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I awoke the next morning with Fred’s stiff naked cock pushing at my hole. I barked as I scrambled away; "What the fuck man! What do you think you are doing?" I was pissed and frightened, I'd slept restlessly and had numerous nightmares about getting sick. "Cool off bud. I'm just continuing the fun from last night." He didn't have a hint of regret or concern in his voice. "You fucking bastered! First you silenced me and lied that I take cock raw. Then you bred me with your toxic cum. What the fuck is wrong with you?" Fred now had a hint of irritation; "What’s wrong with me? What's wrong with you? You had plenty of chances to stop things and you didn't. You knew the bar tender was poz and toxic and you told him to 'knock you up ', so why are you angry with me?" He had a point. Actually a number of points. "I'm just very frightened, I don’t want to get sick." I wined. "You've got 72 hours from last night to get PeP. Relax ass hole." His tone teased. "Fuck, I don’t know where to go for that here. We better go right after breakfast. " I knew I was being irrational. His voice was firm; "We'll go tomorrow!" It was settled. You know how we all have a friend that attracts every mosquito for miles. I became that guy that day, only instead of mosquitoes I couldn’t stop attacking cock, raw cock. It started at breakfast. Our cute young Mexican waiter was extra flirty. When I came out of the bathroom he was waiting and planted a kiss on my lips. In one motion he pushed me back into the single stall, pulled the door closed, spun me around, dropped my commando shorts, bent me over the toilet and buried his raw cock in my hole. He knew he was on the clock so this was the quickest of pump and dumps. I had no intention of telling Fred but I didn't have to. As I returned to the table he said, "Now aren't you glad you're waiting 'til tomorrow for PEP?" I blushed. Back at my room I stripped, lay my back on the bed, lifted my ankles and presented Fred my lubricated ass. He gave me a fantastic fuck and just as he finished breeding me the maid knocked. We quickly gathered our things and headed to the swimming end of the beach for a salt water rinse and cool down and to soak in some sun on our naked bodies. A handsome gay couple in their thirties lay nearby. Fred kept telling me one of them was ogling me. I just tried to ignore Fred and the young guy. After a bit I noticed the same guy scribble a note before he got up and walked right by Fred and I. He dropped the note in front of my face. "Wait 1 minute. Then follow me to the hotel pool." the note read. He waited at the path up the embankment away from the beach long enough to be sure I saw where he was headed. I was going to ignore the note but Fred was having no part of that. As much to silence Fred as anything I headed off. When I got to the hotel pool the guy was leaning on the bathroom door. He followed me in and pushed me into a shower stall before he spoke. "We've got to be quick, that's my husband on the beach. I saw your performance at the bar last night. Ever since you arrived this morning I've been waiting for the right opportunity to fuck you. Hubby and I always play safe with a third. He'd kill me but I need my raw cock in your ass." I didn't argue. Heart racing I just leaned against the wall and reveled at what a cum slut I’d become in one evening. He took a little longer than the waiter, but not much. It wasn't even 11 a.m. and I returned to Fred and my towel with three loads in my ass. My plan was to keep silent but the twinkle in Fred’s eyes told me I had no secrets. Fred jumped at the invitation from the gay couple for us to join them for lunch. I've never felt so awkward in my life knowing I was hosting a load from the one partner in my gut. The cheated on partner decided to invite us back to their room for a foursome. Fred and my last breeder jumped at the chance. I decided since it would be safe play that I could manage. Daisy wheel sucking ensued and everyone seemed to be getting on famously. Fred decided to tell the couple that I love to get fucked. The cheated on husband retrieved condoms and lube. His partner suited up and aimed for my hole. Fred distracted the cheated on husband. I felt my hole being breached, but was sure there was no rubber. I looked back and the removed sheath was stuffed into my mouth. Fred kept the cheated partner busy as his partner raw fucked and dumped a second load into me. Fred was next to fuck me and also managed to stealth breed me with the cheating partner distracting his husband. Finally the desieved partners sheathed cock was ravaging my hole. I'd been fucked lots of times with protection but hadn't been able to compare it with skin on skin fucks. This was so uncomfortable compared to earlier this day and my first bb fucks of the night before. I was just about ready to beg he take it off when the feeling changed. The condom had broken, but I didn't say anything. This top also painted my guts and was mortified that he hadn't noticed the broken condom. It was only as Fred and I walked away from their place that Fred told me he had managed to switch their lube out for his Vaseline. Further, while I was receiving my third stealth load of the afternoon Fred was knocking up the cheating partner who hadn't asked any questions when he saw a chance to mount Fred’s raw cock without detection from his occupied hubby.

Jake's life as a pass around party bottom was a whirlwind of depraved, kink-filled adventures. He thrived on the attention and the raw, uninhibited sex that came with being the center of the action at various underground parties and private gatherings. His reputation grew in the pig and [banned word] communities, making him a highly sought-after hole among those who craved extreme sexual experiences. His main dealer, a towering man named Tyrone, but better known as “Big Smoke” to those on the street, was a dominant pig who knew exactly how to cater to Jake's insatiable desires and make a fuck ton of money in the process. Tyrone, a hulking mass of roided out muscle with a thick beard and a mohawk, stood tall at 6'5" and had an intimidating presence that only added to his allure. His black skin was adorned with wild tattoos, telling a story of his life in ink, and a thick septum piercing that gave off the perfect pig energy. His unyielding gaze could make even the most seasoned pig quiver with anticipation. His cock, a monstrous and thick uncut beast at 14” with Prince Albert piercing, was always at the ready. Even before his strong dose of trimix he was the stuff of legend. Tyrone was into the nastiest kinks imaginable, and he loved exploring all of them with Jake, who was always eager to please. Tyrone in all his glory… Overall, Tyrone was a solid dealer and well known in both PNP and pig groups. He always had top notch product and was very reliable. Despite his tough, menacing exterior, he was always friendly and very trustworthy. His jacked muscles, sagging pants, and Jordans made him look like any other dealer and that was the Tyrone that most everybody knew. But to a select few—Jake included—Tyrone was so much worse behind closed doors. The weekend invitations from Tyrone were never subtle. He would send Jake a simple text message with an address and a time, often accompanied by a crude photo of Tyrone’s hard cock pressing against a nasty jockstrap. Jake knew what was expected of him when he received these texts: show up, get slammed, and get wrecked. And that's exactly what he did. Jake was always available for Tyrone, so when he got the text he knew what to do. Jake's heart raced as he approached the location—one of Tyrone's buddy’s apartment, a place he had been to several times before. He was feeling the familiar excitement and anticipation of a weekend of complete submission. He had been with Tyrone countless times before, but each visit was a fresh thrill that never failed to get his blood pumping. He knocked on the door, his body exited as he waited. The door swung open, and there stood one of Tyrone's piggy friends, a massive black man named Jamal. He was a massive man, with thick, bulging muscles that threatened to tear through his tight white tank top and a thick beard that framed a sinister smile. His bald head gleamed with sweat, and his eyes were dark with desire as they roamed over Jake's body. He was wearing only a ratty, old jockstrap that barely contained his substantial package, the fabric stained with a mix of sweat and precum. The scent of musk and male arousal filled the air, making Jake's cock and hole twitched in his shorts. Behind Jamal, Jake could see the apartment, a cesspool of depravity that was the setting for their weekend-long orgy. The walls were covered in posters of muscular men fucking, fisting, and extreme bondage. The floor was sticky with the remnants of past parties. The air was thick with the smell of meth, piss, and sweat—a heady cocktail that made Jake's knees wobble. Tyrone emerged from the smoke-filled room, his own muscular body covered in a patchwork of ink, his cock straining the torn fabric of his jockstrap. He had a sadistic glint in his eye that Jake found utterly irresistible. He called Jake inside with a grin, showing off his own jockstrap, which was even more disgusting than Jamal's. As Jake stepped into the room, the door closed behind him with a finality that made his stomach flutter. Tyrone grabbed him by the neck and shoved him down to the floor, tearing off his shorts and tank top with a feral growl. Jake's eyes went wide as he saw the three other men that had gathered—each one larger, dirtier, and more intimidating than the last. First, there was DeShawn, a beefy bear of a man with a thick beard and a gut that hung over his jock. His cock was already hard and leaking as he watched the scene unfold. Then there was Marcus, a lean, mean-looking stud with a shaved head and piercings all over his body. His eyes were wild and hungry, and his jock was stained with what looked like a week's worth of sweat. Lastly, there was Marvin, who was the shortest of the group but made up for it with his sheer bulk. His chest was a carpet of hair, and his cock was the largest Jake had seen in a long time, even semi-soft. Tyrone tossed Jake his own jockstrap and a pair of used socks. "Get into these, pig," he barked, his voice thick with lust. Jake eagerly complied, sliding the socks onto his feet and pulling the jock up over his hips. The fabric was wet and sticky, but the smell of Tyrone's sweat and cum only served to make him hornier. As soon as Jake was dressed in the filthy attire, Tyrone's friends descended upon him. They pushed him onto the mattress, which squelched under his weight. Tyrone had his friends prep the slams they would soon share, while he switched out his septum and Prince Albert piercings, both thick and well worn. He frequently swapped them, loving the smells deep in his nose. The friends took turns admining their slams, finishing with Jake as the rush hit each one of them. With the excitement hitting all the men, they started filling Jake’s tight ass with their thick, raw dicks, passing their pipes and bongs as they went. The high was intense, a rush of euphoria that mixed with the pain and pleasure of their rough treatment. Once the drugs were really hitting, the men's last inhibitions disappeared. They began to groan and grunt, their movements becoming more and more aggressive. They spit on Jake's face and in his mouth, using him as their personal cumdumpster. They slapped his ass, pinched his pierced nipples, and pulled his hair, making him squeal with every thrust. Jake's body was a canvas for their kinks. They marked him with bruises and bitemarks, leaving no part of him untouched. His skin was slick with their sweat and spit, and the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room. The stench of piss grew stronger as the men relieved themselves on Jake, their streams mixing with the sweat and cum already coating his body. The four of them took turns using Jake, switching between his tight hole and eager mouth. They laughed and jeered as they fucked him, treating him like the dirty whore he craved to be. Every inch of him was claimed by their raw, uncut cocks, and he felt like he was going to burst with their cum. But they were just the beginning. The guests at Tyrone's weekend parties were a veritable smorgasbord of piggy depravity. They were a motley crew of men drawn from various walks of life, united by their insatiable appetites for the darker shades of carnality and their deep pockets that could afford Tyrone's top-shelf drugs and exclusive entertainment. The parties were a clandestine affair, a secret club where the rules of society were tossed out the window and the basest instincts of mankind were celebrated. Among these guests were the "Brewers," a trio of bearish, burly men with thick beards and equally thick cocks. They were known for their home-brewed poppers, which they eagerly shared with anyone who would partake, turning even the most vanilla of experiences into a mind-bending, hole-wrecking adventure. The Brewers were always dressed in leather and nothing else, their hairy bellies and cocks on full display as they moved from room to room, filling and refilling bottles of their potent concoctions for the eager pigs. Then there were the "Meat Injectors," a group of five or six muscular, tattooed gym rats who were obsessed with fisting and inflation. They'd arrive in their tank tops and jockstraps, each one with a medical kit full of syringes, lubes, and various-sized dildos. They were the masters of stretching limits, pushing Jake's body to the brink with their skilled hands and toys, making him feel like a human balloon animal. Their sessions were a mix of pain and pleasure, with Jake's cries echoing through the house as they competed to see who could make him the fullest. Another regular was "The Maestro," a refined, yet sadistic, older gentleman with a penchant for sounding. He'd bring an array of gleaming steel rods and plugs, and would conduct the evening's debauchery with a stern, yet artistic flair. His gentle touch belied the painful ecstasy he inflicted, as he meticulously worked his ever larger instruments into the willing piggies, turning their screams into symphonies of suffering and desire. And let's not forget the "Breeders," a pack of hung, hairy, and hyper-masculine daddies with a penchant for breeding load after load into any hole. They'd circle Jake like hungry wolves, each one eager to leave their mark deep inside his guts. Their sessions were raw, unbridled, and messy, with Jake's ass serving as the canvas for their fertile desires. Tyrone's parties were a playground of depravity, where no kink was too extreme and no limit too sacred. The air was always thick with the smell of sex, sweat, and poppers. The sounds of grunts, slaps, and wet flesh colliding filled the space as the pigs reveled in their hedonistic pursuits. The guys were into everything you could imagine, pushing each other and Jake to the edge of human experience. These were nights that Jake would never forget, even if he sometimes wished he could. The intense highs of the drugs and the relentless pounding of cocks, fists, feet, and toys inside him melded into a delirious haze of pleasure and pain. Jake was passed around from one man to the next, his body absolutely wrecked. After a weekend of being double fisted, pissed on, and used in every conceivable way he was a smiling mess. But through it all, he reveled in the feeling of being completely and utterly used, a mere receptacle for their lust. He was stretched beyond belief, his ass feeling like it might split in two at any moment, but he never once complained. This was what he lived for, the ultimate expression of his submissive nature. And as the sun rose the next Monday morning, the party would finally come to an end, leaving Jake a trembling, used mess, covered in a concoction of cum, sweat, and human filth, but always eager for the next weekend's invite.

I went live on Sniffies around six. Posted a clean pic—face out, just my ass bent forward, pink and relaxed, open and waiting. Caption said what I needed: “Collecting loads. Don’t ask. Just show up.” I wanted to feel it stretch. I wanted to hold more than I could keep. The first guy messaged fast. 29, Dominican, working nearby. Said he needed to dump before going home. His cock was out as he walked in—nine and a half inches, thick, hard, cut, with that heavy, quiet intensity that makes you brace before it’s even inside. He didn’t speak. Just stepped behind me, rubbed the head over my hole, spit, and pushed in. That stretch hit deep and fast—my body trying to keep up. He grunted and started fucking. No mercy. “Been holding this since lunch,” he said, pounding with full weight. “I’m not leaving with it.” His load came hard. Full-body grip. Deep pulses. I felt it coat me inside, then settle. I stayed still. Plugged nothing. I didn’t want to close. I wanted to stack. Second guy hit me on BBRT. Older. Said he was close. “Still leaking?” he asked. “I want to feel that.” I told him to come. He arrived, stripped, lined up, and slid in. His cock curved left, thick through the middle. The warmth of the first load let him in easy—but I clenched. I wanted to keep it. “Goddamn,” he said. “I can feel him in there.” He started to grind. Slow. Deliberate. Every stroke stirred the first load but nothing spilled yet. I was full—but still sealing it. He pressed in deep and came with a groan. His load was heavier. I felt it coat the first. No leaking—just weight. I held. Barely. The third knocked just as I was catching my breath. Pale, redhead, uncut cock already hard. Said nothing when he came in. Just saw me on the bed, still open, and got between my legs. He slid in slow, his cock stirring the two loads already inside me. “You’re so full,” he whispered. “Let me be the one who breaks you.” He started to fuck deep. My body shook. I was holding it. Every thrust made the pressure climb. My breath got short. He kissed my neck. “Let it go.” And then I did... The moment he started to come, I felt it spill. His cock pumped inside me and I couldn’t hold anything back—heat slid down my balls, wet across my inner thighs. I moaned. My hole still tried to clench, but the volume broke through. All of it. Stacked loads, now flooding out in waves. He stayed deep, twitching as his cum joined the rest. When he pulled out, I rolled to my side. My cunt was still pulsing. My thighs slick. I could feel it all still moving inside me.

I sat on the sofa and took the blonde’s dick down my throat as uncle positioned himself behind the young stud. As I gorged myself on the tan muscle boy cock my uncle began to move his giant dick-stained meat up and down the young stud’s crack and then slowly worked it into his spit lubed hole. My uncle pushed the jock’s head down while pulling his ass closer in and deeper down his shaft. As he did, I stood up, and the power-fuck began. As he squirmed in delight, with the man cock in his hole, the stud continued to suck my cock. This spit-roast continued unabated until sweaty hot, it was time for another shot of whiskey and poppers. I pulled from his mouth and stumbled into the kitchen to down some whiskey and snort more poppers. Now flying, returning I noticed the wrestler now sitting on the sofa. His lustful glance insisted that I was now to be the pig. I bent over and again began to suck that wrestler cock which was now dripping warm precum, my tongue lapping up every salty drip. As I did I felt against my hole the lubed shaft of raw meat. I slowly swallowed the blonde stud cock and allowed my hole to open wide. Though the initial pain caused me to gasp, I loosened to receive balls deep that monster man cock I had lusted for. My stud uncle grabbed my hips and began to work my hole, first slowly, rocking side to side and back and forth, and then furiously. He knew exactly how to pile drive without letting you cum. The sound of his balls slapping against my ass rang in my ears. First clearly, then after my hole loosened up, the sound of a sloppy fuck. Needing to recharge, as my uncle pulled out of my hole, the blonde stud pulled out of my throat and they exited for the kitchen, whiskey and poppers.

