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I'm sitting in the waiting room, looking through the many hook up apps on my phone and wait to be called into the doctor's office. I'm here for my regular PrEP tests and consultation with Doctor John. Annoyingly, he always turns these appointments into a lecture about responsible sex. I understand his professional need to do it, but it's so annoying, I want my pills no lecture. While I look through the many pictures, I stumble upon a headless torso with a biohazard tattoo. It is so sexy, I never saw one in real life, but the fantasy has been in my mind for years now. Finally my name is called. I give the profile a quick Like and put my phone into my jacket. Doctor John is distracted today and does not give me his usual lecture, but I don't question it. As soon as I have my receipt, I'm out of the office and on to the apps again. Sadly, the headless biohazard torso hasn't reacted yet, so I decide to write him a message with an offer to see some spicy pictures of me. Let's see if this raises his interest. As I couldn't manage to secure a hook up for the afternoon, I decided to go to my new gym to get at least some cardio today. After almost two hours I look at myself in the locker room's mirror and I'm quite contend. Finally, I have achieved to become a little more buff and bigger, which suits my hairy chest way better than my old slim frame. I like that the work pays finally off and that my ass has become the main attraction, if just someone would fill it with his cum. I take a last look at myself and go to my locker, when the locker room's door opens. To my surprise it is Doctor John and I'm quite startled as I don't think he lives nearby. Luckily he doesn't see me as he is glued to his phone, but I watch him walk to a locker and start to change. I never noticed how muscular he was, I knew he was athletic, but I had no idea how ripped he was. He pulled his boxer briefs down and I almost forgot to breath. The biohazard tattoo from the app earlier was shining above his beautiful 9'' cock. I turned around quickly and took my phone from my locker. I opened the app and saw that the headless torso had messaged me with some sexy pictures. I send a flame emoji and hear the phone of Doctor John beeping. It is him... What the fuck. (Three months later) It is my next appointment with Doctor John, but this time I have a surprise for him. I am the last patient, I especially asked for the last possible appointment of that day, because headless biohazard tattoo torso will learn with whom he has been sexting for the last months. Surprisingly, he never asked for a face pic and I didn't either. What Doctor John does not know is, that I stopped taking my pills for two weeks now and that I plan to take his gifted seed. 'MIke, you can come in now' Doctor John calls me into his office 'So let's go over this quickly, then you can have your tests' 'No need for that Doctor, I won't be taking the pills any more, I decided there is no need for it' 'But, what Mike, what are you talking about?" 'Doctor John or should I say "HazardlyGifted" you will convert me today' I put my phone on his desk, with our whole chat visible. He is shocked at first, but then I notice a predatory spark in his eyes. Doctor John stand up without uttering a word and leaves the office. I hear conversations outside and after a few minutes people seem to leave. I decide to go a step further and strip myself completely naked, taking a seat in Doctor John's chair. It takes another few minutes, but finally Doctor John comes back in and there is no nervousness, just an obvious hunger and lust. 'Well, I guess you better get to work if you want that load from me.' Doctor John is right in front of me at the edge of his desk. I push the chair back and kneel in front of him. As I start to take in his scent, I notice a little wet spot on his pants. Apparently, the Doctor is already leaking some precum. I don't want to lose any of this magnificent toxic juice and pull his pants down quickly. Either Doctor John goes commando or he changed before coming back, because his half erect cock is already pointing at me. Without a moments hesitation I take the head of this beautiful cock into my mouth and start to suck him off. His precum tastes sweeter than I imagined, but the husky, sweaty scent of his pubes almost makes me come. This is a real man and I want him inside me. I stand up and look him in the eyes. 'I want your poz load deep inside me, I want every inch of your cock raw inside me' Without a word, he takes me by the hips and switches our places, so that I am now bending over the desk and he stands behind me. I feel his hard cock at my hole and he starts with first dry thrusts. Then I hear him spit, first on my hole, which he caresses with his finger and then a second loud spit, but it doesn't hit me, I guess he is preparing his cock. 'As you want me completely raw, you will not have the luxury of lube to handle my poz cock. But I guess my spit and precum will already be lube enough' 'Fuck me! Give me you poz cum, please' I plead. His cock is now thrusting more eager against my hole and with a sudden stronger thrust his cock's head slips into me. I moan loudly, but the Doctor isn't gentle. He keeps pushing stronger and almost half of his cock is already inside me. Then he pulls out completely and slams his cock forcefully into my body, burying his cock deep inside me. Because of the mix of pleasure and pain I already come on his desk, but this is just the beginning of this fuck. The Doctor is now pushing rhythmically in and out of my hole, staying inside for longer periods of time. He hits my prostate with relentless precision and despite my handsfree cum explosion, I am already rock hard again. 'Mike, I have to say, you take my poz cock really nicely. Let's see how you can handle my toxic seed' Doctor John keeps fucking me for almost 15 minutes before he finally shoots his poz load inside me. He collapses on my back and pushes me on his desk. My cock still hard, but already leaking again. Two more load have escaped me during our fuck. When he finally stands up and his half hard cock slips out of my hole, I finally register that I just took my first knowing poz load and I feel exhilarated. 'That was awesome' I say, turning around and looking at the naked, sweaty body of Doctor John in his chair. 'Yeah, it was. We will have to do that again, you are mine now. I have marked you as my own, this gift cannot go to waste' I push myself from the desk and walk over the other side to get my clothes, when I suddenly feel his hands around my waist. He turns me around and as we are standing both naked in the middle of the office, I know this journey has just begun. Doctor John pulls me towards him and we seal this new reality with a deep, longing kiss. His warm cum buried deep inside me.

I still couldn't believe what I had just seen it blew my mind to have seen my dad intentionally fill his own grandson with a load of toxic poz cum. My dad didn't pull right out and I heard him tell my son that he was keeping his ass plugged so that it wouldn't leak out. I also saw him reach over and pick up a medium sized butt plug. I guessed he was going to use it to replace his cock keeping the cum inside. I found myself walking into the room my eyes glued to the scene in front of me. My cock as hard as it had ever been. Since my son had come out as gay I had occasionally dreamed of something happening either with me or with me watching but had never imagined something like this. As i walked towards them I couldn't take my eyes off my son's ass my dads cock still buried inside as it started to get soft. Dad was about to pull out and insert the butt plug he was holding when he noticed me there and stopped he stiffened and looked a little nervous I coukd tell he didn't know how I would react then he seemed to notice my rock hard cock amd where I was looking and relaxed. I didn't say anything just put my hand on his shoulder and he pulled his cock out of my son's now tainted ass and moved to the side so that I could move in behind him then hesitated my mind wasn't sure if I was ready to take thus step. My body was mkre than ready however. I felt I was about to explode with the need to do something. However I didn't move in to ljbe my cock up with his slightly gaping ass instead I leaned down put my hands on his cheeks and leaned in tongue extending to get a taste The smell was intense. A mix of my son's natural smell and my dads cum it had me feeling intoxicated as I started to bury my tongue deep inside. It was then my son realized something was happening and I felt him stiffen a little when he looked back and saw me and I heard him gasp " dad" but before he could react more my father put his hand on his back and told him to relax. For the next five minutes I ate my son's newly bred ass while my dad rubbed his back and talked dirty to him still calling him names and degrading him as he moaned from the work my mouth was doing. I finally couldn't resist anymore so I stopped what my tongue was doing and I straightened up moving in behind him and pressed the head of my cock against him. My dad has always shot huge loads and even after I had tongue fucked my boy there was enough leaking out that I didn't need lube as I pushed my cock in. My cock isn't nearly as long as my father but is thicker so my son was still fairly tight as I started to fuck him. I admit I was in heaven I had dreamed of fucking him many many times but this was better than anything I had ever dreamed of the whole situation was mkre than I could have imagined. As my cock worked his ass the fact it was not only my dads cum that we were using for lube but his poz filled cum made the whole situation even more surreal. After a couple minutes my dad moved up by my son's head and began slapping his face with his cock until my son put it in his mouth That was to much for me. My son being spotted between me and my dad was more than I could take and in less than a minute I found myself cumming deep inside my son shooting a huge load of my own. As I pulled out my dad handed me the plug he had grabbed earlier and I pushed it inside my son before I collapsed next to him on the bed. I watched for awhile as my son sucked hjs grandfather's cock and saw he was starting to get hard again already which wasn't a surprise dad always could recover quickly and age didn't seem to effect that. My dad pulled his cock out of his grandsons mouth and leaned down and whispered in his ear. My son just nodded then got up and moved over to me asking me to lay on my stomach. I wasn't sure what he had in mind for sure but had some guesses mostly thought my son might end up trying to top me. As I rolled onto my stomach I felt him mkve in and felt his hands on my ass pulling my cheeks apart then felt his tongue start to rim me. I was kinda surprised at how good my bot was at eating ass at his age but he definitely had a gift. Soon his fingers joined his tongue as he slowly woked my hole and I was in heaven. After a few minutes it was just his fingers and I realized he was lubing me up and I got excited thinking I would soon feel his cock replace the fingers. I knew my son had had plenty of lovers but he had never expressed any interest in topping the thought i would be the first he did it with had me getting hard again. When his fingers stopped I felt his hands grab my hips and he pulled back on them so I moved so that I was on my knees elbows and forearms on the bed. I was anticipating feeling my son's hands on my ass again as he moved in behind me. And I did feel hand but not my son's somewhat small soft hands they were my dads larger calloused hands. Part 3 soon

