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As they were trading places I began my protest. “No fucking way Fred. You know I don’t want this! Fuuuccckkkkkk!!!” He was already plunging his toxic raw tool into my hole. The other’s had stretched and lubricated it but his member, especially when fully hard, was much bigger than any of theirs. “God, I knew your hole would feel fantastic on my raw cock. And of course you want it. You told the last guy you wanted it, you told him to breed you.” “You fucking ass Fred! You know this is different, and you know I don’t want what you have.” I continued to protest. My mouth protested, my body and ass participated. Then my mouth stopped talking and started participating cleaning the cum covered cock presented to it. The mixture of three guys cum was tainted with the slight copper hint of my blood. They may not have been as big as Fred, but clearly, they had done some damage. Cock cleaned and taste enthusiastically enjoyed my mouth was free again. “Ok Fred, you’ve had your fun. And yes, before you ask, yes, you give an amazing fuck! your cock feels fantastic … oh …. fuck … you keep hitting my prostrate. Talk about pain mixed with pleasure. … oh yeah ,,, fuuccckkkk. But much as I love this you’ve got to stop ….oh fuck yeah … that’s it right there … oh yeah … right there.” “I’m confused, one moment you say stop but then you encourage me to pound away. Which is it?” Fred wondered. “Keep fucking me … oh yeah … just like that … fuuucccckkkk!!! But don’t cum in me.” “You let those other guys breed you and I didn’t hear you ask them any questions.” He never missed a beat as he spoke. “Fuuuccckkk mmeeee Fred … oh yeah, don’t stop, … oh fuuccckkk yeah!” “I’m getting close” he warned. “Don’t cum …. And for God’s sake don’t stop ….” “I can’t hold off any longer” He wasn’t even trying. “Keep fucking me, but don’t breed me. Fuck NO FRED, I SAID NO!” He was pushed deep into me unloading like a fire hose. “Why did you do that? I told you, I begged you not to cum in me. Holy fuck man, what have you done?” He planted a big sloopy kiss on my lips and pulling off to say; “I’ve wanted to do that to you for so long. Thanks bud.” “You are most certainly not welcome. Well, I mean thanks for the fuck, It was amazing. But you knew I didn’t want your cum!” By now I had forgotten we had an audience. That was until a big hairy bear walked up and presented his massive thick cock to my mouth. I was busy trying to manage the thing stretching my jaw and the argument with Fred had gone out the window. The crowd took hold of me, creating a human sling they directed my ass to the bear’s huge erection. Now, we all see those guys in bars that we want to have sex with so badly we’d give them a month of our wages for one night. This bear was my guy. I’d seen him behind the bar when we first arrived. Shirtless, dark tan, gorilla hair over his chest shoulder’s, back and arms. Thick beard and deep smiling brown eyes. Every inch of his massive being was drawing me in. He made sure he had my full attention and slowly motioned down to a dark tattoo almost hiding in the only closely cropped hair on his body. His bush. I could hardly make it out as he seemed to trace it, slowly it emerged and came into focus. It was a biohazard, poised right there above his massive toxic bat. Drawing my eyes back to his the squint asked without the need of a word if I understood. I cautiously and slowly nodded my head once. With one hand he used fore finger and thumb to make a hole, With the other he poked his fore finger through the hole a symbol I took for fucking. Again, his eyes were seeking permission. I slowly nodded. He motioned again to the tattoo. This was my chance to stop this insanity. I mirrored his hand signal with my two hands, pumping in and out a few times before plunging in deep and tightly grasping hold of the penetrating finger. It was now his turn to nod his head to indicate complete understanding. His raw cock head began to kiss my dripping hole. He leaned forward and we kissed passionately, mouth to mouth. His thick mushroom cock head breached my outer ring and I screamed with pain. He held steady until he could feel me pushing onto him with my ass. 2 inches, 3 , inches, a few deep breaths, 8 inches, 9 inches (my inner thought’s ‘holy fuck!”) 11 inches, 11.5, 11.75 (‘holy shit’) Finally it was all the way in, 12 inches, bottomed out and impaled inside me. The human sling, he and I all worked in perfect synchronicity to provide me the deepest wildest fuck I had ever received before. After a couple minutes of this heavenly treatment, I finally heard his deep base voice. “Are you already poz or on Prep boy?” (at sixty I love being called boy by my rugged top no mater what his age.) My voice was feeble, “Neither. I’m negative, and I’m not on any protection.” “But you know what my tattoo is about, and you motioned for me not to pull out. You know I’m going to knock you up? Right boy?” Me even more feeble; “Awe. Yeah … I guess so?” Bear to the human sling guys, “What do you guys think? Do I knock this guy up, right hear, right now?” They broke into a cheer and chant, “Breed him, knock him up! Breed him, poz his ass!” The bear was holding my face so I was looking him straight in the eye, he was demanding I answer. Quietly I almost whispered “OK”, his eyes demanded I expand on what I meant, “OK, cum in me.” I used a normal volume. His eyes glared at me, if smiling eyes can glare, and I knew I had to shout, “Oh Fuckin breed my negative ass already! Knock me up, give me every drop of your toxic seaman.” I had no sooner finished and he was buried deep inside me convulsing toxic spew up my ass like there was no tomorrow. Blast after blast coated my permeable gut walls.

A short one for today. Inspiration this time came in part from HungPig - search for “Breeding ass in the woods” on XVideos. I knew I had found the right spot when I saw a few guys hanging around, furtively looking at one another while notionally checking their phones. A few of them glanced up at me as I approached, and then as I looked around I saw the logs that the guy had told me about. A jet thundered overhead, mere seconds from touchdown at Heathrow, whilst the M25 provided a constant background din that I realised must be helpful for keeping the activities here undetected. Looking around some more to make sure everyone was legit, I realised I could make out Terminal 5 through the trees. I felt a flutter of excitement in my stomach at what was about to happen, so close to a place where I was regularly suited, booted, sipping a glass of champagne in the lounge, and waiting to board a plane to wherever the job was taking me next. But today I was in trainers, jogging bottoms, a hoodie and my glasses. There was no champagne, and no plane to board, but I was certainly hoping to set off on a journey. After months of disappointment, either being flaked out on by tops all around the world, or the few positive encounters I did have resulting in nothing, I was determined that this time I would get what I was seeking. My contact assured me he would turn up, but even if he did not he had said I would have no problem getting what I wanted. This spot was an unspoken place for gifted men to assemble, and any fresh meat that arrived here always got a lot of attention. I was that fresh meat today, and I just prayed I had not been led on again with false promises. I lit a cigarette to calm my nerves, looking around a bit until I made eye contact twice in quick succession with one of the men already loitering. He was in jeans, a white vest, a leather cap and sported a big moustache, looking like a gay stereotype straight out of the early 80s, but it totally worked for me. He held my gaze the third time our eyes met, and then subtly nodded towards the log. I inhaled the last of my cigarette and then chucked it in my empty Coke can, before walking over to the pile of stumps. The vested man approached me, stopping when he was right next to me and placing his hand gently on one of my buttocks. “You bottom?” he said. I just nodded in response, before turning round to face the logs. I pulled down my jogging bottoms, my skin exposed given I was only wearing a thin white jock underneath. My hole was already loosened and lubed thanks to the plug I had worn on the drive over from Richmond, and the man realised this as he slid a finger in. This was quickly removed, and after the sounds of him undoing his belt and jeans, his cock was pressed against my hole and began its journey inside. “You poz boy?” he asked, once buried inside. “No sir” I replied. “On prep?” “No sir” I repeated. “Chasing?” “Yes sir” I said. At that point another jet roared overhead, temporarily making it impossible to hear anything else. “Then let’s give you what you came for” he loudly growled, once the plane had passed. He then started to thrust. In normal life I am vers, possibly even more vers-top these days, and would never normally be into getting gangbanged. But on that day, surrounded by those bushes, jets roaring overhead on their way into Heathrow, and my nose being bombarded with competing aromas of aviation fuel, poppers, lube and cum, I took them all. I never changed position, never straightened up, and never asked for a break. I smoked the occasional cigarette, took a few sips of water from the small bottle in my hoodie front pocket, and regularly inhaled from any bottle of poppers I was offered, but I was there to finally get it done and I was not for wavering. A few of the men were verbal about their status, and I encouraged all of them to breed me and pass on their gift. Maybe some of the others were also poz, maybe they weren’t, but I was not going to be picky while I was on my mission. I don’t even know if my contact ever did show up, but I didn’t care. Every load that went into me could be helping me towards my target, whether the man at its source knew it or not, and I wanted as many possible exposures as I could get. This needed to finally happen for me so that I could get on with being the man I already felt I was, and that meant being an unashamed, unfiltered, unconcerned cumdump for a day. Any extra riders that I picked up would be dealt with as needed, all in the name of the goal I had been striving to reach for so long. The men were tall, short, old, young, fat, thin, white, black, and everything else you could imagine. Some stuck around and used me more than once, others seemed to appear out of nowhere and then disappear without a trace. I just stayed where I was, doing what I had gone all that way to do. I went home dripping, sore, tired, but excited. Over the next few days I tried in vain to find some other suitable candidates to add to what I had taken, but as usual all I encountered was a sea of flakes and undetectables. But I need not have worried, as five days after my day under the flightpath, I began to feel decidedly unwell. The first glass of champagne in the lounge is now always subtly raised in the rough direction of that spot, a small but personal sign of thanks from me to the men who so graciously shared. I then raise the glass again a second time, thinking of the many men who have since received a gift from me, particularly any that have been added to my list since I last visited the airport. I then sit and drink the rest of that first glass in satisfied peace, gently rubbing my stomach through the fabric of the dark shirts I now wear, almost able to feel the outline of the special symbol inked into my skin and the virus coursing through my veins. Only once this ritual is over do I get out the laptop and begin to work, saving for the plane any further thoughts about the ongoing mission. But whether it be Bangkok, Boston, Buenos Aires or Brisbane, there’s a world of men out there looking for what I’ve got, and they’re all just the roar of a jet away…

Public BJ to Public Pozing My good friend Fred has been poz for over a decade. He’s been very fortunate and never needed to go on meds. Even if he had needed them, I’m not sure he would have. He loves passing on his ‘GIFT’. Mostly he finds willing ‘receivers’, some who even beg. Don’t get me wrong I love my friend; but, I wouldn’t put the odd stealth pozing past him. He’s got about a dozen confirmed notches on his seroconversions belt. And he’s very proud of these stats! He brags about them and more than hints that he could probably add at least a half dozen. We’ve never had sex. He’s tried many times, even gotten me very drunk in hopes I would let down my safe sex guard. But it has never worked. I’ve asked him outright In our sober moments if he would even take a moment to hesitate to poz me if I gave him a chance. “Not for one second.” was his adamant reply. Thus my commitment to not even perform oral on his beautiful big cock. Oh yes, I’d seen it while at nude beaches. I’d even seen it hard and in the action of raw fucking and breeding a willing ‘receiver’ on a gay club dance floor. I love giving oral to a beautiful big cock but there was no way I’d take this chance with Fred. This story is about a vacation in Mexico where I let down my guard. Big mistake. I love this beach village with Mexico’s only official clothing optional beach and go for a month each winter. Fred has heard me rave about the place and its notorious gay orgies after sunset. Being a card-carrying safe sex proponent I’d only heard of these. I had never even gone to witness the debauchery. Fred invited himself to join me for a week in the middle of my stay. On the first night of his visit we got caught up on each other’s lives over a fantastic meal at one of the villages excellent restaurants. Fred was exhausted with jet lag, so it was off to my room making an early night of it. He propositioned me to share his bed but as we both sleep in the nude I politely declined. On the second night Fred insisted we check out one of the gay bars in town. I’d heard they had added a dark room and made the mistake of telling Fred. The bar was quite crowded by the time we got there. We had to push our way through a cluster of guys masturbating and sucking on each other to get to the bar. Drinks in hand we found a couple seats to watch this group of hunky guys play. Fred wanted to join in and I encouraged him, but he declined in favour of checking out the dark room. This room had been roped off for the night and a bar staff person rudely made sure we understand it was off limits. By now our seats had been occupied so we stood with the crowd watching the blatant display of public sex. Fred kept pestering me that he wanted to join in. I encouraged him to do so. He complained he just wanted ‘someone’ (glaring at me) to give him a public blow job. I pushed back through to the bar and got us stronger drinks. As I sipped mine watching the sexual antics Fred gulped his down and was soon back from the bar with refills for us both. I teased him that I’d never fallen for this trick in the past, what made him think tonight would be different? He grinned, “You can’t blame a guy for trying. Come on, just a public BJ, you don’t even have to suck me off.” After yet another round he never let up. I was now tipsy and the sexual energy in the bar just kept ramping up. Fred’s hand moved to my crotch, and he commented that I was clearly excited. I reached inside his shorts and found his member fully hard and ready for action. He took this as permission, dropped his shorts, and man handled me down to have his monster in front of my lips. Thinking I could just tease him and put an end to his complaining I kissed the precum from the tip of his cock. He decided it was "game on', took hold of my head with his right hand and angled his cock deep into my throat with his other hand. He was soon face fucking me with abandon. I tried fighting him off, but not for long. I love cock sucking and soon decided to let my exhibitionist shadow self come out in this public setting. I went to work on his poz stick like a greedy four-year-old on his first popsicle. I decided I was going to bring him over the edge with my mouth no matter what. I knew he was determined to get his toxic load into me and add me to his belt notches. In accordance with harm reduction, I would at least control that it go down my throat. I worked and worked and worked his cock using every trick in my oral repertoire but he wasn’t cumming. I was getting close to giving up when someone behind me exposed my ass by pulling down my shorts. ‘Damn”, I though ‘I shouldn’t have come here commando.’ Soon a stranger’s lips were at my hole, and I was having to good a time to worry about getting Fred off. I was lost in anal pleasure and the vigor of the face fuck had me reveling in being sexually used in such a public place. I didn’t notice the guy behind me had stood until I felt him lean over my back. Chills went through my spine as he spoke into me ear. “I want to fuck your gorgeous ass bro, but I didn’t bring a condom.” Fred overheard this, using both hands he pushed my head firmly down onto his cock and spoke for me. “He never uses them, fuck him raw,” “But I’m not a great top, if I do that I’ll probably unload just pushing in.” The stranger confessed. Fred; “oh yeah! Fuckin breed him, he’ll love it!!!!” I couldn’t protest, my mouth was full, and Fred's grip was immense. I could feel the strangers wet warm release as he plunged deep into my ass. Chills again shot through my spine as he once more spoke into my ear. “Fuckin great bro, thanks!” As soon as he pulled out another stranger’s cock was sliding into my now well lubricated hole. Resigned to my fate I doubled my oral efforts to be sure Fred’s toxic load was released deep into my throat. Fred noticed the change and released the pressure on the back of my head. It occurred to me this was my chance to flee but the spit roast was just too enjoyable. Ten minutes of both my holes being pounded gave me lots of opportunities to keep this from going further but I was also enjoying being centre stage of a very admiring crowd. With no warning the second stranger blasted his load into my vulnerable hole. He collapsed onto my back and as he regained his breath rational reason tried to regain control of my brain. But when I saw a third stranger tapping the second spent top, I nodded my assent. I even removed Fred’s cock from my mouth to proclaim, “My ass is all yours, give me your raw cock.” Five minutes later I could tell this top was getting close. Emptying my mouth once again and turning my head I was surprised to hear these words come out of my mouth; “Don’t stop, don’t pull out.” He was already blasting away. Fred’s voice was next speaking to my third breeding stranger; “Come switch places with me, he’ll clean the cum off your cock.”

