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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 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.

(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

Continued... After loosing my inhibitions, taking out my rage and tantrum-fucking my brother Adam during what I later learned was a live streaming sex-on-demand web streaming channel; my life started a spiral of catastrophic proportions. My supposedly ‘straight’ friends Brad and Jim had apparently been fucking on the downlow for some time and keeping their friends surprisingly in the dark. After being ripped apart by Burt and his biker friends I had a chance meeting with Jim who I pulled aside and blurted WTF? He looked me in the eyes and said we have been friends on a different level for months. He went on to say it was fucked up when people do not know the impact of the drugs they are slinging which left me speechless. Adam and I were not speaking, just communicating by my glares and him ignoring me which made me even madder. The parents realized something was up but had not yet spoken to me about it which was the single silver lining. I was ashamed and appalled that I had stuck my dick in a male asshole doubly so because of the incest embarrassment factor. I was in shock that I had been raped in turn. It took days for my stool to not have blood threads in the toilet. I could not report a sexual assault because I maybe started the whole thing and reporting would bring up the drugs and connect to Burt. After the biker gang rape there was no way I was going to point trouble towards those guys. I was truly in a hole that I had dug for myself. I was ashamed and could not sleep. As my tattered anal fissure got better and my poop returned to normal, I found myself waking after a wet dream and often remembering the awesome orgasms that had shook my whole body as seemingly everyone had their way with me. My Ex Girlfriend was away on her summer internship and I eventually found myself wanking off at least twice a day. I was stressed before, now my life was a wreck. I was distracted, couldn’t focus, couldn’t eat, sleep, and did not dare party. I had forotten Burt's cautions about getting tested and... -Then things got worse. I came down with a summer cold, I had never felt this miserable in my life! I was moping around for a day, then found an envelope on my desk. It was from Adam: Bro, I know you are feeling bad, you should get checked out at the clinic listed below rather than going to our family plan Doc. It had the address and phone number. When I called, I found walk-ins were the following day 10:00 AM to 3:00 PM. Adams note said to ask for a full STI workup. I did not sleep a wink that night. I was at the clinic the following morning as they opened., when it was my turn I was mute and uncommunicative. The receptionist asked if my name was Richard? I was dying of embarrassment but nodded yes. I was handed a clipboard and told to fill it out. The receptionist said testing and screenings are free. It took me a long time to go over the form. Some questions I could not bring myself to answer. After a short wait, a male nurse called my name and I got up. I was led to a cubbyhole where my vitals were taken. The RN explained the labs that were going to occur, pricked my finger with a rapid test kit and gave me instructions walking me trough the wooden stick throat swab, the urine sample cup, and then as I was flushing a deep embarrassed shade of red, he explained how to use the anal swab, break the haft, and seal it in the test tube. Normally we would just swab your cheek, but I was advised a full workup should be done. This finger stick is one test, but we will draw some blood for the tests that take a little longer. I was in an agitated funk as I went to the toilet to do the samples. This was a single story office park, my manic side saw no alternatives to completing the labs, no future expectation on what the future would bring except darkness. After I was done, the RN said wait here, the Doctor needs to do a quick exam, but it will be a bit. After an hour, then two my stomach started grumbling. I had not eaten breakfast and here we were at the lunch hour which was drawing things out more. Finally, A man in a lab coat introduced himself with an unpronounceable name was led into the next room where I was told he needed to do an exam, please drop your trousers and shorts which I did as he gloved up. He lifted and examined my cut cock, looked at my sack, felt my testicles and did the cough test. Then he said turn around and bend over. He spread my cheeks and examined my shitter. His lubed finger went exploring and I flinched and yelped. He pulled out and told me I could get dressed now. He told me I had an anal fissure but it seemed to not be severe. He then said that this clinic can do some rapid tests rapid tests but other testing took longer. He then said when was your last sexual activity? And I stammered out the previous month. “You left a lot of questions unanswered on your forms”, have your recent sexual partners been a single person? I shook my head no, eyes downcast. "Did you know the status of any of these partners (before or after)"? I nodded yes, tears again coming. “Were any of your partners anonymous”? I nodded yes. Can you give me the number of sexual partners you have had in the last three months? Again I shook my head no, eyes averted. Were any of the encounters non-consensual or forced? I glared at him and he added, “would you like to make a report of sexual assault'”? My expression must have changed to pleading as I realized I was cringing and again weeping. You have no reason to fear – the laws are there to protect against predators taking advantage. No? He handed me a tissue box. I can tell you now that the rapid test came back positive for HIV but the full lab results on other STI’s take longer. Rapid Chlamydia tests exist but since we are running a full panel, it is more reliable to wait a little longer. We will need you back in the morning three days from now. Had you come in within a 72 Hour timeframe we could have done a Post Exposure Prophylaxis (PEP for short). The rapid HIV test is reliable but not infallible and only indicates a detection of HIV antibodies. When you return, we should have all your results. Treatments are dictated by knowing specifically what we are dealing with. You did not mark it on the form, have you had your MPOX vaccine and booster within the last year? I nodded yes. We will discuss treatment options at that time but until then but please refrain from sexual contact until you return 3 days from now. Let me stress that if you do not return, I will be required to inform the County Health Department by law. Please nod if you understand. We will also give you some crème for your rectum and schedule a follow up visit for the fissure when we see you in 3 Days. For the flue-like symptoms, it was best to initially use over the counter medications until we know what we are dealing with. It was like he was talking though a blanket, everything was muffled. I left in a daze after he handed me a small tube of something. An instruction label was stuck to the tube. When I got home, I went into the back of the Parents liquor cabinet, grabbed a Rum Bottle, went to the fridge a grabbed a 2 liter coke and picked up a glass. When I got back to my room, I thought what I really needed was some weed but cringed again as I remembered what happened the last time I satisfied my smoking needs. If I had trouble sleeping the night before, I was going to have to apply some external force to get some rest tonight. I drifted into a drunken state just short of pass out drunk. At some point, I was wriggling through a maze of pain and pleasure and then my Mom was calling my name and I realized it was real, the other had been a nightmare. I opened my eyes and woke to a splitting headache and puked on my pillows. “Get yourself cleaned up young man, then we’ll talk about the liquor”. I mumbled a prayer of just kill me now and staggered to the bathroom. After I had showered and taken some aspirin, Mom pointed out as she was taking my temperature that I pulled these types of stunts at College my Scholarship would be pulled for sure. Hah, you look terrible and you are running a temperature so get your stuff, we are going to the Doctor. Startled, I went into high gear response mode and assured her it was just a summer cold or the flu and I convinced her to just let me use some Theraflu and go back to bed then trailed off….. remembering. Mom said I changed your bedlinens this time but you are not a little boy anymore don’t expect a repeat, and we won’t mention the Rum to your Dad OK? I was woozy, felt like shit, and dozed off to disturbing dreams. Back at the Doctors office the next day, another Nurse took an additional blood draw. When I saw the Doctor he said some news is good. These days we do screen for MPOX along with other STI’s. Your MPOX results are unsurprisingly negative it would have likely visually presented considering the timeframes we are talking about, There was no indication of warts and no positive results for your HPV test. Your Hepatitis tests are negative, as are the Chlamydia test. The visual and tactile inspection cannot show a lot, but I expected a negative Gonorrhea test since you had no discharge or pain with urination but those side effects do not always present. You are positive for Syphilis and we will give you some anti-biotics. From your previous reluctance in answering questions, I assume you do not want the prescription on your family health plan but I really do need for your to verify if you have any allergies especially to anti-biotics. I understand that an inquiry to your regular health care provider would cause more problems than it would solve. Be honest. Not allergic? Fine, I’ll write a script. Now for the monster in the room. HIV is not the death sentence it used to be. People live a long and productive life with the disease. There are promising accomplishments on Vaccines which would not matter in this case, as well as progress on treatments and cures. Your heavy Seroconversion symptoms implied what the labs have confirmed. These flu-like symptoms are your body as it is confronted by rapid replication of the Virus. Your CD4 count and other indications indicate repeated Heavy Viral Loads or huge batches of HVL loads of the Virus. Are you sure you do not want to self report? No? I have to ask you again, have you any thoughts of self-harm or thoughts of wishing to go to sleep and not wake up? No? Well, I have referrals to counselling, if necessary, I truly want you to be honest with me -always. Your Viral Loads show a lot of replications between your noted dates of sexual encounter and your first lab draw. I’ll expect you back this time next week for another draw. In The meantime, I have a script for ART Retroviral based on No Hepatitis indicated. HPV can take a long time to present so I know you indicated HPV Vaccine, but please bring your vaccination card / list on your next visit. You mentioned you were starting College so this medical Vaccination record is a perfectly natural thing to ask your family doctor for. I know this is a lot, but the items to remember and consider will be on your discharge paperwork. Despite the heavy overwhelming pile of catastrophic events that had been dumped on me I had the foresight to ask the Doctor if they could avoid sending the bill to my address. He told me not to worry, it has been taken care of and by the way, I’m a real fan….Stat statement went right over my head. In the Doctors building forecourt I was sitting on a bench eyes still watery from having cried myself out. Clutching the discharge notes and lab results when my brother Adam 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". He handed me the ART Prescription back. These are expensive, let’s talk later….. When I got home, I headed for the liquor cabinet. Locked! I changed and went over to Jim’s house who was thankfully in. I begged him for a smoke saying he owed me. Really! Brad and I kept our friends with benefits relations in the closet for a long time. We were happy together! Brad and I have gone on a pharmaceutical break after seeing what it did to you and what your shit did to us and the near disaster it caused. He handed me a DVD. Your kid brother Adam told us he would not do a rape outcry if he could use the footage. The only reasons our faces are blurred is because we did not give permission to use our identities. I hope you are happy with your début! I had not caught up yet – I stammered ‘footage’? He said watch the footage and slammed the door. I wandered home and powered up my laptop. I dropped the DVD in the drive and quickly hit pause because the sound was at the normal setting of LOUD. With my gaming headset plugged in, I directed audio to the headset and hit play…… It started with a nasty stream of my brother laughing and gasping as he shoved a large toy up his ass. And then three doped up wild-eyed punks named Richard, Jim and Brad burst in with a WTF and an interracial gang bang started. I puked on my gaming keyboard! No! No! No! this isn’t happening! I Grabbed a towel and pressed it on the gaming kbd and disconnected it from the docking block. Finished cleaning my mouth in the bathroom brushed my teeth, gargled, returned to my room, dropped the keyboard and towel in the trash and hit the spacebar to continue the video. My sexual assault on my brother had me trembling. Adam's and Jim's assault turnaround on my ass left me numb, and the huge black cock of Brad – I thought I was having a seizure. The video framing was perfect as my engorged cock blew a facial that arced up into my eyes and hair as I was panting, sobbing and screaming. As he was slamming his tool in an out, Adams and Jim's cumloads where being pressure sprayed back onto the ebony groin of Brad and I looked passed out in the video. The video transition to a view of my ass seeping a stream of spooge into the covers pulled back to show my jock body, my engorged cock, and the torsos and thighs of Burt’s Bikers as my legs were grabbed and I was pulled onto the huge pierced tool of Burt wearing only Boots and Chaps. My screams and sobs were only stopped by what appeared to be a transition to an unconscious state as I took 18 more loads. As the video stopped and I removed the headset, I heard an ahem and turned to find my brother Adam. “Hot wasn’t it” I attacked and Adam did not bother with any heavy martial arts except a judo throw which left me upside down in the hallway. “I know it’s a shock bro but honestly – you cannot say you are not Horney right now. Seroconversion flu can do that you know”. I paused and realized my cock was maybe as hard as it had ever been poking out of my boxers. I passed out…. When I woke, my dick was soft and back in my boxers. My back and shoulder were sore. My dock keyboard was back on my desk free of stomach contents and smelling of Isopropyl Alcohol. There was a note, Bro – I cleaned off and used the leaf blower on your keyboard – your puke was industrial grade for such a delicate flower. Let it sit for another day before plugging it in. I was not feeling like I was on my deathbed anymore, with no drugs or alcohol I was feeling a need to workout and at lest get some of those natural endorphins. I was not up for a run or lifting so I through a bike ride might just work. I took a dump, put on bikeshorts and checked my bike’s tires airpressure. I rode out of the subdivision over to the old train track bed that had been turned into a running and bike trail. Of course I had a lot on my mind, but soon I realized I had not brought my water bottle. I continued on to the public toilets and drank from the county park water spigot. I heard grunting from the stalls and fled. I continued my ride to the end of the trail and turned back. My extra effort in gears higher than I normally used had me panting and in a happily tired delirious state. Surely the grunting trolls were gone by now, I stopped again for a drink and a pee. An old guy and another person my age came in while I was drinking/peeing/drinking. The guy who was my age got on his knees and started sucking the old guy. My guts turned to water and I fled to the middle stall... The older and younger guy went on for a bit then got in the two outboard stalls. I was about to bolt and escape since I noticed there were holes in the stall walls and my erection would be apparent to any observer. I leaned over and I saw the younger guy was on my left. Oblivious to traditional signals, he followed his two fingers rubbing on the glory hole with a ‘let me suck you’ whisper. I nervously considered - then stuck my hard on through – I was about to burst. I was fully expecting to have my thing bitten or chopped off like most any GH newbies have feared. Instead, my cock was engulfed by the velvet throat of what I was now thinking of as the ‘twink’, not realizing if he was a twink, what did that make me? He brought me close but as I was making obvious sounds and leaking a steady stream of pre, he eased off and I heard behind me ‘let me eat your ass’. I was frustrated at not reaching completion, but I had never felt this horny before. I bent over and presented my ass to the hole with the troll. I had nothing to compare it to, but I felt blissful as he rimmed my healing hole with a tongue that could only be described as energetically talented. At the same time, the twink slid his 7” uncut cock through and I met it with my lips in a daze. I licked the tip, the side, and then slid my tongue under the foreskin catching the pungent taste of foul cheese. I gagged, swallowed but continued down this evil path. My frame was tall, the stalls were small as I was filling the entire stall cross-space. I felt the tongue in my ass withdraw and be replaced by something bigger. Something in my minds background said 'again'? However my lips and throat were locked on the twink and my no longer virgin hole was reopening for its new lifestyle with bursts of pain and pleasure. Since the troll had entered with only sweat and spit, it was easy to feel the wet change as his precum and then volleys of cum painted my insides. The hum of my groans brought the twink to orgasm and my throat was painted with salty cum which at first made me gag, but then had me suckling for more. Spin around and clean my cock said the troll. I did so and I tasted blood, cum, ass and whatever else. I started vacuuming his cock like an auto detailer looking for a good tip. Meanwhile the twink has grabbed my hole and led my ass back to his access slot in the wall. His cock was like mine, ready for round II and started jackhammering into my guts like his life depended on it. My body – possessed by something else with a horniness I had never felt with a girl went on overdrive. I painted a load on the trolls partition wall as I continued sucking his dick so hard he was protesting! My assgasm took the twink into his end-game blasting more cum into my ass. He stayed in my chute slowly pushing in and out as he went semi-hard. Then, I felt a new wet sensation that burned. Take my ChemPiss you slut. The burn against my newly opened anal wounds took me back and connected me to Burt’s ‘bump’. As my intruders zipped and left, the troll said thanks Hollywood! See ya in the funny papers….You’re a star! After I collected myself and used some toilet paper to tampax my sloppy hole, I left the toilets to discover my bike seat had been stolen. It was a choice of walking home, a true leg burn ride, or impaling myself Hara-Kiri style on my seat brace. I opted for the burn and leaked all the way home – the wet spots on my bikeshorts was obvious. ….To be continued…..