An unedited draft I found in the old files. 1. On this day “Stop, stop,” I stammered, rising up and leaning forward to brace my forearms against the popcorn wall of Terence’s apartment and groaned - against my hyper sensitive skin, even the bumps on the wall felt like a forbidden pleasure. Terence kissed and nipped at my abdomen, “you getting scared?” he murmured, not a single note of judgement in his voice. I swallowed against the hoarse lump in my throat and sucked my tongue against the roof of my mouth trying to build some saliva so I could even simply just speak. Fearing his lost interest if I delayed too long, I simply shook my head no, looking down and locking eyes with him to make sure he saw. He smiled and continued kissing. I finally found my voice, “no… I just, I can’t hold myself there - hovering over your dick like that… thighs weak… fuck… high.” John chuckled, a low rumble that echoed in my belly, “I think that means you should sit on it.” “Mmm,” I moaned as he reached up to tweak one nipple, then the other, then both. “Yesssss,” I hissed as his careful ministrations brought me back to life. I slithered my forearms down against the wall, enjoying the gentle ribbing against my skin. I lowered my body again until once more I felt the head of his cock against my hole. This time rather than trying to squat over him, I folded my legs. He patted my thighs, now relaxed and straight, rather than taut and strained. “Better?” He whispered as he let his hands explore my backside, grip my cheeks, and once again begin to pry them open. The meth made it so that my mind actually thought it could feel his dick secreting its juices against the exterior of my hole. But I didn’t have too much time to dwell on that because I most certainly did feel it when his wiry fingers worked their way in, pushing his juices deeper into me. “Fuck yeaaaaa.” I looked down at him and grinned. He nodded to my right, “pick up the poppers and do a long hit, both sides.” I couldn’t refuse, despite the massive pounding in my head. I picked up the bottle wearily and looked down at him as I began the first sniff on my right side. “Inhale…” he murmured, moving one hand up to my chest so he could feel me take in the fumes, while the fingers of his other hand increased the speed or pressure or… fuck… whatever he was doing back there it was driving me crazy with anticipation. I held the hit - he likes it when I do that - but then I thought I saw the slightest nod so I released the hit, sinking down further against his wriggling fingers as I did so. These poppers were strong and we’d just opened them a short while ago. Immediately the vapors went to work, sweeping away my worries with a wave of warmth and perversion. I must’ve let out some kind of noise because he chuckled. With his one free hand he nudged the bottle to the other nostril. As I inhaled again, my ass grew alive to the feeling of every twist and turn of his fingers. The way his knuckles bulged and the edges of his fingernails were not perfectly filed down. I lifted my ass, not to get away, but to add the motion of sliding on his fingers. “Good boy,” he whispered as I exhaled. On instinct, at the bottom of the exhale I breathed in a little bit more vapor - the bottle was still uncapped and right there. Nothing gets by Terence, though. “A good addict always wants more,” he commented slyly, “go ahead do another hit, both nostrils.” I started again, and smiled as the pounding in my head transformed from the throb of discomfort to the rhythm of encouragement, pushing me to go further and sink deeper. Poppers work so quickly. By the time I was on the second side I felt him inserting all the fingers of one hand and then splaying them steadily inside of me, like a human speculum. His other hand insistently tweaked at my nips, sending pulses of pleasure up to my brain where they infused with the drugs and then raced back down to tell my cock to leak and my ass to open. “Time for something stronger,” Terence said, nodding at the side table, as I finished the second hit. I let out a groan of desire. Always. Always meth after poppers. He had expertly slid his cock through the opening in his fingers and now I could feel the crown pushing incessantly, desperate to get in. “Make you want it more,” Terence said as I picked up the bong. “I do want it,” I said, the desperation pushing the pitch of my voice higher as I clicked on the torch. That sound immediately sent a mental shiver that only added to my heightened state of arousal. “What do you want?” he teased. I didn’t answer, as I was now 100% fixated on the bong. My poppered up cross eyes watched as the crystal melted and the smoke started to swirl around the bong. I licked my chapped lips as I raised the pipe to my mouth and started to suck. My eyes followed those wisps as they raced from the bulb, through the bong, gurgled through the water, up the pipe and then down my throat. As my thoughts raced, I thought Terence had picked up some preternatural ability to time the flicks of his fingers on my nips with the bubbling of the water. Such pure fucking delirious pleasure, I thought. I continued to fill myself with that most delicious of drugs, my tweaker eyes carefully watching my torso expand while also making sure the wisps weren’t escaping through the bong hole. Terence doesn’t like that, waste of good meth, he had explained. Which is why I had to maintain some level of control while smoking with him. I had to time it just right… to stop the flame quite a bit earlier so that I could cleanly suck away the residual smoke without wastage. I closed my eyes as I reached the top of my breath, letting the rush wrap around me. I cried out as precisely in that moment, Terence’s other hand move from my ass to my other nipple, and now his fingers were furiously dancing around my most sensitive erogenous zones. “You’re…” I said breathlessly, “... in?” “Yes boy, you almost didn’t notice it with that hit, right?” He teased, bucking upward so I could feel the certainty of his dick in my ass. I grunted as, again, I involuntarily raised the bong. Terence laughed, “not like I wasn’t going to give you a hit anyway, but you gotta learn to keep better control.” I already had the torch lit when he said, “2 more hits then, punishment for trying to sneak one without my permission.” “Fuuuck,” I said around the pipe as I heated the bulb and felt his cock push deeper inside of me. “That’s it,” Terence said as I started to inhale again. “Get hungry for that fucking dirty dick,” I heard him say over the bubbling. Yes, I thought as my heartbeat quickened to match the throbbing in my brain. I want this dirty dick. “I know you do, boy,” he said, surprising me. In my altered state, I hadn’t realized I’d said it outloud. Clearly, Terence was aware of that as he smirked at me, “do the second hit now, hurry up junkie.” I whimpered as those words caused my dick to jump. “Love being your junkie,” I quickly uttered before I stuck the pipe back into my mouth, still coordinated enough to not let any of the precious smoke escape before I could suck it in. “Yeah, let’s get you back into that headspace,” Terence said, pinching my nips each in turn. I grimaced and whined but didn’t dare to stop sucking. I knew he was just teasing me. He started flicking them again and I pushed myself down further on his dick as pleasure flooded my body and filth surged in my mind. “Oh god…” I cried out as I felt his balls at the base of my ass and his fat crown deep in my guts, “it’s too–” “It was always too late,” Terence cut me off, knowing exactly what I was going to say. I looked down at him and in my high I saw his handsome face twisted. The drugs in my system pulled the shadows across his face longer and deeper into devilish proportions. “You knew you were going to sit on this toxic dick the minute you sent me that message,” he said, tugging me down by the nips. I curled my back so he could continue to fuck his disease into me as I laid my forehead against his. I saw his twisted smile and then closed my eyes, letting the demonic visage sharpen with the fresh drugs in my system. I felt his tongue against my lips and opened, letting our mouths explore each other messily as he continued to whisper to me between wet kisses. “There was…” he said before sucking on my tongue, “... no chance…” he spit and then leaned in to lap at the pool of his filth in my mouth, “... you were going to stay sober…” Fucccck. I was going to put down the bong and lighter, but with those words, I urgently opened my eyes and sought to bring the pipe into the small space between our hearts. He saw what I was doing and laughed, “good tweaker, but there’s not enough space for that to not burn.” I groaned in disappointment. “Now now,” he chastised, “where there’s a tweaker, there’s a way. Use the long nozzle.” Of course, Terence’s home was filled with every kind of apparatus one needed to get a good fix, and he had used most of them already to pump me up over the last few days. I lifted my head slightly to find the long black plastic nozzle. It was about a yard long and at the end of it was yet another bong firmly clamped to the table. As I brought the nozzle to my lips he took the lighter from me with one hand and stretched it out to light the bulb. “Now for this hit, I’m just gonna keep the flame going, you can swap between putting the nozzle in my mouth or yours or whatever, I’ll let you do what you want.” I nodded and furiously began to suck. He raised an eyebrow, “just don’t be too greedy, now.” I nodded and put the nozzle end into his mouth, then blew a cloud of smoke around his face as he sucked. I could even see him breathing some in through his nostrils. The metallic smell engulfed us as he spit the nozzle out and I quickly latched on to his mouth to take the shotgun. I took as much as I could but I could see the nozzle still streaming out smoke so I snuck the plastic in between our mouths. We lost ourselves in a hazy mix of hits, shotguns, slobber, and verbal filth. “Put that fucking pipe in my mouth.” And I did, not knowing if those words were even his or mine, the battlecry of a long repressed addict. He latched his mouth to my nose, taking in my hit that way. “Back and forth.” Again it didn’t matter whose voice it was. We messily clashed through the haze but our tweaker mouths on instinct found their way back to each other. As he finally stopped the flame after what felt to me like half an hour, we used each other’s lungs as balloons, recycling the precious chemical again and again, forcing every single bit to distill in our bodies. Incredibly, and this is precisely when I came to him, Terence’s free hand remained on my nipple the entire time, and now his other hand, no longer busy with the torch, found its way to my chest as well. Nothing, and I mean nothing, ruins me having my nipples played with. The sensations made every fiber of my body scream out for drugs. More drugs. Always drugs. When we finally finished, hardly a wisp of smoke escaped either of our mouths. “Fuck!” I cried out and he moved his mouth to one of my tits and began assaulting it with his tongue. “Yeah you fucking meth addict,” he said between nips and licks, “I know what you fucking want.” “Ugh!” I struggled under his assault, yet my grip was like an iron vice around his head, keeping his tongue and mouth right there. “Goddamnit,” I pleaded, “that makes me want the nastiest things.” “Uh huh,” he said, speeding up his licks, “tell me, boy.” “Fuck man… never pull out just keep that fucking poz dick in me, and then cum over and over again and over and again,” I said, my words garbling at the end. “And feed you more meth?” he earnestly asked. I nodded furiously, “get me hooked again goddamnit it, don’t let me stop, make me do hits nonstop as long as you’re in me and you’re fucking on my nips like that, god.” “Yeah? Hit that fucking bong again then!” There was no way I could pick up the bong in that state, so I simply popped the plastic nozzle back in my mouth. Now it was my arm stretching out to light the bulb. “Ohhhh fuuuuck,” I whispered as I took in a new hit. The barely subsided waves of pleasure now buoyed up again by a new flood of dopamine in my system. I felt the sharp sensation of my brain frying as I sucked again and again. “Do some continuous hits, until I say,” Terence demanded, then returned to his job of drooling over one nip. He quickly stuck the fingers of his hand into his mouth to get them wet before using them to tease the other nip. With his second free hand, he reached in between us to pull at my dick. I whimpered as I finally sucked to the top of my lungs and then forcefully exhaled my nose as fast as possible so I could suck from my mouth again, and quickly before anything burned or the smoke was wasted. I go from stone cold sober to desperate tweaker whore in 2 hits and Terence loved that about me. Continuous hits would push me even further, so would his amazing cadence of nip work. Fast flicks across the tip while I’m sucking to encourage me to do big hits; languid, hard licks and pinches on the exhales so I marinated in the surge of depravity each new hit brought. Inhale. I need to find more dick. I need to be ass up in a dark room. At a sex offender’s haven. In a conservative country without testing. Inhale. I need more meth. Can I put another pipe in my mouth? What if he starts peeing right now? While he slams? Inhale. Fuck… someone please tie me to a meth machine. I need to hotbox something. Inhale. “Shotgun this to me,” Terence demanded. I stopped the flame and brought both hands to his jaw, lifting his face to mine so I could push the meth into him. Feed his inner demon as he’d fed mine. We both whimpered and whined as we pushed each other’s straining lungs to go again and again, each one challenging the other to see who would have to break for fresh air first. Please not that. The door slammed. We broke free and I found myself panting, desperately drawing in oxygen even as my body tried to reject it. My head swam and my vision became speckled as if a sheet of paper next to a fire and showered by embers. I could hear Terence laugh and say hi to someone, but sharp yet muffled ringing in my ears prevented me from making out his words. I felt a hand in my hair that yanked me back. I became keenly aware of Terence’s poz cock pounding away at me as I looked up wearily at the face above me. My vision was fuzzy, my hearing was barely there. But I still could recognize him. “Good boy, Eric, welcome to Day 4,” Emilio said.