My Buddies and me often group fuck my Boy, Drew. There’s 7 of us and we all take turns shooting our loads up Drew’s arse. The last time we fucked him his hole was covered with sperm after the third load, by the 6th load our sperm was leaking out over his balls and down his legs. I went in last. When I shoved my cock up his hole a massive load of our mixed sperm poured out of him all over my balls. I fukkin loved the feeling - hot and wet as I pumped my load into him.

I was about 5 years old and My real father and I were at his club and I was swimming in the pool. We went into the locker room to dry off and change and there was a red headed man with a huge cock walking around by us. My Dad saw me watching him and just said….”that’s big isn’t it?” I could not take my eyes off it. I was mesmerized. It was pretty cool that he didn’t shame me for looking.

Part 12 I wash myself all clean, especially my ass and hole. I clean my insides to get all the cum and piss out of me, as far as I can, knowing that there will always be a part that stays behind. But somehow , even knowing this, makes me a bit horny again. After a while, I dry myself and walk to the lockers. Wait up... this is not the same room as before. These are not the lockers I put my clothes in. I open one, and I see another jockstrap in it, though this one is clean. It has a word on it. Breed….. What the hell? Oh and there is more. I see a chastity cage. What do I need that for? And how do I need to wear that? I put it on, though I keep thinking this should be wrong. They probably made a mistake. I did not win the game, so the help might have brought me to the wrong room. I'll walk to the door to see if there is someone who can escort me to my own locker room and back outside. The door is locked. Now what, I think to myself? I knock on the door, but no one responds. I take a seat in a chair that's standing in the room. I guess they will notice it in a short time; they can track me by the smartwatch . After five minutes, the door opens, and the host from the game walks in. I'm sorry you had to wait, he tells me. I stand up, and just as I want to ask him to escort me to my own locker room and outside, he starts to talk again. You are here because you won the special prize at the first game. This is a sort of joker, and you placed yourself for this prize. Not only that, you have to choose the prize for the other winners too. Walk with me, please. I am a bit in disbelief. I still won? What did I win then? How? Who are the others? Quickly, I start to follow the host while he walks to one of the other rooms. There is a big screen on it, showing a lot of men. All the photos are taken from above their belts, and all have the same red shirts on. The host starts to talk again. You have to choose four men from this screen. You can scroll down to see more of them. I won't tell you the clue for now, but be sure you make a well-considered choice. i walk to the screen. damm, there are some hot guys. i scroll true the list on the screen. some are cute, sweet, looking friendly, rough, young, old and so on. what choise do i need to make and for what? do i need fit guys, young guys or expierienced guys that know more for mind games or so? ok i think to myself. lets pick 4 guys from diffrent cultures and ages. letssee. here... a white guy around 40 years old, short/bald shaved head. He seems fit and muscular . Hmmm . Oh, this guy is a ginger. He looks young, around 23 if I have to guess. And then a daddy , around his 60s? He looks nice, bald, with a beard and a bit of a belly. Who knows what type is needed ? Then my eye catches a 40-something guy. Bald , huge chest and arms, looks pretty rough and damn hot. I'll take him too. So I clicked on four guys on the screen. The screen shows: selection done. What did I just choose and for what? The host smiles at me. Thanks for your choice. A helper walks in and brings me a cocktail. We have to wait for a while until the games are all done and the winners are ready. "Who has won?" I ask. "Was it Kayode?" "I can't tell yet," the host tells me. "But you will soon find out. Try to relax a bit. " The host asks the helper to give me a massage for the time being and walks out of the room. So the helper does as asked. I walk over to a table, lie down on it, and the helper starts massaging me. He especially takes care of my legs, feet, and back . He has strong hands, and it feels like it's just what I need. I almost fall asleep when I hear the door open again and the host walks back in. Almost 30 minutes have passed. "It is time," the host tells me. "The winners are known , they are ready, and the rooms are cleaned. Please come with me to join the winners." I get off the bed, thank the helper, and quickly walk behind the host. "Each building has one winner," he tells me. "Still remember, we had three buildings with each three big rooms. So now there are three winners and you, the fourth . The host leads me to the door of one of the larger rooms, and we walk in. It is dark, but some lights are following us-just me and the host. He stops and orders me to get to his left side. I wait, staring into the darkness. "Who are the winners?" Then one light goes on. It's a Latin boy with tattoos on his chest and curly hair. "This is José," the host calls out loud . He is from Venezuela , 26 years old, and came to the hotel together with his lover, Carlos. José won the roulette game in building 1 . The second spot goes on. A feeling of joy gets through my body. He did it. He won, I think to myself. The host starts to talk again. "This is the winner of building 2: Kayode. He is from Africa and 21 years old. Fun fact: his name means 'bringing joy.' Well, I can say this: the boy did bring joy. Then the third spot goes on. A long, small guy with long hair and tattoos over his arm, chest, and leg appears. "This is Finn. He is from the USA, 23 years old, loves to skate, and, of course , cruises the skating park in the evenings . He is the winner of building 3. "And then we have you, Jake ..." the host calls my name now. "The winner of roulette game 1. So this makes you the fourth winner, a winner of the special prize . More spots go on now, and I can see a big group of guys standing at the wall of the big round room. They are all around us, and we are standing in the center of the room. Again all the guys are wearing red shirts. In the middle, there are four black leather benches. Some faces look familiar. I have seen them before, but where ? The host starts to talk again. You guys won this first roulette game in the hotel. You can definitely see the young, willing, and eager one took their prize to stand here before all of us. To show you respect and your willingness, we have the following prize for you . Another fuck , but a fuck with no time limit, no challenge , no nothing. Just a fuck for the winners, where you guys fuck next to each other , in whatever position or whatever you like. There are just a few rules . The crowd standing here watches but is not allowed to fuck your asses; like all in the hotel, it is bare only; their shirts stay on. There is another thing... Jake won the special prize, so he picked four guys from this crowd. They will play with you guys. Jake did not know yet the reason he had to pick out guys, and he has not seen them in real life yet in the game. And Jake….. you have to couple them to each winner. Here they are, our four tops. The crowd starts to clap, and four guys walk up. It's the daddy type , the ginger, the short shaved older one, and the last guy I picked, a muscular older short shaved guy. He is really huge... I guess he lives in the gym? That goes through my mind. Now Jake, you can match all the guys together. Think before you match. You have a big responsibility, matching guys for a play, with big consequences. I'm not sure what the host means with this. But, who should I match? Who likes who? I'm observing the tops and the bottom guys. We all wear a jockstrap whit the word; breed. At least the winners/bttms do. The tops all wear a red shirt covering there chest and wearing shorts or underwear. I’m trying to see some sort of flirting, winking, or whatever, but nothing. They are all checking each other out, but there's no sign that someone is more interested in someone. Fuck... Well, I might then start to match myself first. That's the easiest part. Let me think... I guess ... I guess ... I'll take that big muscular guy. I think he will fuck like a beast, and guys like him will probably never have any interest in me outside this hotel. OK, I know, I point to the big muscular 40-something guy with the short shaved head. I match him with me. Good choice, the host calls to me. That's settled then. Now tell me the other matches you made. I start to think again. Let's start with Kayode, my friend. The old daddy, nah... that leaves me with the young ginger guy and the 40-year-old bald guy. If I think about the reaction and face Kayode gave at the first round, I guess he likes a bit older instead of his own age. Let's do that. I point to the bald shaven guy; I'll match him with Kayode. I can see Kayode smile and nod to me. I guess I made a good match for him after all. Now it's just José and Finn . Well , Finn cruises, so I guess he doesn't care who he is with , as long as he gets cock. And José , I don't know at all. Whatever, I guess... Finn with the daddy and José with the ginger guy, I call out. Perfect, Jake, then all matches; a help will guide you to one of the black leather benches . The Latin boy José is the first one with his ginger top to be guided to the bench . The host intervenes and calls out, let his boyfriend gets closer so he can watch and smell it all up close. His name is Carlos; he has dark, curly hair, a hot brown tan , and an orange jockstrap on. He walks up to José and the ginger top. José and the ginger are sitting down on the bench and start to kiss, while Carlos sits with them and watches . He can't stop them; he can't do anything but just watch. Now it's Kayode's turn; the top smacks his hand on Kayode's ass and kisses him when they start to walk. Kayode turns around and jumps into his arms, his legs wrapping around his hips. The top walks with him, carrying him like this to the bench and lays Kayode down. I was hoping to get you, Kayode tells him, just loud enough for me to hear. Then it's Finn with the daddy. Indeed, Finn looks like he doesn't care and grabs daddy by the crotch, pulling him to one of the benches. Now I am up; the help leads me to one of the middle benches, so I am between other bottoms . On my left, Kayode, and on my right, the couple. The big muscular daddy is grabbing my shoulders and starts to massage me. He's strong. Very strong. If he wants to, he can control me in all ways thinkable . He starts to kiss my neck while he is sitting behind me. I can feel the stubble of his beard tickle me. It feels nice. His hands are discovering my body over my chest; my nipples-he even plays a bit with them-before his hands go lower. Over my belly and to my jockstrap. One hand is trying to feel my ass, and the other is grabbing my bulge. Damn, he feels sensual. His hand goes under the jockstrap, and he starts to feel my cock and balls. He can't really move his hands all the way around my balls because the jockstrap is too tight . So he gets his hand out, grabs the jockstrap, and then pulls real hard. The jockstrap breaks... I see him smile a bit while he is still kissing my neck. He grabs the jockstrap and throws it away. Here I am, all naked and a lot of guys watching me being naked and getting foreplay from this guy. He grabs my balls and cock and starts to play with them. I'm checking next to me. I see Kayode giving a blowjob to his match. José is sitting on the lap of his ginger, kissing, and one finger in his hole. His boyfriend Carlos is watching the ginger's fingers up in his boyfriend's hole. And the daddy is already rimming his long-haired match, Finn. I can feel my top pressing his fingers against my hole while he is masturbating me. My hole is still a bit loose from the role-play game, so he doesn't have to press hard before I can feel his finger slowly getting in me. Mmmm . It feels so damn good. My body just loves this: the feeling of someone in me. I moan softly in the ear of the top while he is still kissing my neck. Behind me, he is pulling his own underwear off. My top is naked, sitting behind me, only with his red tight shirt on. My cock is getting hard again, and I can clearly feel he is too. I grab his cock and balls and start to play with them. I let his balls run through my fingers; they are big and full. The top gets back to my ears and starts to lick them sensually while I keep stroking him and playing with his big balls. "All that's in there is for you," he whispers in my ear . Damn . I can hardly hold his balls in one hand, so there has to be a lot of cum in them. Mmmm . Slowly, he lets me lay down on the black leather bench. It feels a bit cold but soft. It's a way better feeling in my back than the spinning wheel earlier . His cock and balls appear at my face when I lay down on my back, and I grab them with my mouth. I nibble on them and slowly suck his balls into my mouth, my tongue playing with them. He is shaved smoothly . Then I let his balls loose and start to kiss his cock. He's half hard, cut. My mind races: let's get him hard, let's see how big it gets. So I start to suck his cock now, softly and gently . His cock tastes clean. I feel his warm cock in my mouth, getting harder and harder as I keep sucking it. Then I try to deep throat it. It is big, though , so I start to gag a bit. But I keep trying... and just after a few tries, I got it. His cock is deep in my throat . His balls slowly slap against my forehead and nose while he pushes in and out. My mouth and throat are his to use. I am his to use; that's what I am, that's what I love now. Then I feel a mouth around my cock too. My cock is being licked, played with, and before I know it, it's getting sucked. What's this? This is new for me? I try to check it out, but because I'm sucking my top, I can't really look down. The top notices it, and I hear him tell me, "I wanted a piece of that slutty boy cock too, so enjoy. " Fuck . Damn . This feels so good. So the top is sucking me too. Here I am, lying down in position 69, with other guys watching. Fuck , I like this. I suck my top as well as I can, and I feel him thrusting in my throat . I'm doing the same to him. I can feel his spit dropping down over my balls. He's really making me wet . And I? My own spit is dropping down his shaft and my cheeks . After some 10 minutes, he gets off me. Both our cocks are hard and shiny from spit. Damn, he is huge. Damn , his muscular body looks so intense with his hard cock hanging right under it. He walks around me and stops at my ass. He grabs my legs and in one pull, pulls me to him until my ass is at the edge of the bench. He puts my legs on his shoulders . I guess he will fuck me rough now, goes through my mind. I grab the bench and start to prepare myself for a hard and painful thrust that opens me up. But instead, the top kneels down. What ? Where is he going? My legs push over his shoulders and then he bends forward, his face burying in my ass. He pushes my ass apart and really dives his face in. I can feel his mouth against my sphincter, and he starts to kiss it and blow against it. I shiver. Damn, this is hot and feels good. His tongue now starts to lick me and push against my hole. He...he...is eating me. The top licks my hole wet and pushes his tongue in me, and I can only moan loud . This feels fantastic... In the corners of my eyes, I can see all the guys watching, eye-fucking me. I can see the other bottoms . They seem to enjoy themselves too. I can clearly see that Finn's hole is really wet and slimy from the spit of Daddy . He is getting mouth-fucked now. Threads of spit and slime are running down his chin. Daddy gets his cock out now and pushes Finn on his back. He takes his legs and spreads them like breaking a twin popsicle . Holding them wide and positioning his cock against his wet hole . I can hear Finn clearly scream , "Break my hole, fuck me bare, use me. " I see Daddy just thrust real hard into him. Finn can only yell and moan loudly . Some guys start to applaud . When I watch José , I can see him climb on top of the ginger boy. Damn, I think that ginger looks good. He has a really big cock-bigger than I thought he would be. He really looks fit in that tight red shirt. José is trying to position the ginger's cock against his hole, but he is a bit in trouble. His boyfriend Carlos then takes the ginger's cock in his hands. Is he now helping his boyfriend to get fucked? He is... I clearly see him positioning the ginger's cock against the sphincter of his boyfriend José. They even look at each other and wink... then José lets himself drop down on the bare hard cock of the ginger while he lets out a growl... fuck, that's love... I watch Kayode; he is lying on his back too, just like me. He's getting a rim job as well, and he is clearly loving it, like me. He watches me. We both laugh and stick out each other's arms. We grab hands while both of us are getting eaten. We gaze into each other's eyes. This is the best… Together with a friend, having both our holes eaten and prepped for a good deep fuck. What the hell do you want more? Both our tops interact too. They see us holding hands while they both eat our asses. They grin. My top calls the host. "If these boys are holding hands while both are getting rimmed, can we taste both holes? " The host thinks for a second. "Yeah, sure," he calls out loud . "Only rimming, but you guys are matched, so you both top your own boy. " Both tops laugh and stand up. I get a smack on my ass, and then they switch places. I hold my legs up, and Kayode's top takes position at my hole. He instantly starts to lick me deep. I let out a soft moan. Meanwhile, I can see Kayode getting the same treatment . "Sweet hole," I can hear him say between my ass. "Tastes like a willing boy hole. But I do like that black meat more," he winks at me. I can just see the wink, watching through my open legs. "Fuck , he can lick good." He is mixing his spit and Kayode's ass fluids with mine. He is really tongue-fucking me. I even feel a finger coming up in my hole. "Damn . " The host now intervenes , "Only rimming. Nothing more. I already did you guys a favor. So, get back to your own matches again. " The tops swap back again, and they both start to lick our holes again. My hole feels so wet; I want it to be filled. It looks like my top can read my mind because, at the same time, he starts to finger my hole. He is gentle but goes in deep. He tickles my prostate. The top of Kayode is more rough and already standing near his ass, his cock against Kayode's sphincter. "Here it comes, my slut. My white bare cock will go up your pink hole and fill you right up with everything I have... " With that, I can see him punch his cock deep into Kayode. Kayode screams a bit but grabs his ass to pull him even deeper inside . "Fuck , fuck," I hear him moan. "You ripped me; this hurts. You ripped my hole up so good. Fuck ." I look to him while the top stays deep in him, some tears in Kayode's eyes. I guess the top was so rough he tore up Kayode's already bruised hole. He pulls a bit back, and I can indeed see some red blood spurt from Kayode's ass. But Kayode keeps motivating the top, "Fuck me, use my hole, I'm nothing more than a cum dump," he yells to the top. So the top starts to fuck him. My top sees it and also notices that I'm the only bottom still not getting fucked. He pushes two fingers deep into my hole. My body shakes when he touches my prostate. I feel his fingers deep inside me. He is massaging me, finger-fucking me. "If you want me, beg me," he laughs, pushing his fingers deep in and out of me. "Fuck," I moan. "Hell, I want you... " I want to feel your cock deep inside me, fucking me, breeding me, I moan out loud . I can see my top likes how I beg him, and not only he likes it. I can see others watching me, getting even closer. My top spits at my hole, fucking his spit into me with his fingers, and then stands up. He puts his cock against my sphincter. "Are you sure?" he laughs meanly. "There is no way back when I fuck you; I won't pull out; I will breed you ." "Please ," I whisper to him, "fuck me... " The top starts to build up pressure now, and my hole doesn't need a lot of pressure to let his cock in. I feel him slowly getting into me, inch by inch deeper inside me. I can only moan. I am a fuck toy; I need cocks to fuck me. I'm a sex addict now, I guess... I love how he enters me and keeps shoving it in. His big balls slowly hit my ass while he pushes deep. I grab his ass with my hands, feeling his muscular ass and pulling him even deeper inside me. He is so big and muscular; he is like a dream come true. Slowly he pushes in and out of me. He pushes out just enough to let his cock head in me and then pushes back in . I feel his trust in his ass muscles. I'm loving it . "Fuck," I moan. "Mmm." his cock is so big that I feel it deep in me. Hitting my prostate when he thrusts back in me, deep against my second hole. I feel so filled up. He is starting to thrust faster and faster, and he grabs my hips to keep me in place and to push even deeper. I keep my hands on his ass for the same reason. Though I do love how his ass muscles tense up when he thrusts in me. I'm moaning louder and louder , but I'm not the only one. All the bottoms are moaning now. His balls slapping hard against my ass, and his red shirt is soaked in sweat . I push myself a bit up so I can kiss him deeply while his cock is deep in me. His kiss is warm, wet, and hot. We are both panting face to face while our mouths sometimes find each other . My top is so sensual, soft, sweet, and hot, it's almost does not combine with his looks. But I love it. Never have I had such a muscular guy in me. I can hear Kayode next to me, panting in pain and lust. His body is all sweaty, his ass getting pounded really hard. I guess I made a good choice with this match. On the whole other side, I can hear daddy thrusting hard and deep into Finn. "I'm filling you up, boy," I hear him scream . "My strain will stay in you forever . " "Yes, daddy... yes, daddy.... use your boy, give your boy your load," I hear him. Finn cruises all the time, so he doesn't really care who fucks him, only if he gets bred. I can see that José is still riding his top. but I guess he already has one load up his hole. cum is dripping down on the ginger's shaft and José's hole. But that doesn't mean they're done. he is still riding him. I kiss with my top. Oh, he's so deep in me. I want his load... But I want to take the lead now; I want to ride him, just like José. I push my top with my hands a bit away and ask him to take a seat. He looks a bit puzzled but does as I ask. I put my feet on the black leather bench and lower myself, my ass against his cock and our chests both pushed together . I feel his cock against my sphincter and push down. He's inside me again. Mmmmmm . The place I want him to be. Softly, I ride him while we keep kissing. His hands are on my ass and mine are hanging around his neck and back . With his hands, he helps me push up and down so I can ride him harder. In this position, I can even see the other tops and bottoms better. I watch the face of Kayode. He is really in pain and lust. He is willing to obey and take whatever the top wants. His face and body are so full of sweat, but his lust is the part that dominates all. I can see the top's cock fucking him real hard. It is really wet, slimy with red streaks . "Use me, fuck me, daddy," he screams. This is something I love to get sometimes , pure lust. My top kisses my ear, holding me tight . I feel his muscular, sweaty body against mine while I try to ride him as hard as I can. I see Kayode getting up, bending toward his top, and grabbing his red shirt really tightly at the back. I want to know... I want to know... he moans out loud while watching his top in his eyes. "You fuck me hard, you breed me, I'm your bitch boy, but I want to know... " I see him tighten his grip on the red shirt, and then he tears it into two pieces from his back in one pull. The shirt is now hanging loose , the back of the top clearly visible-a white-skinned back. I hear the host calling in the back, "This is not allowed, boy... " But Kayode does not listen; he holds the shirt tightly and lies back down, taking the shirt with him, revealing his top's body. First, some big arms and shoulders. He clearly works out. It's even bigger than I thought when he had his shirt on. Then Kayode pulls further , ripping the shirt off and throwing it behind him. A clearly fit and white smooth body becomes visible, some small hairs around his nipples. A small sign on his side. I'm not sure what it is-a Japanese letter or something ? And a clearly visible tattoo on his chest: a biohazard symbol, just like the one as the sign of the hotel. photo ofKayode and his top I hear Kayode moan hard with joy. "Fuck yeah, daddy. I knew... I knew... fuck daddy, fuck me even harder! Use my hole, use me all you want. I need your load deep in me. Poz me, daddy. Fuck me up." I'm confused. What is this? I heard this before; I've seen these tattoos before... why is Kayode begging him even more? "You broke the rules, boy," I hear the host say. But I can't do anything to hide this anymore. "You bottoms , you can get your top's shirt off too if you want to know... but boy... there will be consequences for your act." I'm full of confusion; I watch Kayode, his top, my top, and the other guys. My mind is going into overdrive . I see Finn grabbing his daddy's shirt. He slowly starts to unbutton it; a hairy gray chest is becoming visible. I hear the daddy growl to Finn , "Here it comes, boy, here I come . I'm going to load you. My daddy's seed is going up your boy cunt, and it will stay with you forever." Finn grabs his shirt and pulls; the other buttons just fly off. His big belly gets exposed, a large hairy chest with hairy pink nipples . Just down his chest and over his belly, a big scorpion tattoo. I hear the daddy growl and moan, "This will sting you, boy; you will be daddy's boy forever. You will carry me with you." Finn just starts to laugh and pant . "Fuck yeah, daddy!" he screams . "Breed me ! Sting me with your load! " Then the daddy thrusts deep into Finn and moans hard; his body is shaking. I hear Finn gasp while I hear him softly say, "Fill me up... fill me up... you're breeding me so good... I'm your boy, daddy... I love your cum... your poz cum... " photo, Finn and his top daddy Then I see José ripping the shirt off his ginger top too. His skin is all pale and white; his body is smooth and near perfection. On his chest, there is a big tattooed word: TOXIC. "Fuck yeah," I hear José scream to him. "And you loaded me twice." Indeed , I did see cum around his hole earlier, dripping down the ginger's shaft. Jose did get his cum up his hole already… but what… what is this toxic tattoo mean… Photo if José, Carlos and there ginger top. Carlos is sitting next to him, licking his lips. "Can I take one too, please ... like my boyfriend ? Let him mark us both." "Okay, for this time," I hear the host call out, "because you're a couple, but don't tell others." José stands up, and the cock of the ginger pops out of his hole. Cum is dripping out of his hole and onto the cock of the ginger top. Within a few seconds, Carlos is on his cock, pressing his ass down, getting the ginger's cock deep inside him. "Breed us both," he pants in pain and lust. "Give me what you gave my boyfriend. We will carry it with love. Poz us both up with your load." My head spins . What the heck is this? What does this all mean? The tattoos, the buzzing , the stinging... I'm getting nervous and afraid. My body and my hole are responding in a whole different way. My body is tensing up, automatically bouncing on my top harder. My hole itches from lust, and my sphincter milks him. I watch him deep in his eyes while he grins at me. I glance back at Kayode, who is really taking it hard right now. His body is bouncing hard on the black leather bench. His top is fucking him in fury. His ass is getting red, and his hole is getting ripped open. "Fuck me... fuck me..." he yells . "This hurts, my hole... my hole... you're ripping me open..." I can see the top's cock clearly covered with red slime threads from Kayode's ass blood. His face shows that he is really in pain, but still in lust. "You have to be the one, be the one," he yells out loud . "Fuck your black boy, make me your boy, give me your poz load. I'll be Daddy's black poz boy," he keeps screaming . "What the hell ?" I think. I can see the top is reacting to Kayode's begging. His cock is growing bigger and bigger. He's getting close to cum. Meanwhile, I am riding my top harder and harder from the excitement I see right before my eyes. Whether I want it or not... my body is reacting, and I'm hard as hell . "Fuck me, Daddy , breed me up," Kayode screams again. "Poz me with your HIV poz load! " With that, his top starts panting. "Here you go, boy, all you want, my HIV poz potent seed." I can see him thrust really hard into Kayode while Kayode screams . His muscles tense up, his balls and the base of his cock shiver, and the top moans out loud . He is breeding Kayode now deeply... I hear my top moan too. "That's hot, isn't it , boy?" he calls to me. "Here comes my load, too." I watch him deep in his eyes. "You want to know, boy?" he smiles. "Get my shirt off, and maybe you'll know." My head just spins... did I hear "pozzing," "HIV" ? Stinging . Is this real? Do they have HIV? Are they fucking all guys bare, breeding them, infecting them ? And fuck... am I? Did I take some... do I already have it? My mind is just panicking, but my body is full of lust. Before I really know what I am doing, I grab my top's shirt and rip it apart, uncovering his huge muscular body. He is huge... a black necklace around his neck. Some hair is covering his chest. Large pectoral muscles are visible, his nipples pointing down-that's how big his chest is. A six-pack is his belly. I thrust myself deep down on him, his cock really deep in me, and then I hear him moan. Cum shoots up my hole, tickling my insides. I watch him; I examine his body , looking for some signs ... but nothing. No tattoos , no spots, no biohazard or toxic signs . I kiss him, in love, in eagerness, but maybe also a bit of disappointment- a feeling of missing out. What the heck is this? I think in my mind... He breaks off the kiss . "Well, boy, I don't have tattoos... so you'll have to wait to know until after the exposing party," and he starts to kiss me again. My mind and feelings are going everywhere . A feeling of panic . Did I take poz HIV poz loads? Are all poz loads toxic? Is everyone with a tattoo like that poz? Mark had a tattoo like that; is he poz ? Is he sick? He doesn't look like it... Also, a feeling of missing out is rising in me... when I see those other bottoms beg, fucking with lust, willingly. They just give it all. They give themselves to the tops. That looks so hot, so damn good... I want that too... My mind is turning into one big error. Meanwhile, I feel something wet against my belly. I just shot my own cum... with my top's cock still in me. But I don't really care. The feeling in my hole-that's what I care about . And the part of pleasuring a top... what is this? My mind... The top lays me down on the leather bench, thanks me, and walks away, just like all the other viewers are doing. I can see Finn giving his daddy a kiss and walking out. Jose and Carlos are walking out too, chatting with their ginger top. Both have cum dripping out of their holes. I clearly hear them telling each other in which rooms they are staying this holiday , to hook up some more. I just lay there, my mind spinning. As I look to my left at Kayode, I see that he is being pulled up by two helpers . His ass is red, cum dripping out, mixed with some blood and anal fluid. He is getting support from the helpers to walk, but not to the main exit. No, to a small door at the side of the room. "You will be punished ," I hear one of the helpers tell him. In a few minutes , everyone is gone; it's just me lying here, for at least 20 minutes. Slowly, I get back up and start to walk to the exit doors. I pass the locker room and go inside. I'm all alone; everyone is gone. I take a shower, jump into my clothes, and leave Building Two . I start to walk in the garden; it's getting late and darker. I pass some guys, but I don't look up at them. My mind keeps spinning and thinking. I walk straight to my room, lock my door, and head to bed. My mind is spinning overtime, thinking about what just all happened . What did I do? What are these mixed feelings? Why is my hole still itchy for more ? I wait and slowly fall asleep, all alone in my hotel room.