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

I often wake up and nothing comes out. My body has absorbed all the liquid and I feel like those men and their DNA is a part of me forever

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.

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.”

Part 13 Knock, knock... I wake up, lying in my clothes on the bed. Again ... knock, knock. " Jake, are you there? Ready for breakfast ?" I can hear someone call my name. It takes a few seconds before I recognize it . It is Leroy…. "Wait a second," I yell as I stand up from the bed. My mind is still racing with thoughts, though my body seems to be relaxed. My feeling of panic has dropped a little. But I'm still full of questions, and my hole... still a bit itchy like it wants another ride... Quickly, I throw my clothes off, grab some deodorant, put a huge amount on me, and jump into some new clothes. My hair is still okay, so I don't really act on that. I slip on my shoes and walk to the door. I open it, and there is Leroy. "Hey, buddy, I missed you last night." He hugs me. "All okay? Did you have fun at the game? "Uhhh…."Uhhh, well, yeah... uhhh, I did... uhhh." Leroy just laughs. "Come on, Jake, we are getting some breakfast." There is a whole new sunny day with a lot of things to do, he smirks. We grab a table in the breakfast room. Leroy is getting some coffee, and I'm looking around. I watch all the guys. Most have shirts on. Not red shirts like yesterday, but their own. They cover up their chests , backs, arms, etc. Some wear long pants, while some wear shorts. I can see some have tattoos, but some seem to cover parts up. I'm looking in a different way to the other guys, like I'm noticing it more. How did I miss this before? Slowly, I stand up to get a plate and take some breakfast. I'm getting some bread, eggs, bacon, etc. I watch how guys smile, laugh, and flirt while getting their breakfast. It looks like everyone is comfortable and looking for their next hookup . Am I? I'm not sure... Are they positive or just a few guys? Is that the game? Or is it all just in my mind ? In a split second, I see Mark. A happy feeling washes over me. He was my first, and I'm really into him, I guess. I want to hook up and date with him again. He might be the lover I want to take back with me. But I do remember his tattoo. I should ask him: is he positive ? Is he toxic, or is it just in my mind? I really don't know what to believe anymore. My mind is just messed up. I guess, because he did share the bed with me, he really likes me too? Or? I guess he does; he fucked me with so much passion. Or? My mind tumbles with thoughts. I'm standing there like a statue, not knowing what to do. A mixed feeling of fear (of the answers I get), excitement , lust, and more that goes through my body and makes it impossible for me to move. Mark walks out; he does not notice me. "Are you okay?" I hear a voice behind me. It's Leroy. "Are you coming to the table and starting your breakfast?" "I... yeah... yeah , I'm coming," and I start to walk back to the table. We are sitting together, eating, but I can't really focus or talk. So Leroy starts to talk to me. "I went to the infirmary yesterday, you know. I got some tests , blood tests , a health check , some vitamins, and an anal examination. They really helped me out. Though they did say my hole and ass had taken some real hard time. They said it was really bruised and ripped inside." "I could have told them that even before," Leroy laughs. "So they told me I have to watch myself, and it gives a lot of options." He's not really specific about it; I just listen. "They gave me some pills for the pain, so I can keep going for the holidays here. They were really nice, Jake." "So how was your roulette game, Jake?" he asks me. I take a sip of my coffee. Where should I start? Should I drop my questions first? Should I tell him what games we played? I'm not sure. So I start to tell him bit by bit about the games and the guys. I try to make it a short version, but I can see in Leroy's eyes that he likes it and is getting a bit horny from it. Meanwhile, he eats his whole plate empty. Leroy, something strange has happened in the roulette game. They all wore red shirts. At the last winning part , they tore their shirts off. Well, you know ... Kaode, the friend I made in there... you know... He was getting really excited and wild. The other bottoms too. They were saying things like... and I started to whisper, breeding , knowingly taking toxic loads, poz-ing up, HIV ? They seemed to get wild from the tattoos the tops had. I don't know if that's for real or just a play... but what if... what if there are more guys like that? Some have the same tattoo as the hotel sign. Leroy started to laugh loudly ... I just watched him with big eyes, wondering what was funny about what I just told him. "Yeah Jake ... that's the purpose of the hotel... that's why we are all here for. " There are some poz toxic guys here. Hopefully most are. We are chasing their loads, trying to get bred by them, trying to take parts from them with us, back home. The tops are meant to spread and breed us. "You didn't know? How the hell did you get here then ? " I'm looking with huge eyes at him... what did Leroy just tell me? Does it mean... what? "Jake," he starts again. "I guess your friend Paul back home did not tell you all then. He was chasing the poz seed I guess. Maybe he got it even before the trip, and that's the reason he got sick... Well , you took enough loads , even in the game; I bet there are some poz loads with it too and got buried deep up your hole. " I'm shocked ... I took poz loads ? I did what? "Yeah, I'm sure you did. If they're toxic? I'm not sure, but I guess you took some. Don't be afraid, don't worry. You took them already, so time will tell. It's too late for that now. Just fuck, like everyone does." I do, while he winks at me. "So... so... so the guys with the biohazard tattoos..." I bring out. "Yeah Jake . They are poz, definitely , and they are proud of it. They should be... it's a sign of potent breeders. A gift they got from their breeders, and they're passing it on. Even the ones with no tattoos probably have it, and it's our job to take it. It's a gift to us." "I'm taking it." Leroy laughs. My mind is spinning . I took loads of poz , knowingly, encouraging them to breed me; I took loads... I took Mark's loads all night. I am... a cum dump... I am a chaser now... and I... I love it... My hole twitches and tickles at the idea. I need more... But my mind is still running with all thoughts. "Think about it," Jake tells me. "And you still have to participate in the games you signed up for." So... there is no running from it. Just take it like the champ and cum dump you are now. He winks at me. I did… tells Leroy. Oh, there is an announcement at the main stage, at the pool, in one hour. You saw the note; you got one on your smartwatch . Did I? I'll be there , then I guess... I'm going to the toilet, Jake; see you at the bar in 20 to 30 minutes ? Okay? "Okay," Leroy, I say to him, still running thoughts in my mind. He walks off, leaving me at the table. Leaving me in thoughts. What the... I'm excited and afraid at the same time. I need to know... Is my crush Mark poz? Is there a way back, or... shall I just keep going and take whatever I can? And is Paul indeed sick of getting poz loads, and from who? From Jason ? No, is he? And if Paul is... why should I worry and not just take whatever I can up my hole ? I feel my hole responding again; it wants another cock... In the meantime…… continuing the story with Leroy. (photo of Leroy, if you dont remember the guy) Leroy stands up from the table, leaving Jake with his breakfast. He's heading out of the breakfast buffet room to the toilets. He's not getting the first toilets; no, he walks down the hall to find some toilets further away. I have seen Mark leaving the breakfast room; he did wink at me. He should be going to the toilets over there, Leroy thinks. He opens the toilet room door and walks in. Yeah, indeed. There he is... Mark. He's just fingering another guy who's bent over at the urinals. Mark has his back to me, so he can't see me enter. He does hear the door and my footsteps , but he just doesn't care. I guess to bussy whit another bottom to fuck... I walk up to him and I clearly see him prepping that bottom boy's hole with his fingers to fuck him. Mark's cock is hanging out, hard and straight forward. I can clearly see the guy has sucked him; his cock is damn shiny and wet. I go and stand next to him, and with my hands, I grab his balls. They are huge and fill up my whole hand. I laugh at him. I have a tighter hole to fill up than this boy, I say loud enough for Mark and the guy to hear. Mark grins , "I know you do, Leroy... and tighter is better. " The boy looks up, a bit mad at what I just told him. "You want another round?" Mark asks me . "If you are up to it, my hole is your playground," I whisper to him. Mark steps back from the boy, getting his fingers out of the boy's ass and pushes them in my mouth. I can taste that guy's hole and I lick them. I really don't care that I taste the guy. "Let's go then," he smiles at me while he pushes me into one of the separated toilets. My back to the toilet, I close the door behind him. Now it is just us two. Within a few seconds, he pulls down my shorts and I take off his shirt. I can see his biohazard tattoo now clearly. It is so fucking hot, I moan, wile I touch his tattoo. His strong hands grip my willing ass and starts to finger me. With my fingers, I'll draw over his biohazard tattoo and then down to his shorts. His cock, rock hard and out of his shorts. I grab his cock and start to masturbate it slowly while I begin to kiss him. His finger is pushing deep into my hole . "I want you in me," I moan, "I want to get your poz load again. " "Make me your boy," I whisper to him. Mark turns me around quickly, with his finger still up my hole . "Get your shirt off, slut," he orders me. I do as I'm told , and then I bend a bit over to spread my ass for him. My head turned to him so I can watch him. "I hope you have a toxic load for me," I wink. "Load me up with that , just as you loaded me before and fucked your date, Jake... " Mark laughs. "I can't tell you if I'm toxic yet; you have to wait until the exposing party. But I am poz..." He puts his cock against my sphincter. I can feel a big, warm, wet pressure. Mark grabs my middle so I can't run, and then he rams it deep in me. Fast , real fast. There is no escape and no time to think. He just pushes it all in within five seconds . It's like I'm getting filled and ripped open, like a turkey. I moan in pleasure and pain real hard. I lose my breath from the intense fuck. "Fuckkkkk ... dammmmm... auchhhh." My hole is getting ripped open again; I can feel it tear. But I let Mark do his job. He roughly fucks me there in the toilet. I have to hold my hands against the back wall of the toilet while Mark is pounding me hard. The pain and pleasure is incredible again. His balls slapping hard against my hole. The toilet room echoes from the slapping sound. fuck, fuck... your deep in me. fuckkkkkk. its so good. You're making me bleed... You're ripping my hole open again , I whimper . But I keep my ass spread and pushed back to give my hole to him. I need to serve him. I'm starting to sweat from intense fucking, excitement, and pain. My hole burns deep inside me every time he pounds his cock in me. I love your cock deep inside me. Your poz pole in me… Fuckkk... I moan loud. My daddy at home will be so proud that I'm taking it all from you... I'm not holding myself in, so anyone in the toilet room can hear me. His cock is pounding deep and hard in me; I can feel it rubbing against my second hole. Mark is not pushing it through yet, which makes me whine a bit every time he pushes against it. He knows what he's doing to make my mind go wild. Then Mark pulls his cock out of my hole and turns me around again. I guess I need to suck him now, but before I know it, he pushes me, causing me to fall down on my back on the toilet Mark grabs my legs and pushes them up onto his shoulders. Then he rams his cock back inside. I yell, "Aahhhhhh. Dammmmm... Fuckkkkkkk." He now pushes deep and true into my second hole. I can feel it split and rip, a sensation of deep and intense burning pain in me. Tears fill my eyes. Mark seems not to care and gets it out again, then pushes it back in, real fast and hard. My head bounces against the wall. Fuck, you're ripping my hole. Fuck , damn... Mark just laughs and nods . He fucks me hard now while I look deep into his eyes. You like my ass more than my friend Jake's ? I moan to him. You're both holes to me, he laughs, but it's hot that I fucked both of you. My hands slide over his body and his tattoo. I want this; I beg him. While I rest my hand on his tattoo , I can feel his cock swell deep inside me. Mark is close to giving me another load. With one hand, I grab his ass to push him even deeper. His cock stings deep in me, ripping my hole open again. I don't care; I want it. I give him permission to cum in me by pulling him in again and again, begging for his sweet load. Mark then trusts deep in me. "Here you go, slut, my cream... I'm cumming... I'm cumming." He starts to moan loudly, while my hand pushes his ass deep against me. I feel his cock swell in me, and then... Load after load, I feel getting shot deep in me-a wet, warm feeling . "Fuckkk ... yeah... fuckk..." He paints, and I pull Mark to me, face to face. "Thank you for your load," I whisper softly , And I kiss him on his lips before I let him stand back up again. "Good slut boy," Mark laughs. That sweet hole got what it deserved. He pulls his shorts up and grabs his shirt. "Keep that load in, boy; take care of it." He then grins , unlocks the door, and walks off , Leaving me lying on the toilet with my legs still high in the air, my hole open and dripping.