Steam Room Breeding Chapter 1. I was out of town for a conference, staying at a really swanky hotel in Amsterdam, the kind with it’s own spa and sauna area. I finished my morning lectures and presentations and didn’t have anything all afternoon until a dinner meeting. After walking around town a bit, I went back to the hotel to change and explore the sauna area. Some of my straight colleagues had told me about the sorts of antics that went on there during past conferences. A manager told me that he got a handjob from another guy once. I suspected that if he admitted to a handjob, he probably did more. Another junior manager told me that he saw two guys blowing each other, which probably meant he was the one sucking cock. Hearing these straight guys, in Amsterdam no less, talking so lasciviously about a hotel sauna, I wondered what they must have though of the Red Light District… I thought their idea of deviant behavior was somehow quaint. Anyway, I skyped my boyfriend back home and told him I was going to go exploring. He winked at me, and told me to have a good time, and then told me that he would be entertaining a few friends of his own that afternoon. I knew he’d wind up taking loads, so there was nothing to stop me from having some raunchy sweaty fun. I went downstairs and was disappointed to find that the whole spa area was closed for the day for cleaning. Just my luck. I went back to my room and found a few overtly gay saunas online and headed that way. I found the address and was buzzed in. I saw a poster with a comic of an asshole leaking cum and some Dutch writing I couldn’t understand, but I did note today’s date featured prominently. I walked in, and the attendant spoke to me in perfect English, asking if I was a member, I told them no and that I was just visiting. He smiled and said, members only, but that today there was a special offer. I handed over the cash, paid my admission, and he gave me a yellow bracelet and told me to wear it so that members would recognize me as a newcomer and welcome me. I thanked him, and headed to the locker room to get rid of my clothes and into a towel. I shucked off my clothes as two guys came in, sweaty and smiling. They noticed my bracelet, smiled at me, and dropped their towels. Both were semi-hard, and one had a glistening cock that looked like he had just been fucking. He shook his cummy cock at me, smiling, as his buddy bent over the bench and pulled his cheeks apart, showing off a sloppy freshly-bred asshole. My mouth started to water. They laughed and said something in Dutch that I didn’t understand. ‘English,’ the top asked me. ‘American.’ I replied. ‘He wants to know if you want to fuck him…’ I was instantly rock hard and walked up to the bottom’s upturned ass. "Condom?" I asked. They both shook their heads no, and the bottom spread his cheeks wider. I lined up my raw cock and slapped it against his shiny wet hole. He backed up onto it, and I gasped as I easily slid all the way inside. The top walked up behind me and tweaked my nipples, sliding his slimy cock between my ass cheeks. The bottom sank himself until my balls were tight against him. They both babbled in Dutch as I pounded that hole. "Breed him," the top hissed into my ear. I could feel my orgasm building in my gut, and shot my load into his eager friend’s ass. I bent forward to catch my breath, still inside the wet hole below me. The top took that as an invitation and lurched forward, tearing my ass open. I knew he was in me raw, and I didn’t stop him. He had been rubbing off against my ass, surely leaking precum. That precum and the bottom’s ass juice still on his cock were the only lube as he jackrabbited against my ass. His fucking kept me hard, and even though the bottom was still, he was clenching his gut muscles. Just as the top started breathing more quickly and fired off his load into me, I lost another load inside the bottom. The top pulled out and walked into the showers, smiling at me, and beckoning for his friend to join him. The bottom kissed me on the mouth and fingered my ass a bit. He stammered as best as he could in English, "Nothing like fresh toxic cum…." My jaw dropped, and then I shrugged as I thought to myself 'My boy and I had both been taking cum from strangers for a long time. We certainly must had taken more than one POZ load. No big deal, right?'. Then why was I getting hard again, especially after just having cum twice? To be continued…

My cum always goes in them no matter what. Breeding is my pleasure everytime i fuck