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.”

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.

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

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

I was extremely horny this weekend, only had one sorta sexual encounter in the last 2 weeks, traded blow jobs with a guy at the St Louis airport last Sunday. Unfortunately I went to Steam for 6 completely sexless hours on Friday evening, and as far as I could tell no one fucked the entire time I was there. Things looked up a little bit yesterday, decided to give the nude beach a try, and saw 2 couples fucking almost as soon as I got to the cruisiest area. It wasn't too long before I joined a group that varied from 4 to 6 guys, traded fucks with a really cute twin and a guy around my age visiting from LA but no one got bred. Just before I left the beach I pumped a load up tall thin Latino twink. I was still horny and hadn't been bred, but knew it was the spa event at Steam last night, where several patrons of that event have let me know guys looking to fuck are not welcome at their event, so I wasn't going there. Looked on Hawks website, since I haven't been there in roughly a year and a half and discovered it was the bear and cub event, and not a sexless fetish event, so I decided to give it a try. I got there a little after 9, as usual it was mostly just bears and cubs socializing, smoking who knows what on the patio. In the actual club the big orgy bed was covered with extremely big bears socializing and doing some light petting. Since only one of the 4 slings was occupied I hopped in one and fairly quickly had a very familiar big big dicked otter that has been fucking me at Steam for the last 5 years, up my ass. I decided to take a soak in the hot tub for a bit, then went back on the prowl and found a really hairy young otter in the same sling I was fucked in about 20 minutes earlier and started fucking him, and had him begging for my cum, so I gave it to him. An hour or so later, I was in one of the slings by the big bed and got a hard fuck and breeding from another cute twink, and 5 minutes later I had a really thick dicked older bear who has fucked me many times, churning up the twinks load with a good hard pounding. It was only around 11, but the club was almost empty by that point, so I decided to quit while I was ahead and go home. Not exactly the weekend of debauchery I was craving, but better than expected for Portland.

When a man shoves his cock into my throat to cum, I love it, and I let him shoot his first two or three spurts that way. Then, I pull back a little and take the last bit in my mouth to get a sample of his flavor. Mentally, it is incredibly erotic to have a man ejaculate behind my tonsils with his ballsack resting on my chin.