Actually I think their may be hope for the latest generation. At least for me locally Gen Z is a lot easier to hookup with than Gen X and older or Millennials, and I'm at the older end of Gen X. At least 2/3rds of the guys I've hooked up with locally in the last year were easily young enough to be my son or even worse grandson. The older locals still seem to have the same hang ups they had 18 years ago when I moved here, which was prior to the advent of PREP and reliable treatments for HIV. I know Gen Z is young and horny, but seem to be so in a way that was completely repressed in the next 2 older generations locally. I just hope the slut shaming culture that still exists anywhere you try to hookup here doesn't get impressed upon them.

i find all of these seemingly contradictory experiences to be true: - there are way more "bi-curious" guys now than there was back during the AIDS crisis. i've had so much gay sex w str8 guys in recent years it's crazy - i don't know what happened to all the gays, but they don't seem to go out as much as they used to. Bars, ABS, bathhouses, cruising parks: they're all "dead" compared to how things were in 80s/90s - the Apps are literally a free-for-all junk-drawer for everything from sex addicts to celibate rubberneckers - pre-prep every tom dick or harry was a total top -post-prep every man is america is somehow an insatible cum/dump keepin score of how many loads he can take in one night. load counting has literally replaced sex as no one seems to be able to live in the moment and enjoy the actual fucking - younger guys are experiencing much greater acceptance and freedom that we did - younger guys seem to think porn is regular sex. if you're not getting choked of being shit on, are you even fucking? - guys self identify as "goons". i'm trying not to yuck other people's yums but if i was content to just jerk off to porn alone all day i'd see it as a wake-up call - we used to move to big cities so we can live surrounded by other fags. today, the apps tell you which of your neighbors are gay, but none of them will talk to you. nobody wants to shit where they eat so they send DMs to guys on the other side of the country - everybody hooks up w strangers on trips. fresh meat meets noncommittal sex. you don't have to pretend you don't recognize him if you actually left town 😜

I don't have sex if a condom is involved. As the bottom, I am more at risk and I want to be seeded. I don't get turned on by protected sex. If I can't feel cum inside of me, I'd rather pass. Raw is law.