Yesterday on my way home from work I stopped by the park. I saw an older black guy that I have played with pull up. He is about 7.5 uncut. He has bred me a few times so he knows I will service him. We were walking along the trail to fine a spot to play and another black guy walked by us. He was at least 6’3” really built wearing a tank and short shorts. My pussy instinctively opened up and I wanted him in me. I asked the old guy if he knew him and he said yes they have talked some but they were both looking for the same thing. Pussy. He said “do you want me to have him join”? I was like fuck yeah! He called the guy over and we all went into a special place that I have that is private. When everyone is there for the same thing you don’t make small talk. Both men pulled their cocks out and I assumed fag pose 1 by getting on my knees and sucking them both. The big guy was big. At least 9.5 and really thick. The old guy was surprised at my ability to deep throat the big guy so easily. It’s from many years of training. lol. The older guy was driving everything. He told the big guy to get in my hole. I had some lube on me so things would go smoother. I got out my poppers and started huffing away. The big guy eased into me like he had been there many times. The older guy took my throat and both started to fuck. As a bottom it’s an overwhelmingly good feeling to know you can service to men at once. The older guy started to pick up the pace and ended up shooting a load town my throat. The older guy asked the big guy if he was close and he said no it usually takes him a while. I don't mind hearing that. lol. The older guy stood there and fed me the last few drops of is seed while the big guy pounded away. After a few minutes the big guy flooded me with his precious seed. We all exited and started to walk back to the parking lot. It was about a quarter mile so we talked. The big guy said how impressed he was that I could take him so easily. That made me feel good. The older guy said how he would like to take the day and both of them take turns using me. We all knew that probably would not happen but it’s nice to think about. I hope I see them out at the same time again.

(continued) The next thing I knew, right in front of me he leaned forward and stuffed his tongue in my uncle’s mouth and grabbed his crotch. My uncle returned the kiss and then it was too much to resist. I leaned forward to begin a threesome. Now, after the drinks at the reception and shots of whiskey, with a raging hardon, I reached over and began to tweak my uncle’s nipples. He reached over and swiftly popped the top button on my jeans. The only one with a shirt on, I quickly stood and removed my shirt. As I did this my uncle stood and pressed himself into the blonde. I couldn’t resist, I dropped to my knees, pulled the blondes boxers down and began to service him. The sweet salty taste of his precum coated my tongue. While gorging myself on the young wrestler’s thick 8.5” thick cock, with my right hand I unbuttoned the jeans of my uncle and as his jeans fell to the floor he stepped out of them revealing his massive 9” man cock. That meat, which had ravaged countless holes in the dungeon, was now staring me down. It was mine for the taking. Pivoting my head, I let the young stud’s cock slip from my mouth and opened wide to swallow the main course. While stroking the wrestler tool with my left hand, with my right I massaged my uncle’s well-worn cock in and out of my mouth making sure my tongue swirled around as much of the shaft as my mouth could take. While they kissed I continued to switch back and forth between the two tree trunks. Needing a breath, I stood and reached for the whiskey, this time straight from the bottle. I took a slug and passed it to the young jock and then my uncle. Going commando that night, I stood and stripped from my pants. As I began to lick my uncle’s rockhard chest, biting his nipples, the wrestler placed the whiskey bottle on the kitchen table, turned for the front room, and quickly returned with a bottle of poppers.