A rectum and anus is designed to expel matter and not accept fluids but we gay men so crave a man's semen inside us that we try so hard to overcome what nature intended. I've always loved going to sleep with semen planted in me and waking up with that full feeling. It's inevitable it must be released but I relish that it has been inside me all night. I should also note the scent of semen that has been marinating inside a man all night is intoxicating

Jake’s latest trip to Berlin was nothing short of a pig’s paradise. The moment he stepped off the plane, the city’s pulsing energy filled him with an insatiable hunger for the depraved sexual adventures that awaited him. As he strutted off the airplane, jockstrap hugging his hips, he realized it had now been five hours without a cock filling him up and that had to be fixed. He knew exactly where he needed to go. The closest men’s bathroom was his first stop, a place where he could ease into the city's vibe. The scent of sex and piss hit him like a warm, familiar embrace as he walked in. The bathroom was a cesspool of depravity, and he felt right at home. Standing at the urinal, shorts low enough for his tattoo to show, he was advertising. Within minutes, he was approached by a scruffy college student, who couldn’t resist the allure of Jake’s "fuck me" tattoo. The man's eyes widened with hunger as he took in Jake's lean body and inviting ass. Without a word, the stranger grabbed him and pushed him into a stall. Jake eagerly dropped to his knees, ready to serve. The student whipped out his cock, already hard and leaking precum. Jake took it in his mouth, savoring the taste of pre-flight nerves and the thrill of the unknown. He sucked greedily, feeling the stranger's hand gripping at his hair and forcefully guiding his movements. The student groaned, and Jake knew he had found a worthy first cock for his Berlin adventure. After the student had fucked him hard and left his hole dripping, Jake was ready to go. He headed downstairs to meet up with his friend who had come to pick him up. Jake headed to their usual meeting spot, the main floor's bathroom where he saw his piggy friend eagerly waiting and received another fresh load deep in his eager hole. They headed out to the car and Jake saw another friend waiting. He had barely gotten in the car before the third man had his dick out, and Jake's ass was in the air, receiving yet another sloppy, raw fucking on the back seat. The car's interior was sticky with lust as the driver watched the two fuck, filling Jake’s ass with a third thick load. Not even in the country for 10 minutes and already experiencing Germany’s finest hospitality. The next day, Jake woke up in a friend’s squalid apartment, his body sticky and reeking of cum. He didn't even bother to shower before heading out to the train tracks, a notorious cruising spot. The thrill of exhibitionism was a potent aphrodisiac for him, and he craved the attention of strangers watching him be used like the whore he was. As he stumbled along the tracks, feeling the vibrations of approaching trains, a group of burly, hairy daddies emerged from the shadows. They were exactly what Jake had been dreaming of – tall, muscular, and smelling of sweat and desire. They circled him like hungry predators, their eyes gleaming with lust. He knew what was coming and couldn’t wait. One by one, they took him, each one more aggressive and piggy. Jake’s tight hole was stretched and pounded, his screams of pleasure echoing through the industrial wasteland. The sound of trains rushing by only heightened the intensity of the gang rape. The men used his body with no regard for his comfort, pushing him to his limits. They didn’t care who saw or heard, they were too consumed by their own desires. Cum filled Jake's ass as they came inside him, one after another. The feeling of being bred was intoxicating, and he begged for more. They fisted him, slapped his ass, and spat in his mouth, and he loved every second of it. People, cars, trains all passing by, seeing the boy gutted and gaped. The pain and humiliation were his currency, his way of feeling truly alive. For the next few days, Jake threw himself into the Berlin pig scene. Each night was a blur of drugs, sweat, and cum. He attended parties where he was passed around, his body used and abused in every imaginable way. His moans and screams were music to the ears of the perverts that surrounded him, and his ass was never empty. He was pissed on, fisted, and even had his CBT limits pushed. Yet, he never once said no, living up to his reputation as an insatiable bottom. In the dimly lit dungeons and back alleys, Jake found his true happiness, a place where his desires were not just accepted but celebrated. The rawness of the encounters, the lack of boundaries, and the pure, animalistic passion of the men around him brought him to a level of ecstasy that nothing else could match. Then came his time to shine at the infamous Lab. oratory, the mecca of extreme sexual debauchery that drew in the most voracious pigs from around the globe. A place where Jake felt most at home. The anticipation had him trembling with excitement, his pink little hole still leaking cum from the days before. He eagerly anticipated the raw, unbridled fucking he was about to receive. Jake patiently waited in line to get in and was wearing the required all black, but still managed to be in assless shorts letting his infamous tattoo be seen. The cool night air caressed his exposed cheeks and the scent of his musky desire filled the atmosphere around him. As he waited, Jake noticed the two towering figures approaching from the front of the line. The first was a bearish daddy, his thick beard and muscular build a stark contrast to Jake's lean, youthful form. The second man was a bit shorter but equally as hairy and muscular, with a sadistic twinkle in his eye. They were the kind of men who knew exactly what they wanted and took it without apology. As they approached the taller one, a German heavyweight with a deep, gruff accent, spotted Jake's ass and smirked. He leaned in and whispered something to his friend, who chuckled darkly. They both knew Jake by reputation, having seen his pictures and videos circulating in the underground kink scene. The shorter man gave Jake's ass a firm slap, and the crowd parted before them as they approached. "Pig royalty like you don't wait in lines," the tall daddy growled, his grip firm grabbing Jake's jockstrap. "Let's get that cunt wrecked." The crowd's reaction was a mix of awe and envy as they recognized Jake. Some had seen his work before, while others had only heard the legend of the insatiable bottom from New York. They murmured to each other, knowing that tonight would be one for the history books. The two men didn't even bother to ask Jake's consent; they simply claimed him as their own, pulling him out of line and into the club. The crowd parted like the Red Sea, and the bouncers nodded in recognition as the trio passed. Inside, the club was a maze of leather, chains, and sweaty, half-dressed men, all looking for their next conquest. The air was thick with the scent of sex and lust. As they entered the dimly lit space, the music pounded like a heartbeat, the bass resonating through Jake's body. The lights played off the chrome surfaces, creating an industrial, almost dystopian, atmosphere. The walls were lined with various play areas, each more extreme than the last. The crowd was a sea of naked and leather-clad, muscled men, all watching the new arrivals with hunger in their eyes. Jake had been to extreme places before, but there was always something about his first steps into the Lab. oratory that sent a shiver down his spine. It was the kind of club that didn't just push boundaries—it obliterated them. The two daddies led him to a raised platform in the center of one of the main rooms, where a group of equally rough-looking men were already waiting, their cocks out and ready. Jake recognized a few immediately where they had indeed fucked him before, in various cities and at various underground events. They knew of his limitless urge to please, and they were eager to show him off to the others. They didn't bother with small talk, securing him to the St. Andrew's Cross with thick, heavy chains. The crowd gathered around, hungry for the show. They saw his “Fuck Me” tattoo and whispers and screams passed through the crowd as they had all heard tales of the New York bottom's insatiable appetite for pain and pleasure. They weren't about to miss out on watching him in action. Once secured, the shorter daddy stepped forward, a wicked grin spreading across his face. He unbuckled his leather pants, revealing his rock-hard, uncut cock. The crowd eagerly watched as the music seemed to fade into the background as he approached Jake. He didn't bother with a warm-up, just a quick swipe of spit to lubricate his shaft before plunging into the young man's eager hole. Jake let out a guttural moan, his eyes rolling back in his head as the crowd watched with rapt attention. He loved being so exposed, so used, and so utterly alive. Music blasting, all eyes on him, and a daddy's thick cock stretching him to his limits, filling him completely. After a few rough minutes of warm up, the taller one began to fist Jake's ass, his huge tattooed knuckles and arms disappearing deeper inside as Jake's hole gaped open. The two men took turns fucking and fisting Jake, using his body as their personal playground. They didn't hold back, pushing him to the brink of pain and pleasure. They used his nipples piercings as handles, tugging and pulling as they pounded into him, making him scream with every thrust. Tugging roughly at his guiche while their rough fists slid in and out. His ass was a canvas for their sadistic artistry, a symbol of his submission to their will. As the night went on, Jake was passed around from one depraved pig to the next, each one taking his turn to claim the infamous bottom. He was spat on, pissed on, and covered in sweat. His body was pushed to its absolute limits, and he reveled in every moment of it. The crowd watched, some jerking off, others eagerly waiting their turn. The Lab.oratory was a sprawling maze of dark, damp rooms, each one more depraved than the last and Jake had seen them all. The walls were lined with slings, St. Andrew’s crosses, and various BDSM equipment, the air thick with the scent of sweat, piss, and the musky aroma of male arousal. The lighting was dim, casting eerie shadows across the bare, industrial space, with strobe lights piercing through to illuminate the carnage of pleasure happening within. The sound of grunts, slaps, and whips filled the air. Everything a pig could want and more was located deep in that paradise. Jake continued to pass from room to room, his jockstrap covered in other men’s filth, barely containing his abused and swollen cock and balls. The tattoo across his ass cheeks was an open invitation to any man who dared to read it. In every new room he was met with a cacophony of crude catcalls and whistles greeting him, as if the very air was alive with the lust of the men who spotted him. He made his way through the throngs of horny, hairy daddies, their eyes hungrily devouring his youthful body. Each man he passed was more massive and muscular than the last, their furry chests, beefy arms, and ripe pits a testament to the kind of power and dominance that made his knees quiver and his heart race. He found his way to the back, where a particularly nasty-looking daddy with a thick, uncut cock was already pounding away at a squealing pig in a sling. The sight of the older man’s powerful strokes made Jake’s mouth water and his leaking hole clench in anticipation. Over the next two days, Jake was passed around like a piece of prime meat at an all-you-can-eat buffet. He was face-fucked, spit on, pissed in, and fisted without a single complaint. His tight, smooth hole was stretched beyond belief as one after another, the muscular daddies took turns plunging their raw, sweaty cocks, arms, feet, and more deep inside him. Each time he was filled with hot, sticky cum, he begged for more, his voice hoarse from the constant screams of pleasure and pain. One particularly memorable encounter was with a beastly daddy who loved to play with Jake’s sensitive feet. The man had a thick, furry chest and a cock that was a monster in and of itself. He bound Jake’s wrists to the sling, his ankles spread wide and fastened in the air. The man proceeded to tickle, lick, and suck his toes and every inch of his feet while pounding into him without mercy. The mix of pleasure and pain had Jake writhing and squirming, his toes curling and uncurling in ecstasy. Another time, he found himself in a public area of the club, where a group of men were playing a game of piggy poker. The stakes? Each player took turns fucking Jake’s ass while the others cheered and jeered, betting on who could make Jake scream the loudest or which man would cum the fastest. Jake was a trooper, enduring round after round of rough, anonymous sex, his body a canvas for the men to claim and mark as they saw fit. But it was the fisting that truly set Jake’s soul on fire. A burly, bear-like daddy, with a beard so thick it could hide small animals, took Jake into a cage while others watched. The man’s fists and thick, hairy arms were like sledgehammers, and the way he stretched and filled Jake’s ass was nothing short of divine. He worked his way deep inside Jake’s already gaped cunt until he was bicep deep. He would swap arms, throwing deep punches just to watch Jake scream. The pain was intense, but the feeling of fullness and submission was heavenly. In between the hardcore sessions, Jake took part in some milder kinks, like cruising the dark rooms with his mouth full of cock, getting used like a human urinal by a line of desperate, leaking [banned word], and having his smooth skin scribbled on with permanent markers by men who claimed him as their property. For Jake, the night was a blur of sensations—the sting of a flogger, the bite of a zipper, the sweet pain of a needle. But through it all, he remained in a state of ecstasy, his moans and cries echoing through the club. As the sun began to rise on the second day, Jake stumbled out of Lab. oratory, his body bruised and his hole gaping, feeling utterly and completely used. The Berlin streets were quiet, but the memories of the filthy piggy fun he’d had were anything but. His journey had taken him to new heights of depravity, and he couldn’t wait for his next trip to indulge in the city’s sinful delights once more. As Jake got ready to head back to New York, his body showed signs of Berlin’s wear. His skin was bruised, his ass unbelievably sore, and his throat was raw from screaming and deep-throating. But his spirit was unbroken. He was a pig through and through, and Berlin was his heaven. The city had claimed him once again, and he knew he would return, eager to dive back into the depths of its depraved underbelly. As he boarded the plane to leave, his ass still leaking cum and his heart racing from the experiences, Jake couldn’t help but feel a twinge of sadness. But it was a bittersweet feeling, because he knew that his Berlin adventures would only make him crave more, and he had the rest of his life to seek out the darkest, most extreme piggy playgrounds the world had to offer.

I'd use the end of a hammer 🔨 The handle had a rounded shape that was like the head of a dick. Only discovered that when I was like 11-12. My sister and her friend caught me once when I was home alone — I went into ger room, got on a stool, and slid it in and out of my hole in her bedroom mirror. They both pretended they didn't see anything, I was mortified lol. I'd finger myself in the tub when I was old enough to take baths alone, sometimes in bed at night too but I hated the possibility of things getting dirty

***Get what I did there? Tw(eak)ink. 2 words tweak and Twink. I know, so cleaver. *** *Johnny had been with his family for a week helping out while his dad was away at work.* But now the 3 hour drive home. Fuck I'm horny as shit. I havent been jerking off and there wasn't a gay or curious man within 50 miles of my parents place. Half way thru the way home I pull over. Open up an app and site and start lookin for a a booty to rim and fuck it a fun cruising area. Almost instantly my phone is going off. TyTyTwinkbb: hey age, pic? I'm on cloud 9 and looking for a man way older than me to use my tight boy hole. And dont worry I'm 19. I'm just a dirty boy in need of a dirty daddy type to play with and party with. Holy shit his pics got my me instantly hard. I'm only 39 but I could be is dads age. This boy had the pinkest hole, and porcelain bubble butt to boot. Crystal blue eyes and midnight hair. I reply, "hey I love a Pervy boy. I'm 39, let me know if u got my pics, your profile is hot, I need to see if it's true tho. Little to no limits, bareback only, that's hot, and a bunch of Capital Ts. I think I get it lol I do have a P.A. and tend to use it😈 let me know if u like the pics. TyTyTwinkbb: O....M...G.. you r like the perfect daddy type that I love. Fuck that cock might leave me wrecked but I want it and seriously do as u want with me. I'm so UP. Make me yours. And don't worry I have all the supplies and my uncle got me a hotel room. Come here now. ****** suites. Room 4401. I'm only 10 minutes away. You musta read my bio 😈be face down ass up. TyTy: ok daddy. And yes I want that seed. Get to the hotel, door ajar. And the hottest, cutest, butt with the pink pucker hole and him smiling back at me. My clothes off in 2 seconds standing behind him, precum dripping out my cock I smear it on his hole as I pop 1,then 2 fingers in. He yelps out a pleaser moan sharply. Are you ready TyTy? I do it this way. As I put the cap back on I slide in his hole fast. And his moans r hot and full of ectasy. He stops for a minute takes a bit of cloud and poppers. And starts pushing his ass to the bottom of my shaft where the scorpion tat is. Every time he pulls away his boy hole grips my cock. Its making me nuts! Then I say, brace your self he looks back with excitement and...... End of part one of 3.

Just took my first Anon load literally a few minutes ago. Have been trying to hookup with this Top on Sniffies and this morning he was available. I was bent over ass up with a sheet over my head from the second he walked in until he got in his car and left. Says he is 7" and it sure did feel like a nice sized cock. He fucked me for 20 minutes and blew his load in me and left. Anon is something I have always wanted to do and this feels so naughty!!!!

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

Hi, Anyone still into cruising the parks? My favorite is the Rambles in Central Park, but it's not like it was. Cunningham Park was good too. What's the best places now??