As I approach 6th conversion anniversary, I present you with my conversion story. My stories are based on true events however, I try to add erotica. In my story while I am running through emotions of my conversion, I am imagining if my negative ass and his positive cock were to come alive........... The seeds of my conversion were laid in a gay bar The gay bar pulses with raw, unfiltered energy, a throbbing den of desire where the night air hangs heavy with the scent of sweat, spilled beer, and the faint, musky tang of arousal. Bass from the speakers vibrates through the sticky wooden floor, syncing with the rapid heartbeats of the crowd packed shoulder-to-shoulder. Strobe lights cut through the haze like knives, flashing over bare torsos glistening under the dim glow, hips grinding in shameless rhythm on the dance floor. Men of all builds—lean twinks, beefy bears, smooth jocks—press close, hands roaming freely, lips brushing necks, crotches bumping with deliberate intent. It's a place where inhibitions dissolve, where the line between flirtation and fuck blurs into oblivion. I sat at the scarred oak bar, a fit guy in your mid-20s with a slim, athletic frame honed from gym sessions and runs along the beach. My dark brown hair is tousled just right, falling over my forehead in a way that screams approachable yet fuckable. I am dressed to tease: a fitted black shirt that hugs my defined pecs and narrow waist, unbuttoned enough to show a hint of smooth chest. Below, snug jeans cling to my thighs like a second skin, the denim molding over the firm curve of my bubble butt and the subtle bulge of my cock, which twitches occasionally as the club's vibe seeps into me. I've ordered a whiskey neat, the amber liquid burning down my throat as I sip, trying to play it cool. But inside, a storm brews. I've always been the safe one—condoms, regular tests coming back negative. Tonight, though, something feral stirs. The whiskey warms my belly, loosening the knot of caution, whispering temptations of risk, of letting go and getting lost in the heat. My eyes scan the room, drawn to the dance floor where bodies writhe like a living organism. A guy nearby laughs too loud, his hand sliding down his partner's back to squeeze an ass cheek possessively. I shift on the stool, feeling my own hole clench involuntarily, a phantom ache building. The bar's energy is infectious, pulling me in, making my skin prickle with anticipation. I've come here alone, telling myself it's just for a drink, but deep down, I crave connection—raw, unprotected, the kind that leaves marks. Across the crowded space, Jax locks eyes with me. He's in his mid-30s, rugged and commanding, with a build that speaks of hard labor or heavier lifts—broad shoulders straining a sleeveless gray tee, tattoos snaking up his thick arms, a salt-and-pepper beard framing a square jaw. His dark eyes smolder with confidence, scanning the room like a predator selecting prey. When his gaze lands on me, it sticks, raking over my body with blatant hunger. He smirks, the corner of his mouth quirking up, and jerks his head toward the shadowy back corridor—a dim hallway leading to who-knows-where, away from the main throng. My pulse hammers in my ears, louder than the music. My cock stiffens fully now, pressing insistently against the seam of my jeans, a damp spot forming where precum beads at the tip. I hesitate for a beat, glass halfway to your lips, but the pull is magnetic. I down the rest of the whiskey in one gulp, the fire spreading through my veins, and slide off the stool. Weaving through the press of hot, sweat-slicked bodies feels like wading into a sea of temptation. A hand brushes my ass accidentally—or not—as I pass, sending a jolt straight to my groin. The air grows thicker, charged with pheromones, every inhale filling my lungs with the promise of sex. Jax waits at the corridor's mouth, leaning against the wall with casual dominance, his muscular legs spread wide, crotch outlined prominently in his faded cargos. He doesn't speak, just nods once, and I follow, heart thudding as the club's roar fades behind me. The hallway swallows me whole, the noise muffling to a distant thump, replaced by the echo of my footsteps and ragged breaths. Graffiti scars the brick walls—crude drawings of cocks and asses, scrawled messages urging 'Fuck raw' and 'Breed me'. Dim bulbs flicker overhead, casting long shadows that dance like ghosts. Jax doesn't waste time. He spins me around, slamming my back against the cool, rough brick. His body pins mine, solid and unyielding, heat radiating from his skin like a furnace. I can smell him now—clean sweat mixed with cologne and something earthier, masculine. His crotch grinds into my hip, the hard ridge of his erection unmistakable, thick and insistent. "That ass," he growls low, lips grazing my ear, breath hot and laced with beer. "Been teasing me all night, swaying like it wants to be owned." His hands are everywhere—fingers digging into my hips, yanking me closer, one palm sliding up under my shirt to thumb a nipple. I gasp, arching into him, my own hands fumbling at his chest, feeling the hard slabs of muscle beneath. The danger thrills me; I overheard him earlier at the bar, bragging to a friend about his status—positive, on a medical break and hence potent in reality. It should scare me, but instead, it ignites a dark fire, making my hole twitch with forbidden need. Jax's mouth crashes onto mine, a bruising kiss all tongue and teeth, devouring me like he's starved. I kiss back hungrily, tasting salt and smoke, my cock throbbing painfully confined. His fingers hook into my belt loops, tugging my jeans down with rough efficiency. The zipper rasps, fabric pooling at my ankles along with my skimpy briefs. Cool air hits my bare skin, raising goosebumps, my erection springing free—seven inches of rigid flesh, curving upward, the head flushed and slick with precum. But Jax's eyes drop lower, to the prize: my plump cheeks framing a tight, pink pucker, the rim smooth and virginal in its untouched tightness, clenching shyly under his stare. He steps back just enough to free himself, shoving down his zipper with a metallic snick. His cock emerges like a weapon, a girthy nine-incher, the shaft thick as my wrist, ridged with bulging veins that pulse with his heartbeat. The mushroom head is a deep purple, swollen and weeping a steady stream of clear fluid, balls heavy and low-hanging below a nest of dark hair. It bobs aggressively, pointing at me like an accusation, the slit oozing more precum in invitation. I know what it carries—the virus, humming in his blood, ready to rewrite me. My knees weaken, ass cheeks flexing as if already feeling the invasion. Jax pulls a small brown bottle from his pocket, the label worn but unmistakable: poppers. He unscrews the cap with a grin that's all teeth and promise. "These are gonna make it good," he murmurs, voice a gravelly command. "Open you up wide, turn that tight ring into a hungry hole. Inhale when I tell you—deep hits, let it rush through you." He takes a snort first, eyes half-closing as the chemical high hits, his cock jerking visibly. Then he holds it under my nose. The sharp, vinegary scent invades my senses; I huff deeply, the vapors exploding in my brain like fireworks. My body melts, muscles loosening, blood rushing south as my rim softens, blooming slightly in readiness. In this fevered haze, the world narrows to the intimate space between our bodies. Reality bends, and my ass and his cock come alive—not in flesh, but in sultry, internal whispers that echo in my mind like a private duet, raw and intimate, heightening every sensation. They face off, his tip hovering inches from my entrance, tracing teasing circles on my inner thighs, building the tension to unbearable levels. HIS COCK (Jax's massive shaft, a deep, resonant baritone that rumbles through my core, the length flexing with each syllable, veins standing out as it inches closer, a fat drop of precum dangling from the slit): Look at you, tight little mancunt, all puckered and pink, clenching like you've been waiting for me your whole life. I've been trapped in these pants all night, watching that bubble butt grind against the bar stool, calling to me. Feel how hard I am? Throbbing, veins full of blood and more—I'm positive, loaded with my special gift, the kind that flips boys like you from safe and empty to wild and owned. Let me seduce you into it. Imagine my head pushing past that ring, bare and hot, stretching you wide till you're gasping. No rubber, just skin on skin, my precum leaking in first to tease what's coming. Then the flood—thick ropes of cum blasting deep, converting every cell, making you crave this rush forever. What's holding you back? That negative status? It's boring. Let me change you, make you mine. MY ASS (my eager hole, a breathy, vulnerable tenor that quivers from the cheeks, the rim fluttering shyly toward the approaching heat, inner walls tingling with nerves): Oh god, you're so close... I can feel the warmth radiating off you, that drip from your tip almost touching me. I've been negative forever, clenched tight against anything that could change me. Guys poke and prod, but I stay safe, locked up. But tonight... you're different. Huge, veined, pressing like you own the air between us. Why me? What makes you think I want your conversion? HIS COCK (nuzzling closer now, the broad head brushing my perineum, smearing a warm trail of slickness upward, voice dropping to a seductive purr, the shaft bobbing with restrained power): Because I see it in you—the way your cheeks tense when eyes linger, how your hole winks when you think no one's watching. Conversion? It's pure fire. I'll start slow, my crown dimpling that virgin ring, popping in with a burn that turns to bliss. Inch by veiny inch, I'll claim those velvet walls, dragging friction that lights up your nerves. You'll feel me pulse inside, leaking more precum to lube the way, priming you for the real change. But first, poppers—essential for this. They drop your defenses, make your muscles go slack so I can slide deep without fight. Jax is holding the bottle; snort now, deep and long. Let it hit you, melt that resistance. I snatch the vial from Jax's hand, pressing it to my nostril and inhaling sharply. The rush crashes over me like a wave—dizzying, euphoric, my vision spotting as heat floods my body. My ass relaxes instantly, the rim softening, parting slightly as if inviting entry. Jax chuckles, low and dark, his tip catching on the loosened edge, testing the give. MY ASS (blooming under the high, voice turning husky and needy, the pucker quivering openly now, pushing back instinctively): Fuck, the poppers... everything's spinning, so loose and electric. Your head's right there, teasing the edge. I... I'm seduced. That warmth, the promise—guide me through it. Show me how to take you, how the conversion works step by step. HIS COCK (pressing forward with intent, the flared crown dimpling my entrance firmly, tone shifting to firm instruction, the slit oozing steadily): That's my boy—poppers are key, keep you open and hungry. Now, relax and push out like you're bearing down. Feel that? My head breaching, stretching the ring wide. Good—grip me as I sink in. We're going slow; first few inches to let you adjust. Those veins of mine? They'll scrape your walls just right, building the heat. Conversion starts here—my precum seeping in, marking you from the inside. When I hit halfway, poppers again; it'll make the deeper stretch feel like heaven. The penetration begins with a sharp, delicious burn as Jax's cockhead forces past your sphincter, the muscle yielding with a slick pop. I cry out, the sound muffled against his shoulder as I clutch at his arms. Inch after thick inch follows, my walls stretching impossibly around his girth, the prominent veins dragging along sensitive nerves, sending sparks of pleasure-pain radiating outward. Jax rocks his hips gently, feeding more length, his hands spreading my cheeks wide for better access. The poppers' glow lingers, turning the fullness into a throbbing ecstasy, my prostate already brushing his shaft. MY ASS (yielding to the invasion, inner muscles fluttering around the buried length, voice a muffled whine of sensation): Shit, you're huge—splitting me open, those ridges pulling at me. It burns so good... guide me more. How deep now? When's the next poppers? HIS COCK (half-seated, pausing to throb inside me, the shaft pulsing rhythmically against my walls, voice steady and dominant): Halfway in, perfect—feel how your mancunt's hugging me, milking already? That's instinct, begging for the gift. I'm leaking deep now, that precum warming your core, starting the rewrite. Poppers signal: Jax is bringing the bottle—inhale deep as I push the rest. It'll loosen you further, let me bottom out without a hitch. Jax presses the open bottle to my face; I huff greedily, the fresh hit amplifying everything—the stretch, the heat, the illicit thrill. My body goes limp with bliss, ass opening voraciously. He surges forward with a grunt, burying the final inches until his balls press flush against my taint, the head nudging deep into my guts. Fullness consumes me, every vein mapped against my insides, my own cock leaking profusely onto the floor. MY ASS (fully impaled, walls clenching greedily, voice keening in overwhelmed pleasure): Yes—bottomed out, owning every bit of me. The poppers make it pulse so intense. Now what? How does the conversion build from here? HIS COCK (holding still to let me savor it, then withdrawing an inch before snapping back, setting a slow rhythm, tone possessive and guiding): Locked in now, that's the spot—feel my tip kissing your depths? Each pull and thrust pumps more of me into you, my fluids mixing with yours. Conversion's ramping up; the virus rides every stroke, cell by cell. Poppers keep it smooth—important for the pace, prevents clenching that could slow the absorption. When I pick up speed, huff again; it'll sync your body to the pounding, turn it into waves of need. Jax's hips begin to move in earnest, pulling out halfway before driving back in with controlled force. The wet sounds of flesh meeting flesh fill the hallway—schlick, slap, my cheeks rippling from the impacts. Sweat beads on my skin, trickling down my back as he kneads my globes, fingers occasionally dipping to feel where his cock disappears inside me. My dick bobs untouched, precum stringing to the ground, the pressure coiling tighter in my balls. He slaps the bottle to my nose once more; I inhale, the rush hitting as his thrusts accelerate, turning the fuck into a relentless drive. MY ASS (bouncing on the pistoning shaft, rim gripping slickly with each withdrawal, voice fracturing into moans): Deeper—pound it! I feel you swelling, that hot leak turning my insides to fire. The poppers... they're everything, making me take you raw, absorb the change. HIS COCK (ramming harder now, balls smacking my skin with lewd pops, voice roughening with building climax): Fuck, you're tight and wet, sucking me in like you were made for conversion. Each slam delivers more—my seed's brewing, ready to flood and seal it. Poppers one more time: snort as I go full throttle. It'll drop you into the peak, let you milk every drop without holding back. The final hit surges through me, head swimming as Jax's pace turns brutal, hips blurring in a frenzy. His cock fattens inside, grinding my prostate mercilessly, the veins throbbing against my walls. My orgasm crashes first—body seizing, cock erupting in thick jets that splatter the brick wall, hole spasming wildly around him, pulling him deeper. MY ASS (convulsing in ecstasy, voice a shattered cry, sucking greedily): Cum now—flood me! Make the conversion stick, turn me positive and dripping! HIS COCK (exploding with a roar, shaft jerking as ropes of hot cum blast into my core, tone triumphant): Take it—spurt after spurt, painting you full! Converted, boy—my hole now, buzzing with the gift forever. He grinds through his release, cum overflowing, leaking down my thighs in warm rivulets. I slump against the wall, trembling, ass throbbing with the fresh, illicit warmth. Jax withdraws slowly, the wet pop echoing, his softening cock glistening with your combined fluids. He tucks himself away, pressing the poppers into my palm with a final smirk. "Hold onto these. You'll be back for more soon." He melts into the shadows, leaving me alone, fingers tracing the creamy drip from my hole, body humming with newfound hunger—no longer negative, but alive with craving. The hallway spins faintly as the poppers fade, but the fullness lingers, a promise of nights to come. I pull up my jeans, the fabric sticking to the mess, and stumble back toward the bar's lights, already next to Jax at the bar raising celebratory drink and making plans with him for the rest of the weekend.