As the beat-up pickup truck rumbled down the dirt path leading to the secluded farm in rural Pennsylvania, Jake felt his heart racing with a mix of excitement and trepidation. The two truckers who had picked him up at the grimy truck stop had already given him a taste of their rough, dominant ways, and he knew the night ahead would be one of the wildest he had ever experienced. He had been craving this kind of depraved attention for a while now, his youthful rebellion and desire to push boundaries driving him to seek out these types of encounters. Ah, Jake, the 24-year-old hairless twink with an insatiable appetite for the seed of muscular, hairy older men. His journey to the rural farm in Pennsylvania with these raunchy truckers was a culmination of his deepest, darkest desires. These men, with their rough, unshaven exteriors and depraved appetites, were the embodiment of his sexual fantasies. They had met under the neon lights of the truck stop urinals, where the scent of diesel mingled with the musk of sweaty men and the promise of filthy encounters. The farm was a stark contrast to the concrete jungle of New York City that he was used to. The only light came from the moon, casting eerie shadows on the dilapidated barn that loomed in the distance. The air was thick with the scent of manure and sweat, a potent mix that sent a shiver down his spine. The two truckers, their faces obscured by the darkness, cackled with glee as they led him into the barn, the door creaking on its rusted hinges. Inside, Jake's eyes had to adjust to the dim, flickering light of the barn's single bulb. When he could finally see, he was greeted by the sight of five other men, all of them older, burly, and smelling of a combination of diesel, sweat, and raw, unbridled lust. These were the other pigs he had been told about, and they all had the same gleam in their eyes as they sized him up. The seven men were a motley crew of depraved, hairy brutes. Each one had a thick beard and was covered in fur and tattoos from head to toe, their muscles bulging from years of hard labor and a lifestyle devoid of self-care. They were all grinning, showing off yellowed, crooked teeth, as they licked their lips in anticipation of what was to come. The invitation to the farm was a siren's call that Jake couldn't resist. The seven men had prepared themselves meticulously for the night of unbridled debauchery that awaited him. Their ritual was a testament to their shared perversion. They had ceased showering for days before Jake's arrival, allowing their natural scents to intensify, a pungent bouquet of male pheromones that would drive the young twink wild. Their uncut cocks grew thick with anticipation, the foreskin shrinking back to reveal swollen heads, ripe and filled, ready to claim the fertile ground that was Jake's pink little cunt. The truckers had also indulged in a meth-filled pregame, their veins buzzing with the drug's potent energy. Their eyes were wide with excitement, their bodies charged and ready to perform the most primal of acts. The farmhouse, a secluded sanctum of vice, was their playground, and Jake was the newest toy to be broken in. As the night began, the men were already high on their own fumes, the room thick with the smell of sweat, cum, and the lingering scent of diesel from their clothes. They had already drank a bit of their own piss to keep their throats wet, knowing that they’d have plenty more for Jake throughout the night. They were a cesspool of infection, each one harboring a unique strain of HIV that they were eager to share with Jake. They had spent their lives fucking raw, allowing their disease to thrive and multiply, eager to pass it on to the willing receptacle that was the young twink now standing before them. The biggest, nastiest pig of them all stepped forward, introducing himself as Boss. He was easily six and a half feet tall, with a stomach that hung over his belt and a cock that looked more like a baseball bat than a man's member. His breath was hot and rancid, a testament to his lack of hygiene, and his hands were like bear paws, covered in thick, coarse hair. "Welcome to the farm, little piggy," Boss growled, slapping Jake on the ass. "You're gonna get a taste of the good life tonight. We're gonna make you one of us, a real toxic fucker." Jake's knees went weak with a mix of fear and arousal. He had always fantasized about becoming a slut for these types of men, and now it was happening. They had promised him a night of unbridled sexual debauchery, and he was ready to submit to their every whim. The night began with a round of meth, the seven men passing around a pipe as Jake eagerly took his hits. One of them had picked up some truly amazing supplies during one of his recent hauls to Mexico, and all the men were buzzing. Two of the guys started prepping the slams, getting a bit of their blood mixed in before double slamming Jake. As it hit, Jake’s heart raced faster, his pupils dilated, and his skin grew hot as the drug flooded his system. The room spun and his body grew more and more sensitive to every touch. The pigs wasted no time. They stripped him naked, revealing his smooth, hairless body and his plump, inviting ass. Jake's small cock stayed motionless, but his cunt was aching to be filled. The men’s eyes feasting on his youthful form. They were like animals in heat, their grunts and leers making it clear what they planned to do with him. The first to claim him was a trucker named Tom. He was a burly, bearded man with a cock that was almost as thick as Jake's wrist. Sweat was running through his body hair as he stripped down to only his filthy boots. He leaned over jake, sweat and hair falling on his body, trembling with excitement. Tom stared at him, then spit a loogie directly on Jake’s sweet face before slamming his enormous cock deep inside. He didn't bother with lubricant, just spit on his hand and shoved his dick into Jake's tight hole without any preamble. Jake cried out as he was split open, the pain mixing with pleasure as he was filled beyond capacity. As Tom pounded into him, the other men stripped down and moved closer. They were all animals staring at their prey. He was a living, breathing fucktoy for them to use, and he loved every second of it. They were all warned… no rules for the night and Jake never says no. Boss was next, his massive cock with a huge prince albert piercing was hanging there as he walked up and slapped it against Jake’s face. Jake could smell the stench and it made him want it more. Boss got behind him and pushed right in, stretching Jake's ass to the breaking point. He fucked him with a ferocity that was almost terrifying, his meaty hands leaving bruises on Jake's hips as he pulled him closer with every thrust. Jake's cries were muffled by the cock in his mouth, the taste of piss and sweat from the man's crotch only adding to the intensity of the moment. Ruben was the next to come over to Jake’s pretty face, seeing it choke on one of the other cocks. He started laughing as he told Jake, “Hope you like them nasty, because this cock will hit you hard!” he yanked at Jakes face pulling his mouth to his thick, pierced, uncut cock. Jake sucked on it deep and immediately knew what the man meant. He hadn’t showered in over a week and Jake could taste all of it. The sweat, the piss. His tongue dove under Ruben’s thick foreskin to find a layer of thick smegma. “Fuck yeah. You like my cheese pig?” he snarled. Jake was in heaven. The night grew increasingly raunchy as the pigs indulged in their kinks. The sweat and spit and ripe bodies of the men left the most intoxicating, nasty smell in the barn. There was fisting, as several men’s thick, hairy massive hands plunged deep into Jake's ass until his insides felt like they would tear apart. A few making it elbow deep; two of the pigs had both their hands in there. And then Ruben managed to get his nasty, hairy size 13 foot deep inside Jake’s aching pussy. During a brief break while they smoked a bit more and Jake sucked on their nasty, hairy balls, a few of the guys knew exactly what needed to happen. Jake was laying there, sucking on the thick, sweaty hair around one of the men’s thick guiche piercings, when four of the men started to let their dark, rancid piss cover his smooth body. Jake begged for some down his throat as Boss and another man happily obliged, feeding him their bitter chem piss. Jake taking ever drop as they made sure to cover his face too. As they started to gear up for their next round of toxic loads, a few of the guys had jake lick clean their ripe pits. Jake loved the smell and taste of a man, but he had never had anything this ripe before. He had gone through about four men’s pits, when the biggest, nastiest pig of the group walked up to him. Everyone called him Bull because of his huge, thick septum piercing and the fact that his balls were the size of golf balls. Jake was lucky enough to have met Bull a few times before. He was the ultimate prize. 6’6” tall, built like an ox, and covered in thick hair. His beard always smelled of piss and ass, and his thick 12” uncut cock had a massive Prince Albert piercing that would tear you up. Jake had first met him at his favorite truck stop two years’ prior when Bull made him suck clean his cheesy uncut cock before pissing down his throat. Bull had even taken Jake on a long weekend trip in his 18-wheeler where they partied and fucked from state to state. Jake wore only his jockstrap for four days, while Bull would rape him from town to town, on the side of busy highways a few of the times. They didn’t shower the entire time and when Bull finally dropped him off, holes gaped and exhausted, he had Jake piss down his hairy legs into his socks and nasty work boots before setting off. Bull walked up with a grin on his face. His cock still shining covered in Jake’s insides. Bull leaned over, sweat dripping onto Jake’s face. “I still smell your sweet boy piss in my boots as I drive cross country boy.” Bull spitting directly onto Jake’s opened mouth. "I still jack off into the socks you left soggy thinking about wrecking your pretty little holes, but thankfully I get word that your holes are frequently available to my buddies on the road.” He walked back between Jake’s quivering legs, shoving a shard of meth deep inside his hole before leaning over him, his sweaty, hairy belly rubbing against Jake’s piss covered jockstrap. “This next round you’re going to be screaming, so I brought one of those cum and piss filled socks to help you.” Shoving one of his nasty socks deep into Jake’s mouth. And with that, he slammed his monstrous cock deep into Jake’s swollen cunt. Jake’s screams muffled by the nasty sock as he was fucked mercilessly by Bull. The cum, spit, and piss had mixed together around his hole. The floor covered in piss as Jake’s body smelled of their sweat, spit and more. The pigs took turns fucking him in every possible way. Jake's body was a canvas for their depravity, and he was living out every twisted fantasy he had ever had. The pain was intense, but Jake found himself begging for more. He craved the feeling of being used, of being nothing more than a receptacle for their toxic seed. The thought of becoming HIV positive was a thrill, a [banned word] that only made him want it more. And these pigs made sure to deliver. The raunchiest kinks came out as the night grew later. They tied him up with ropes and took turns pounding his ass, each man trying to outdo the last in terms of brutality and filth. They used him like a ragdoll, tossing him from one to the other, his body a plaything for their twisted games. Each kept pissing on him, making sure he never got a chance to dry. Their chem piss getting stronger and stronger. They gave him more fists, more feet. A few of them even grabbed barnyard tools and shoved them deep inside the boy begging for more. By the time dawn broke, Jake was a mess. His cunt swollen and prolapsed. His body was covered in cum, piss, and even shit that a few of the guys gave to him, his ass was sore and raw, and his throat was sore from swallowing so much cum. But he was smiling, his eyes glazed over from the drugs and the endless stream of orgasms that had flooded through him. Jake made sure to suck clean every one of their dicks before it was done. Getting to taste every flavor of sweat, piss, cheese and more. Bull had lifted Jake up and got his face and beard deep into Jake’s swollen cunt. Licking and growling, inhaling ever scent and flavor he could. He flipped Jake around and spit some of the cum and piss directly into his open mouth. Jake wanted more. He started licking and sucking on Bull’s hairy face. Bull smiled, told Jake to open wide, then shot a massive snot rocket into Jake’s smiling face, eating it up and saying thank you. Jake managed to take it all. His moans of pain and pleasure a symphony of submission. He was in heaven, his body a temple to their toxic masculinity. As the men exhausted themselves, Jake lay there, a mess of cum and sweat, feeling more alive than he ever had before. Their plan had worked. They had broken him in, made him one of their own. He was now a member of their twisted, toxic brotherhood, a walking testament to their power and control. The farm was a place where his no limits bottom nature could truly run wild, and he reveled in it, eager for the next round of filthy, diseased men to come and use him. The farmhouse was now dimly lit, the early morning sun peeking through the grimy windows, casting a sickly glow on the depraved scene before it. The stench of sweat, cum, and desperation hung heavy in the air as Jake, the hairless twink, lay on the makeshift mattress of old sacks and dirty blankets, his body a canvas of bruises and semen from the marathon of debauchery that had unfolded during the night. The seven men who had already used him, their bodies smeared with the evidence of their conquest, had moved aside, leaving him momentarily alone with his thoughts. Jake felt the weight of his two trucker friends' hands on his arms, lifting him into a sitting position. His eyes, glazed over from the mix of pleasure and pain, widened as he felt the sting of needles. He looked down to see two new slams hitting his arms. He looked up at the truckers in a mix of panic and excitement. “You’re one of the most disgusting holes we’ve ever used. Do you really think we’d be done with you already?”, the trucker added before stepping to the side. Jake’s vision blurred from the rush and excitement, when he saw five more men approaching him. These were not the same as the ones from the night before; they were the nastiest kind of pigs he could have ever imagined. Their eyes gleaming with a twisted excitement that sent a shiver down Jake’s spine. He knew what they wanted, and his stomach lurched in anticipation. Each a giant and somehow nastier than Jake had ever seen before. One was a hairy pig, who was covered in sweat in mis early to mid-60s. The next was this muscular late 40s Latin man who was covered head to toe in tattoos and piercings—a few of which were clearly gang related. The next was a middle-aged Brazilian man, who was the hairiest man Jake had ever seen and clearly hadn’t showered in some time. The next was a muscle daddy in his 50s who had the most sadistic, evil look in eyes. And finally was a black man who had an absolutely giant over 14 inch uncut cock hanging between his legs. The 60-year-old pig, a creature of depraved delight, walked over to the exhausted yet eager Jake, who lay sprawled on a mattress soiled by the previous night's debauchery. His eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure, the old man grabbed Jake's chin, forcing him to look up at his towering, hairy frame. "You think you're ready for round two, you little faggot?" he sneered, spit flying from his mouth. Jake, ever the eager twink, nodded fervently, his pupils dilating with anticipation. The old pig took this as his cue, pulling on Jake’s sopping jockstrap and grabbing his small, uncut cock with a grip that was both painful and thrilling. He twisted and squeezed, his other hand playing with Jake's swollen balls, which had been abused the night before. Jake's whimpers of pain morphed into moans of pleasure as the old man began to play a twisted game of tug-of-war with his genitals, pushing him to new heights of pain and arousal. The 48-year-old Brazilian behemoth watched on, his thick, furry chest heaving with excitement. He stepped closer, his own monstrous cock swinging free, and whispered into Jake's ear, "You're gonna love what I do to you, boy." He then crouched down over Jake, his hairy, ripe ass pushing into Jake’s face, begging to be eaten. Jake dove in, using his tongue to lick the hair, sweat, and rank ass cheeks. After all Jake was put through last night, a nasty, dirty ass wasn’t going to push him over the edge. The black man, who went by the name 'Horse' for obvious reasons, walked up and chuckled darkly, stroking his massive member. "Look at this greedy little slut," he murmured, watching Jake's body quiver under the Brazilian's attentions as he was suffocating through the weight and hair. "You're gonna take every inch of this, aren't you, boy?" And with that he shoved all 14 inches deep into Jake’s swollen cunt. Jake screamed, but the Brazilian’s ass kept him busy. Horse pounded harder and harder. Taking breaks every so often to slide his hands deeper and deeper. The muscle daddy stepped up as the Brazilian got up, giving Jake a moment to breathe. The daddy’s insanely cheesy uncut cock bobbing in the air, the scent of unwashed sweat and cum thick around him. He grabbed a fistful of Jake's hair, yanking his head back and exposing his throat. "You’ve never tasted a real man like me before. Open up, bitch," he growled, sliding his cock down Jake's throat, not caring if the young twink choked on his thick, meaty length. Jake's eyes watered, his throat stretched to the limit, but he took it all, his body trembling with excitement as the muscle daddy face-fucked him with a brutal efficiency. The daddy’s cock was so incredibly ripe. His balls hitting Jake’s head, smelling like they had never been washed before. And finally, through the brutal face fucking, the daddy’s insanely thick foreskin opened up and Jake could taste the most bitter, insane cheese he had ever had. The daddy just kept thrusting until Jake started filling his mouth filling with piss. The daddy had started to piss a dark, chem piss deep into his mouth, splashing everywhere. Then, without warning, the Brazilian had flipped Jake onto his stomach, spread his cheeks, and plunged his tongue into the young man's hole. Jake's sphincter tightened around the intrusion, but the Brazilian was relentless, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin as he feasted on Jake's ass like a starving animal. He was in there deep as Jake then felt Horse’s massive feet shoved deep into his mouth. Horse wanted them sucked, ripe and sweaty. Jake happily obliged. After the Brazilian was done eating him out, the tattooed convict took his turn next, his thick, hairy thighs parting to reveal his engorged cock. "You're going to be my personal toilet today, slut," he grunted, pushing Jake's face down further into the mattress with his foot as Horse’s foot was still in his mouth. Jake’s hole, swollen and leaking, was high in the air. Jake felt the man's hot breath on his hole before the first stream of piss hit him, the warmth spreading across his cheeks. It started running down his back and onto his face. Soaking into the disgusting mattress with all the other piss and fluids from the night before. The five men continued to take turns, using Jake's body like a plaything, pushing him to his limits and beyond. Even some of the pigs from the night before joined back in. Bull had walked over and pissed onto Jake’s face again. Grabbing the boy’s disgusting jockstrap, giving it a few deep sniffs, before pissing on it and shoving it into Jake’s face. Horse’s feet had been replaced by the convict’s smelly feet, where Jake was busy digging his tongue between every toe. Though now not able to see through his makeshift blindfold. The old pig's sadistic CBT sessions had Jake's cock and balls swollen and bruised, the Brazilian's tongue and beard leaving a trail of saliva and hair down his back, the muscle daddy's cheesy cock still leaving a strong taste in the boy’s mouth despite the piss and feet to help wash it down. Horse waited patiently to slam into the boy’s gaped cunt again, stroking his monstrous cock, watching the twink's ass stretch and contract with each new assault. Finally, it was his turn to wrap things up. He stepped up, his dick pointing to the heavens, and without preamble, slammed into Jake's sore, abused hole. The twink screamed, the pain mixing with pleasure as the black man claimed him, his powerful hips driving his length deeper and deeper with each thrust. Jake's body was a canvas of sweat, spit, and cum, but he didn't care; he was living out his darkest fantasy, surrounded by the very men who could give it to him. The men used him in every conceivable way, pushing his boundaries until they were nothing but a distant memory. They fucked him, choked him, spit on him, and pissed on him, each one leaving their mark on his willing body. The room was a blur of hair, sweat, and musk, the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and the wet noises of ravenous sex filling the air. As the marathon session continued, Jake's body began to ache, but his desire never waned. He craved the feeling of being used, the power of their dominance over his willing flesh. He knew he was getting closer to his goal of becoming a toxic hole. His twisted badge of honor and a symbol of his ultimate surrender to the darker side of his sexuality. The night and day passed in a whirlwind of debauchery, each man taking Jake to new heights of pleasure and pain, his small frame bouncing and writhing under their weight. As the morning ended, they all gathered around him, their cocks hard and ready for one final act of depravity. The muscle daddy held him down, his cheesy cock and sweaty balls still buried in Jake's throat and his sweat dripping onto Jake’s exhausted body, as the other eleven men took turns filling his ass with their hot, sticky loads. Jake felt the warmth of their cum flood into him, mixing with the pain and the pleasure, until he was nothing but a vessel for their lust. And as they finished, their sweat mingling with his, he knew he had found his place in this world of unbridled sexual chaos, a place where he was truly alive, truly free. As the last of the men zipped up their pants and left the farm, Jake lay there, a pool of cum around him, his body sore but his soul soaring. He had been used harder than ever before, and he had never felt more alive. He knew he would be back, eager for more, always searching for that next, deeper, darker, dirtier high that only these men could give him. The two truckers took me inside and got me hydrated. They had me sit in my own filth, unable to shower, until the fuck flu finally hit. With each passing hour and day, the men would invite over more of their toxic friends to give me an extra load or two. Each seeing how used and disgusting I was and excited to give me even more. Finally it hit and I could proudly say I was a toxic pig just like the others.

one of those nights where i can't sleep because all i can think about is how bad i want my raw cock balls deep in a bottom

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!

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.

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.

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.

Yeah I’ve been to the Berlin Horse Fair as a Stallion. I fucked about a dozen mares, all bareback. You should definitely wear a red hood - you will get a lot more Stallion cocks if you take it bare. I ever fuck any white hooded mares. I think you will be popular as a red hooded mares. I’d definitely fuck you. Hell if your arse feels good on my cock I’d breed you.