Whether the cum fart is a good or "bad" thing depends on where it happens. I frequently wake up to a gooey mess in my boxers 3 or 4 hours after leaving a good orgy, when it happens at home in bed it isn't a big deal. If it happens running errands after leaving the orgy it is a minor embarrassment and a good reminder of what a slut I am, but still always gets me hard.

That has happened to me. One time I woke up thinking I had totally absorbed the load, showered, dressed and headed to work. While walking from my car to my office I let out a fart which included the load from the night before. i scurried to the men's room, entered a stall and undressed. Luckily my trousers were unscathed but my boxers were soaked with a gooey mess with that familiar scent of marinated cum. I dressed without the boxers and put the boxers in my desk drawer. My cubicle smelled of cum all day.

I have a couple of parks I play at. I was once arrested at a park while getting bred so I am apprehensive about who I play with. I was just bred last week by a couple of black guys at a local park. It was fun.

My last fist was really a set of fists. I capped off my summer Fist Fest experience with a round of Punch Punch Pass ( i have filmed a couple previous ones I've done). In Punch Punch Pass, the bottom is place on a giant Lazy Susan and a group of tops lube of their hands and punch punch pass the bottom among them, though they nearly always take extra punches on their turns. I lasted seven complete round with nine guys sharing me. The hands ranged in size from small (who would slide deep into my blown out rectum or double fist me on his turns), to the very large who would give me multiple punches with each of his big paws. I was in poppered up piggy bliss as I was shared over and over, going round and round, my hole so wrecked from three days hard use that it didn't even close between punches and guys, it just hung open. When I finally tapped out after the 7th round (and something around 150 punches to my battered bussy), the guys helped me up off the Lazy Susan (I got used on my back, legs up and spread) and on to as puppy pad as the excess lube flowed from my gaped ass, running down my legs and drip streaming off my scrotum until a couple of them got some paper towel to clean me up. Yes, I slept in a diaper that night, but slept deep and satisfied.

I was taking loads and the fourth guy kept pulling out and seeing how much cum was in me and on his dick and muttering, "So much cum," before he exploded in me. My hole was gaped after and he just looked in my open hole staring at the mix. I felt so hot and slutty and then waited for the next two guys. It was a good day

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

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 🔌😈

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.

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.

I'm really sorry to know that you guys are having such a tough time finding what we all need. Wish I had a somewhat decent alternative for the dilemma ....

Absolutely hooking up is a pain, and I agree that it's easier when I'm traveling. That said, I'm not at all sure it isn't a shift in my perspective. I can remember spending uncounted hours in empty cruisy restrooms, waiting for actual gay men to come by. Heard a lot of straight guys taking a piss. I'll probably regret that on my deathbed. I find online apps astonishingly useless, especially when (as now) I'm in a situation where I can't host. Time for cleaning out is also a Catch 22 - it's either spend that time up front and risk no hookup happening (likely outcome) or don't spend it up front and not be ready for "right now", thereby losing a possible hookup. And all that is with a profile with pictures (including face) and details of what I like and don't (which often people simply ignore). I surely do miss Buena Vista Park!

I tried rambles once, it was boring. But it’s true that I was there not lat in the evening. However, I really like to cruise in parks. I have good memories from Berlin Tiergarten (I was bred and breeding many times), and interestingly I also collected many experiences in Budapest, in the traditional gay cruising park. And of course, I also cruised many times in Gran Canary among the dunes.

lol sounds familiar. I have had to take off my underwire many times because of that issue. Usually what goes in must cum out.

Hello beautiful, I’ll make you a deal: we won’t be talking about Phil today. I’ve been chatting with this guy on Hinge. His name is Suf, and the really cool thing we’ve started doing is sending voice memos. He’s pretty good at texting too, but I wanted to use voice more—to express my thoughts in a raw and intimate way—and he was on board with it from the beginning. I’m not sure if it’s because I’m learning piano and singing, which makes me more focused on sound these days, but he’s got a really great talking voice. Warm, safe, comfy. It’s the kind of voice I wouldn’t mind listening to while lying beside him in bed as he talks about his day. I want to share something else with you, buddy. Our old man is going to tell us one day to let love surprise us. In the past, we’ve always dated people close by, and they’ve all been Vietnamese, haven’t they? Lately, I’ve been more open—to people who live further away, even to those from different backgrounds. It’s not because I think the local Vietnamese dating pool is limited. I just think the person we’ll fall for might not be who we expect. They might fall outside our age bracket, come from a different culture, or be something else entirely. I’m learning to open the door to whoever decides to walk through it and meet me where I am—with warmth and kindness. And on that topic, we need to talk about appearance too. I’ve been pretty picky so far, swiping left or right based on looks. But I’m easing up on that now. Of course appearance matters, but we’ve known for a long time that it fades. That’s why we chose Kevin, isn’t it? Not because he was a model, but because he loved us more than anyone else did. When we’re old and wrinkly, only love will outlast what we look like. So now, I’m choosing based on how people make me feel. It’s as simple as that. In other news, I think I’ll defer my singing lessons for a term. I’ve tried doing both piano and singing at once, and I’m struggling hard to balance the two. They’re both new to me, and I’m leaning more toward piano right now. The plan is to finish off this half-term with singing, take the remaining term off to focus solely on piano, and then resume both in term four. I think that’s a smart move. I’m still in the honeymoon phase with piano, and it’s already hard enough trying to remember where the F key is, let alone singing on pitch while I play. Let’s see where this messy ride takes us. Love you, buddy. Chat soon xx

The first time I saw gay porn I was in high school, probably 13 at the time. I remember seeing a guy getting a thick cock up his ass. I was instantly hard and dripping in my pants; I felt faint. I was shacking with ecstasy. The porn was playing on the family home computer and I was all alone. I had never seen anything like this before. I was mesmerised by the action, the animalistic noises from the bottom, the ejaculation. It was magical! I knew from that moment I was gay. I wanted to be fucked. I remember rushing to the only private room in the house, the bathroom. I jerked-off and, being young and inexperienced I didn’t know how to angle my cock to cum in the toilet. Instead I took one of our best decorative bath towels and blew my thick load into it. I would have gotten away with it too if I hadn’t put the semen soaked towel back on the towel bar. My dad put his hand in my load as he was washing his hands as he got home from work. That was an embarrassing conversation. This was the late 80s early 90s and being out for me was not an option yet. But every time I was alone in the house, I would watch gay porn and jerk my fat cock until I unleashed my seed.

It really depends. Most of the time I can take a few loads without issue. Other times my body aborts. I can say with many many years of experience that the smell (at least to me) is not good. It smells like dead fish. I think I prefer to abort because it’s better than forgetting it’s there and it coming out at the wrong time and place.

I cheat too! Always have. I’m in a relationship and still crave cock—raw, anonymous, secret cock. There’s nothing hotter than the forbidden. Married, bi, straight, DL, curious, partnered… if there’s tension under the surface, I feel it. I welcome it. Cheating cocks fuck different. They fuck like they need it, like they’re proving something. I open up and let it all in—no judgment, just desire. Secrets don’t scare me. They turn me on.

I experience this too. After about 5-6 hours it seems to absorb and the cum did its job sharing his DNA with you in an intimate way.

Waking up in the morning and my bedroom is filled with that scent.

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

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.