How I got Pozzed up When you feel like you don’t matter, that nobody will ever love you the way you feel that you should be loved, you tend to do stupid things. Being a fat guy from the time I was 10 years old, I never loved myself. I didn’t do drugs or commit crimes like some people do. I buried my head in computers and sex. Looking for anyone that would fucking me and cum in me, just so for that moment, I felt like I mattered. Even if I was just a hole to them. I started have sex when I was 17. Living in Florida and being on AOL, it wasn’t hard to find someone that just wanted to fuck someone and never see them again. Right before I turned 18, I moved back to the Midwest. That is when I found out about bug chasing. It was a turn on. I let anyone that wanted to breed me do it. In 2008, I met a poz top that said he wasn’t on meds. I still have the video we made of him breeding me. It didn’t take though. I tested negative until I met him again in 2020. I was living in California, and in a relationship with a guy that when all was said and done, didn’t really love me. One night while he was at work B (the poz top from 2008) was in the area visiting a friend. He had a hotel room. He came and picked me up. We went back to his hotel. He fingered me for a bit roughing up my hole and then used a toothbrush to really rough it up. Once I was bleeding, that’s when he really fucked me. He came a lot. He dropped me back off at home. I kept his load in me. Letting it soak in my guts. That was mid-November. By November 28th I was deathly ill. I never put two and two together. I ended up at the ER and they diagnosed me with Covid. Little did I know it was a 2 for 1 special. I was also sero converting. It took me 3 months to get better. So about March 2021. Me and BF broke up and he moved out. Shortly after I finally got a Primary doctor in California, I asked for a full std panel. This was on a Friday. The next Tuesday the clinic calls and tells me everything came back negative on the std panel. Forward to the next morning, 7:30 in the morning and my phone is ringing. It’s the doctor themselves. “Hi, Mr A? It’s Doctor C. Just to confirm, can you confirm your date of birth and home address?” I give her my info. “The reason I’m calling is we need to go over one of the test results.” “Uh, the clinic called me last night, said everything was fine.” “It’s not fine. They didn’t wait for the last test. You tested positive for HIV” I went numb after that call. 20 years of never asking status, and taking every load offered and now I tested positive. My roommates were supportive. Told me I would get through this. 4 days after that call, I tried to unalive myself. That fact that I’m writing this story shows it didn’t work. When I was seen by the infectious disease doctor, my viral load was only 717. I started on meds. Every day hating looking at that god damn pill. Fast forward to 2024. September 2024, I said fuck it and quit taking the pill. If the doctor won’t let me do the shots, then I’m not taking the pill until my CD4 absolutely requires me to. Yeah, I’m vers. Yeah, I’m fat. And yes, if someone doesn’t ask or isn’t on prep, that’s on them at this point. It’s not my job to protect their health. If I fuck you at the bathhouse you should assume everyone is poz and not on meds. If not, don’t be surprised when a chubby top knocks your ass up with poz unmedicated seed. Oh and for anyone wondering, 43, 5’7, brown, blue 350lbs, 5-6”c

My brother and I sucked each other when we were 11/12, but we soon realized that I preferred sucking and he preferred being sucked. Our arrangement eventually lead to him fucking me, and I started looking for cock elsewhere (school mainly) when I was 14

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Last load I took with a regular fuckbud. was in NYC, stopped by his place. He gave me two loads in a sling

Please be gentle this is my first story: Park Toilets, The First Visit After having had two girlfriends, at the age of 30 I was starting to explore my bi side by chasing cock in public toilets and I was starting to realise I enjoyed sex with guys far more than I had with females. Sex with guys I found to be much more intense and also appealed to my nasty side. In a gay bar one day I overheard two guys talking about some toilets in a park on the other side of town that had been closed down three years ago and were now overgrown. Apparently someone had forced open the door and the toilets which were well hidden were now being used by the more sleazy type of guys, especially after it got dark as there was no lighting in there. One guy saying that mostly older guys some of whom were HIV used these toilets and that he had heard that hardly anyone in there ever used a condom. Now I was still new to sex with guys and had only been fucked twice, both times I had insisted on the other guy wearing a condom as I did not want to catch anything and on hearing the way guys behaved in these toilets I was somewhat disgusted. However after a couple of weeks my mind kept returning to what the two guys in the bar had said and each time I thought about what was going on in the toilets I was not as disgusted as the previous time. Although I would not admit it to myself after a month I was getting turned on by the thought of the nastiness of the guys in there, fucking strangers bareback etc., I felt my cock twitch each time I thought about what guys were doing in there and decided I would visit the toilets just to have a look. So with a day off work I decided to go to the other side of town and see if the stories were true. Arriving at the park mid afternoon it took me some time to find the toilets as they were quite overgrown, but someone had made a small gap in the hedge for guys to climb through. I went in through the half open door, which was bent over and wedged and before I could take anything in, the most revolting smell of stale piss hit me. It was obvious that guys still used the toilets but there was now no water to clean them. Going in round the corner of the toilets I saw there was a long floor trough and three cubicles, all of which had their doors smashed, but there was no one was inside. I breathed both a sigh of relief and of disappointment at finding the toilets empty, at this stage I was still not sure what I wanted if anything, but the nastiness of the place did have an attraction to my more depraved twisted side. I hung round for about 20 minutes, but with no one coming in I got bored and decided to leave and found a nearby bar. After having had three pints I was feeling slightly tipsy and hornier than ever. I walked out of the bar intending to get a taxi back home, but found myself walking back towards the park. It was almost dark as I re-entered the park and in the dark struggled to find the gap in the hedge, having found the gap I went back into the now dark toilets and sensed more than saw two bodies at the far end. I slowly edged towards the two bodies and as I got close in the dim moonlight I saw both guys were naked. They were both kissing each other as they wanked each others cocks. Looking closer at the two guys I shuddered as I saw they were both unattractive, their bodies looked drained and obviously both guys were over 60 years of age. Despite my disgust at these two ugly old farts, I couldn't stop my cock getting hard at the nastiness of the situation of two old naked men having sex in the most disgusting toilets I had ever been in. As I was watching the two guys one beckoned to me and then put his hand around my head and started to kiss me, gently at first, but then started sticking his tongue down my throat. I couldn't believe how hot and horny this felt and despite his age I just couldn't stop myself from returning his tongue action. The other guy started to strip off my clothes and before I really thought about it all my clothes were on the top of theirs and here I was a 30 year old man naked with two naked decrepit old guys over twice my age. But amazingly despite their outward looks of tired drained old bodies both had really big, hard and horny looking cocks, which I was soon sucking. As I was bent over sucking one of the guy's cocks, the other guy started to rub his cockhead over my brown hole, this was the first time I had felt a bare cock rub my hole and I loved the sensation it gave me. He then started to work one then two fingers up inside me and I realised he was getting my hole loosened to fuck me, I did stop sucking the other guy's cock and turned and told him I would only be fucked with a condom, to which he replied that he didn't have a condom and that he would just play around and once again started rubbing his cock over my hole. The guy whose cock I was sucking handed me a bottle, I had heard of poppers but never used them, but with the nastiness of the situation this seemed the perfect time to try them. Wow, I could not believe the buzz they gave me, as the guy behind me said "Don't panic I am just pushing it in an inch so you can see how bare cock feels" and with that he sunk his cockhead an inch or maybe a bit more into my unprotected cunt. I was given another hit of the poppers as the guy behind kept moving his large cockhead in and out of me and any pain I had originally felt soon disappeared and I was starting to enjoy the feel of his old cock inside me as he pushed even more of his large cock into me. I was both excited and afraid at the thought of having unprotected sex and said to him "What ever you do, please don't cum inside me". He replied "Don't worry I wont" and started thrusting a bit faster in me. As I continued sucking the cock of the guy in front of me, he started to piss straight into my mouth, which I began to swallow. Piss as much as anything gets me horny and with the nastiness of the place, being fucked by a dirty old man and kept being given poppers I was getting to the point where I lost all my inhibitions. I could feel the guy behind me speeding up, in a moment of sanity I asked him whether he was neg or poz, he replied, "I'm poz". The guy in front immediately gave me another hit on the poppers and I could not believe myself when I said, "Do whatever you want, I have gone past caring". The old guy fucking me said, "Do you want my poz load in you". I shouted back, "Infect me if you want, shoot your poz cum deep inside me, knock me up, I want to be pozzed" and with that I heard him groan and moan and felt his cum shooting inside my unprotected body. It was less than a week before I returned to the toilets looking for more nasty fun.