[This story was flagged on my Patreon account and is currently in Patreon Jail, so now it's here where it can live.] I’m a pretty heteroflexible guy in the sense that, unlike my friends, I can admit when another dude is attractive, and when dared to kiss another guy at parties, I didn’t feel the urge to pound my chest and act like I was going to vomit from the thought of it. Afterwards, I would shrug my shoulders and tell whatever guy I kissed that he was good, but his girlfriend was better, just to make it less gay. More than one ex-girlfriend had asked me if I was bisexual, and the honest answer was always no. In college, I made friends with a pretty diverse group of people across all of my classes. One person I made close friends with was a girl named Anya. A beautiful redhead with fair skin and fierce green eyes. She wasn’t in any of my classes, but we worked together at the coffee shop across the street from the law building. Anya is a sophomore, and her boyfriend, Shane, is a junior. He comes around every time she is on shift. He seems cool. He’s one of those rich kids, skinny, tall, perfectly trimmed and styled hair at all times, at least two pieces of jewelry every time he goes anywhere, and he’ll dress like he’s homeless even though his clothes cost him hundreds of dollars to look poor. I like him though, he’s not douchey like his friends when they come in with him. Through the fall and most of the spring semester, I got to know Anya pretty well. There were a few parties she invited me to where we would get drunk and shoot the shit. At one particular party, she told me she had a dream about a threesome with me and Shane and how hot it was. The details she gave me had me pretty turned on as well. Hell, I’ve rubbed out a few nuts thinking about her from time to time. However, none of my fantasies involved her boyfriend; to each their own. She shook her head, “It was just…so unlike me, but I guess because we work together and get along so well…well, anyway, I thought it was funny and you’d get a kick out of it.” I laughed, “I’ve never actually had a threesome, and I never pictured a threesome happening with your boyfriend.” I shrugged. I should’ve left it there, but I tend to ramble in awkward situations like this and added, “And I can’t imagine Shane would be down for a devil's three-way either.” Anya shook her head and grinned, “You’d be surprised.” “Wait, what?” I love a juicy piece of gossip. She knows she can’t just dangle something like that out there and not finish her thought. She looked around, “Shane actually put the idea in my head…about a threesome,” she sipped her drink. I was flabbergasted. “Wait, Shane told you he wanted to have a threesome with me and you?” She chuckled, “No…well…I’m sure he would, but he told me he’s done three-ways with girls and guys before and that he enjoyed it. I’m sure he would be down to share me with you if I set it up.” This information blew my mind. Does this mean she wants to have a threesome with me? How do I play this right? I would definitely fuck Anya, but would I be ok to share her with Shane at the same time? What if his dick is bigger than mine and she gets to compare our styles at the same time and decides I’m terrible in bed and tells every girl on campus and I never get to have sex again because of it? “It’s silly, forget I said anything,” she tried to wave it off. I realized my window to make this happen was closing quickly, and I needed to jump through it like Indiana Jones before it closed if I ever wanted to hook up with Anya. “I’d be down,” I blurted out. She nearly spit out her drink. “Really?” “Yeah, I mean, why not?” I tried to play it cool. “I'm not into guys like that, but I jerked it with some buddies back in high school…how different can it be?” She bobbed her head for a minute; you could see the wheels turning as she mulled it over. “I don’t know, it would be kind of hot to have two hot guys at the same time, but I wouldn’t want to ruin our friendship and make things weird at work.” “That’s fair, but at the same time…” I tried to steer her back towards pro-threesome, and as if on cue, Shane walked up and put his arm around her shoulders. He stood about a foot taller than Anya, a few inches taller than me. “What’s going on over here?” He asked, his eyes glassy from smoking with his boys upstairs. “We were just talking about having a threesome,” Anya offered boldly. I felt my blood rush to my cheeks. “Oh yeah? Zach, you never struck me as the threesome type,” he squinted at me. Probably trying to see if I was just trying to get into Anya’s pants. I shrugged it off, “I’ve never done it, but I’m an open guy.” Shane leaned in and whispered something into Anya’s ear that made her chuckle and made me a little uncomfortable. “Shane, we need you,” a guy yelled from the kitchen where they were playing flip-cup. Shane smiled, “I’m coming!” He winked at me and gave me a pat on the shoulder before darting off. Anya rolled her eyes and shook her head as if to say, “Never mind,” and we dropped the subject altogether. I eventually went back to my dorm alone and jerked off thinking of a threesome with Anya and Shane and what I might be willing to do in that situation and where I would draw the line…until I blew my load and then I wrote it all off as I wiped up my cum with a t-shirt. It didn’t get brought up again, and I just chalked it up to a drunken conversation. That is, until everyone returned from spring break, and I received a text from a number I didn’t recognize. “Yo, it’s Shane, is this Zack?” the text read. Me: Yeah, it’s Zach. Shane, as in Anya’s Shane? Shane: No, as in Anay’s ex-boyfriend Shane. She ditched me during spring break…it’s a long story, but it didn’t end well. That would explain why she wasn’t at work on my first shift back. Me: Oh, sorry to hear that. Shane: Nah, it’s whatever. So listen, straight to the point. I got a girl coming over tonight, she’s like an 11 outta 10, makes Anya look like Raggedy Ann, but this bitch has been playing me for two years. A real cock tease. She said she’ll let me hit it if I set it up as a threesome with another dude, so I thought maybe you’d be down. Or were you just trying to get with Anya? Geeze, that was a lot of information to take in. I wanted to tell him I was just trying to get with Anya, but at the same time, I haven’t been laid in weeks, and spring break back at my parents' place was like being in a convent. So my sexual frustration was at a 10. Me: What would that look like? Me: Would we trade off, or would we have to touch each other? There was a long pause with the three dots popping up and disappearing a few times before he hit send. Shane: I’m not sure. This girl is a bit of a freak, so I would expect you’d need to be comfortable with some fooling around between us if you want to partake. Is that something you’re down for? I swallowed hard, staring at my screen and really focusing on the words. Me: Define “fooling around”? I hit send with my heart pounding in my chest. Shane: Lol, I don’t know, man. I guess the real question is, what are you uncomfortable with? What are your limits? I don’t have any limits, except I’m not letting another dude in my ass…tried it, it’s not for me. If you’re one of those dudes who would freak out if she put my dick in your mouth…maybe this is too advanced for you. I was a little stung by the words “too advanced,” like I’m some sort of child. A part of me wanted to go through with it just to prove the rich asshole wrong. Another part of me felt like I was in way over my head. Could I suck a dick? I’ve had other guys French kiss me, and there was groping, but it was for an audience, which made it hot in its own way. There were also those few times I jerked off with friends back in high school, but that’s normal, right? Me: I see. Me: I guess my limits depend on how hot she is? Shane: lol, right on [attached three pics] Me: Oh shit, ok, I get it now! Shane: Right!? Me: I’ve never seen her at any of your parties, she’s fuckin hot though. Shane: Yeah, you wouldn’t. She graduated last year and lives off campus. Anya knew I had a thing for her and made it clear she was never allowed at our house parties. Me: Gotcha Shane: You in or out? I need to text her back. Me: Fuck…I’m in. Shane: Dope! She’ll be here around 10. Feel free to stop by around 9 if you'd like to smoke with me beforehand. It helps me with nerves for things like this. Shane: Oh, and it goes without saying, but anything that happens tonight dies with us, so do with that information what you will. Me: You don’t have to worry about that! I tried to get some reading done, but ended up rereading the same page over and over again until I gave up. I shit, shower, shaved, and brushed my teeth. I even did a little bit of manscaping with scissors to trim back my bush and make it look more manageable. Not that I’m particularly hairy, but a fresh haircut makes my six inches look a little bit bigger. Shit what if Shane is hung like a horse? I put on a pair of black CK Trunks with the white waistband, they make my package look bigger and my ass a little more plump. Nothing I can do about my skinny torso, though, it is what it is. I showed up at Shane’s at 9:15 feeling nervous as hell. “Bro, you made it. I was worried you’d chicken out,” he gave me a bro-hug. “Nah, I’m always up to try new things,” I tried to play it cool. He walked us back to his bedroom. He has three roommates, one is at his girlfriend's place, the other two are out doing their night shifts and will be back late, Shane said with a grin. Shane had a few prerolls ready to go. We started smoking right away, hotboxing his bedroom as we chatted about his epic spring break trip to Cancun. When we were finished with our first smoke, he went to get us some drinks from the kitchen. He slid his laptop over to me. “Put something on, it’s connected to the TV.” He already had Family Guy open, looks like he’s midway through a rewatch, so I just clicked play and let it roll. He came back a minute later with two open bottles of Gatorade, and the color of the contents was definitely off. “What’s this?” I asked. “A special mix for a special occasion,” he said and grinned. “Try it, you’ll like it,” he shrugged and took a sip of his bottle. I took a sip of mine; it had a weird flavor, but it mostly tasted like blue Gatorade. “It’s good, right?” He asked. I shrugged, “It’s alright. I don’t think you invented Glacier Freeze, though, so you only get partial credit for the funky extra flavor.” He laughed, then checked his texts, sending a few before looking over at me lounging on his bed. “Big Family Guy fan?” He asked, then handed me another preroll. “Some episodes are funny, some aren’t.” He lit his joint and chuckled, “Then why are we watching it?” I exhaled, “because it was already open on your laptop…and you said to put something on.” I couldn’t help but chuckle at the question; the weed was suddenly hitting me hard, and I liked it. He shook his head, “I thought you were going to put on some porn.” I felt like an idiot, of course, that’s what he meant. “Oh, well, that was not clear,” I chuckled. “Don’t let me stop you,” I slid the laptop closer to him with my foot. He got on the bed, sliding up until his back was against the wall. He pulled up a video, “Guess we should put on a threesome,” he grinned, and pushed play. The video featured two men and a woman in a bar, playing pool and making bets. One bet led to the next, which was mostly them taking clothes off. I felt myself getting turned on pretty quickly. I glanced at Shane and could see he was tenting in his shorts, making no effort to hide it as he gently rubbed his knob from the outside. It looked huge, and my curiosity was piqued. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket and pulled it out; I clocked the time, it was already 10 o’clock, but the notification was the low battery alert. “Shit, do you have a charger?” He looked at my phone, “Yeah, I’ve got you.” He grabbed it and went over to his desk, his shorts tenting from his bulge. He plugged his charger into my phone, and it buzzed again as he set it down. When he turned to come back over to the bed, I tried to swing my eyes from his crotch to the TV, but the TV had all three people naked and kissing, three tongues twirling. It made me wonder if Shane was a good kisser. I couldn’t help but look over at him as he climbed back onto the bed. This time, the distance between us was less than two feet. He took a sip of his drink, and I followed suit. Feeling really buzzed, really loose, and really horny I asked, “Is she on her way?” He slid his hand under his shorts and groped himself, “Man, I hope so, I’m so fuckin horny…I could go blind.” I couldn’t help but laugh, but I was in the same boat. The room was getting warmer, or maybe I was getting warmer. Shane must have felt it too, because he reached behind his head and grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling it off and tossing it on the floor. I did the same, but I don’t think I was as sexy about it. Wait, did I just call Shane sexy? I don’t think I’ve seen Shane shirtless before. While he is on the skinny side like me, he has more muscle definition. I can’t help but notice a bit of a four pack flexing everytime he squeezes his dick in his shorts. His pecs are small, but there is definitely definition where my chest is flat with two dime-sized nipples. Shane checked his phone again, then his eyes went back to the porn. The group on screen was really into it at this point. One of the guys was fucking the girl while the other guy had his head down between the guys ass cheeks eating him out. “You ever been rimmed?” Shane asked. Not looking at him, I admitted, “No. Have you?” He chuckled as he spoke, “Oh yeah, it’s fucking awesome.” He checked his phone again, sighing when he had no message. “Fucking Veronica,” he shook his head. “Is she on her way?” I asked, feeling impatient, strangling my dick in my shorts. He made a frustrated face, “Not sure, she told me she would let me know when she was on her way. She’s only ten minutes from here, but she had to work until 9.” I nodded, trying to do the math in my fuzzy brain. Shane sighed, hooking his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts and underwear, then looking at me, “You mind if I take these off, my dick is straining so hard it hurts.” “No, go ahead,” I told him, hooking my thumbs in mine to get ready to pull them off, but I wanted to see what he was working with first. He quickly slipped his off and let them hang on his ankles. His 7” dick popped out, thicker than mine with a head shaped like a helmet unlike my mushroom shaped head. I know mine is a little smaller, but not much, so I felt confident enough to join him. We’re going to have to see each other naked when she gets here anyway, might as well get comfortable with it now, right? Shane made no secret of checking out my body, letting his eyes linger on my dick as I slowly stroked myself. I tried to pretend like I didn’t notice, but it did turn me on to know he was checking me out. So much so that I felt myself getting a little closer to orgasm than I wanted to be before the real party kicked off. I let go of my dick and grabbed my Gatorade, taking a few gulps. Shane did the same. I got in a good look at his body when he leaned away from me to get his supplies off the dresser next to the foot of the bed. “Do you use lube?” He asked, squirting some on his dick and slicking himself up. “Usually I go dry, but…why not?” I took the tube from him and squirt some on my dick. It was probably a little too much, the excess dripping down my balls onto his mattress, but he didn’t seem to care, and he was definitely watching. We sat there slowly stroking ourselves, watching the three people on screen going at it. I don’t know when they changed positions, but now the guy who was getting his ass eaten was on his back, taking the other guy's cock while the woman rode his tongue. Shane checked his phone to see if he had any new messages. He looked over at me grinning, “I’m so horny,” he started stroking himself. “Dude, me too,” I huffed, loosening my grip so I don’t cum too quickly. “Would you be down for that?” Shane asked, nodding to the screen as he reached over for his weed. I looked back at the screen, it was a close up of the one guys dick sinking into the other guys asshole and I laughed, thinking he was joking. He blew out smoke and passed the joint to me. I could tell from the look on his face that he was serious. I took a hit, “Which?” I blew out the smoke and passed it back to him. “Either,” he shrugged and took a long hit. I chuckled, “I don’t know, I’ve never done anal.” “In any way,” I felt the need to add. He passed me back the joint, “Have you ever played with your hole?” I shrugged, feeling no hangups at this point, “I’ve…dabbled, I guess.” I passed it back to him. “Really? Like a finger or a dildo?” “A finger,” I scrunched up my face. “I do not own a dildo.” He chuckled, “Hey, this is a safe space, you can get dildos that are not shaped like a cock that are designed just for anal stimulation,” he smiled at me, passing the joint back to me. I took a deep hit. “Did you…” His phone buzzed before he could finish his thought. I hoped it was Veronica saying she was outside. I watched as Shane texted back quickly. Then his phone buzzed again, and he texted back again. I took another hit of the weed, slowly stroking my dick with my free hand, watching his dick bob as he used both hands to text. I grabbed my drink and shifted in the bed so I could use the pillows along the headboard. My feet were stretched out on the bed down by Shane, and I could feel the warmth on the mattress from where his body had just been lying a moment ago. Shane sighed, setting his phone on the dresser, then looked over at me as he took his dick back in hand and started stroking it again. “Was that Veronica?” I asked. “She’s running late,” he shrugged. His eyes went from mine down my body, between my legs. “How often do you finger your hole?” I felt my heart rate speed up as I put the lid back on