I am at summer Fist Fest in Augusta GA. My hole is wrecked from several days of heavy multi-partner play. My most recent was at 7:30 this morning. I woke up early after 5 and half solid hours of deep heavy sleep from yesterday's use. Another guy was up and had come to the pool area, where I was hanging out, to have an early morning swim. Instead I wound up in a sling being fucked for a half and hour before his buried his paw in my gaped hole, which had no resistance--he just slid right in to mid-forearm deep while my poppered up ass was awash in sexual ecstasy and I pissed myself uncontrollably. How could the day start any better than being in a sling with my legs up and spread while my bussy is filled and used? And there's still all day to day and tonight to get more use, plus Sunday.

I was 17 when I sucked my first cock. I was curious and my GF at the time cheated on me so I sucked her brothers uncut Latin cock.

I'm having a blast!! I have a "boy" on loan from a friend who had an operation and sex is out of the question for him for some considerable time. I had sex with him and his boy several times. Early 20s hot young stud. Sexy, hot body and a thick 8" cock. Perpetually horny haha!! He may be young but he's a a fuckstastic top. Multi-cummer. He had no problem doing his Daddy and me when we had sex. And I like he's not a "kept boy" . He earns his own living but just has a thing for fucking Daddies. So 3-4 times a week he's been fucking me senseless. Two loads at a minimum. And then Thursday he asked if he could bring a friend. I know his friend from before. Not a looker like Boy but hot cock and fierce fucker. Sure!! Well, I like to think I can still do lengthy fuck sessions at my age but they kept me busy for a LONG time taking turns fucking and spitroasting me. FUCK!! Ended up with three loads from Boy (one down my throat) and two from Friend. Four big loads deep in my ass. Heaven!!! When I said we definitely could do THAT again I got a few grins LOL. Sore but very happy hole 😉