One time I was in a park one night and heading back to my car I noticed a condom in the parking lot and it had a huge load in it. The condom was double wrapped so I pulled it out and put in in my mouth and played with it for awhile before swallowing the unknown contents in my mouth and they tasted so fuckin good mmmmhmmm

By now, I was falling head over heels for Karl. He was this total playful stud, all ripped muscle and easy grins, with a cock that could wreck me in the best ways—thick, veined, and always ready. But it was more than that; he was caring, the way he'd brush my hair back after a rough fuck, passionate in how he'd hold me like I was his world. Those eyes of his, deep and hungry, screamed he wanted me forever, no bullshit. When the knock came at 8:30 PM, I was deep in a dream about us—tangled in sheets, his body pinning mine, whispering promises as he filled me slow and deep. I stumbled to the door, groggy and still in my boxers, the remnants of the bathhouse loads crusted between my thighs. Twisting the knob, there stood Karl, smiling that boyish smile, a plastic bag dangling from one hand with takeout containers and a couple of electrolyte drinks. He looked so damn cute in his faded tee and jeans, hair tousled like he'd rushed over, concern softening his sharp features. My heart flipped; I could've dropped to my knees right there in the hallway, yanked his zipper down, and sucked him off until he forgot his own name. 'Hey, you,' he said softly, stepping closer. 'Heard you weren't feeling great. Lukas and Tomas mentioned you bailed on dinner—sounded wiped out. Brought some food and drinks to hydrate you. Mind if I come in? Just wanna check on you.' I nodded, pulling him inside, the door clicking shut behind us. The room smelled like hotel soap and my lingering sweat, but his presence cut through it all. Before I could say a word, I leaned in, cupping his face and crashing our lips together in a deep French kiss—tongues tangling wet and urgent, his stubble scraping my chin as I poured out the ache I'd felt all day. He groaned into my mouth, hands sliding to my waist, pulling me flush against him. We made out like that for minutes, breaths ragged, his cock hardening against my thigh through his jeans. Finally, he broke it, forehead resting on mine. 'Eat first, yeah? I'll grab a quick shower—been a long day.' He pulled out his phone, texting his buddies that he'd be late, something about me not feeling well. My phone buzzed right after: messages from Jax, Tomas, and Lukas, all wishing me to get better by morning. 'Last day and night tomorrow, man—don't miss it. We're heading out early to Calgary the day after.' Jax's was shorter, possessive: 'Rest up. Need you tomorrow.' I smiled faintly, setting it aside as Karl headed to the bathroom. I dug into the food—warm pasta and grilled chicken, simple but thoughtful—while the shower ran. By the time I finished, he emerged, towel slung low on his hips, water droplets tracing the V of his abs. 'Forgot my change of clothes in the rush,' he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. 'Mind if I watch the game while you clean up?' I excused myself for a quick rinse, soaping away the day's grime, my ass still tender and slick from the multiple loads. Emerging, I slipped into my high booty shorts—snug against my cheeks, riding up just enough—and a soft capri tee that hugged my chest. Curling up next to him on the couch, I poured us glasses of wine from the minibar, handing him one. His arm draped over my shoulders, pulling me close, the heat of his skin seeping through the towel. Karl set his glass down after a sip, turning serious, those eyes locking on mine. 'Listen, I need to talk. About us. These past days... you've got me twisted up. I want you—more than just fucks. I want to be your guy, wake up to you every morning, build something real.' His voice cracked a little, vulnerability cracking his stud facade. I swallowed, heart pounding. 'Karl, I feel it too. Falling for you hard. But... after my husband died in that ski accident last year, I'm not sure I'm ready. The grief hits random, y'know? Doesn't mean I don't want this—want you.' We talked deep then, about his HIV status—unmedicated like the others, a choice during their med break for that raw freedom, no barriers. 'It's risky,' he admitted, thumb tracing my hand. 'But with you, it feels right.' I opened up about my motivation to convert, the pull toward him. 'No regrets if it's you breeding me, Karl. If your seed takes root in me, impregnates my soul like that... I'd carry it proud.' The air thickened, emotions swirling as we leaned in again, making out slow on the couch—lips soft at first, then hungry, tongues exploring like we were mapping each other's hearts. His hands roamed under my tee, finding my nipples—toned but a bit flabby from life, pointed and sensitive. He pinched one gently, rolling it between fingers, then sucked the other through the fabric, teeth grazing until I arched, moaning into his mouth. 'Love these,' he murmured, voice husky. 'Perfect for me to play with.' We consummated it all right there, feelings spilling into steamy need. He untied the towel, his cock springing free—thick and heavy, already leaking precum. I shoved my shorts down, ass exposed as I straddled him, grinding my hole against his shaft. 'Take me,' I whispered, emotional weight making it tender. He slicked us with spit, guiding the head to my rim—still loose from earlier but clenching for him. He pushed in slow, inch by inch, our eyes locked as he filled me, stretching walls that welcomed him home. 'Fuck, you're mine,' he breathed, hands on my hips. I rode him steady, rolling my hips to take him deep, prostate sparking with each drop. His mouth latched onto my nipples again—sucking hard, biting just enough to sting, sending jolts straight to my cock. We kissed through it, breaths mingling, his thrusts meeting mine from below—passionate, not rushed, like he was claiming my heart with every slide. Sweat beaded on his chest, muscles flexing as he gripped my ass, spreading cheeks to drive deeper. 'Feel that? That's me in you, forever,' he groaned, emotional edge sharpening the heat. I came first, untouched, cum spurting across his abs in thick ropes, hole spasming around him. He followed seconds later, unloading raw—hot jets flooding my guts, unmedicated seed marking me as his. We clung, panting, foreheads together, tears pricking my eyes from the intensity. But we weren't done. He carried me to the bed, laying me on my back, legs over his shoulders. Foreplay built emotional steam—kissing down my neck, lavishing my nipples with tongue and teeth until they throbbed red. He ate my ass next, lapping his own cum from my hole, tongue fucking deep while fingering my prostate. 'Taste us,' he said, sharing the flavor in a messy kiss. Sliding back in missionary, he fucked with long, deliberate strokes—hitting every spot, our bodies slick and synced. 'Love you,' he confessed mid-thrust, voice breaking. I wrapped legs around him, pulling him closer, cumming again as he bred me second time—cum mixing, overflowing to soak the sheets. We held each other after, whispering about futures, his hand stroking my hair. Third round hit after a breather, wine forgotten. On our sides, spooning tight, he entered from behind—lazy at first, hand jerking my cock in rhythm. Nipples got twisted again, his free hand pinching while he nipped my ear. 'Can't get enough of you,' he murmured, thrusts building to urgent, prostate hammered relentlessly. Poppers from his pocket intensified it—inhale shared, rush making me clench and buck. I shot across his fist, dry orgasm ripping through, as he pumped his third load deep, stirring the mess inside me. By the fourth, we were animals wrapped in love—me on all fours, him mounting prone, weight pressing me into the mattress. He railed hard, balls slapping my taint, one hand fisting my hair gently, the other abusing my nipples. 'All mine,' he growled, emotional possessiveness fueling the steam. I pushed back, ass devouring him, cumming one last time—waves crashing as he flooded me final, thick spurts sealing the night. Completely drained, bodies trembling, I curled into his manly frame—chest hair tickling my back, arm banded around my waist. Drifting into deep sleep, all I could think was Karl, his love wrapping me tighter than any fuck. Tomorrow was our last day together, bittersweet; I had to head home that night, but for now, in his arms, it felt like forever.