the Gatorade. “Ummm…I don’t know, once in a while, when I’m really horny...and taking my time, I guess.” I bent my left knee up so my foot was by my ass and knee in the air, my right foot tucked in to meet my left like a dead butterfly. I noticed how often he was glancing at my hole, and it was turning me on in a weird way, especially since he was talking about it. He scoots back on the bed, filling the space where my feet were and leaning against the wall. His hips were close to my feet, and I could feel his body heat radiating to my toes. I let my left knee drift to lean against the wall so I could see his face again, his eyes were...locked on my balls? Maybe lower. “How do you do it when you do it?” He asked, his eyes making their way back to mine. I felt a rush of heat hitting my chest, and I passed the last of the joint back to him. His arm brushed hard against my raised knee as he reached for it. “Umm…I don’t know, I just use a little vaseline and…you know,” I turned my hand palm up and started wiggling my middle finger up the same way I would finger a womans clit. “You use your middle finger?” I chuckled, “Yeah? What finger do you use?” He smirked, “I use both my fingers,” he held up his index finger and middle finger. “I’ve done that too,” I blurted out unprovoked. He smiled, “Really? How many fingers have you had in your ass?” “At one time?” He chuckled, “Yeah?” I felt embarrassed but answered anyway, “Ok, one time, I was chatting with someone online, like really filthy chat, and she convinced me to try three fingers.” I couldn’t help but grin with pride and embarrassment. He didn’t mock me like I expected; he actually nodded along like he was impressed. “Three fingers, but you wouldn’t do that?” He pointed at the screen again. My eyes followed his finger and on screen the cut to the close up of the guy on his back getting fucked by the other dude. I shrugged, “I don’t know, it’s way different than fingers.” He chuckled, “not really, I mean, think about it,” he held up his hand, putting the tips of his index, middle, and ring fingers together, then brought it down to his hard dick and lined them up. “It’s basically the same,” he shrugged. “Not even close,” I held up my fingers in the same formation. He quickly sat up and shifted, getting between my legs, pulling my hand down to his dick and I accidentally touched it as he compared my fingers to his girth. “It really is about the same.” I chuckled, “No way dude, look at it,” I put the three tips of my fingers to the head of his cock and it gave me a rush as the velvety tip brushed my pads. “Well, sure, the head is bigger, but how far did you get those fingers in?” I looked at my fingers for a second, “I don’t know, I couldn’t see, but it felt like they were at least to here,” I used my thumb to indicate the section just below my knuckle on my forefinger. He grabbed my hand again and lined it up with his dick which was pumping out heat. “See, at that part I think your fingers are even thicker than my dick.” He smiled with pride about being right. “Maybe it wasn’t that far,” I tried to walk it back. He made a knowing face. “Did you like it?” “I don’t know, I was kinda caught up in the moment,” I admitted. He gave me that look again. “Did you cum?” “Of course.” “With the fingers in your ass?” I thought about it for a second. “I think so, yeah.” “Well, there you go, see, you could do that, and enjoy it.” He looked back at the screen, accidentally resting his hand on my right thigh. We both watched in silence, stroking ourselves slowly for a moment while the camera cut back and forth between the close up of the guy getting fucked and then to him eating the girl out while also stroking his massive dick. It didn’t go unnoticed by me that as he slowly stroked his dick, his fist accidentally bumped into my balls a few times. I’ve jerked off with buddies back in high school before, so I’m not uncomfortable with touching another guy, but I don’t really know Shane this well, and it feels different when he touches me. Good different, I guess, but all this talk about our potential threesome involving anal sex between us has my buzzed brain spinning. Shane let out a soft moan and squeezed my thigh, jerking my attention back to how close we both are, and Veronica hasn’t even shown up yet. Shane was fixated on the TV, and it gave me a chance to really take him in. As he jerked himself off I could see the muscles hidden under his skinny build, and the way he strokes his dick had me in a bit of a trance. My mind kept drifting between wanting to touch it and thinking about Anya touching it. I wonder if she let him rawdog her? Then if I touched his dick, it would be kinda like I touched her pussy….right? “Fuck man, I need to calm down or I’m going to shoot before she gets here,” Shane said, releasing his dick and contorting himself around to reach for a little brown bottle on his dresser. He shook it, uncapped it, then held one side of his nose closed as he inhaled slowly on the other side. Then he repeated it on the other nostril. The way he relaxed immediately and looked high as fuck made me curious. “What’s that?” “Poppers,” he held the bottle out for me to take. “It helps you relax, and when you’re on the edge, it helps you to keep control of your nut,” he chuckled. I took the bottle from him and followed his example. The fumes were intense and holy shit did I get a rush. My heart started racing, and I could suddenly feel every nerve ending in my body as my eyes rolled into the back of my head. “Oh shit,” I whispered. “Right?” He chuckled, putting both his hands on my thighs and rubbing up and down a few inches below my crotch. “Damn, that’s intense,” I felt my head spinning as I relaxed into the mattress. “It’s like a horny drug,” he chuckled. I do feel even more horny. I don’t think I was any less close from blowing my load, but man do I feel horny. Shane grabbed the bottle of lube on the mattress and dripped a good a mount on his dick, stroking himself to coat his meat. “Want more lube?” He held the bottle out. I took it and dripped some more on my dick, again a little more than I wanted to and it dribbled down my balls. I instinctively brought my free hand down and tried to catch the drip. Shane huffed, “Trying to finger yourself?” I chuckled, “No, I was trying to keep the lube off your mattress.” “Oh, here I thought you were going to put on a show.” The idea now planted in my head I did kinda want that anal stimulation. Would it be weird if I fingered myself in front of Shane? Would he even care? I felt his fist bump my balls again as he stroked himself. I’m not sure if he even realized he did it; he was so transfixed on the TV. I liked it, though. I kinda want him to do it some more. I slowly stretched my legs out over his bent knees, his hairy thighs brushing the back of my thighs as I did. He looked over at me as my legs landed. “Sorry, I was getting a cramp,” I lied, but it brought me close enough to the flight path of him stroking himself that his knuckles started bumping my balls with every other pass. “It’s cool, get comfortable,” he said, and then leaned back a little which spread his knees a little more under my thighs, holding himself up with his left hand as his right stroked his dick. Now every stroke of his dick was bumping my balls and it was sending my brain into a horny spiral. I started stroking my dick faster. “Oh shit, that probably feels so good,” Shane grinned at the TV, stroking his dick a little faster. I turned my head to look at the TV and saw the guy getting fucked shooting his load on his chest as the other guy pulled out and shot his load on that guys balls and the camera zoomed in on the juices dripping down to the guys asshole. “Damn,” I added, trying not to cum. “I would’nt pull out though,” Shane chuckled and I realized he was thinking it must have felt good to be fucking that guy as he shot his load instead of being the guy getting fucked. “Yeah, me neither,” I felt the need to add. Then I grabbed the little brown bottle and took another hit. “Fuck, that got me close too,” he said, reaching for the bottle after I inhaled a second time. I watched Shane close his eyes and take a hit, feeling the rush wash over my body, I don’t know why I did it, but as he was taking a hit on the other side I reached out and gave his dick a couple strokes which caused him to moan and he grinned at me through half lidded eyes and I stopped stroking him. Another scene started playing on the TV, featuring two different men and a different woman. This time, they were checking into a hotel, and one of them said, “I’m so glad we’re finally off the road.” She parked her roller bag and added, “I never want to get in the car again,” then stretched her back by bending over and touching her toes. “Do you need a massage?” The second guy asked, and then the music kicked in. “Do you need a massage?” Shane asked and squeezed my thighs, the head of his dick brushing against my balls and then sliding down to my lube drenched grundle before he pulled back. I chuckled, “I need Veronica to get here. I’m so horny.” “Yeah, fuck, me too,” he contorted himself to grab his phone without leaving his spot on the bed. He sent a quick text and set the phone down. Immediately his hand went back to stroking his cock. “You know what would be hot?” “What?” “Ah…no, never mind,” he shook his head and turned back to the TV. “Well, now I need to know,” I pressured. “It’s stupid, I don’t know why I said anything,” he kept looking at the TV. “Dude, come on, what would be hot?” He turned to look at me and grabbed the bottle of poppers, taking a hit as if that would change the subject. Then he handed me the bottle. I grabbed it, adding, “Bro, just tell me,” and inhaled deep. He closed his eyes, still holding his last hit in. Then I took a hit on the other side as he exhaled. “Fuuuck,” he said and squeezed my upper thighs really hard, and it made me moan and exhale my hit. I felt the rush washing over me. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the sensation and mumbled, “Just tell me.” “Ugh, ok, but don’t judge me,” he prefaced. I shook my head, implying I won’t judge. “It would be kinda hot to see how you finger yourself as you jerk off…you know, while we wait on Veronica.” With the rush at its peak, I mumbled, “Mmm…yeah, it would.” “For real? You’ll do it?” He got all excited. Before I could think about it, I shrugged, “If you want…I mean, it feels good,” I chuckled. He grabbed the lube and handed it to me instantly, popping the lid as he did, which got a chuckle from both of us. My rush started to come down as I poured some lube into my left hand and circled my pucker with my fingers. The cool lube grounded me a little, and I started to think this might be a bridge too far. “Are you sure you want to watch?” He grinned, “Fuck yeah, it’ll be so hot to watch you pleasure yourself like that.” He stroked his dick a few strokes. “Wait,” he nearly shouted. Grabbing a pillow, he pushed my legs back and stuck the pillow under my lower back and upper ass cheeks. “This way I can really see it,” he grinned and grabbed the lube. “Want some more?” He uncapped it. I held out my hand and he squirt a dollop on my fingers, then squirt more on his dick and started stroking himself. I turned to watch the TV. I couldn’t watch him while doing this. I learned the hard way that I had to concentrate on relaxing my sphincter for this to feel good, and with him watching me, there was added pressure. Thankfully, my head was spinning from the poppers, weed, and whatever was mixed in with the Gatorade, so as soon as I took my lubed fingers and circled my hole, it instantly felt good and like I could just go for it. Out of caution, though, just using my middle finger, I pushed the tip into my slick pucker, and it went in pretty easily. The feeling of being gently stretched always felt good, but with his lube, it was even better. “Oh shit, that’s hot man,” Shane grabbed my legs and gently spread them a little wider to get a better view, then quickly returned to slowly stroking his dick which I could see was starting to form precum at the tip so I know he wasn’t just saying that, he was really enjoying what he was seeing. I decided to push it into the next knuckle, which was a little uncomfortable for a second, but as I wiggled it inside, it quickly started to feel good. “Keep jerking yourself too,” Shane encouraged, scooting closer to me in excitement. Now as he stroked his dick his fist was bumping into the back of my hand and I felt the precum from his tip a he accidentally rubbed the head on my hand too. My first thought was that’s gross, but as his fist gently bumped the back of my hand on the next stroke, it vibrated through my hand and into my hole, and that was a new feeling I instantly enjoyed. I didn’t tell him he was bumping my hand, since he didn’t seem to care, and after a few more strokes, I was so turned on I was ready to insert another finger. Still, I wasn’t sure if that was taking this too far or if he wanted to see me do it, so I just kept wiggling my middle finger as deep as I could get it while my right hand stroked my dick in time with his stroking. “This feels good,” I whispered in a breathy voice. His eyes latched onto mine. “Yeah?” “Oh yeah,” I confessed. He put his hands on my thighs, gently squeezing as his cock bobbed up and down and his precum smeared on the back of my hand. “Add another finger,” he suggested. I raised an eyebrow, “Yeah?” “Fuck yeah,” he insisted. “Want more lube?” He grabbed the bottle and uncapped it. “Umm, sure,” I pulled my finger out and let him dribble an excessive amount into the trench between my middle and index finger. Then he put a little more on his dick, giving himself a few strokes as I returned my fingers to my hole. This time, as I slowly inserted both fingers, he watched in awe as I slowly slid them in as deep as they would go. The stretching was intense, but I felt the need to impress him by doing it without stopping. Like, somehow I’m not a man if I can’t insert two fingers without wincing. “Damn Zach, that’s so hot, look how tight your ass fits around your fingers.” Shane's eyes were like saucers as he watched me finger myself with two fingers now. In his excitement he shifted his weight again an was humping his dick across the back of my hand for a few pumps of his hips before he settled back down and started stroking his dick directly against the back of my hand. The vibration with two fingers in my hole was an insane amount of pleasure. So much so, I found myself trying to pull my fingers deeper into my hole than I had ever done by myself. “Does it feel good?” I let out a very breathy, “Yeah.” “Shit, it’s so hot. Is that weird to say? Fuck, I don’t care man, it’s really hot, you look so hot doing it.” He put his left hand on my thigh, leaned over me really quickly, his dick dragging up my arm, precum streaking in my arm hair until his balls landed on my wrist as he grabbed the little brown bottle next to my shoulder. “Dude, you’re so fucking sexy like this,” he almost mumbled to himself as he opened the bottle and put it under my nose, plugging one side and then the other as I inhaled deep without taking my fingers out of my hole or off my cock. The rush crashing over me like a tidal wave. I felt my hole relax around my fingers, and I was able to push them even deeper in. “Mmmm,” I moaned as my eyelids closed and all of my other senses heightened. I felt my horniness increase from the pleasure of my fingers in my hole. My strokes on my cock were intensified, the heat coming from Shane being under my legs and his dick putting off an amazing amount of heat as it rest against the back of my hand was intense while I heard him take a hit of the poppers. “Fuck dude,” he breathed out before taking another hit and holding it. As he breathed it out he grabbed his dick and started stroking himself. I continued stroking myself and fingering myself as the poppers peaked and then subsided, bringing myself back to the edge and then holding off, letting Shane vibrate my fingers inside me with his jerking off between my legs. It was all so surreal, I almost forgot about Veronica until I heard Shane’s phone buzz. He didn’t seem to hear it because he just kept stroking himself while watching my fingers wiggling inside my tight pucker. “Is that Veronica?” I asked. “Huh? Oh, shit,” he grumbled and grabbed his phone. “She just got out of work, she needs to go to her place and shower before she comes over,” he read me the bullet points. He sent a quick text and then put the phone back down. “We can wait, this is already hotter than I thought it would be,” he said, grabbing my thigh with his left hand and his dick with his right, shifting his weight again and I swear he was so close his ball brushed against the back of my hand before he settled. “Should we…wait for her? I don’t want to accidentally cum,” I chuckled. “Fuck that, she’ll get here when she gets here, I’m having too much fun,” he grinned. “Unless you want to stop,” he added. I shook my head no. I was too close to blowing my load to think clearly. The sex fog in my brain had me feeling good all around. “Good,” he said. “Want some more?” He held up the bottle of poppers. I nodded yes. “Yeeeeah boooy,” he leaned over me again. Again his balls dangled over the hand in my ass, his dick sliding along my dick was so weird but oddly a turn on at the same time. He helped me take another hit before he settled back down to take a hit of his own. Capping the bottle he got up on his knees a little, grabbing my thighs he rocked his hips so his dick slid up along my cock and his balls gently banged into the back of my hand and he let out a heavy breath. He did this through the entire peak of my popper high and his until we both settled down and started stroking our dicks again. “Fuck dude, do you want to try for a third finger?” I grinned and nodded yes. I was feeling so good that a third finger could only enhance this situation. Shane grabbed the lube and put the tip just under my balls and squeezed. I felt the liquid hit my