(if need be pointed out, the math works that all characters are 18 or older) This is a fictional story reworked from something I submitted to Tommyhawks Fantasy World about a Decade ago. It has its flaws, but if it gets a rise or some spooge from your cock, it has served its purpose. Enjoy! Sticky Situation by: DevilDawg 7-11-2025 Stressed as hell, that’s the way I had been feeling of late. I’m Richard, 18 Yrs old 5’8” Brown Hair, Hazel Eyes and 181 Lbs. I was stuck in that zone of accomplished Varsity Baseballer who was also second string on the basketball team and now that had ended with graduation. I was accomplished enough in sports and grades to land a partial scholarship to the local state college. The transitional void into an unknown new chapter would mean that my accomplishments would not count for shit when being inserted to groups that were more accomplished scholastically or true HS Sports Stars. It was after graduation and on cooler days my buddies would come over and smoke a little while using the hot tub when the parents were at work or travelling. The Buy - I had some money - my parents were not rich but well-off middle class. I had held part time jobs in previous years because that was what my parents had expected me to do. This also led to a fair allowance as long as I kept up with chores. I went by my dealer who gave me some good weed prices for being a steady customer, it was easy to satisfy my need for weed. My Dealer Burt was a large footballer from back in the day – his trophies still in place in the school Middle and High School trophy case. He rode a motorcycle regardless of any weather except for ice and hung with a dark crowd. He arms were full tatted sleeves, and you could see hints of other tats depending on what he was wearing. We made a deal for my regular bag and he told me to make a delivery for him. ‘Your Brother Adam was coming by, but I have to go out of town this afternoon, don’t break the seal or I will positively fuck you up”. I replied "no problem" and left. Hot Tub Smoke – My two friends Brad and Jim always showed up together. Jim was white and skinny and had only Lettered on the Swim Team and Track Team, while Brad was the Wide Receiver on the Football Team and black as midnight. We stripped down to the skin and got into the Hot Tub. I cracked open the tin and found pre-rolled joints the smell of which was a fine enticement to light up with my buds vs rolling with my bags makings. I started talking about how angry I was at my cunt of a girl friend for breaking up with me before she went off to university. While I was bemoaning my needs both Brad and Jim were looking uncomfortable. I was going on and on then I realized both of them were surreptitiously jacking off under the froth. I erupted from the water standing up with a raging boner and yelled ‘don’t you dare! I have to clean this thing’! Jim and Brad sheepishly stood and I said let’s go get some towels and never say anything about this you weirdoes. We padded into the main hallway where the linen closet was, grabbed some bath towels and started drying off. My parents room was on the backyard side of the house and my nerdy golden boy Brother Adam’s room was on the street side. Jim said what’s that – I thought you said no one was home? I burst through Adams door and there he was groaning on the bed sliding a dildo in and out of his ass! All the lights were on, his array of geeky computers and shit were on and he was sliding a huge dildo in and out like it was a normal thing to do. I Freaked Out! The rage of being an adopted son only to have a natural brother to follow 9 Months later, a golden boy who had it sooooo easy was abusing himself in so many forbidden ways that I lost it. Brother Trouble- I snatched the dildo out of his ass and threw it across the room. So you want cock huh? I dragged him to the edge of the bed and hilted my hard cock up his chute without a pause. The entrance was easy pre-lubed and pre-opened by the toy. I was faintly aware of Jim and Brad stroking their hard-ons as Jim dropped to his knees to suck on Adam’s left tit. Brad dropped behind him and buried his face in Jim’s crack. I yelled about them all being just a bunch of fags and Adam was laughing back it takes one to know one! I raged and rough fucked my brother to a chorus of groans, gasps, and yelps as Jim was now being fucked by Brad. I was so enraged I thought I was having a stroke! I hilted a last time and blew my pent up load in my brother’s guts and fell exhausted ono the bed. Meanwhile, Brad was finishing up in Jim and I could see Brads dick was thick and a black blur as he gasped during his orgasm. As I lay stunned, Brad and Jim switched and while incoherent sounds were uttered, no words came out. Finally I was blurted out that they were all a bunch of pussyboys or better yet girls! After that statement was a pregnant pause then my Brother Adam said: “My Turn Bro”. As I startled from my awkward position, Brad grabbed me by the arms and Jim grabbed me by the legs. I was bent flexing and wriggling into a curly fry shape as Adam lined up his 6 inch dick and went in full throttle. I was screaming I was going to fuck them all up which just seemed to trigger more laughter. I think Adam may have already cum today since despite his edging he went in mostly dry with some pre and some spit but landed home with what felt like my ring was on fire. It took him what seemed to be an eternity but groaned and said take that big brother! Adam and Jim switched places as I lay in shock from just having been bred. Jim was just a little larger than Adam as he went in slick – lubricated by Adams Load. As he shot I could feel Jim swell up as his uncut cock blasted my insides with its second load. I was still in shock and mumbling/begging ‘please no more’ when Jim and Brad switched places and I saw what I now know to a BBC that resembles two red Bull cans stacked end on end. At the time, it looked like a 2 Liter soda bottle. He nudged the head in and then started pressing inward until I was fully skewered. I was sobbing as I felt my ass tear and felt something else break. The electric shock as the head bounced past my prostate was intense and my teary eyes widened in astonished pleasure. Jim started going to town and my tortured gland caused me to erupt a cum load all the way up to my eyes. Brads load could be felt even with all the sperm I was sinking into. Brad asked Adam what was in that tin can? Adam was quick on the uptake and quickly realized what had happed as I crawled to the shower leaving a slime trail of cum and blood as I crawled out of the room to murmurs and laughter. I woke in my room as the lights went on to a crowd of bikers and Adam. In the forefront was Burt who said “I warned you, Adam may have already Pozzed you but I always keep my promises”. I Hear you like TINA, this is what we call ‘a bump’ as he jammed two fingers up my torn ass. With his other hand he started stroking a huge pierced cock as two bikers each grabbed a leg and pulled me to my doom. My last words before the screams were ‘It Burns’! Pozitive Outcomes- A Month later I was sitting in shock, test results in hand when my brother approached me. ‘Good News or Bad News’? I shook the paper at him and told 'the family favorite’ "I hate you"! He said let me see the results and I handed him the printout. He handed me an envelope and said, how about a trade? When my expression said I did not understand, he continued. "I’ll add your results to the end title credits; referring to the envelope - these are your royalties to date. Your Pozzing Conversion Videos are a hit dear Brother! I’ve never seen anyone sob like that"…. To be continued

I’m so addicted to that scent of nighttime absorbed cum when it finally does expel the next day. I love the taste of it, too. I’ll finger myself, sniff my undies, and jerk off to that scent

First std was anal warts. It was in 1982 and i was 22. I didnt be afraid of that but i had surgery to avoid al wart on and inside my bum. Then i had some stds : chlam, gono several times, hep A, warts one more time but treated by meds, herpes, mycoplasma and very often crabs. Stds are part of bareback life.

Chlamydia from my first fuck buddy

It's a little long and poz only at the end the story is leadup. Igot contaced with an old FB and we organised a session for the next week. I'm a married middle-age bttm guy but as we have a family doctor I'm not on prep So only play with those that are. the week roles by with me getting more excited as I don't get to play with Gary as much as I'd like due to situation. the day rolls round and I leave work for a day time hookup. getting to his place he hasn't changed he's a charismatic hot silver fox with a lean hot body and from memory a thick cock. before we get to his room he offers me a drink to help relax and we catchup in what's been happening. during the conversation we talk about status n playing bare and he's still neg on prep while I'm just neg. reaching forward he pulls me into a kiss saying he's going to breed me deep n flood me with cum n more, horny I just kiss back younger searching as we grind against each other. pulling back he skulls his drink and suggest we get started. I finish mine In a couple of gulps and we head to the bedroom where he strip me and pushed me down to suck his cock. 7.5 thick cut and perfect for my ass n mouth, I suck and gag in it like I'll die if I don't have it. it was semi solid when we started and after 5 mins of sucking licking it's rock hard. pulling me up we kiss n grind our naked bodies, cock against cock as he's grabbed my ass cheeks and squeezing, I know he wants to fuck me now. we part and I head for the bed, getting on all fours he grabs my cheeks pulling them apart so my hole is exposed and open to him. leaning in he licks and tounges my hole I groan as shivers go down my spine. he's going deeper with his tounge and I can feel his beard rub against my ass and all I can do is groan and push back. sliding one two three fingers in with spit only he's opening me up asking if I'm ready for his cock. i just say fuck yes I need you in me now. hearing this he slaps his cock against my hole and I'm hot in anticipation. as he applies a little lube and I feel his head slip in. a little pain but once he's past the first hole I'm in heaven and the pounding starts. we fuck in a few positions finally having him with me in my back legs up over his shoulders as he's balls deep pounding me looking in my eyes till hs squirting in me. squeezing my ass to milk him I try and get every drop of cum in my ass. pulling out he goes to the other side of the bed sits and breaths out.i reach for his cock rolling over to him and start to suck him clean. I'm on my belly now so all his load just drains deeper into me and I'm in bliss loaded and sucking cummy cock. looking down he grabs my hair saying what a great ass I have and he'd love to share it with some other friends he plays bare with. we talked about group before so he knows I'm open to it, I just nod and continue sucking his cock. Grabing his phone he organises his friends and says they will be here in 5 so keep sucking. they arrive and let themselves in and the first I know is when two hot 50+ silver daddies are watching me from the door. looking up their introduced as Brad and Dave and I'm told to keep sucking they will make themselves comfortable. continuing to suck and Focus on the cock I have they strip out of eyeshot and Dave comes and sits on the bed next to Gary offering his cock, it's 8 thick and pierced. I just stare and smile as I reach for it. as Brad grabs my ass and start eating me out. I just groan in pleasure as in pig heaven. brad tells gary how much he loves a sloppy hole as he teases my hole with his cock. I feel this cock and push back as I want it in me and beg him to fuck me. Sliding in he says he's not going to last long in a cummy hole like this as he bottoms out. it causes me a little pain but he's hitting places that have never been hit and I just push back with each thrust . I keep sucking Dave and Gary as my ass is slowly ruined. As he get close to cumming Dave can see this and lifts my head and tells me to beg for brads load. I just push back more saying fuck me, breed me,give me that load. this pushes him over the edge and he rams one powerful thrust into me that makes me see stars as I feel him shudder n squirt inside me and he holds it deep in me as I feel warmth flow into me, he slowly continues to fuck me just not as violently but i have to stop sucking as I hang my head to recover as I'm shaking. Dave gets up and in a minute replaces brad as i feel another hard cock slide into me.he tells me if I liked what brad did he'll do just as much and they are both multi cummers. I lookup at Gary I say i love his friends and they can be invited anytime to. it's at this point brad sits down flopping a cummy blood flecked pierced cock in front of me. But what I'm looking at isnt his cock it's the biohazard tattoo above his cock. I'm shocked unable to speak but I must have squeezed my ass muscles as Dave says yeah now he knows... I look at Gary and he just says "that's why I'm on prep". I'm shocked but he continues, "they asked if I knew any pozs cumdumps and I thought of you. we just needed to make one change, and by the look of brads cock that's definitely happed and daves will only added to it " I'm shocked but looking as brads cock I know there no going back, I turn to Dave who still has his cock in me staring into his eyes and tell him to fuck me up and poz my ass. turning back to brad I look him in the eye grabing his cock saying I hope you have more than one load in this and start to such him hard again. ...

Didn’t expect to take another one tonight… My hole was still pink and puffy from earlier—felt loose just walking around. He messaged while I was scrolling in bed. Older, thick build, smelled like weed, sweat, and a hard day. When I opened the door, he didn’t even speak—just looked me up and down and said, “Still leaking?” I nodded. He followed me to the bed, spit once, and pushed in slow. My cunt sucked him in like it already knew him. I moaned without meaning to—it wasn’t just the stretch, it was the way I could feel his cock gliding through other men’s cum inside me. He fucked slow, but deep. Long pulls. Like he wanted to swirl it all up. When he came, he went still, pressed in tight, like he was pouring something into me that needed to stay. When he left, I just laid there—dripping, dizzy, almost high off the heat. About to finally seal 🔌😈

Surely would like to take Jakes place, but knowing I might not stand it

I'm sure I've been touching myself all my life, some of my earliest memories are of me getting in trouble for doing it at inappropriate times. It became something I did daily at some point when I was 6, the transition from doing it just cause it felt good to doing it specifically to dry orgasm, I don't remember exactly when that happened, was probably gradual. As far as knowing I liked men, in retrospect it was right from the start, I was always trying to get into my friends pants and spy on as many dicks as I could in public showers, locker rooms, toilets, etc. At the time I didn't think anything of it, I just thought wanting to see dicks and what I was doing with my buddies was just regular guy stuff, also the idea of being gay just wasn't really something you were exposed to as a kid in the late 80s. I even remember having a conversation with a junior high school buddy who was also a jerk off buddy, about what gay was and wondering if anyone at our school was (too clueless to realize that maybe it was us!) I was 15 when I first realized that maybe what I was doing with other guys wasn't "normal" and it took till I was 17-18 to accept that I liked guys more than girls.

I think that the understanding came early on but I didn’t realize it. If that makes sense. I started having sex around the age of 13. I just instinctively knew my role. I wanted my man in me and nothing more. I know my sex organ was my pussy but I never sexualized my man’s hole the same way. It was like I knew he had one of course but mine was different. I have never been into porn but I saw a few here and there and that’s when I realized there were others like me. I was also fortunate that my sex partner really liked my pussy. He made me realize my purpose was to complete him. I had something he didn’t have and he worshiped it.

Yeah, good distinction. I would reach a climax, but they were dry. I'd warp myself up in a blanket on the couch and rub my dick till I got off. I'd always get really tired after, and I remember liking the feeling a lot. My dad did some light but questionable stuff to me when I was really young, so I knew for a long time that people touched eachother for pleasure in some way even though I didn't have a concept of what sex was. Even though it was fucked up for my dad to be at that, I'd think about him touching me and getting off to that at a really young age. I would get chastized for touching myself all the time, and even though I was a kid who didn't have a clue, I think my dad took advantage of that cause I'd alway try and grab his dick in the tub. I'd go into my moms room and use her plug in massage tool and vibrate it off the head of my dick to get off all the time. I got yelled at a lot for that lol. When I was about 7 or 8 I'd touch myself thinking about different men all the time, and actively trying to get sneak peaks of my mom's boyfriends bodies or dicks. I remember when I started blowing loads but it never felt any better than it did before, just more messy lol.

It has taken me 5 years to get back to Japan and answer my own question but, yes, 24 Kaikan is predominantly bareback. I visited last night for 4 hours and ironically the only guy who fucked me with a condom was a guy from Australia. He mentioned he was not on PrEP. A few other observations. I went at 7.15pm on Saturday and was initially surprised to get straight in, no line of guys. It was busy but not extra busy though it seemed to get noticeably busier at about10pm. Being really busy may not always lead to more sex as the best (darkest) bunks will be full. About 90% Japanese guys, I’d say, although the Aussie I hooked up with the condom with was an immigrant from China. Very few westerners. Mostly a mature age range but lost of guys in 40s and a good number in 30s, perhaps 15% in 20s but not a young crowd. Mostly bareback as far as I could tell. Lots of fucking in common sleeping rooms and steam rooms (both). Good idea to familiarise yourself with some of facilities - I was lead by a guy out of hot steam room as it was too hot to fuck and he tried shower stall in the maze and then a great fuck bench in an alcove in the maze, neither of which I had discovered by then (and later found handy).

Once you take dick up your ass you ain't straight no moe.

I am married and just bent over Anon for a bare cock. I have sex with the wife 3-4 times a week and it gets kinky but sometimes I just want a dick in my ass. Anyway I was bent over with a sheet over my head from the second he drove up until he was finished and drove away.