I have been bicurious my entire life, but I was only ever really interested in girls until my early 20s. I always had a girlfriend, but when she and I split, I started exploring my curious side. I started watching gay porn, and soon I found myself more interested in guy on guy videos than with a woman involved. I never really acted on the impulse and probably pissed off a few guys on Grindr during my experiental stage, but I never did meet up with another man. It was just dirty talk and gay porn. One thing in particular though was bareback videos, I really enjoyed watching them. It was probably due to always wearing a condom with girlfriends and one night stands in the past, but getting fucked by another man looked so raw and risky that I found it extremely hot. I would watch some guy getting fucked on the screen by a group of guys, and always wondered what it would feel like to have cum shoot up my ass. Could I actually feel a man cumming inside me, or would it just get really wet? I desperately wanted to feel it, but after a quick and scary search on STIs on google, I knew I would probably never have the courage to actually go do it. That left having a relationship with a guy, but truthfully my gay feelings leaned more towards the more carnal side and I really didn’t want any of the baggage that comes with a relationship. One night I was jerking off watching a video showing a cum dripping hole getting bounded in a gangbang. Fuck it was hot, there were multiple men all jerking their cocks waiting to fuck this guy who had barely any time to breath around the cocks invading his mouth. I watched a hairy chub add his load to the others before navigating away fom the page, browsing through other videos, the more riskier the better. Finally my eyes fell upon a video called poz me up, and the thumbnail showed a guy with a biohazard tattoo. It was incredible, the perfect POV where the bottom was fiming, and the video started with the top fisting his cock making the bottom beg for his load. The top then spit on his cock and viciously rammed it inside the bottom’s ass and started thrusting deep. I jerked my cock furiously as I watched the video unfold. This young man, with his legs high in the air, moaned as he took the hung cock in his ass. The top started vocally anouncing he was about to cum and the bottom cried out begging for the charged load. I groaned as I shot cum all over my stomach watching the top’s cock suddenly have a white foaming coating that was growing with every thrust. I felt a rush of euphoria imaging myself holding the camera and I took some of my cum from my stomach and started smearing it on my hole. I pushed it inside with a finger as I watched the top slide his cock out. As I massaged my hole with my own cum, for a brief moment I admit, I wanted to take a charged load, I was jerking off almost constanly afterwards to bareback videos, always listening to the bottom’s moans as they were getting pounded, and one night I just had enough. I wanted to get fucked, and I was horny enough that I didn’t really care by whom, I just needed my cherry popped. After about 5 minutes on Grindr I signed out and I googled the city I was in, and gay entertainment. Almost immediately an advertisement came up for a sex party that was happening that night in the local bathhouse. I was intrigued, and GPS told me it was only about 15 miles away. I pulled out on the street, following the directions on my phone to the bathhouse, and about 10 minutes later I made the last turn onto the street. Driving past there were only regular store fronts, so I parked my vehicle on a side street and ducked around into the back alley. Sure enough I could see a number of men smoking in front of a nondescript doorway leading inside of a building. Taking a deep breath to steady my nerves, I walked towards the doorway, turned the door knob, and stepped inside. There was a long staircase leading up which I ascended slowly feeling my hesititation building. As I got to the top, I came to a teller sitting behind a window next to a closed door on her phone. “$21 please.” he said boredom creeping around his voice. I quickly paid and stepped through the door, accepting a towel, combination to a locker, and a condom from the teller. I walked into the locker room, and quickly undressed. There were a couple of men hanging around, one completely naked and my eyes went to his semi erect cock. It looked to be around 7 inches, thick, and uncut. I wanted to go over there and suck it, but was nervous and decided to do some exploring first. The place was quite busy, and I could hear the sounds of sex coming from doorways as I walked down the hallway. Quick glances inside would show guys bent over getting pounded by other men, and their moans created a chorus as I walked past. This was really happening, I was in a bath house surrounded by gay men, and I was only wearing a towel. My cock already started to get hard in nervous anticipation. I could start to feel eyes upon me, and I swallowed my nervousness hoping I didn’t stand out like a sore thumb. I entered a main room full of men talking, it looked like a social area and I wondered how to break the ice. I have never been to this club, but judging from this crowd, tonight’s party seemed to have a large turn out. I started to turn towards the bar when saw a cock sticking out of the wall in an adjacent hallway full of guys. It was a big cut cock sticking out of a gloryhole awaiting attention, and now I couldn’t resist myself. I walked over, knelt down, took it into my mouth, and started sucking it eagerly. I rolled my tongue around its head before relaxing my throat and taking as much of it as I could before gagging. I coughed a little and refocussed on its head, sucking its tip feeling the owner flinch at the sensation. This was the first cock I had ever sucked and I started stroking as I knew I liked it while my mouth focused on its head. Suddenly I felt hands on the back of my head pushing me deeper onto the cock and I fought the urge to gag. The cock started thrusting down my throat, and I was held in place by whoever was behind me. Soon I could hear the guy grunt on the other side of the wall and his cock swelled in my mouth. He thrust it forward and started pouring cum straight down the back of my throat. I had only tasted my own cum before, and this man’s was no different. A slightly salty and coppery taste, but delicious nonetheless. Mercifully the hands left the back of my head and I was able to back away from the gloryhole, slipping the cock out of my mouth feeling it drain cum in my mouth as I withdrew. “You’re a good little cocksucker aren’t you?” a guy said walking up to me and jerking his cock. My first taste to cum made me want it even more, and I could feel my cock straining beneath my towel. I opened my mouth showing him the cum left in my mouth before swallowing it, “I do want more.” I informed him. His answer was to take me by the back of the head and feed his cock into my mouth. I let him face fuck me till I put my hand on his shaft and start stroking him and swirling my tongue over its tip. Another guy came up to my left presenting his cock, and I took it in my other hand while I continued to suck the first man. I alternated my mouth to the newcomer’s cock and felt someone pull my towel away, and a finger started probing my ass. I obediently spread my legs and came up of my knees presenting my hole to the stranger, and he massaged it while pushing against my sphincter causing a little bit of pain. “You’re tight.” came his voice from behind me. I took a cock out of my mouth long enough to mumble back, “I’ve never been fucked before.” “Virgin bottom?” the guy who’s dick I was sucking on asked, “I take it you’re here to change that?” “Mmm hmm...” I said around his cock in my mouth as butterflies started to form in my stomach. “Lets go then.” he said and he took his cock out of my mouth and started walking further down the hallway. I followed him, weaving around the gathered men, and nervously stared at his nude backside suddenly realizing I had left my condom back at the gloryhole. It didnt look like he had one either, and I suddenly felt certain he was planning on not wearing one. Holy fuck this was risky, but my nervousness was also lined with anticipation, I wanted this bad, and I stayed close to him as he turned a corner and opened a door. He led me into a room that had a bed in the corner and a sex swing in the middle. He started to push me towards the bed before stopping. “You wanna try the swing tonight?” I felt a quiver of fear move up my spine. Random men, complete strangers, was this what I truly wanted? If he put me in the swing more men might fuck me, and my mind went to one of the many gay porn videos I had watched. The good little bottom in the swing, the top who’s fucking him, I had jerked off imagining myself in this exact position, and right now the rush I was pulling me past the point of reason. Whatever would speed his cock inside of me was okay with me. “Sure.” I replied after a few seconds’ pause. “Okay lets put you in then.” It was a little awkward at first, but soon I was lying back in a swing with my feet up and my ass presented. He tied my hands to my feet which concerned me but soon I stopped caring after he knelt down front of me and started licking my asshole. The sensation of his tongue rimming me was amazing, and slowly but surely he was able to squeeze one, then two fingers inside around his tongue’s attention. I could see him jerking his cock and soon it was rock hard. He took some lube and smeared it on my ass and his cock before probing my hole with its head. And then it happened, with no condom on, and no protest from me, a stranger slid his bare cock into my ass. I could feel a bit of pain as my hole fought its entry, but little by little I could feel it slide in with each push he made. Soon though the pain started to subside and I felt my asshole relax. He started to fuck me deeper and deeper, the swing providing no resistance to his thrusts. Involuntary gasps, grunts, and moans started escaping my lips as I could feel his cock invading me. I decided to squeeze his cock with my sphicter, and he grunted in respnonse and started to pound into me harder. The sensations I could feel were amazing, and and were heightened even more so by seeing his bare cock thrusting into me. It felt so wrong, and [banned word], and i was revelled in the debauchery. I didn’t even know this guy’s name who was fucking me right now, yet I wanted to feel his cock erupt in my ass. By his pace he was close, so I moaned out. “Cum in my ass, breed my fucking hole.” He grunted through clenched teeth and thrust all the way inside of me. I could feel his body tense and suddenly an intense warmth started flooding my bowels. I could feel his cock spasming and I moaned in pure ecstasy, revelling in as much sensation as I could. I felt so full and sated, and the warmth seemed to course through my whole ass. I had my eyes closed when I felt him pull his softening cock out of me and I was about to say something to him when suddenly I felt a different pair if hands grab my legs and a narrower and smaller cock slid into my cum leaking hole. I opened my eyes and saw that a skinny guy with tattoos and pierced nipples was now fucking me. I looked around and realized the room was suddenly filling with guys. An orgy of sorts was breaking out on the bed across the room, but it looked like the sex swing was soon the main attraction as I saw guys watching stroking their cocks. I couldn’t believe how distracted I had been but I guess my moans had garnished attention from the hallway through the open door. Suddenly a cock was thrust into my mouth and I knew I was about to be the cumdump I had seen in many gay porn videos. I knew I had made a mistake, but I was also pretty helpless to stop what was coming. I had let the first man bound my hands, and there was nothing to stop all these men from fucking me. I was terrified, but I couldn’t deny I was thrilled at the same time. That sense of freedom I had felt before watching that pozzing video flooded back into me. There will be a later, but right now the reckless act I was partaking in was unbelievably hot. I moaned and closed my eyes focussing on the cock that was in my mouth and not the big group of men who were about to have their way with me. Soon enough I heard the tattooed guy grunt and thrust forward and shoot his load into me too. I couldn’t feel his cum spraying my bowels that time, but I could definitely feel how much was now inside my ass. A guy I had been sucking took his place at my hole, and another cock replaced him at my mouth. He was a muscular white jock with a big dick and he was jerking his cock furiously. He came up to my hole and started to shoot his load all over it before pushing his erupting cock inside and fucking me. I could feel his cock spasming during his thrusts, and when he pulled out he walked back to me and made me suck his cock again rubbing its juices across the other two cocks already at my mouth. It seemed to be completely drenched in cum, and I could barely taste any trace of my ass as I cleaned all 3 cocks with my tongue. When the next man replaced him, a heavyset man wearing a wedding band, he was able to slide his medium sized cock in without any real resistance. He fucked me in fast strokes, his hairy belly rubbing on my cock with each thrust. He was breathing hard by the time he buried his splurting cock in my ass, and called he called me a ‘dirty little cum slut’ as he emptied his balls. What had diverted most of my attention during that time though was the cock that had been thrust in my face. I had tried and failed to deepthroat it, and I felt a fair amount of apprehension when it left my mouth after the married man had finished cumming in my ass. It was attached to a large muscular black man, and it had to be over 10 inches uncut and thick. He lined up with my hole and without remorse or concern grabbed my thighs and buried his elephant cock in my ass. I cried out as it felt like I was being ripped apart inside, and he fucked me harder and more brutal with each thrust he made. The pain suddenly turned to incredible pleasure when he changed his angle, and his cock started hitting a spot deep in my ass causing my moans to exho throughout the room. All the attention I had been giving to the cocks in my face ended, and I could only spasm in ecstasy while being impaled on this monster cock. He started making loud grunting noises with each thrust he made, and his cock kept hitting that area creating a pressure deep in my ass that I could feel reaching towards a climax. Soon it became more than I could take, and I moaned loudly, eyes bulging wide as I felt my body release. Soon my cock started spewing cum all over my stomach and in my throes my ass squeezed his cock, which felt like it was all the way up into my throat. His he started to pound me harder, viciously ramming his cock in my ass before grunting loudly and flooding his cum inside me. It felt like forever that he kept pumping into me before he was sated, afterwhich he ripped his cock out of my stretched and abused hole and turned around. Dazed, I stared blankly at his muscled back as he walked out of the room, and I could feel a thick wad of cum leak out of my ass and drop onto the floor. My body, still reeling from his monster cock, was given a reprieve when the next man left my mouth and thrust his skinny cock into my ass. It almost didnt register but slowly I felt my hole constricting to this new cock size and my mind could focus on my surroundings again. More men seemed to be coming in and checking out this room, and stealing glances when I could at the bed, it seemed there was another very vocal bottom who was also collecting loads that night too. My view though was quickly obscured when another cock was thrust into my face awaiting my attention. I closed my eyes and emptied my head of thoughts, and time started to blur. For the next half hour or so I lost count of the number of loads I took, but soon I offered no resistance and was simply a hole for the men to blow their loads into. I would stare blankly at the guy attached to the next cock fucking me and I’d clench my sphicter randomly which seemed to always make them cum faster. I was still enjoying each load I took, but this was turning into a marathon and I wanted to do anything to shorten the line of cocks still waiting their turn. Finally, after I was covered in sweat, and almost shaking, the last man pulled his spent cock from my mouth and his load pooled on my tongue. After all the cocks that night, cum had lost its taste, and I swallowed it almost on reflex. I closed my eyes enjoying the break I had earned, and remained motionless as I listened to the man walk out the door. My head was buzzing and my ass felt swollen and sore. I did a test push with my sphincter and felt more cum leak out of it. How many loads did I take? I honestly couldn’t remember. Once the dizziness subsided, I looked around. I was still in the swing and pondering how to get out when I saw another man enter and close the door behind him. He was a tall, skinny man in his late 40s or so, and he grabbed my head and stuck his pierced cock into my mouth. I sucked it feeling it start to grow to its full 7 inches and marvelled at how thick of a gauge his PA was as my tongue explored it. It was a big metal barbell with a sharp pointed head on it, and I could feel it rub heavily on my tongue as he throat fucked me. My eyes however were drawn to something on his stomach below his naval; I could see he had a biohazard tattoo. He took his cock out of my mouth and walked around inspecting all the of cum that had accumulated on the dark floor under my presented asshole. “Well isn’t this an interesting scenario?” He smirked, jerking his cock. “you couldn’t stop me if you wanted to.” Hanging in the swing with my legs in the air and my hands tied, I didn’t seem to be in a position to argue. “You’re POZ.” I said more to myself than to him. “Think I’m the first one?” he asked “But yes I’m highly virulent.” ”What does that mean?” ”It means take I take no meds, my seed is as toxic as they come.” He almost boasted I shuddered, reality setting in. This was that one video I had jerked off to incarnated, and that same feeling of curiosity returned. If what he said was true anyways, I may already had been fucked by someone else who had HIV, but this was affirmation with someone who revelled in the fact. It terrified me, but still I felt my cock twitch. This was a, ‘left turn down a dead end alley at 90 miles an hour‘ move, but somehow I couldn’t deny, that at this very moment, I wanted it. To get fucked by such a man was insanity, yet despite my best judgment, I felt like I was already past the precipice. His cock seemed like the abyss, and I was already inside, so what was the point of stopping now? Christ what was I saying, this is insane! The whole situation was already surreal, I had been fucked already by so many random strangers, I had to admit I was already past the brink. And now, if I took his poz load, I’d never feel such a rush again in my life. “.....Okay.” I said in a quiet voice. ”You’re sure?” He asked “Yes.” I said eyeing the tattoo. “Then get me hard again then you little slut.” He said putting his cock back in my mouth. I sucked it and I felt a sense of fear hit me as I felt his cock stiffen fully in my mouth. His thick piercing made me think about its sharp head inside me and what damage it could do. This was insane, and I felt a quiver of fear when he pulled out of my mouth walked around and pointed his bare cock at my hole. It was at that point I changed my mind, holy fuck theres no way, and I opened my mouth to tell him to stop. My words however died on my tongue when I cried out instead from the intense pain of his piercing sliding into my ass. The sensation I felt made me think of that big black bull who felt like he tore me up inside; this guy’s cock, though smaller, was on fire. I could feel his piercing acutely spreading the burning up my ass with each stroke he made before mercifully I felt his balls slap my ass as he bottomed out. He began fucking me in short fast strokes and the pain thankfully subsided to a dull ache as he built a rhythm. A part of me was screaming inside, but I knew it was far too late to go back now. I watched in morbid curiousity as his cock slid in and out of my ass, and his tattoo flexed with his thrusts. I felt his rhythm increase and I saw the same expression on his face I had seen on many men’s faces that night as they approached their climax. A rush of euphoria hit me and suddenly a sense of recklessness asended. I found myself clenching my ass despite the pain it caused. I wanted it, fuck the consequences, I wanted him to shoot his dirty seed inside me. I never felt so raw in my life, and I moaned as I felt his cock swell. My ass felt like it was on fire, his piercing tearing me up inside, but all I could think of was the load I wanted to take. “Oh fuck... oh please, cum inside me.” I moaned out. ”You want it don’t you, you want my load of HIV.” He mocked as he rammed his cock harder sending a juddering of pain from his piercing. ”Yes give it to me, I want it deep.” I couldn’t even believe what I was saying, every nerve ending was on fire, my brain was euphoric, I couldn’t even register what I was saying, I just wanted him to shoot his dirty seed in me, my whole body was tensed in anticipation. He buried his cock, I gritted my teeth against the fresh searing of pain as his piercing dug into my flesh. “Take that poz cum faggot!!” I moaned as I felt his cock erupt deep in my ass. Despite all the other loads in there, I could feel his first volley shoot into me. It seemed to burn into my bowels and I let out a startled gasp at the sensation. I stared transfixed at his biohazard tattoo on his stomach in mute horror at what was getting fucked into me; this was no video, there was no actors, this was real life, and a guy with HIV was breeding my ass. I could feel my body quiver in reaction to every thrust he made, and the sting of his poisonous cum I could still feel shooting into me. I moaned as he slowly pulled out after he finished grunting, and he squeezed his cock, milking every last drop into my ass while he withdrew. I could feel his piercing raking its way out of my ravaged asshole, and it was throbbing when it finally left. I felt a twinge of guilt and horror as my whole ass felt corrupted, and I could see blood stains were left on the white towel he used to clean himself up afterwards. He left without offering another word other than a parting “Enjoy” as he walked out the door... Two more guys emptied their loads into me by the time one was nice enough to help me off the swing. I didn’t say anything to them about that POZ load I took before, and my brain morbidly wanted more cum to somehow dilute it. I hit the showers and washed every part of my body. I could feel cum rolling down my leg and I tried to push out as much as possible. Man did my ass hurt, and I needed to go home and away from this place. I left, got into my car, and drove back towards my house and reality. It’s been a couple weeks since the bathhouse, and I actually decided to write this while taking a few days off work. Wasn’t feeling too well this morning, bit of a flu seems like…