grundle and drip down, and I caught it with the fingers still in my hole. “Wait, wait, wait,” Shane said, capping the lube and grabbing the poppers. He stuck them back under my nose, and I took a hit. “Deeper this time and hold it,” he said, holding it under the other nostril. I did as I was told and took a really deep breath until I thought my lungs would pop. “That’s it,” he said, taking a quick hit for himself and settling back down. Then he hooked his hands under my knees and pushed them back toward my chest so he could watch. “Ok, now,” he said, finally exhaling. With the rush washing over me, I didn’t focus on him holding my knees up and just focused on the pleasure of all of this. Slowly sliding my middle and index finger out, I quickly adjusted my fingers and pushed back in slowly, adding my ring finger this time. “Oh shit,” I groaned as I quickly hit the first knuckle and it was already more stretching than just two fingers flexing inside. “That’s it, keep going,” he encouraged. “This is so hot.” I took a deep breath, keeping my eyes closed. I tried to focus on relaxing, and it actually worked. My fingers slid into the second knuckle, and now I knew I was more stretched out than I had ever been, so I had to stop pushing in. “Oh shit Zach, that’s so hot!” Shane's excitement was intoxicating. “Keep going, see if you can get them even deeper.” I slowly pushed even deeper, letting out a groan and clenching my hole around my fingers as I did. It didn’t hurt as much as it was uncomfortable and hard to do from this angle…but yeah, the new diameter was a bit intense. “Ungh, I can’t go any deeper,” I admitted. “Shit, dude, that’s still so hot. Does it feel good?” He let my legs go back down and started stroking himself with his right hand and rubbing higher up on my thigh with his left hand. I groaned, “It’s ok, I’m getting used to it.” He chuckled, “Dude, I’m so turned on by it. I know that sounds weird, but I don’t care, man. Something about it just looks so hot,” he grinned at me. “Can you pump in and out like before?” I tried to pump in and out, but the best I could do was wiggle my wrist, and my fingers gyrated in me a little. “Mmmph…I can’t.” He rubbed both of my thighs up and down, letting his dick rub the back of my hand as he slowly slid his hands up so his thumbs could massage my crotch. “Do you want me to try?” I opened my eyes to see his still locked on my hand or maybe his dick, it’s hard to tell. “What do you mean?” He looked up at me and smiled, “Can I try fingering you?” I swallowed hard, “I don’t know, that’s kinda…you know.” He chuckled, “Dude, it’s no big deal, I’ve let a guy do it to me before, it always feels better when someone else fingers you.” “Really?” “Yeah,” he scrunched up his face as if I asked the dumbest question in the world. “I guess, if you want to, it could be cool,” I said, slowly pulling my fingers from my hole. He didn’t hesitate and reached for the lube, coated the fingers on his left hand, then lifted my balls with his right hand so he could see what he was doing and slowly slid his fingers down my grundle into my crack and then found my pucker. “Oh…ahhhmmm,” I breathed out as he circled the ring and landed in the center. My pucker instinctively tightened before he could push one finger in, but he pushed just hard enough that his finger pushed in and kept going until he had it all the way on. “Ahhh…shit,” his finger was a bit more rigid and overall bigger than mine and it stung a lot more than when I used mine. “Oh shit, that feels so good, holy shit dude,” he comented as he did more of an in and out motion as opposed to the wiggling I did with my finger. “I can feel you gripping my finger dude, that’s so fucking hot,” he chuckled. “Ungh, shit, it’s so weird,” I groaned. “I’m going to put a second finger in,” he said, as he was already sliding the first finger out to add the second, and without pausing, pushed in two fingers. “Oh fuck, Shane…ahhh, that’s, ahhh,” I hissed but then he twisted his hand so it was palm up and did this Spiderman thing where he pressed his fingers hard into my anal wall and I had a rush of intense pleasure. “Oh, shit, that…that feels better,” I was squirming under his assault on what turns out to be my prostate. “That’s the spot?” He pressed even harder with each click of his fingers. “Ungh…yeah, oh man,” I grabbed my dick and started jerking off. The pleasure was so intense I couldn’t waste it. “You like it?” He asked in a breathy voice, stroking his dick with his other hand. I could only nod yes as I breathed heavily and stretched my legs over his thighs, my toes starting to curl from the pleasure. “Damn dude, you’re ass is so warm and tight, it’s like trying to eat my fingers. Do you want me to try a third?” He pulled his two fingers to just the tips as he asked the question, not waiting for the answer, he aligned his fingers and started pushing in. “Ahhhgh, that’s too much,” I groaned. “Let me add more lube,” he said, reaching for the lube without removing his fingers from my hole. “Shit, I don’t think lube will help,” I hissed. “Let’s see, I need more for my dick anyway,” he popped the cap, pulling his fingers out except the tip and added more lube, then slowly pushed them back in. Holding his fingers at two knuckles deep, not moving a muscle, it gave me a chance to breathe. He drizzled more lube on his dick and before he capped the lube he asked, “Do you need more on your dick?” I shook my head no and he capped it, smearing the lube all over his dick. “Damn dude, I’ve never had anything this tight on my fingers. Does it feel good?” I sighed, “It’s alright. Just hold it there.” He did as he slowly stroked his dick. After a minute, he slowly started pulsing his fingers, almost like he was trying to spread my hole instead of fingering it, but it was so gentle it actually felt really good, and I started jerking off to the new pleasure. “Jesus, I can feel your ass clamp down and then relax on my fingers, like it’s your heartbeat. Does it feel good?” I nodded, “It’s better.” I was slowly jerking myself because every few strokes I felt him hit my prostate and it would almost make me cum, and I definitely didn’t want to cum before Veronica got here. Oh shit, Veronica… “Did Veronica text?” “No.” He kept pulsing his fingers. “Are you…mmm….are you sure?” He dropped his dick and reached for his phone. “Nah, not yet.” Then I heard a notification chime. “I put the volume up so we’ll know for sure when she texts.” He put the phone back down and started stroking his dick again. “Shit, I think we should stop until she gets here,” I dropped my dick. “No way, dude, this is too much fun.” I felt his fingers go deeper in my hole, just a little bit but enough to feel it deep in my guts, “Ungh…fuck…I don’t want to cum before she gets here…ungh, and I’m getting close,” I warned. He handed me the little brown bottle, “Here, these will help.” I didn’t hesitate and took a hit. “Take another hit, a really big one this time, and hold it as long as you can.” I did as he instructed, and the rush was so intense I almost blacked out before exhaling. “Oh fuuuck,” I mumbled. “Better?” “Mmmm, yeah,” I groaned and spread my legs a little wider. “Yeah, that’s it, fucking feels good doesn’t it?” He managed to push his fingers a little deeper. “Ahhh….mmmm, yeah, fuck, so good,” I tossed my head from side to side on the mattress. I can’t believe how good this feels. Then he took it up a notch and was suddenly stroking my dick while fingering my ass. “Ohhh God….yeah, that, that…” was all I could mumble. He chuckled, “Damn Zach, you really like getting your ass played with, huh?” I rubbed my face and mumbled, “I didn’t…ungh, now I do.” He stroked me a little faster and harder, so he was pounding down on my crotch at the same time pushing up on my prostate. “Oh FUCK, Shane…I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that,” I squirmed under him, my legs wrapped around his back. He dropped my dick and slowly pulled his fingers out of my hole. “Damn dude, that was so hot, I can’t get over how tight you are. I’ll bet it would feel so good on my dick.” He started stroking his dick with his right hand again, his left hand lifting my balls and then letting his thumb drop down to my pucker in the gentlest touch. I was completely blown away by the stimulation he had just given me, and yeah, I heard what he said, but it hadn’t yet registered —what he said. As the intensity started to simmer down, my breathing coming back to normal, I could hear the porn again and glanced at the screen. Much like the previous video, the two guys were fucking, this time the first guy was laying like I am with the guy between his legs like Shane is between mine, just railing him, and the rigl is bobbing her head up and down on his cock and the dude looks like his mind is blown…not unlike mine right now. “That looks so hot, doesn’t it?” Shane asked. I reached for my dick which had finally settled down enough that I could start stroking it again without popping off. “Yeah,” I nodded without taking my eyes off the video. Shane chuckled, “Zach, would it be crazy…would you let me try putting my dick in you?” My head snapped back to Shane, trying to focus on his face, expecting him to be joking, “What?” He grinned, “Just the tip, you know, just to feel how tight you are.” My face scrunched up, “I don’t know, man, that’s pretty gay.” “It’s no more gay than what we already did.” He started rubbing his thumb over my lubed hole. “Mmm, yeah, but, it is, it’s not a finger, it’s your dick,” I tried to laugh it off. “Come on, man, I’ve never felt any hole so tight, let me just feel your ring around the head and then I’ll pull out.” “I don’t know man,” I felt that flush come back to my chest, a nervousness mixed with an extreme horniness. “What’s there to think about? I’m not going to tell anyone, and you liked my fingers so much you almost blew your load.” “Just the tip?” He reached for the lube. “Yeah, it won’t be weird, it’ll probably feel really good for both of us.” He squirt some lube on his fingers and rubbed it on my hole, then added more to his dick, quickly shifting a little closer so he had to push his cock down to reach my hole. His left hand on my thigh, his thumb rubbing between my leg and grundle I felt his cock slip down between my ass cheeks, slick as all hell it slid right over my hole and I let out a sigh. He lowered his dick even more, the tip centering on my pucker and he nudged the head in, using gentle rocking until he finally gave it a little extra pressure and my hole stopped resisting his girth and it popped in with a sting. “Ahhh, FUCK, no pull it out!” I growled. The pain shot into my guts like someone fired a gun into my ass. He rubbed my thigh, “Dude, I’m not even in yet, you gotta let me get the head in.” He reached over and grabbed the poppers to hand them to me. “Here, take a hit, it’ll help you relax.” I quickly uncapped the bottle and took a deep hit, then another. The rush was a million times better than the sting of his dick. “Take another hit, a big one on each side, and really hold it.” Shane started adding gentle pressure this time. Shifting his weight for more leverage as I took my hits and held it like he asked. The wave crashed over me and I felt myself start to relax and let his dick push into my hole. This time, without the sting, the head sank into my hole with a smooth warmth and added pressure to my prostate. We both let out an “mmmm” as we held it there. He was restraining from pushing deeper, and I was restraining from pushing him out. “Fuck that feels good. I can feel your hole clamp down on me. Can you feel me in you?” I nodded and groaned, “It’s weird.” “Good weird or bad weird?” “Just…weird,” I felt the poppers hit their peak and my hole relaxed a little more around his cock. “Oh fuck, I can feel your hole trying to suck me in like it did with my fingers.” He had both hands on my upper thighs now, his cock slowly inching it’s way a little deeper. “Holy shit Zach, it’s so warm, like a silk pillow wrapped tightly around my tip…I’m gonna push a little deeper, see if you can handle more of me.” “Ungh, wait,” I groaned, but didn’t really put up a fight as he sank two more inches into me. “Ahhh…fuck, ok, that’s enough,” I groaned when he got a little too deep and I felt a pang. He stopped pushing and grabbed the poppers, taking a deep hit. “Fuck dude, you’re so tight I almost nut when you clamped down just now,” he chuckled as he exhaled. “Dude, what? You better not cum in me,” I clamped down instinctively and he gripped my thighs tight with his hands. “Oooh, shit, dude, if you don’t want me to nut right now you need to relax,” he whispered as if the vibration of sound would set him off. “Shane, no, you need to pull out,” I insisted. “Can’t, you’re clamped so tight, if I move I’m gonna blow,” he whispered again. I grabbed the poppers from him and took a deep hit, then another. As the rush hit me, I took another deep hit and another for good measure, feeling my body completely relax to the point where my dick started going soft. Shane noticed and started stroking my dick for me as the poppers did their thing. “Shit….ok, I can feel you relaxing,” Shane said and slowly pushed deeper into me. “Ahhh, fuck, Shane, you’re pushing in, you need to pull out,” I groaned feeling him hit deep in my guts and the feeling was a new height of pleasure that almost made me blow my load. “Does it feel good?” “Mmm…yeah, but I don’t want you to cum in me…and I don’t want to cum before Veronica gets here,” I mumbled and clenched on his dick again. “Oh fuck, dude, that feels so good, you feel so good, I don’t want to pull out yet. Can’t we just do this until she gets here?” “I don’t know, ungh,” he rocked his hips a hair, “Are you….do you just want to hold it there?” He pulsed his dick inside me, “I can hold it, or I can give you a few pumps,” he rocked his hips out a tiny bit and then back in. “Ungh…fuck” I groaned. “It feels good, right?” “Mmmm, yeah but…” “So let me get a few pumps in, just until Veronica gets here,” he insisted. “Is she going to be here soon?” “She’ll be here any minute, I think,” he rocked his hips again, the pain gone and nothing but pleasure this time. “Fuck…ok, but…mmm, ok, we should use a condom though,” I moaned. “Why? You can’t get pregnant?” “Yeah, but…” “I’m not going to cum in you, I’m saving it for her,” he rocked his hips in a slightly bigger stroke. “Ungh, ok, just a few minutes until she gets here,” I caved, grabbing my dick. He leaned over me and started to slowly pump his hips in and out, his dick sliding in deeper and then back out until it almost popped out, then he’d pump all seven inches back into me and grind on my ass. “Your ass feels so good, I love how tight you are,” he mumbled between thrusts. I kept stroking my dick, but as I felt myself getting close I’d stop stroking, even though he kept pumping into me. After only a couple of minutes, it was feeling so good that stopping jerking wasn’t going to do it, so I grabbed the poppers and took a deep hit, then another. Shane smiled at me as my rush peaked and he thrust a little harder into me, his cock hitting even deeper inside me. His face looked like he was in pure bliss, and I was getting nervous. I offered him the poppers, and he nodded yes. Taking a good hit on both sides, but he kept slowly pushing in and grinding as he did. “Oh man, Zach, this is the best ass I’ve ever had, I don’t know how much longer I can hold out.” “Dude, you need to hold out. Veronica will be here soon,” I groaned, feeling him hitting deep with every pump. “I can nut twice, I need to nut,” he said, thrusting harder and faster, his hips slamming into my ass for a few strokes and then he slammed hard into me and I felt his dick throb, “Ungh,” he slammed into me again, and his cock slid with no friction, so smooth it felt so good and wet. “Mmmm.” he moaned quietly as he stopped moving inside me. “Fuck, did you just cum inside me?” I asked, feeling his dick still twitching inside me. “Oh yeah, fuck, Zach, you’re hole is so tight, I couldn’t hold it,” He chuckled, still holding himself over me he slowly sat up straight and put his hands on my thighs as he caught his breath. “Dude, I told you not to cum in me,” I was having mixed feelings, it felt so good, but I was also angry. “Sorry dude, it just happened, I couldn’t help it,” he slowly started to pull out, and my hole suddenly felt empty. “What about Veronica?” I asked. He grabbed his phone, “Oh shit, she text.” He started texting her back. I started stroking my dick, “Is she almost here?” “Damn dude, I had a lot of lube on my fingers, I think I turned the ringer on and then back off by accident.” “Ok, is she here?” He sent a text, “I think she got here but forgot which apartment I’m in and then left when I didn’t respond to her half dozen messages and two phone calls.” He looked over at me with a guilty look on his face. “Are you serious?” I felt my blood boiling. “Yeah dude, look,” he showed me her response to his most recent message, saying, “I left,” time-stamped 12:04 a.m. Now it’s 12:05 am. I couldn’t think straight, “Fuck, I can’t believe…..FUCK,” I felt dirty and used, as I rolled off the bed and yanked my clothes back on. “Sorry, man, it was an accident,” Shane was trying to calm me down, but I wouldn’t hear it. I just kept grumbling about how this is bull shit, gathered my things and stormed out. The next day, after classes, I had a shift at the coffee shop with Anya. “You look like shit,” she said. “I had a late night,” I said, grabbing a mug and pouring myself some coffee. “How was spring break?” She asked. “It was ok, I guess, how was yours?” “Ugh, it was ok, I ended up going home…” “Because you broke up with Shane?” I was about to launch into how ‘he’s an asshole’ but then she corrected me. “Well, yeah, but he called me up a few days ago and apologized, so we’re good now,” she then launched into a long story about something that happened to her at home. All I could think was how Shane lied to me about being broken up, fucked me, nut in me, and…what else was he lying about?