Chapter 2- No Turning Back Helixion Genetics- Building 3 Rooftop; REDACTED LOCATION 20:05 MST. 30-Oct-20XX Elias looked over at the Commander, before waving his arms to get everyone’s attention, pointing down at the radio on his hip and signaling to turn to channel one. Soon, everyone changed their radios over. “Okay… so the primary access point we had is clearly a no-go,” Elias said, gesturing at the door. “Any suggestions on how we get in?” “Are you serious? It looks like a gorilla attacked that door!” Patch yelled, causing the radios to screech at the loud sound, eliciting several muttered curses from the team. “I thought you said the animal research building was on the other side of the campus!” “Fuck, man, watch the volume,” Stag said, turning his head slightly. “If you’d have paid attention to the mission brief, you’d know it IS on the opposite side of this place. Besides, they only use specially bred mice here. I seriously fucking doubt a mouse did that to a door.” “Maybe it was an explosion in the building?” Sticks asked. “I mean, it would take a lot of force to do something like that, man. I doubt a person did it.” “No, we didn’t get any triggers like that from the environmental system,” Pixel said, before pointing to the fire alarm above them. “Besides, we’d hear that thing going off and see smoke coming from the building if that were the case.” “Again, men, task at hand,” Gravestone said, breaking up the conversation. “We need an entrance point. The doors are a no-go with the damage. Any suggestions?” “Maybe rappel down the side and break one of the windows?” Stag said, shrugging his shoulders. “Got to maintain the negative pressure and limit access,” Tex replied, shaking his head in disagreement. “Besides, these are blast-resistant windows. Whole campus is equipped with them, and they look to be over a half-inch thick. I think the brief said they replaced the entire campus a few years back when that ecoterrorism group tried to blow the place up.” “Elevator maintenance shaft,” Zero said, pointing over at the squat elevator equipment shack on to the right of the door. “That…. Could actually work,” Elias said, walking over to the small door on the side, barely coming to his hips. “I mean, it’s a tight squeeze, and we’ll have to override the controls and bring them to the top so we don’t have to lug back up the rappelling equipment. But… yeah, elevator shaft is the way to go here.” “Two small problems,” Tex said, pointing at the small door. “First, the entire building is under lockdown, so right now, every single pump in the building is running in negative pressure mode. Standard clean lab procedures.” “Shit… so that door is going to feel like it weighs probably 100 lbs, easily…” Stag replied, kneeling down and pulling on the handle, barely causing it to budge before it suctioned back shut. “I agree, shit. But that’s just half the first problem. The second we do get that thing open, the opening is going to turn into a giant wind tunnel as the pumps kick into overdrive. And once the door shuts, which we definitely will need to do to maintain a lockdown, there is going to be even more pressure on the door,” Tex continued, using his hands to gesture as he spoke. “Think of it like when you slam the door down on a chest freezer too fast. It creates a suction and makes it a real bitch to open. Put simply, that door is likely going to be a one-way trip. At least until we can get to the basement and shut down the air filtration pumps.” “Something we will have to tackle when the time comes,” Lockjaw said, sighing. “But you said we have two problems.” This time it was Elias who spoke up. “Yeah, it’s going to be dark. Like pitch black dark, and cramped. We’re essentially going to be going in blind, so someone is going to need to go first and cut the lock on the top of the elevator, then force open the doors so we can get a drone out there for some recon,” Elias said, his shoulders slumping. He didn’t like the idea of sending someone in on their own, glancing back at the door, his mind trying to work out who or what had damaged it like that. “Looks like you’re up, Zero,” Stag said, slowly taking a step back from the door. “Fucking asshole… doesn’t want risk his ass…” Elias could hear Tex mutter, the microphone picking it up crystal clear. “Hey, he’s the smaller of the two of us,” Stag retorted angrily. “No fucking way I’m going to fit easily in there AND be stealthy about it, fucker.” Elias stepped between the two, ready to stop a fight as the two stepped towards each other when Zero walked over to the door. “He’s right,” Zero said, before turning to Sticks. “Hand me a recon drone.” Sticks nodded, dropping his bag on the ground and opening it up, rummaging through it. “Pixel, can you tap into the elevator controls and move them to the top?” Elias said, walking around the squat shed before finally finding a control box. “Should be easy enough,” Pixel said, prying it open and pulling out a laptop and ethernet cable from his bag. “Just keep in mind, once I put it in maintenance mode, they won’t move. So that only leaves us with the stairwell.” “Sounds like that’s our best shot,” Gravestone said, dropping his bag on the ground, “While he’s working on that, I want everyone to load their weapons up with the maximum strength tranq rounds. We don’t know what we’re messing with, so I want us to be safe and run a clean mission. Understood?” The men replied in agreement and got to work loading the weapons. ——— “Fuck, this thing is a bitch to open!” Stag growled out, wedging the crowbar into the frame of the door, putting his body weight against it before finally breaking the seal. Air suddenly began to whistle through the thin opening, sucking a few stray leaves in like a vacuum cleaner. Taking the opportunity, Elias and Tex grabbed the door, and slowly pulled it open, the sound of wind rushing through the opening picking up immediately. The opening was pitch black as the dying evening sunlight failed to penetrate into the elevator shaft. Aiming their weapons and lights on the opening, Zero took a quick look inside, ducking his head in. “Looks clear,” his soft voice said before he climbed in, crawling in and shuffling across the metal mesh floor before flicking on the light in his hazmat suit. “Going in.” The wind continued to whistle through the small door as Elias watched the video feed on his tablet, streamed from the camera on Zero’s hood. Slowly, the man looked around before finally crawling to the top of the elevator car, looking down at the roof to the access door. Grabbing the bolt cutter beside him, he quickly snapped the metal of the lock, gently setting the tool down and removing the lock. Zero opened the small panel and blinked at the bright lights of the small car before expertly lowering himself in. To the right, a large touchscreen displaying a spinning 3D copy of the Helixion logo glowed, with a large red MAINTENANCE MODE: ACCESS LIMITED underneath. “Open the doors, Pixel,” Zero said quietly, drawing his weapon and aiming it at the center of the door. Elias looked over quickly at Pixel, giving a nod as he watched the man tap a few things on the touchscreen of his laptop, before turning his attention back to the tablet’s feed. The gleaming metal of the elevator doors silently opened, revealing a dimly lit hallway, surrounded by fresh white walls, freshly waxed vinyl wood floors, and large frosted glass doors, a small electronic screen beside each to denote the room number and designation. “Releasing the drone,” Zero called out softly, before returning to an aiming stance. “You’re up, Sticks,” Elias said, nodding at the young tech. Sticks nodded in acknowledgement, and began steering a drone by way of a remote control. His movements were careful and precise; he didn’t need to see the machine to know how it felt and what it was doing. With the tap of the screen, Elias’ feed switched to the camera of the small helicopter drone, watching as it gracefully swept through the halls, only a small buzzing sound giving its position away. Unnervingly, nothing looked out of place. Every spot looked clean and tidy. No dropped papers. No busted doors. Not even a speck of dirt on the ground. The team sat in silence watching the feed as Sticks continued to loop, finally making the full circuit and stopping at the elevator. “All clear,” Elias said, firming himself as he spoke, “Let’s roll in. Take it slow and watch for any sharp edges in the shaft. We haven’t cleared the air safety test yet.” The team slowly entered the shaft one at a time, making their way into the elevator car before stepping out into the hallway, Gravestone only gave a quick nod to Elias as he went in, signaling Elias to pull the door shut. The door slammed shut, the suction of the air easily pulling it closed, the metal sound reverberating through the confined space and echoing down the elevator shaft. Elias froze in place, half-expecting a yell or some roar to rip across the deafening silence that followed. He was met, however, with just more silence as he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Slowly, he followed behind Gravestone, before gently lowering himself down into the elevator. They both stepped off the elevator and into the hall. “Tex, Patch, how are the air quality readings?” Elias asked, hoping they were still clear. His gut told him he didn’t want to risk being partially blind in the massive hazmat suit. “All clear. Local sensor is showing green, with just pollen from the outside air we let in. Still negative on the main sensors down in the labs,” Tex said, looking at the tablet screen. “Best guess is that whatever we’re dealing with is not airborne. Schematics show this lab is only rated at BSL-2, so they shouldn’t have anything airborne here.” “As long as they told us the truth,” Patch added, slowly packing back up the local air quality tester. “Well, so far everything is checking out and matching perfectly with what we were told, so I think we’re good to de-suit,” Tex said, slowly pulling off his helmet. “Still want everyone to keep the eye protection and gloves on. We’ll have to switch to the standard radios as these are stitched into the suit.” The team quickly shucked the suits off, leaving them in the elevator before re-situating themselves. “Ok, time to split the team up. Stick to the original plan. Recon Team 1, to the north labs. Recon 2, you’ll both be with me to the south,” Gravestone said, holding his tactical rifle in one hand, and pointing with the other at the general directions. “Recon 3, try to find access to the servers and see what we might be messing with here. See if we can also get camera access. I don’t want us walking around blind. We meet back here at the 15 like planned. Report anything you see out of the ordinary.” Splitting up, Elias, Tex, and Zero took a left and began walking down the hall, slowly checking each room they encountered, each one dark and empty. A computer, clear glass desk, occasionally some stray papers or nicknacks on the desk. One office had a rather sickly looking ficus in one corner. Finally, they made it to the stairwell door. “Think we should take a look?” Tex said, pointing at the door. “Well, better to find out what it might be…” Elias said, letting his voice trail off, part of him wanting to avoid the stairwell. “I’ll cover. Allow for safe evac if needed,” Zero said, nodding and standing at alert, aiming the rifle at the door. “That settles it, I guess…” Elias said, taking a deep breath in and slowly blowing it out before pressing the talk button on his earpiece radio. “This is Recon 1, we’re going to enter the stairwell shaft and check the other side of the doorway. See if we can get some idea of what we’re dealing with. Permission to proceed?” “Granted. Use extreme caution and report back in 5 minutes,” Gravestone’s voice replied over the earpiece, static punctuating the end of his reply. “Copy. Entering now, Recon 1,” Tex replied, before slowly pushing open the door, letting Elias and Zero enter before softly letting the door close. Nodding silently in the softly lit stairwell, Zero took a stance at the top of the stairs leading down as Tex and Elias quietly climbed up the stairs, guns aimed upwards. Taking the stairs quickly and silently, both men relaxed as they turned the last flight of stairs only to be met with the empty stairwell and the outward bowing metal doors. “What is that…” Tex said, slowly letting his gun down and walking up to the door. Quickly, he reached into a pouch on his tactile belt and produced a small test tube. Popping the top, he slowly scraped it along the door, which appeared to be covered in a clear slime. Filling it halfway, he handed the first tube to Elias, who held it up to the light. What at first appeared to be clear slime actually had a slight whitish appearance. Taking a small sniff of the air, Elias nudged Tex with his elbow, getting his attention. “You smell that?” he asked, looking around. Something about it seemed familiar, but Elias couldn’t put his finger on it. “Yeah, seems… familiar. Definitely a ripe funk to it. Almost like a locker room maybe?” Tex said, sniffing and scrunching his nose. “Something else I can’t really identify. Almost an alkaline smell. Also has a medicine or solvent smell. A lot stronger the closer you get to the door.” “Yeah… making my face feel flush… like smelling a marker or something,” Elias agreed, forcing himself not to touch his nose. “You definitely do seem like the type to smell markers as a kid,” Tex said, putting a stopper on the second sample before grabbing the first back from Elias. “You really think now is the time to joke around…” Elias said, glaring at Tex. “Left yourself open for that one,” Tex said, smiling. “Just trying to make the situation a little less tense here.” Walking back down the stairs quickly, they waved at Zero before motioning back at the door. Zero softly opened the door and held it as the three men exited back out into the bright hallway. “Recon 1, Upper stairwell all clear, found a clear biological sample for testing on the surface of the door,” Elias said after the door fully closed with a soft click. “We’re going to check the first lab for a mass spectrometer and get it running before coming back to the rendezvous point.” “Copy, let us know when you are on the way back,” Lockjaw replied, as the three continued the walk down the hall. Finally, they made it to the first lab and entered, looking around. The door outside denoted it as a general lab. Several long bays ran along the middle of the room, with standard lab equipment on each side. A few test tubes sat inside the large vent hood on one wall. Otherwise the lab was empty, save for a computer in the corner, the same twirling helix logo as the elevator bouncing across the screen. Stepping out, they walked further down the hall before stopping in front of a room labeled Hydroponics 3. Opening the door, the three men were greeted with row after row of large bushy plants, a small breeze blowing across them as the red and blue LEDs glowed above them. Suddenly, Elias noticed a shoe peeking out from behind the last plant in the row. Silently, he motioned at the other two men and pointed at the end, holding his gun at the ready. The three men glided in silence towards the end of the room before finally turning the corner. “Don’t move! Hands where I can see them and lay flat on the ground!” Elias commanded, aiming the gun directly at the face of the man crouching behind the plants. “Fuck! Please don’t tell me you’re one of them,” the man cried out, holding his hands up. The man on the ground fell backwards, slamming his ass on the ground as he shivered. His business suit was missing an arm, and the white undershirt below was half ripped off, the hastily loosened tie looked rumpled as if someone had grabbed it hard during a fight. Sweat covered his forehead as he looked back and forth rapidly between the three men. A name badge hung loosely off the lapel of the suit. Elias looked down, reading the name tag; Johnathan Blaine, Military Corporate Liaison, it plainly stated, the photo on it showing the same man before him, albeit with a smirk on his face and wearing a different suit. “Please, don’t shoot. I’m not one of them! We have to get out of here or they’ll find us,” the man blubbered, looking between the three. “Recon 1, survivor in Hydroponics Lab 3. Recommendations, Commander?” Zero asked, turning his head slightly as he talked with his hand to the earpiece radio. “Oh, thank god! You’re military! I work with the military here, you’re here to save me, right?” the man asked, his voice jittery and nervous. “I’m Jack. I called and you came. We can leave. Nothing left. I knew my father wouldn’t leave me here. They said he would… but I knew…. I KNEW….” Elias stood silently for a second as he thought back to the mission brief, trying to remember the names on it. A tiny flicker of unease and simultaneous dread suddenly settled on him. “We’re coming to you, stay in place,” Gravestone’s voice replied sternly on the radio. “He look like he’s infected?" “Your father? Why would your father send in the military?” Tex asked warily. “He’s the CEO’s son. I remember the name from the brief,” Elias said, finally piecing it together. “Unknown. Seems very jittery and is sweating, has some torn clothing, but seems like he’s otherwise fine, just… acting really off,” Zero replied, still loosely holding the gun aimed at the rumpled man. “I swear, I’m fine. They tried to catch me but I got away,” Jack anxiously explained, sniffling occasionally and trying to get up and show his bare arm. “See! Look! Not a scratch! I didn’t even let them kiss me, cuz I’m not a dirty homo like him.” Elias’s expression changed almost imperceptably to mild surprise. “We said don’t move and stay on the ground!” Tex suddenly barked, aiming the gun intensely at the man, pressing the barrel hard into the man’s chest, causing him to clamp his mouth shut and slump back to the ground. “Please, you have to believe me,” Jack moaned, scooting slightly away until his back hit the wall of glass behind him. “I don’t have the teeth! Even my skin is skin color!” “Just… stay down. We’ll let you back up once we have a medic check you out,” Elias said, looking around for a brief moment before nudging Tex with his elbow. Elias motioned his head over at the large white machine on the counter to the right of the man. “Is that a mass spectrometer on the counter, sir?” Elias asked, turning his attention back at the man and motioning his gun toward the machine. “I… I don’t know… that’s something the eggheads in the labs could tell you… but they can’t help you now… they’re all smilers now,” Jack said, twitching a little as he spoke. “Yeah, looks like a top of the line model,” Tex said, glancing over at the machine. “Which you would think the boss would know. Guy’s acting… fuck, I don’t know.” “Yeah… Tex, let’s go start running the samples in the machine,” Elias said, aiming the gun at Jack. “Zero, give the man a bottle of water. You can take it from my bag.” Zero nodded, getting to work grabbing the bottle of water from the side holder, before tossing it at the man, who quickly opened the bottle and gulped the contents down before tossing it to the side. Jack brought his knees to his chest and started rocking back and forth, scratching at his arms occasionally and looking around at the ceiling, his eyes darting around. Jack began to mutter to himself. “Not here. Safe from the spit. Have to hide. No Jack, no lab, no monsters, no no no no no…” To Elias and Tex, Jack’s prattle was indistinct but audible, and continuous like a fugue state. Zero kept his weapon trained on the delirious man. Tex and Elias stepped over to the mass spectrometer, quickly trying to get it working. “Fucker seems truly out of his gourd,” Tex whispered, pulling out the two samples and quickly opening the tops as Elias grabbed a testing tray. “‘My skin is skin color… I don’t have the teeth? I wouldn’t let them kiss me?’ He’s not really making much sense. Clearly is a homophobe. And what the fuck did he mean about smilers? And spit?” “I don’t know,” Elias sighed, watching as Tex took a pipette and quickly added the samples in before putting them in the machine. “He almost acts like he’s on something. Drugs, maybe? A psychotic break?” The machine whirred to life and began to analyze the sample’s chemical composition. “I’d almost say he looks like a junkie looking for his next fix…” Tex replied, his shoulders slumped. “I mean, look at the signs: Sweaty, super agitated and looks like he hasn’t slept in a few days. Probably hallucinating. Keeps twitching, too. I mean, we’ll need Patch to do a work up on him, but… yeah, I think he’s coming down off something.” A loud knock broke the tense silence, causing Tex and Elias to jump. “Don’t let him in! I- I need a flashlight. He controls them with his mind, you know. And he looks like you and me, but he’s not. A smiler too, but he doesn’t have their eyes!” Jack moaned, rocking back and forth even faster, hugging his knees tight against himself, and hiding his face in his knees. “Cavalry’s here,” Zero said quietly, looking over at the door as the team quickly entered the lab.

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 ?

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 💦

Pt 2 ? 😈

I love to wear a jockstrap and harness most of the time, but if the top wants me naked that's hot too!