Chapter 1: Into the Hot Zone Helixion Genetics- Main Corporate Meeting Room; REDACTED LOCATION. 19:42 MST. 30-OCT-20XX “Okay, men, listen up,” Commander Nathan Briggs said, addressing the team of soldiers in front of him. At 52 years old, his time in the Biohazard Threat Response Division had taken a toll, causing his jet black hair to start greying prematurely. This earned him the call name “Gravestone,” a morbid joke among his team, who quipped he looked ready for one. His 6 foot 2 inch frame was starting to get a bit of a dad bod, but still he attracted the ladies easily with the muscular frame underneath (and a few men who are still recovering from severely broken hearts when they found out he was married and straight). Beside him stood his second-in-command, 34 year old Major Elias “Reaper” Kade, a 6ft tall, dark wavy brown hair and deep blue-eyed man, with well-defined muscles contained behind the black tactical shirt. “Let’s go over the plan of entry, and designated roles one last time. The main goal here is recon. Assume any survivor we find is infected. They are to be detained and held in isolation on exit. Hazmat teams are setting up the temporary holding trailers as we speak. Reaper, you’re up.” Also in the room were seven other men, all part of the elite Black Sigma Team. Looking at each one, Elias mentally reviewed each man. Sitting at the conference table was 27 year old Lieutenant Mason “Zero” Hawke, 5 ft 8 inches tall with short blonde hair with piercing grey eyes, known to the team for his ability to pass lie detector tests with no heart rate change, barely speaking to anyone due to some unknown trauma he suffered during his time in special ops. Next to him was 34 year old Lieutenant Tobias “Tex” Vahn, the resident virologist and chemical weapons expert. He was called Tex due to his thick Texan accent. Originally their civilian CDC expert, he’d been brought over to the proverbial dark side when funding for the CDC had dried up during the post-COVID era. Tobias was also the only member of the team that Elias trusted enough to come to his wedding, coming over regularly for game night with him and his new husband, Trevor. Trevor and Tobias were good friends from college, both graduating from Washington University in St. Louis. Beside him was 24 year old Corporal Jae “Pixel” Yun, on permanent loan from the South Korean military. 5’9 with dark brown eyes and black buzzed hair, he was the lead tech expert of the group; there were whispers among the men that his parents were secretly the owners of a major Korean tech company. However, Elias had yet to find any link there. Pixel and Sticks had become best friends, often bonding over one game or another, or some anime. Both were definitely the babies of the group. Which led him to Private First Class Eric “Sticks” Barlow, across the table from Pixel. At 20, he was the true baby of the group, and knew how to use it to his advantage. Barely coming up to barely Elias’ chin, he stood at a mere 5 foot 2 inches. A true prodigy when it came to electronics and coding, he had been a direct hire straight out of West Point. Somehow he’d managed to talk the Commander into keeping his hair dyed a bright, neon green with black undertones. Elias liked to think of him as the puppy of the group. Next up was 28 yr old Specialist Cole “Patch” Hannigan, the field medic of the team. He was second-newest to their team, with this being their first real deployment in the field after 6 months of training. Standing at 5 foot 11 inches, the guy was the chubbiest of the group, having been reassigned to the team after pissing off a commanding officer. Nobody knew what for exactly, but whatever it was, it had to be bad in Elias’ book. Last at the table was 30 year old Lieutenant Bryce “Stag” Mercer, the resident asshole and bullshitter of the group. 6 foot 1 inches tall, he was lanky with fiery red hair, pale skin and freckles. Previously he was the lead recon specialist of the group and former second in command, but after being caught pocketing some particularly gruesome photos from one of their missions, Gravestone had decided to put him on strict probation. His nickname came from his ability to stay in one spot almost eerily like a statue for hours at a time, like a deer in the woods. Elias cleared his throat, pleased as the group watched him with a respectful and quiet expectation. This would be his first true second-in-command position on the team. Part of him feared the men would never respect him, as only a few on the team knew he was gay, let alone had just gotten married. Pushing down his fears, he began to speak. “What we know so far is that at approximately 15:30 local time yesterday, a manual biohazard alarm was triggered in one of the labs in building three, on level sub level 5… as seen here on the map,” Elias said, aiming a laser pointer at the projected map on the wall. “Air quality sensors indicate no detected contamination, but still I’m going to stress that we at least enter wearing full BSL-4 until further testing can be done on site. This is a DARPA-funded bio lab, so anything could be down there. Lockjaw, anything to add on Tactical?” Major Adrian Reese, or as the team knew him, Lockjaw, stood off to the side, his jaw clenched in a permanent scowl from nerve damage he received a few years prior. 47 years old and standing at a towering 6 foot 5 inches, he was tall and muscular, with short buzzed brown and grey hair and a steely dark grey pair of eyes. All Elias knew was that Lockjaw and Gravestone went back to the “Berlin days” as the two cryptically referred to them, not sharing much information other than that. “Contact has been lost since the moment the alarm was triggered and the building is in full lockdown. Since we have no idea what we’re really dealing with, it’ll be standard clearance of each floor. The lab has 10 floors in total,” Lockjaw said, waving his hand to the map on the wall. “We’ll be entering the building on the roof. Each team will consist of three men. Patch, Pixel, and Sticks, you’ll be closest to the elevators and stairs in the core of the building. Your jobs are to maintain communications, and get into the company mainframe to see if we have any information to work off of. Company liaison doesn’t know what we could be dealing with due to the nature of the project, and access is still being worked on from our DARPA contact. Tex and Zero, you’ll be on the north side with Reaper where the labs are. Stag, you’re with me and the commander on the south where the offices are.” “We clear each floor and regroup at the elevators before moving to the next floor down as a team,” Elias continued. “Once the air quality is confirmed, you can take off the respirators, but we want to keep this clean, so maintain at least BSL-3 gear.” “We should expect at least 27 male bodies in the building,” Gravestone added. “It looks like the female scientists were at a conference for women in STEM, which has been confirmed by the company liaison here on site. Full lockdown has been initiated in the building, so once we get in, we won’t be getting back out until the lockdown is lifted or someone from outside lets us out. Expect quite a few locked doors and rolling fire doors to be in the way.” “We’re going to take this slow and check in every 15 minutes. Report anything you find as soon as you can,” Elias added. “And most of all, play it safe. We don’t need to lose anyone on this mission. This is a civilian lab with government funding, so we shouldn’t expect any real pushback from any survivors here, but don’t hesitate to use force to keep safe. Got it?” Elias was met with a few small murmurs and nods from the team as everyone started getting up, pulling on their tactical packs and checking the fit on their respirators. Elias turned his attention as Gravestone came over and patted him on the shoulder “Good work on the briefing, Eli,” Gravestone said, giving his shoulder a slight shake. “I knew you’d be a perfect fit for the job. This looks like a pretty easy in and out job, so we will get you home in time for breakfast with the husband. Dr. Trevor Bingham, isn’t it?” A slight flush spread on Elias’ cheeks, feeling slightly embarrassed as he realized that his commanding officer did in fact know he was gay and married. His husband Trevor and even his team mate Tex had said he should just tell him - that it wouldn’t be a big deal. That he should be proud of who he was and that he deserved to be in this position. “Oh, well… uh… I didn’t know you…” Elias stammered, unsure what to say. “Who do you think signs off on your benefits paperwork?” Gravestone said, nonchalantly checking his fit on his back, and for any openings on the seals around his suit. “Denise wants you both over for dinner soon. Besides, you know our youngest, Mason, is gay, right? Just so you know, Tex was right… I wouldn’t have cared.” He shrugged his shoulders quickly in a non-chalant way. “Th….. thanks sir… I… thank you,” Elias stammered as realized that he’d put himself through untold amounts of stress… for nothing apparently. Sighing out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, he walked over to the large double glass doors to the conference room and stood beside Tex as the others filtered out of the room. “Good work on the briefing, by the way,” Tex said, smiling as he gave a once over on Elias’ biohazard gear. “So, you and the commander have a fun chat just now?” Elias gave Tex a flat stare, unsure whether to strangle the man or give him a big hug. “When did he ask you?” Elias sighed resignedly. “Two weeks before your super secret wedding, bud,” Tex said, a shit-eating grin spread across his face. “You seriously didn’t look at the wedding gifts, did you?” Elias stared at Tex expectantly, waiting for further explanation. “Who do you think got you guys the espresso machine…” Tex said, taking a quick glance at the commander. “Didn’t you even read the gift card?” “Fuck…. No… I just thought it was from one of his coworkers at the hospital. Trevor is working on the thank you cards right now,” Elias groaned. “Damn it. We are definitely gonna have to have dinner with him and his wife. So… the commander is more of a wine guy, or a scotch guy?” “Neither. Cigars and bourbon for him, cake from that bakery just outside the base for the wife, and make sure you bring something fun and unique for the kids,” Tex said, satisfied on his inspection of the biohazard suit. “I owe you,” Elias said, sighing as he began to shove the massive hood of the suit on his head, adjusting the earpiece and microphone in the process. “How you thought you could get away with keeping it from him is lost on me, bro. Didn’t