I don’t fuck mares with white hoods.

Think of a dick as a straw. And imagine you're drinking a very tasty thick milkshake through that straw. Suck then gulp each sip down.

Considering it was this morning and it was 2 black guys that are brothers both holes

OmFFFFFg, one of my favorite buddies and I can spend hours playing with ass. Sure, we both like to fuck and fist and get fed. But more than anything, I like playing with an ass and in an ass. Lots of fingers opening up and stretching. My toy to use is a speculum. Sure, we both like getting off and busting a nut. But when we are both in the same mindset, it’s just a matter of touching and playing with a butt hole, getting it loose and open, swollen puffy lips.

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.

I am planning on going to the Horse Market the first time ever, it will be September 2025 in Amsterdam, Eagle Eye. I know there is plenty of review and feedback and general stories out there on the web, do guys who have gone to such event, have any suggestions for a rookie like me ? I am planning on going as a red hooded mare or should I test the waters before and go as a white hooded mare. Would I be a popular fuck ?

If it's not deep in my cunt, I'll swallow it, never let any semen go to waste, that's a mortal sin

An unexpected trip to St Louis for July 4th. I marked one thing off my bucket list: watching fireworks explode over the gateway arch. I connected with a guy whose boyfriend was visiting from Kansas City. If I’m looking to hook up, I’m not into much chitchat. And within five minutes we realised we were 95% aligned in our kinks and fetishes. all three of us are ass pigs. And we got into a three-way daisy chain fisting each other, then flipping around so we each fisted the other two. I’ve been home several days. My ass still is quivering and I’ve got a smile on my face.

The longer version can wait but my hairy ass is happy after night 1. it’s 6 loads in the ass and 1 in the mouth though only 2 of them came from 24 Kaikan. It was made up for by ending the night with a huge cumming neighbor and my partner fucking the sloppy mess after. This pic just shows what happened when I ever so slightly relaxed from the pressure the cum was making to come out 💦

In my experience guys around my own age (27) are more discerning and prudish. They haven't fully embraced the pig lifestyle.

Cant lie, also love my hole being called a pussy.

It was December and I was 3 months into a breakup with my fiance. I was off work for Christmas holidays with no plans. My family is scattered all over and I didnt have any obligations. I decided that I wanted it. I wanted to be used like I'd read about in stories. These made-up, distorted versions of a fantasy I'd been reading and riding dildos thinking about. I was going to do it. I remember reading about a bottom who'd been tricked into getting partied up and left to be fucked by any stranger that walked by. That would be me tonight. I set up my Grindr, Sniffies and Squirt statuses (I wasn't playing around, and I was all in. I wasn't fishing with a hook, I was throwing out a net.). It read, "🍑👀🥳💦". Almost right away there were several messages coming in. It took almost no time and I had lined up a top who was going to come over, supply my party favors, and show me how to use them. I continued getting ready, making sure that I was completely cleaned out and Lubed up for my very first "Dealer". He had already said he was going to be the first to use my mouth and ass that night. I got ready. I lubed up my smooth hole and slid a medium-sized plug in. Then, I put on my jock and long socks. It was getting close to time and I was getting horny. I'd smoked 3 joints and had some poppers while stretching my ass with my plug. I was ready to be bent over and used hard. I got into position on the couch in my livingroom. Ass up on the ottoman, with nothing but bareback porn on the 60" TV to light the room. I had already told him the door would be unlocked and to just walk in. I heard the door handle move from behind me. He was here. He walked in and I (with my ass towards the door and face in the couch) saw a bag with what looked like road salt in it, a little blue pill, and a 5 hr energy drink appear on the cushion beside my head. He had a a brand new glass pipe with a bulb at the end of it. He took a pinch from the bag, placed it in the pipe, and began to heat it up. He handed it to me once it had melted and smoked a little, and told me to keep doing that until I got it to smoke. I had seen it in some amateur porn videos before, so I got the jist. I heated up the pipe and took in a deep breath of dense white smoke. It almost tasted like candle wax smells. It wasn't good, but it wasn't bad. I felt a rush. I'd never felt it before. Then I got it. The rush. I wanted cock, and I would do anything I was told. Immediately I started to unzip him as he stood off to my side. I pulled his soft cock out and started to suck it. I took it in my mouth, made sure it was soaked in my saliva (no shortage of that), and then felt it start to grow in my mouth. He wasn't huge, but it was perfect for #1 of the night. about 6" and average in thickness. Not long after he was at full rigidity, he handed me his poppers and positioned behind me. I felt his wet hard mushroom head kiss my hole, and rub it up and down before he slid his cock slowly, balls deep inside me. I was moaning like a slut. He started to fuck me, full strokes and then slid as far as he could in me and held it there with full force. wlWhile he had me dicked deep and pinned down, I saw him grab the energy drink bottle, fill a cap with the thick clear liquid inside, and pour it into the water I had on the end table beside me. He motioned for me to take it. I drank the whole glass right away. He kept fucking me for about 15 min, then I started getting even hornier. I wanted to suck him some more. I pulled off of his cock, spun myself around and started sucking his cock like I was possessed. Slurping and taking him balls deep in my mouth. I even managed to get his balls inside my mouth while his cock was in my throat. Then he spun me back around and started fucking me again. This time, with purpose. He was pounding my ass deeper and harder than I'd ever been fucked and it felt amazing. I was in a haze. Completely fixated on his soft shaft sliding up against the soft membrane of my tight, lubed up hole. Then he drove deep inside and started to grunt. I could feel it. I felt every jet of that hot load and remember the warmth of it inside me. He pulled out slowly (i was squeezing his cock as he did, making sure I'd milked ever drop out of him). After that he cleaned up with some wet wipes I had on the end table, and we made small talk (usually I don't talk unless Im being fucked and talking dirty, moaning, That kind of thing. But I was fucking chatty tonight). He was playing with his phone, and mentioned a friend of his was nearby. He wanted to use a spun little slut like me. I was immediately horny and told him to give him my details. He texted his friend, told me that he was on his way, and then left...

Shorter is fine sometimes. Sometimes you want to be fucked until your hole is wrecked. Sometimes you just want the load.

I know this kind of mating ritual isn't available everywhere, but that doesn't mean guys can't aspire to deepening their sexual acts to match their lusts. Reading these responses only makes a guy all the hornier to get out there and jump into the pool of writhing, breeding men. To those who live in more restrictive areas, it might be up to you to advance the possibilities for other, more repressed rawmen. If you can possibly manage it, why not start a group of men dedicated to pigsex in your area? Start small - maybe a handful of guys - word will spread, and more will turn up. Tell the attendee's to tell other guys they know. Once we taste the sweetness of sating our lusts (however temporarily), the impetus is already there. For men like us, there's hardly a bigger thrill than sharing ourselves with those just like us. Nothing comes of nothing, right? Why not try it?