It was Thursday when I became aware of what day it was for the first time, and sitting up in bed I saw Damian’s rucksack leaning against the wall. On the bedside tables were some bottles of water and lucozade, along with a few packets of tablets. Needing the loo I wearily got up and headed into the bathroom, and only noticed as I dried my hands that there were now two bath towels hanging on the rail side by side. As I came back into the bedroom and looked around, it was clear that Damian had been staying here. I put on some pyjamas and went downstairs, finding there was a glass by the sink but the place was otherwise tidy. I opened the dishwasher to see it had been recently run, full of pans and crockery I had not used recently, and then when I opened the fridge I saw it was full of food and drinks. I glanced outside to see a rather full ashtray sitting on the table, and a drying rack out with a load of my clothes hanging on it plus some that I figured must be his. Yes, he had definitely been staying here, and he had been looking after both the place as well as me apparently. Despite being so lacking in energy, my heart still managed a little flutter. I grabbed a glass of water and slumped down on the sofa, where I sat for a little while trying to rehydrate. I still felt pretty rough, but had no interest in going back upstairs as I had aches in my body consistent with having been in bed for too long. It was while I was sitting there that the front door opened, and Damian came in dressed in his hi-viz uniform and clutching a full Sainsbury’s bag. “Oh” he said, seeing me as he walked into the kitchen. “You’re up.” “Yeah” I croaked. “Man, you look so much better” he said, standing in front of me. “You were pretty fucking rough before.” “Have you been here?” I asked. “All week” he said. “Hope that’s OK. Thought I better look out for you.” “Oh” I said. “I saw you had two sets of keys by the door” he continued, “so I’ve been using one of them.” He held the keys out to me to take, but I waved them away. “That’s OK” I said. “I mean, I can’t believe you stayed. Thank you.” “I did this to you” he said. “Was fucking rough being on my own when it happened to me, so I wanted to look out for you.” I smiled up at him, then patted the sofa next to me. He sat down, and I leaned over onto him. He put his arm round me, and I closed my eyes for a bit as we sat in silence. “You hungry?” he whispered after a while. “A little” I said, sitting up. The next few minutes I just watched him sorting us both out some plates of plain toast with a few cut up vegetables, before I hauled myself to the dining table. He made me drink a glass of something that had extra electrolytes in it for hydration, and then helped me move outside to sit in the sun for a bit for some much-needed vitamin D. Soon I was tired again and he took me back upstairs to rest, leaving me to it once I was settled in bed while he went back downstairs. When I woke up again later I felt quite a bit better than before, and after settling me on the sofa with another electrolyte drink and some biscuits, Damian went up to shower and change. He then joined me downstairs, and we sat outside in the warm evening air while we chatted and he smoked. Listening to him just talking about life ‘on the bins’ I realised how much I liked having him around, how wrong it turned out I had been to hide valuables in the loft, and what a complete departure this had all been from what had started as a quick and dirty blowjob in my hallway that first time he had come round. He wasn’t at all the person he made out he was when he had first started pursuing me. I got back to full health over the next couple of days, with Damian continuing to just run the house without ever giving me the impression he had any problem with that. Laundry got done, the bed got changed, food continued to be bought, and he just took really good care of me around his work shifts. Then, on the Friday afternoon, he said it was time to go off to a clinic to confirm things, and with butterflies in my stomach I went with him to a health centre a short bus ride away. He brought me back later after my positive result, and got us some beers as we sat in the garden. He stayed silent, letting me be the first to speak. “It feels kind of right” I eventually said, after lighting up a cigarette. “I mean, my brain is all over the place a bit, but I’m not upset about it.” “Same for me” he said. “Thought loads about telling people and shit like that, but never got angry or nothing.” “How old were you?” I asked, realising he had never told me that part. “Just turned 20” he said. “Went out with my mates on my 18th, but lost them in a club. We were so fucked up. Then I was out in the alley at the back getting fucked for the first time. Just kept taking loads sometimes after that. Almost can’t believe it took two whole years to get pozzed.” “Wow” I said. “I was always safe before. Only barebacked with my second boyfriend, and we were both on prep.” “Why did you stop taking it?” he asked. “Don’t know” I replied, “I just did. When he dumped me I think I just lost confidence or something. Only hooked up with a couple of guys since then, and the last one was a year ago.” “You serious?!” he asked, wide eyed. “Yeah” I said. “Focused on buying this place and making it how I wanted it, plus my work.” “But no sex for a whole year?!” he asked again. “Only wanking and dildos” I replied, smirking at him. “Fucking hell” he said. “No wonder you were so hungry for my cock.” I laughed out loud, before catching myself when I realised the neighbours could probably hear everything if they were outside too. Then I felt myself think ‘fuck it, so what?’, deciding not to usher us indoors. We carried on chatting, before a slightly serious look took over his face and he went quiet. “Listen” he said. “You make me fucking hot, and I mean it. I know you probably had me down as some fucking fantasy, slumming it with a stinky bin man, but I like you.” “I like you too” I said, smiling at him. “No, I mean, I like you” he said, his face scrunching up a bit. I leaned over and put my hand on his. “I know what you’re saying” I said, “and I like you that way too. Yeah, at first it was fun being your dirty lunchtime whore to use, but we both know it isn’t that anymore.” He nodded, but still looked serious. “I don’t want to hurt you” he eventually said. “OK” I replied, waiting to see where this was going. “I mean, I want to keep doing this” he continued, “but I think I need other stuff too.” “You mean you want to fuck other guys?” I said, giving him a smile even though he wasn’t looking at me. “Sort of” he said. “I mean, I think I just want it to be you I fuck, but I want to get fucked too.” “I do top” I said, “but I get what you’re saying.” “And?” he asked. “Well” I said, “I reckon there’s no point in me being pozzed up and free if I can’t have some fun with it, so I think I want to get back out there too and have some fun.” He looked up at me with his eyebrows raised. “Yeah?” he said. “Yeah” I replied, smiling. “How about you show me these places you go to get loaded up.” His big grin returned, and I leaned over to him. He leaned in too and we planted our lips on each others, kissing deeply. We hardened as we made out, and eventually went back inside and up to bed. He fucked me hard and bred me, but then after a rest he got on all fours and stared into my eyes. That first time topping him was incredible, his lean and muscular body aching for the feel of me inside of him, and as I sped up to the peak he cried out for me to give him my first ever poz load. —————— He may be ten years my junior and from a completely different background, but it just works. He is tidy, organised, never complains, and keeps me satisfied with both fucking and affection. The bedsit is long gone, with him fitting right into this small and strange house with me. He buys in food and other household stuff sometimes, but I refused any assistance on the mortgage or bills so that he could stop having to exhaust himself with landscaping work in the afternoons. I didn’t realise how insecure he had actually felt before given how relaxed he always came off, but with the threat of going broke at any moment now gone, he’s using his extra free time to work towards getting his HGV licence so he can apply to become a driver instead of a loader. He likes where he works, saying it feels like a properly useful thing that everyone needs, and I do often envy him as I find myself dealing with client bullshit that just seems so pointless. He’s opened up over the last couple of years, revealing some of the darker times he had endured, first with his fireman father dying in service when he was eight, and the stepdad that followed beating him senseless after finding a copy of Attitude in the room he shared with his younger brother. His mum had kicked her second husband to the kerb for that, and Damian had repaid her by putting some effort in to helping her run the house. But a third husband eventually followed, and Damian had decided to get away for his own space rather than risk more problems, even if he struggled day to day to actually afford it. In short, he had lived a lot of life already, which is probably one of the reasons why we worked well together despite the age gap. As he settled in to living with me, he gradually let himself unwind from all the stress he had endured, and his relaxed and smiley demeanour became more natural than it had been before. I, in turn, relaxed into him, shedding the baggage of being dumped twice by men I loved, and losing all traces of how uptight I had become. Fridays or Saturdays are when we usually go off for some fun elsewhere, and I have really taken to that world. He doesn’t have individual hookups anymore, instead choosing which sauna, club or park we’re going to head for to see what we can get up to together. At clubs or saunas we often roam around individually at least some of the time, but when we go to an al fresco venue we always end up bent over next to each other and I just fucking love it. Making out with him while we get used by a bunch of strangers is the best. I now proudly sport a large biohazard tramp stamp, and am also getting cool designs on my upper arms gradually filled in. The pig in me has really come out, with thick silver hoops in each nipple along with a heavy gauge Prince Albert that I rarely remove. Damian hasn’t added anything else permanent to his own body, but when off the clock he now dazzles in a massive silver chain and matching bracelets that I bought him for his 25th birthday. He was really hesitant about them at first, not because he didn’t like them but because he’s got a real bee in his bonnet about this not being some stereotypical sugar daddy situation between us. Fortunately I managed to convince him that this was just me finally giving him a gift to reflect the one he had given me, and that the bling was going to be in lieu of us being able to holiday anywhere that year given I in no way make enough money to be a sugar daddy. Satisfied, he had put it all on, sprung an immediate hard-on and then fucked me senseless, and even now when he sometimes dons it all after his post-shift shower it makes him so horny that I end up getting roughly fucked and bred. I am often bent over my laptop still sending emails while he ploughs into me. That said, we are a bit more versatile at home now, with him wanting me to penetrate him when he’s either having a relapse of his past insecurity, or if he just wants my piercing to be doing a number on his insides. The one thing that has stayed constant is the bin round breaktime routine. Even if my hole is still throbbing from an early morning rutting before he headed off to work, without fail in the late morning of every weekday, I am to be found bent over the stairs in our hallway taking one hell of a pounding. His sweaty mid-shift scent and hi-viz vest do it for me every time, and we both love these regular throwbacks to where it all started. Damian came into my life, binned it, and made me who I am today. This, my friends, is what true love is all about…

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

Daddy said he would be right back but that we could have fun while he was gone. The jock took the bong and reloaded it and made me kneel in front of him and the camera could see both of us. He lit the torch and had me inhale and said to hold it. Then told me to blow it over his dick and start blowing him. He put the bong down and one time I was going down on him he forcefully held my head down until I was breathing his pubes and held me there. I tried to swallow and could feel my throat hugging his dick. I was choking but I was loving it and was trying to get more of it inside me. Eventually he let me out for air. I kept blowing him and every now and then he would hold me just like that. Tears were coming out and I was drooling and breathing snot. Producing so much saliva. The feeling of running out of air was so hot to me my dick had gotten hard in spite of the T. The spit was falling down my chin into my chest mixing with the lube. The jock scooped up some of that spit from my mouth and chin, rubbed it across my chest and abs and used it as lube to stroke my dick. He laid down on a couch next to the bed and told me to sit on his face and suck his dick. I did that and he stuck his tongue in me, chewed on my hole, and spread my cheeks apart, sticking fingers and tongue. He was doing so much it was driving me wild and making it easier to throat his dick. He stuck his nose in my ass and then moved the stubble on his chin up and down my hole making me moan. He moved one hand to push my head down and again held me firmly and I was loving it, instead of resisting I was wrapping my arms around his body to push myself more onto his cock. we did this for what felt like hours. The jock told me to get on the sling and attached the restraints so I couldn’t move my hands or feet. And then he produced this gas mask with a long hose he put it on me and capped the hose it would be a little while before I ran out of air but I could feel it happening in the meantime he pulled out a baggy and took a shard and pushed it inside my ass I could see all this on the big screen and even though I felt I was suffocating and started to wrestle with the restraints, I could see my dick was rock hard and dripping precum the jock uncapped the hose and I felt cool air come in and took a few deep drags. He started stroking my dick with one hand and using three fingers from his other hand rotating it and stretching my hole and I was bucking my ass trying to get more of his hand in me

The two dicks had me stretched out so much. I couldn’t move. The g and t had me flying high and the pleasure of the two dicks going in and out had me so hard and then I started to feel I was getting close and I got tight and I could feel they were getting close too. I felt their dicks swell up. Daddy was biting my neck and the jock was making out with me while choking my throat hard with his hands. I started to cum and felt them flooding me. We laid piled up while we caught our breaths. The jock asked if we wanted to come to his place. Daddy asked me what I thought. I felt their dicks soften a bit and slid out. And cum and sweat was dripping everywhere. I said I needed a break to shower and get some air. We hit the showers together and lots of other guys which probably heard us fucking where looking at us thirsting. i was thinking about what had just happened. I had never done meth (I still didn’t know I had done g so I thought the whole effect was the meth) but I had enjoyed the fuck out of this. My ass was sore. I had been here for almost the entire eight hours so I knew we had to leave but I also knew I wanted more. I told the jock and the daddy I wanted more. They smiled and they said, well take care of you boy. we rinsed off, dried out, got dressed and left we went back to the city and went into this huge apartment that had large master bedroom with a sling over the bed the daddy gave me a glass of juice and said this has some g in it like the gatorades, have some you already like it, I was kind of liking that he had tricked me into doing drugs and was grateful that they knew what and how much to give me. the jock brought out some leather cuffs and he put them on my ankles and wrists, “well use this through the night”then he brought out a bong and hand it to me and told me to smoke until I finished the bowl Then he turned to the desk in front of the bed and there was a huge screen on top of it. He logged on to a zoom room and all of a sudden there were a lot of squares showing various rooms like ours with naked guys fucking or smoking or just hanging out. I saw we were on one of the squares. We looked hot. The daddy with a cock ring around his uncut 9” cock and had put on a leather harness. The jock had a muscled hairy chest and he was also hard showing an 8” cock had taken a bottle of lube and started pouring it all over my body. I’m slim and you could see him rubbing it over my six pack. My dick had gone soft even though I was horny as fuck so they told me to put on a jockstrap. I was watching all this while taking bigger and bigger hits of the bong and the room was covered in a huge cloud.

Let me write my experience after visiting Tokyo. I went on a Saturday night around 10pm and left at 5am in the morning. This is the most unique bathhouse I've ever been. There was a mixed of Japanese and foreigners. I would say most people were 30+, ranging from muscular to chubby. Everyone fucks bare here. No one asks for condom and no one asks you to pull out (unlike in Korea where guys are OK with fucking raw, but they won't want you to cum inside). In fact, not only in 24 Kaiken but in the whole of Japan everyone fucks raw. The way Japanese guys approach sex is like if STDs and VIH didn't exist. They don't ask for your status, or for condoms; they always want it raw and for you to cum as deep as possible in them. And surprisingly, PrEP is not available in Japan. 24 Kaiken is a building with several stories. Reception is on the second floor. Third floor is the locker room. Fourth floor is the bathing area with traditional japanese sit-down shower area, hot and cold pools plus a jacuzzi. There are also separate shower cubicles past this area. The shower cubicles are used for sex too (I bred a very beautiful Japanese guys in one of them). Next to the shower cubicles, there are two steamrooms, and a dry sauna. People fucks in there. Fifth and sixth floors are interconnected rooms with "tatami" and bunk beds. This is the main cruising area. Besides the normal "eye contact" method used around the world when cruising, some guys will lie down on the beds and pretend to be sleeping, then other people will go to "molest" them. I also saw some small groups of sex. I remember one where a young twinky btm was being fucked by 4-5 older guys. People having sex in front of others were something I only saw at 24 Kaiken. I visited other sex clubs in Tokyo and Osaka, and they would no engage in public sex in those cruise clubs, but in 24 Kaiken the sex was so "communal". When someone was being fucked, other people would go to help and encourage you. I remember one time, I was fucking a japanese twink but it was having issues taking my size, so he was using his hands to block me from going too deep. Someone saw that and he went and grabbed the hands of the twink, so I could fucking him the way I wanted. It really felt like a "cumunion". I really recommend everyone to visit 24 Kaiken Shinjuku because it'll be a very different experience than Western bathhouses. I also recommend to visit some local sex clubs because these sex clubs are specialized in specific demographics. For instance, a sex club only for muscular guys, another for bears, and so on.