you think it was odd how he didn’t even bat an eye at your request for a week off? Well… I guess you can pay me back by giving me the details on what you walked in on yesterday in the ‘barracks’,” Tex said, grinning. Knowing that he would need to talk in private about it, Elias simply held up six fingers and pointed at the radio on his right hip. With an exaggerated rolling of the eyes, Tex threw his hood on as well and the pair started walking with the group across the sprawling grassy lawn in the center of the laboratory campus. “So, what’s the piping hot T, sis,” Tex’s voice filled his right ear, the crackle of the plastic suit punctuating each of their movements as they walked. “Oh my god… Just stop… Cultural appropriation. Only gay guys can talk like that,” Elias rejoined, trying not to laugh at Tex. “I’m waiting, guuuurl, and it best be hotter than last week’s Untucked,” Tex continued, doing his best to lay on an even, thick Texan accent. “Oh God… why am I friends with you… Thank fucking god this radio channel is encrypted right now…” Elias muttered before continuing. “So… you know how I was supposed to do the barracks check last night?” “I’d hardly call a Vegas hotel “barracks”, but… continue,” Tex said, gesturing his puffed up arm as the two began getting closer to the gleaming glass and metal building looming ahead, a large well lit 3 glowing on the side of it in the pale light. The two followed behind the group as they began to walk around to the back of the building towards a well-guarded fire escape. Both nodded at the two heavily armed soldiers wearing full respirators and shuffled into the cordoned off utilities area. “So, I went and finished checking on everyone. Couldn’t find Barlow… I mean Sticks, and Pixel said something about him going down to the gift shop for something… candy I think… and I got back to the room I’m sharing with Lockjaw,” Elias explained, waiting behind the team as one by one they began to climb the ladder. “Ok… so what…” Tex said, shifting from one foot to the other anxiously. “Still afraid of heights, huh,” Elias said, laughing slightly. “It’s only 40 feet off the ground we’re climbing.” “Shut the fuck up man and distract me with the story, because if I fall, I’m taking you with me,” Tex grumbled. “So, I got back to the room quicker than I thought and heard some noises coming from Lockjaw’s side of the suite,” Elias continued as he watched Tex shakily grab the first rung of the ladder. “Called out for him and got no reply. So I went in there to check on him. You know, I worry about the guy.” Slowly they began to climb up, stopping occasionally as a member of the team held up the group climbing off the ladder with the heavy gear on their backs. “Well, anyways, I go in the room… empty. So I check the ensuite bathroom… and I swear to fucking god… this stays between us…” Elias said, grunting slightly as they continued climbing. “Sure man,” Tex said, his voice carrying a slight nervous inflection as he quickly replied. “No, I’m fucking serious, man. I will pull you off this ladder myself and let you fall to your death on the ground if you share a fucking word of what I’m going to tell you,” Elias said, gritting the words out as they began climbing again. “Fuck…. Fine… I promise…” Tex said, gripping on the ladder tightly as they stopped again. Satisfied at putting the fear of God in his friend, Elias continued. “So… um… apparently I’m not the only gay on the team,” Elias said, glad to see that they had finally made it halfway up the building. “Oh shit… holy… The fuck is that supposed to mean?” Tex said, his voice quivering as his foot slipped on one of the rungs and began flailing in the air. Sighing, Elias grabbed Tex’s foot and firmly planted it back on the rung. “It means… -grunt-… I walked in on Lockjaw and Sticks fucking like a pair of bunnies in the shower,” Elias said, helping Tex finally pull his legs over the half wall on the side of the building before finally bringing up the rear. “No fucking way,” Tex said, bent over and holding his knees, panting. Elias’ mind went back to the night before, when he had walked into the bathroom of the shared hotel suite and caught Lockjaw and Sticks in the act. —---- The night before... Elias had just entered the room when the sound of someone grunting in the bathroom beyond hit his ears. Did he slip and fall in the shower? Elias thought to himself as he rushed to the door. He stuck his head in about to speak when he took in the sight. Lockjaw was kneeling on the floor of the tiled shower, hips thrusting in time almost like a metronome, his back facing the doorway as steam and water barely blocked the view on the glass shower wall and door. Heavy, low hanging balls swung in time to the strokes, slapping occasionally against the smaller framed man in front of him… Sticks. Slowly, Lockjaw slid his hands across the wet, water-slicked back of Sticks, before finally resting his hands to be wrapped around Sticks’s small, graceful neck. The wet smacking sounds of Lockjaw’s thighs connecting with the back of Sticks’s echoed in the small room. Elias stepped back into the shadow of the room and watched as the two continued fucking rough and hard. “Fuck… Destroy my hole, fucking pound my tight boy ass into oblivion,” Sticks’s moans echoed out of the bathroom. “Fucking breed me like a bitch, daddy.” Elias’ eyes bulged as he watched Lockjaw pull most of the way out of the slimmer blond man’s ass, before spitting on his dick and slamming deeply back in. Lockjaw’s hands wrapped tightly around Sticks’s neck, squeezing tightly. The taller, older man slammed as hard as he could. For a second, Elias considered interrupting, fearing that the younger man would be seriously injured. “Yeah, you fucking love taking daddy’s giant load in your pussy, don’t you bitch,” Lockjaw growled out. “You want daddy to plant a nice thick load deep in this hole and make you his, don’t you boy?” “Fuck…. Yes, daddy, fucking choke me and destroy my ass,” Sticks replied, moaning deeply as Lockjaw changed his angle of attack on his strokes. “Make me your boy. Breed my ass and claim it.” Lockjaw’s strokes began to falter slightly in their regularity, but somehow he slammed even harder in the small blond’s ass. “Yeah, you fucking want daddy’s swimmers deep in there, don’t you, baby,” Lockjaw moaned. “Make that tight boy hole ooze my load for days with how much cum is gonna flood your guts. Make you send me pictures of you fingering my thick load back into your cumdump.” Suddenly, Lockjaw grabbed Sticks’s face and turned to him before locking lips. “Oh fuck, daddy, I’m gonna cum,” Sticks groaned, suddenly breaking the kiss. “Please give me your load, please shoot it deep in me!” “Oh fuck, baby, here it comes,” Lockjaw groaned, suddenly pushing as hard as he could into the smaller man, intent on burying his cum load deep in his ass. “Here. It. Comes!” Suddenly, Sticks’s cock shot volley after volley of thick cum across the shower floor. Slowly, the two straightened up, and Sticks turned around slightly, making out deeply as Lockjaw slowly stroked the last remaining drops of cum out of Sticks’s dick. Slowly, Lockjaw brought the cum-covered fingers to his mouth, licking the cum off of them before locking lips with Sticks again. Elias was shocked to see the size of cock the smaller man was carrying, his smaller frame making the size seem even bigger. Slowly, he backed away, before quickly making his way swiftly out of the shared hotel room. A short elevator ride to the gift shop and then out to the pool, Elias shakily lit up a cigarette. It had been six months since he quit, a promise to Trevor, an ultimatum for their marriage so to speak. But damn it, he needed it after what he had just seen. His cock was still raging hard in his pants as his mind kept replaying the events over and over. Suddenly, the voice of Commander Briggs knocked him out of the loop in his mind. “Okay there, soldier?” Gravestone asked, his gravelly deep voice said, causing Elias to nearly physically jump. “Oh, um. Yeah. Sure,” Elias replied, quickly trying to smooth over his emotions. “Just nerves, I guess.” Grabbing the lighter from Elias, Gravestone deftly lit the cigar he was holding, bringing it to life with ease. “Thanks, forgot mine upstairs,” Gravestone said, breaking the silence. Unsure what to do, Elias quickly put the cigarette out on the railing surrounding the pool. “I’m gonna head back up,” Elias said. “Try and get some sleep before we go back on duty tomorrow.” “Have a good one, then,” Gravestone replied, pulling out his phone as Elias walked back into the hotel. He snapped a selfie with the fat cigar in his jaw. Hopping on the elevator, Elias rode it in silence, trying to will himself to stop thinking about what he had just seen between his two teammates. Suddenly the door opened and Sticks stepped in. “Oh, hey Major,” Sticks said, his normal bright, bubbly attitude beaming as he spoke. “Got lost on my way back from the pool. Wrong floor.” Suddenly, Elias thought back to all the times he had bumped into Sticks getting off on the wrong floor, forgetting what side of the building he was on. This clearly has been going on for a long time, Elias thought to himself. “Cool, um… just get plenty of rest,” Elias said lamely. “Oh, I will… I’ve just got to work on my back stroke,” Sticks chuckled, before pressing the button for his floor. “Have a good one, Major!” Elias felt a blush spread across his face as he walked back to the room and went over to his room in the suite, hearing the soft sound of Lockjaw snoring coming from his partially open door. That night, Elias jacked off furiously several times, replaying the scene in his head, until finally drifting off to sleep in the sperm-covered sheets. —- The present… “Yes fucking way…” Elias replied to Tex. “Just don’t say anything…” “No man… look…” Tex said, pointing up at the metal security door that led from the roof top to the main stairwell of the building. Elias’ mind briefly went back to what he had read in the briefing. The exterior door was a steel door, rated for 2.5 hours of fire protection. The strongest they make. Elias walked over and slowly ran his hand along the door, pushing in the center on the off chance that maybe the door was just really weak. It didn’t budge when he pressed hard. Which made whatever had slammed hard into the door… strong. The center of the door bowed out, like someone had repeatedly slammed a sledge hammer into the center in a desperate attempt to get out or escape something inside the building. Somehow, the door had withstood the onslaught. “What in the fuck…” Elias said, unable to contain his disbelief.