1. Johnny "Positive," he said. "I'm sorry. But with modern drugs, it doesn't have to be a death sentence." I couldn't remember what my name had been thirty seconds ago. Even before the counselor had finished saying "positive," I knew what I would be called for however long I had left to live. I would be known henceforth as Johnny Deathseed. I'd spend my days exploring the modern American frontier of suburbs, exurbs and gentrified urban cores. I'd be spreading the gospel of bareback sex, of fluid exchange, and of AIDS far and wide. The counselor droned on, but I had stopped listening to him. I knew I would never weaken the power of my new virus by taking drugs. I hadn't practiced safer sex before and I certainly wasn't going to start now. I was a male. I was designed to inseminate. Now, finally, I could get my partners knocked up. I started to stare at the counselor. He was young, maybe 20 or 21, with blond hair and blue eyes. He was clean-cut, with a polo shirt just tight enough to show off his muscles and khakis on. He screamed pre-med student, volunteering here to beef up his transcript for medical school. He was gay; that much was clear. I interrupted him. "Are you poz?" I asked. "No, I'm not." There was a hint of revulsion in his voice, like he hadn't ever had a drippy cock yet. I wondered if he had even once accepted the joy of a man's raw cock in his ass, the sacrament of sharing seed. He quickly added, "But some of my friend are." "Do you ever wonder what it really feels like?" The man I had been a few minutes ago was dead. Johnny had taken over completely. "To have a deadly virus in your body? An incurable disease? To be able to spread it by making love to another man?" He was quiet for a moment, thinking. "Yes. I do." Silence again. He had gotten off-script. "I do this three times a week. Each person reacts differently. And every night, I wonder what they think as they fall asleep that first night." Another pause. "You're the first person who has ever asked me though." "The caretaker needs care as well," I lied. I just wanted to know if the carpet matched the drapes. There was another brief silence. It didn't bother me, but clearly I had rattled my boy. "Um, do you know how you got infected." "Yes," I said. It wasn't hard to know. Every weekend for the past three months, I had been to the local bathhouse. I had let anyone and everyone bareback me. I hadn't refused a single load. "Bareback fucking," I said. "Have you ever barebacked?" I asked. "No," he answered, far too quickly. I knew he was lying, so I didn't say anything. He had to fill the silence with the truth. "Well. A few times." "And?" "It felt great. But I..." He trailed off. "I didn't like the fear and uncertainty afterwards." I put my hand on his arm. There was a light layer of hair on it, just blond enough to be hard to see. "You don't have to be afraid, you know," I said. "You could choose just to enjoy the pleasure. The intimacy." He stared at me with those innocent blue eyes, a battle raging in his mind. I stroked his arm again, and he lost the battle between pleasure and prudence. His free hand went to his neck, and unbuttoned the top button of the polo. "It's what you really want," I said, and he unbuttoned the other two buttons. "It's going to be great." He pulled off his shirt, exposing a tight, muscled chest and stomach. There was a spray of slightly darker hair across his stomach, then a dark blond trail leading down into his khakis. "I can't believe I'm doing this," he said, as he stood up, and undid his belt. I got up, and checked the door. I didn't be disturbed as I carried out my first mission. It was locked. I pulled off my t-shirt, and the counselor let his khakis drop to the floor. He was wearing a pair of underwear that were hugging his ass. I didn't even notice his cock. I unbuttoned my Levi's, and my cock sprung free, already hard. "Wow," he murmured. He started to kneel down, trying to suck on it. I didn't want to waste time with oral sex. I bent him over the desk, and pulled down his underwear. On the counter behind him was a basket of condoms and lube. I grabbed two packets of lube, and squeezed one onto his hole, one onto my cock. I stuck a finger into his hole. He was tight, almost like a virgin. I worried he wasn't going to be able to open up enough for me to get my shaft into his hole. I didn't have to worry. As I pressed my finger into his body, he readily let me in, willingly accepting anything I gave him. It didn't take long for me to get a second finger into him, and quickly after a third. He was moaning in pleasure as I stroked in and out of him. "Please, man, give it to me," he begged me. I greased up my shaft, then lined up the cockhead with his hole. "You ready for it?" I asked. "Yes. I need it," he said. "Fuck me raw. Bareback me. Cum in me. Shoot me full of your seed and your virus. Make me poz." I had been ready to fuck him from the moment I saw his preppy ass, and with that plea, I didn't wait for a formal invitation. I pressed my cock into his hole and it slid in easily. It felt great. My first raw hole of my poz life. My first neg hole, even. He was just tight enough to provide some resistance, but loose enough that I could get my thick shaft into him easily. And once inside, his hole was hot, moist, and alive. I started to pound his hole hard. For the first time, I didn't have to worry about how rough I was or if I was ripping up his tender skin. In fact, that was the entire point of today's fuck: to rough up his ass, to injure it, to render him defenseless before I sprayed him full of my newly toxic seed. "Feel good?" I asked, but honestly, I didn't care what his answer was. "It's rough. But don't stop. I want this to hurt." I continued to fuck him hard, pulling almost all the way out, then slamming back into him. "This needs to hurt," he continued. It was the best fuck in far too long. I felt powerful. I was powerful. My cock had always been a source of pleasure for me. I had seen enough other men to know it was above average: big and thick. But now it was something even more amazing. I had a loaded weapon, and it was hanging between my legs. I could change a man's life permanently. Men were going to worship it, honor it, destroy their lives to have the chance to pleasure it. My awesome cock and my beautiful balls were going to be the defining elements of the rest of my life. I needed to spread it far and wide and let every man, willing or otherwise know my power. I was getting close. The first man was soon going to have the pleasure of my very first deadly load. "I'm getting close," I said. "Give. It. To. Me." he grunted, a fierce determination audible in his demand. I didn't give him a chance to have a second thought. I pushed in deep: let my beautiful tool have its way and let my balls, filled to the brim with my brand new virus, drain themselves into his helpless body. "Fucking. Take. My. Seed," I replied, in the same staccato cadence that he had used to beg me. My cock exploded and filled his ass with my seed. First one spurt, then a second, a third, and in the glory of my poz orgasm, I lost track of how many spurts, how much seed I had injected into my boy's unprotected hole. With each thrust into his hole, I felt him clench around my tool, holding me in and milking out every drop of my fluids. I hoped that I had given him enough sperm, enough virus to gift him with what he had begged me for: my Human Immunodeficiency Virus. My HIV. Even as my orgasm subsided, he was still gasping for air. I realized that I didn't remember his name. I'm sure he had told me when I first walked in, and I knew it was something completely generic and forgettable: Ken or Brian or something like that. It didn't matter. I would never speak to him again, and it was unlikely he'd ever let me run into him at a bar. I pulled out, and wiped off my cock on his ass. "Get what you needed, boy?" I asked him. It was just a formality, something to say as I put my pistol back in my underwear and pulled up my pants "Yes, Sir," he said. He made no effort to stand up. I realized that he had cum as well. He was too embarrassed to show me his little pool of semen, cooling off on the desk. I slapped his firm ass, and finished buttoning up my pants. "Take care. You should probably get tested, soon, you know. Give me a call if you need another load." I scribbled a number down on a scrap of paper on the desk. I doubted he would ever have the courage to call the number, but if he did, he'd discover I had given him the anonymous HIV testing clinic. His own number. "Before you go," he said, little more than a whisper. "What's your name? I want to remember you. I need to remember you" "You can remember me as Johnny Deathseed."

It’s the most complete way for a gay man to own his sexuality and be proud of it.

(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.

I heard a knock at the door. "Come on in", I shouted, trying not to kill the mood. My fantasy was to be pumped full of cock and used. I was possessed by something that was using my body as a receptacle for drugs and cock. THIS GUY. jet black hair, pale and muscular. Sat down beside my head ( I was ass up and face down on the ottoman with my head on the couch), pulled out his cock and it was HUGE. At least 6" soft and THICK. I grabbed it with one hand, it was heavy. I could feel the mass and girth of it in my hand, took a long hit of poppers and started to suck on it. First concentrating in the head. Licking and sucking it using my lips to suck the tip . He had one hand on my head and another grabbing for a backpack. He was doing something out of my line of sight and I couldn't have cared less. I was sucking his now throbbing, massive cock with laser focus. Then he asked if I wanted a booty bump. I read about this. It was supposed to make you an absolute whore. "No, but im down for anything ", I replied. Arching my back more and sliding my jock-clad, now cum-filled ass up in the air. "Get ready then", I heard him demand. He got up and stood behind me I felt his cold finger against my hole. "Are my hands cold?", he asked. " Ya, but Go on", I said. He slid his finger in my ass and slowly caressed the walls of my cummy ass. Then I felt two fingers, then 3. That was enough for now. I reached back to push his hand away before trying to fit #4. It was early in the night and I didnt want to risk injury. I had BIG plans tonight. Then he slid something else in my hole. It wasn't a dildo or plug. 'This is the syringe', I thought. Then I felt him get it into position. He was ready to inject my hole with something and I didnt care what. "you might feel like you need to push it out, but hold it in". There wasn't much liquid, so I didnt have a problem holding it in, but I felt a little burning. Then almost 5 min later It hit. I could control myself. I felt muscles in my ass contracting that almost made me cum. I needed to feel a cock inside me. He knew it. He wanted me JUST LIKE THIS. He fucked me deeper than Ive ever been fucked and I knew that every thrust should have been almost agonizing, but it felt fucking amazing. I felt every vein in that 10"+ cock. Then he started to REALLY pound me deep. Grabbing onto my hips to pull me onto his cock as deep as he could. "you ready, Slut?", he asked? Before I could say yes, he was exploding in my ass. I could feel his thick cock stretching me more as it throbbed. As his cum shot into my ass. He kept thrusting, mixing up the now 2 loads inside me. He pulled out and I sucked him clean. He put his things together, got dressed and left. I never saw him again, It was time for me to leave and get a room. That was always the plan. How did I get sidetracked? Where am I? Who am I? I started looking at hotels in a nearby city with a dense population...

I think you like it because it is a fucking hot experience for anyone. I loved getting fucked in the baths in my younger days. I love group sex now and wish I could get more of it. Finding someone you trust and wants to share you with others is incredible - enjoy it and seek it out! Memories for later in life. I'm glad I slutted when I was younger and had the opportunities.

While I have had a lot of gay incest experience, and have had great sexual experiences with the men in my family, I am first to say it’s not for everyone. It worked for us. We had a more male environment, as the parents were divorced and fucking hated her for leaving dad, so I was fucking all over the man, making sure he didn’t go without. I used to love going to the grocery store with dad. He had these thick, Italian, hairy legs, wearing shorts, no underwear, so could see his thick hog. Women would fucking throw themselves at the man, but we’d get home and he’d be banging the fuck out me. Never had to come out either, as I am sure he realized I was gay when I always begging for him not to stop while he was fucking me.

I savor each shot into my mouth, then relish each shot as I swallow. Sure, sometimes I collected for a nice big gulp or for a snowball. But I want to make sure that every drop is appreciated and nothing wasted.

That cock should spread toxic DNA 😈

I agree that cruising in parks and nightclubs is as thrilling as the total anonymity provided by a gloryhole. All you see is the cock, and I love that. Decades ago when I was in my 30's discovered a bathroom with three of the four stalls connected by gloryholes. The 4th one at the end was the most private and it had the largest hole between 4&3. This bathroom was in the same building as the university Pub which on Friday and Saturday nights was busy with drunken horny young men. I would usually show up and park myself in the 4th stall sitting comfortably on a stool that I would bring with me and position right in front the hole. And wait. I sucked and swallowed a lot of young cock's cum, some of which would cum almost immediately. Cruising is a lot of fun as a teenager, or when you are in your 20's or 30's, but as one gets older cruising is not as much fun as it was when you are young and in great shape. Up to my 40's it was easy to hook up at a park or a sauna, but I still liked gloryholes so I've had a gloryhole in my last two places. I had my first private gloryhole in the mid 90's, the first one in the city, so I would get a lot of traffic. At my last place I had the gloryhole since I moved in. I started getting bred by anonymous cock and would suck just to get them hard, so my gloryhole became popular. But now I'm closing my gloryhole, after 26 years.

I agree with @phillygwm, when I blow my load deep in my husband’s asshole, I am marking my territory, my man, what belongs to me. I love that my husband keeps my seed in him as long as he can. He cherishes that gift. I love when plays with my cum in his ass. Semen is not to be wasted, it belongs in a hole or down a throat, not pushed out!

Can't really call yourself a cum dump until you've had a massive cum fart stain your pants in a public place. It always bones me up even if I think I'm totally spent.

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.

I don’t know why it is, but honestly I don’t care. I love watching others having sex and love to be watched. I was already shared many times. My two favourite were once when a guy fucked me in a cruising bar and 4-5 other guys were standing around me jerking their dicks. The fucker turned me around to suck the guys around us. And at a one point he turned me totally back, started to fuck my throat and invited the guys to fuck me. The other favourite was when my boyfriend shared my hole in the Lab Berlin during a ff night. I also excited to share. My boyfriend is eagerly waiting to be fucked, and I encourage him to collect as much jizz as possible and finally fuck out the jizz of him or just eat it out of his hole.

Your first name (or a name you'll respond to): Markus /Allinone Your cell number (for texts and voice calls): +49 176 2424 8111 A location (be at least as specific as a zip code): Germany, NRW, D-40470 Düsseldorf Times you're generally not available: Evening 8pm Age: 64 Height: 178 cm Weight: 80 kg Ethnicity: caucasian It would help a lot if you attach a picture, but that's optional.