Nice, horny set up

Took me a while to get into bottoming. I topped exclusively for years. I met this hot fit bald guy who had kids and a wife in a toysrus parking lot. He hopped in my car and I drove us up to a discreet spot I knew. This guy was super hot and chiseled like a greek god. The second he talked I knew he was at least bi if not fully gay and living a double life. His voice was really high and feminine. Anyways, I started sucking him and he was loving it. I kept saying how bad I wanted to feel him inside me. Was able to convince him to breed me in my back seat. I rode his cock and got him fully naked halfway through. We made out a bunch while he was fucking me then blew his load in my ass. After that I started to bottom more and more till I almost became exclusively bottom for years. Some people start off living it bug other grow into it for sure. I envy all the really young guys who bottom all the time, I missed oug on some really hot cock in my early years

Vacker !!!!!!!! (or, Beautiful, in English)

He followed me right into the bathroom. There was a guy washing his hands already in there but this didn't diswade the attendant one bit. He grabbed me and pushed me into an empty stall. Having latched the door he spun me around, leaned me against the stall wall, embraced me from behind and started opening my pants. He hissed in my ear ; "The smell of your toxic cum filled hole has driven me crazy horny from the moment you boarded my plane. Time for me to mount you. " His raw cock was breaching my hole in no time. "I knew it. Nice and cum lubed for me. " He smiled as my ass was pounded. "Yeah, but how do you know it's poz?" I questioned. "I was at the same bathhouse as you last night. I saw all the biohazard and scorpion tattoos breeding you in the sling. And you had that freshly fucked glow of a cumdump as you boarded this morning. I figured you got fucked and bred all night. " "Bingo, you've got my number." I replied. "And here's another load to add to your count." He unloaded deep in me, pulled up his pants, and exited the stall before I caught my breath. He must have let the pilot and co-pilot in on my secret because they pushed into the stall as he left. The pilot dropped his pants and underwear as the co-pilot fastened the door. The pilots cock was very thick so took lots of work to get into my well lubricated hole. Turned out it was also long as by the time he bottomed out I felt extremely full. Thankfully it was not long until he to was dumping his load. The co-pilot was in me in a flash and laid on a rapid fuck with lots of juicy squishy sounds. He had not bothered to latch the door so a few guys came by to watch the show before he to was draining his balls into my intestines. "Thanks bud!" And he was gone. I decided to stay bent over, ass out, in case anyone else decided to take a turn. But the bathroom was soon empty. I pulled myself together, retrieved my bags from the carousel and Jeff was waiting for me with a big smile and hug. I had sent him the video of me breeding Chuck as well as the news someone had beaten me to the job of pozing the young cub. Jeff was incredibly pleased. He didn't mind the idea of having a poz brother, he just wanted to be the first to be gifted and stung by my newly toxic load. He had a thousand questions about what it was like for me to have a week of recharging loads. He ended up moving in with me temporarily and we fucked morning, noon and night. I began to feel like a prize race horse stallion breeding my philly. Two weeks in Jeff took violently ill. Where he found the energy to invite every other toxic poz man he knew to come and dump their variety of the virus into his fever ravaged body I'll never know. It seemed there was a steady stream for the next three days. When he had recovered enough he packed his things and assured me how grateful he was and how he had every intention to not be a pest. I never heard from Chuck again, and Jeff, true to his word has been a perfect gentleman. Every now and then we get together, mostly for him to breed me, but otherwise we happily live our separate lives. Three weeks after knowing I had pozzed Jeff I had the urge to inseminate at least one more guy. I'd let the young chaser from Scruff convince me to take a med vacation, I might as well poz once more before going back on the meds. I considered seeing if I could find someone on 'breeding zone' or 'bbrt' but realized I really wanted to talk a guy into going bareback and relenting to take the chance of getting knocked up. With this in mind I booked into a nearby clothing optional gay campground. With my tent erected and site set up I went to the pool with a large insulated mug of vodka and tonic. Heavy on the vodka. The sun felt fantastic on my face, shoulders, chest, stomach, groin and legs. I was soon immersed in a great chat with the couple in the chaislounges beside mine. A handsome silver haired bear of a daddy and his gorgeous young cub son. It took no time for this chat to get very flirty and I had to dive in the pool to cool my jets and keep my chubby from being too obvious. The daddy soon joined me and was playing with my hardening cock under the water. "So," he wondered, "you seem like the kind of guy that would be interested in playing with me and my boy. Do I have that right?" "You certainly do." I eagerly responded. "Then let's go to the play area in the woods." He offered. "OK, I'm game." We didn't bother with towels. Stark naked we made our way into the woods. The touching started before we were even near the play area structures. Daddies hand on my bare ass. Son's lips kissing my shoulder. My grasp of the Son's now rigid 7 inches. There was no one else there so we made our way directly to the roofed area with the slings. I crouched down and took their hard ons into my mouth. First the son, then Daddies solid thick 8 inches. As I savored daddy one of his fingers found and traced my hole. I moaned my pleasure and pushed back to be sure his didgit penetrated me. "Fuck yeah son, we've got ourselves an eager bottom here. Grab some condoms and lube there. Let's give this guy what he needs." The boy headed for the container on the post. I emptied my mouth and spoke up, "If you want to give this bottom what he needs you only need lube, but even then just spit will suffice." "Wow cowboy " reacted the daddy, "We only play safe with strangers, tempting as your hairy ass is. Right son?" The cub sounded a bit disappointed , "Yes daddy, that's right. Sorry bud. " "Fair enough guys." And as I started to walk away , "If you change your minds you'll find me and my eager ass around camp somewhere. Have fun. " "Hold up, hold up " said daddy as he grasped my forearm. Then to his son, "You sounded disappointed son, do you want to take his ass the way you take mine? Skin on skin. " "You know how much you like it daddy. Don't you want to watch me fuck this eager guy. We promised ourselves we'd stretch our limits this weekend if we got a chance. Here's our chance. " "Yeah but ... " protested the daddy. "But what, Dad? You know how much you love it raw. You know how much I love being inside you with nothing between us. This guys eager, we can both raw fuck him. You'd like that wouldn't you?" This last question clearly directed at me. "Like it? I'd fuckin love it!" "See daddy. Please?" His dad smiled; "OK, you better rim this nice man's ass. You heard him. He just wants spit for lube. " The cub had been well tutored and went right to work. Dad moved in for a deep kiss and we rubbed each other's furry chest and bellies. When the cub stood and pushed his cock into me his dad's mouth moved to my ear; "So is that what you need slut?" "Oh yeeaaaaah!" I moaned. The boy gave me a good pounding as daddy and I continued to make out. Then it was the young man's turn to lean into my ear. "I'm ready to cum. Where do you want it?" "Where do you want to give it!" I moaned back. "Breed him son, breed the slut." He was already unloading inside me. "My turn slut!" And daddy was forcing his big tool into my slippery hole. As dad fucked me son sucked me for a bit. Without warning he stood and backed his young hole onto my rigid cock. I was deep inside him before I remembered my status. This raw fuck sandwich felt phenomenal, I didn't want to interrupt it with talk but felt I should. The cub was first to speak. "Damn daddy his raw cock is almost as good as yours." Dad spoke next as he continued fucking me, "A little late now, but I'm assuming you are clean. Right?" "Well you shouldn't make assumptions." I interjected "What the fuck! Why didn't you tell us sooner?" "It's your job to ask if you care. Nothing to worry about if your son is on PreP. " I noticed the young man was enjoying the fuck and not pulling off. "Are you on PreP son?" "No, but please don't stop yet. Your cock feels too good." "But I'm poz and not on meds. This is a toxic cock in your vulnerable ass." To my surprise he neither pulled away, and even more surprising dad kept raw fucking me. "Don't breed my boy. I'm close, let me finish in you. Then get the hell out of him. Aurgh ... yeah .... there you go ... take my load.... " I knew my ass flooding would soon push me over the top. I was cumming as I hurriedly pulled out of the cub. Most of my load was dripping around his vulnerable hole. I was tempted to push back in but the son's words stopped me. "Fuck that was close dad! So fuckin hot though. Toxic Poz raw cock in my ass. I had no idea it would be such a turn on. Good thing you told him to pull out. I was too lost in the excitement. Fuck! He could have just knocked me up! Holy Fuck! Close call. " "Too close for my comfort son. Let's get out of here. " And they were gone. There was still no one around. I thought I might jerk off another load but ultimately decided against that. I saw father and son at the dance later that same night. The son came over to flirt with me when his dad was off I assumed at the bathroom. "Fuck man, that was awesome earlier. I can't stop thinking about it. What do you think, did any of your toxic cum unload in me?" He was clearly flirting. I flirted back, "The first blast definitely escaped before I had time to pull out completely. " "Fuck yeah ! I thought so. I've been holding it in just in case. ... Not that I want to be infected. Don't get me wrong. The risk is just so fuckin hot. I'm so horny for your cum." I kissed him on the lips. Then I asked; " Do you want to ramp up the danger? We could sneak off and I could breed you a full toxic load. You could take your chances ." He lit up like a Christmas tree; "Holy fuck, that's so fuckin twisted." He pulled my hand down to feel his hardness in the crotch of his pants . That's when I saw his daddy returning. "Break it up you two flirting Homos. Come on son. I'm done. Let's return to our trailer. Looks like you could use some attention down there. " He pointed at the young man's crotch. With kisses all around they left and I kept dancing for the next hour. A few guys flirted with me but I decided to return to the play area. Unlike earlier in the day there was lots of activity. Guys sucking. Guys fucking. Groups groping. One guy in the sling with three guys taking turns raw dogging him. It was just after I watched him take his second load up the ass that the son from the couple came up behind me . His arms wrapped me in a hug from behind. My flesh tinglled as he whispered in my ear. "I just fucked, bred and tucked daddy in. I can't stop thinking about you so I snuck out when he started snoring. I checked your campsite and figured I 'd find you here. Am I too late?" "Too late for what?" I queried. "To get your second load? Except I want it all shot inside. Breed me your toxic babies. " "Are you sure you want me to knock you up?" I shot back. "No, I don't want to get knocked up. But I've got to feel your entire dangerous load in me. The little taste earlier convinced me I need the risk. That I'm cheating on daddy just makes it all the more delicious." He was soon on his knees with my rod probing his tonsils. When it was good and wet he stood and leaned against a post. As I moved in and lined up with his hole I asked, "Are you sure you are not on PreP?" 'I am sure. " "Are you sure you want my raw toxic poz cock in your vulnerable ass?" "YES!" I was inside him. "You know it's too late to back out now? Even if you beg me I'm not pulling out 'til I breed you deep. " "Fuck yeah, it's too late, now fuck me, breed me, fill me with your poz babies. Quickly before I change my mind. " "I'm close kid. Tell me what you want. Tell me you want me to knock you up!" By now a crowd had gathered to watch and listen. "Knock him up daddy!" "Poz his cheating ass!" "Breed his stupid ass!" "I'm so fuckin close kid. One last chance ... tell me what you want..." "Shit. Are you really toxic?" "Yeah" "Fuck, then pull out, pull out now!" It was too late. I was already blasting deep into his vulnerable guts. His knowledge that I was toxic, and his failed last second attempt to withdraw his permission turned up the intensity of my orgasm . The crowd cheered and the young man was crying. I spoke to the cub; "Look I'd apologize, but I gave you lots of warning. " "I know, I know. " He sobbed "I'm just scared to death, but I don't regret a thing. Holy fuck, I've got your hot toxic babies inside me. I don't want to be pozzed, but I 'm so fuckin turned on. " I was then distracted by a big raw cock tapping at my back door. I helped it find it's way inside and got lost in the fuck. By the time this guy blasted in me the cub was gone. I stayed around for three more fucks and five more loads. I was exhausted and very happy when I fell naked on top of my sleeping bag. I kept dreaming over and over again about the moment of blasting my toxic load into the cub. I was so thankful I'd given myself over to possibly poz one more guy before restarting my meds. Just before sunrise I was awakened by my cock being sucked. It was the cub. Without a word he spooned his ass into my now hard raw cock. In no time I was unloading again. He was once again crying as he left before the sun was fully up. "I don't know what's gotten into me. I'm so scared. But I can't stop myself. And I'm so fuckin horny for your poz cum in my ass. So fuckin horny. " Over the rest of the weekend he found every opportunity to slip away and cheat with me. He took 7 more of my unmedicated loads before I packed up camp. He gave me his profile name for his Squirt account and although we didn't contact each other I did watch his account and felt an inner warmth and satisfaction when his status info changed from negative to poz, unmedicated! I knew I could get back on my meds and my strain could still get spread. What a pozing adventure that Scruff contact had led me into. I smiled at my self to think the first guy had wanted me to gift him and claim him as my slave. Paradoxically I had become his poz slave, if only for a while. I knew I could never say never to a med vacation if another young cub persuaded me to knock him up. To hell with my former standards.

I'm an evil twink. My latest conquest was a muscled Italian stud with a gold wedding band. Nothing gets me hornier than being a straight married man's side piece. Knowing he has a wife and kids at home sends me over the edge. He has been coming over to my place every week for the past couple months straight from his office. And I wait for him ass up, ready to take a pounding. The problem was that he doesn't trust me enough to fuck raw. I dreamt of his huge thick Italian cock sliding in my pink raw hole. It's all I'd been craving. After he'd leave, every time I'd rummage like a raccoon through the waste basket for his used condom. I have eaten it, tried pouring it into my hole, and even inserted the dirty rubber in my hungry hole. Not the same. Anyone remember Mark Bentson's famous top ten stealthing tips? I loved reading his site iblastinside back in the day. There were two tips for bottoms that I felt tempted to try. "If you control the condom, you control the whole trick. Condom brand selection can be the most difficult but luckily there’s always someone giving some away for free, either at sex clubs or doctor’s offices. Grab a handful. I find the colorful generic Durex brand brings me the most luck. Generally, you can’t find the bulk ones, but I did at Drugstore.com where there’s some variety packs there. My favorite seem to be Durex Rainbow Color. OPTION 1 The season (at least in the Northern Hemisphere) is getting perfect to begin preparation. Put your condoms in your car for a few days, especially if you can sit them on your dashboard. Then bring them inside and put them into your freezer straight from the extreme heat. Then take them back outside to the car. Doing this a few times — extreme heat, extreme cold — really breaks them down but only once or twice helps. OPTION 2 Pinpricks through the wrapper and the condom if you don’t have the time or patience to switch off with the extreme temperature technique is also fine. I recommend getting a very small pin and only poking though the side with the printing on the condom wrapper. If you are careful, this leaves the see-through side intact; tampering there is more likely to be seen." I performed both options on the only pack of condoms I had. Now for the next step. "Yes, bottoms can stealth, as many of them told me. But in many cases, they aren’t in the driver’s seat, so to speak, since they cede control to the top. However, here’s a few things a bottom can do if there’s options to do so. First and foremost, get rid of all condom-safe lubricants but not the bottles they came in (maybe not all… when you do have the barebacker over, you might prefer one). Fill up these “safe for condom use” bottles with oil or petroleum lubricants. Now let’s say you’re going to his place to use his condoms and his lube. After you’re all cleaned out, take a nice glob of petroleum jelly and coat your insides. By the time you’re there, your pussy will be dripping for him (and won’t be a very friendly environment for condoms)." The next time my Italian stud was due to come over, I fingered my hole with a giant glob of Vaseline. My little twink cock stiffed up at the thought of getting his bare dick. I couldn't help but moan while I lubed myself. Naughty boy. My man finally arrived, straight from his work, dressed in his suit and tie. "Come here you sexy fucker." He growled while hastily undressing. I kissed him deeply, cupping his strong jaw and holding him close, as his large hands groped my body, finding my pert ass. "Daddy I missed you." I said between kisses. "I miss your hot mouth, son." He smirked as he pushed my head down to his crotch. "Daddy loves your holes." I moaned as I worked his cock, swallowing his thick girthy cock deep and sucking like a pro. "Good boy," he said as I looked up at him with my mouth wrapped around his dick. He tapped my cheek and signaled me to the bed, while grabbing one of my prepared condoms from the nightstand. I got on all fours with my jockstrapped ass in the air, anxiously looking back to see how he was making out with the tampered condom. He seemed to have put it on without issue and lubed it up. Game time. He slipped his cock in with some effort, but finally he got to pounding my ass doggy. I took a hit of poppers and melted into the bed, my hole eagerly accepting each thrust. My ass clapped as his hips slammed against me, his sweat mixing with the lube. Heaven. I prayed that he wouldn't notice when the condom broke. Not wanting to risk getting caught, I thought maybe cowboy would be a better position. I signaled for him to lay down and I managed to see that his dick was still wrapped up before I sat on him. I wonder why it hasn't broken yet. "Take daddy's dick." He instructed. I began to bounce on his lap, thrusting his cock deep in and out. I kept a good rhythm, making sure to clench my ass on each ascent, in an effort to rip the condom off with my ass. We reached a frenzy when I finally felt a snap inside me as I rode him. I watched his face to see if he could tell what happened. As far as I could tell, he didn't notice, but his eyes rolled back into his head and moaned deeply. He was cumming inside me. He held me down on his cock as he unloaded, grunting as each rope of cum coated my guts. I was in cumdump heaven, finally bred and seeded by this hunk of a man. I got what I deserved. After a moment of rest, I got up, making sure to clench my hole to keep everything inside. "Oh shit I think the condom came off." He said, as his cock slipped out of me bare. "Damn really?" I feigned surprise. Still holding his cum and rubber inside me, I promised him that I was healthy and he had nothing to worry about. I kept up the act until he left. Afterwards, I inserted a butt plug to hold his seed inside me, I needed his babies to soak in me as long as possible. Did I feel a little guilty? Yes. But was it worth it? Hell yes! Please don't judge me.