I start swallowing as he starts to cum. I want to ensure not a single drop is lost. When I’m sure he is finished, I will lick and suck his shaft and balls until I’m satisfied I’ve cleaned him properly.

this! my biggest speed bump in daddy/son hook-ups is not actually looks/taste but time frame. i'm embarrassed to admit how many hot encounters i missed because i fell asleep before he texted back🤣bars seem to really get hopping just as im heading out the door. this is just about the only thing that hasn't changed over the years. younger me wouldn't be caught dead out before 11pm. older me is craving cocoa n slippers by 11p as much as i'm craving cock. im this close to asking the bathhouse if they have an early bird special 😜

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

Grandpa Top 57 bottom pig, love raw loads, but I don’t play often. At home I showered, shaved, and douched. I had been expecting to hook up with my regular undetectable Asian top for a load in my fuck hole. He was busy doing laundry. So, I drove to my employer’s base of operations – in another city. I loaded up the gear I needed for a job on Monday. I logged into squirt. I got hit up by 3 or 4 guys who love a hairy bear hole. Then I got hit up by a guy who had 25 reviews in squirt. He was 20 years older than me. 77 years old with a 7” cut cock. After a brief chat I drove to his place. We got naked and I went to work with my mouth on his cock. He got semi hard, but not enough to fuck. He told me to get on my hands and knees on the edge of the bed, he then worked his fingers into my hole for about 5 minutes. He got hard and fucked me for 5 more minutes. He lost his hard on, and then asked if I would like to be fucked with a nice big dildo? Fuck yeah – He stretched out my dad cunt with a 8” x2” vintage rubber dildo he pulled out from the headboard of his bed and worked my hole good until I was gaping. He really got turned on doing this to my dad cunt. He was jerking the whole time. He pulled out the big dildo and shoved his hard 77-year-old dick into my hole. He pounded me for a few minutes, then work me over again with the massive old rubber dildo. Then he entered my hole again, pounded me for a few minutes and dumped a nice big thick load of jizz in my ass. I pushed a bit out for pics. Then drove to where I needed to be for work in the AM. Once I was at the hotel room I farted out the rest of his load and jerked off to mature / grandpa breeding porn.

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.