I keep hoping. Feel bad asking authors to write more. They already give us so much. This story in particular. Hope at some point the author is recharged and eager to write more. Concept of this story could lead to endless chapters, and I’m here for them!

This summer I had a rather colourful sex life, including being fisted regularly. My routine stool test to look for blood came back positive and was told to go for a colonoscopy - my first. Doctor commented how clean I was and reassuringly, scope was all normal. I was concerned doctor might comment why my bottom is loose and looks a wreck LOL…. I had decided not to get sedation (seems they use fentanyl for sedation) and enjoyed feeling how the scope went around - pretty amazing. Next time I will avoid vigorous bottoming for a week before taking the stool test.

I could tell you a single name or identify any of the hundreds of men that have bred me but I do know how pozzed me. At this point in my life, I was pretty much a regular at Club Z in Seattle on Saturday nights for sure and would just take loads. On top of this I had been taking loads for years, many of them were for sure poz. Always tested neg. The week before the dude that pozzed me fucked me, I had to have a minor surgery so didn't fuck at all. He was the first dude after I recovered. Fat, bald, white dude. Came over, fucked me and as he was cumming said, "I'm gonna poz you." A few days later I left on a business trip and about 7 days after he fucked me I got the fuck flu. Don't know his name, don't know how to contact him, but I'm 95% sure some fat random dude from BBRT pozzed me. Kinda makes me hard thinking about it.

Syphilis - i just thought I had a rash. Kept fucking bare for like 6 months before finally going to the doctor. I don't know the names of nearly 90% of the dudes I've fucked or fucked me, so telling the health department about my fuck history over 6 months didn't really help.

Just had a Top from Grindr come over. He was built and had a 8" rock hard cock. He fucked a load in me and then went for round 2. He totally gaped my hole and when he pulled out to look at it he said Your Open lol

Gripping the steering wheel and staring straight ahead into the darkness I muttered under my breath, "What are you doing here?" I had been parked for about ten minutes, trying not to draw attention to myself as shadowy figures walked around the car park, occasionally peering into vehicles hoping to get a show. I knew what went on here. Everyone did. This place had a reputation. Looking out to my left and away across the gravel I could just make out the block building of the toilets. Shapes moved in and out regularly and cars came and went as I waited. The headlights of the cars providing brief snippets that shaped my mental map. I knew it was popular but I never expected this much ... traffic. I knew I shouldn't be here but I just had to know. My girlfriend, ex-girlfriend, had said I was too distant and could never commit. She never knew about the late night stroke sessions, the times I was shooting loads to gay porn online. The chat rooms. The dildo I kept very, very secret. Now I was here ready to step over that imaginary line. Wasn't I? After a few more silent minutes, and being certain that no real movement had taken place during that time, I opened the car door. Stepping out I was glad for the moonless night. The darkness gave me confidence and, shutting the car, I strode across the stones. My crunching footfalls sounded thunderous to my ears as I approached that small brick building. I felt as though eyes were watching me from every darkened vehicle. My nervousness returned but my anticipation grew as the black doorway appeared in my vision. Standing before the pitch-black entranceway I strained my ears trying to gauge anything from within. It seemed like there was nothing, then a gasp, and a moan and then the unmistakable sound of flesh slapping against flesh. Even in the darkness I felt my face flush but I was driven forward by arousal. I stepped inside. I waited inside the doorway for a minute certain I was invisible. It was nearly complete darkness in there. Even after a minute I could only make out vague shapes. Stepping further inside slowly I realised the entrance was a corner that opened into a wider area. A long trough type urinal ran along one wall and a row of doors, all shut, were the cubicles. There was a smell in there. Stale urine, and fresher, plus sweat and..bleach? Not knowing any better I stepped up to the urinal as quietly as I could and kept on listening to the sounds coming from behind the doors. The rhythmic slapping and soft moans were turning me on so much, even if I couldn't see anything, the though that I was stood so close to someone fucking had me rock hard. I released my cock as I stood there and began stroking as I listened to whoever it was in that cubicle getting closer and closer to their climax. As my hand slid up and down my hardon I listened intently to the sounds of sex. My focus entirely on the passion taking place only a few feet away from me. It became my whole world for a few moments. So when a voice whispered from the darkness right behind me, "Seems like there's a lot of enjoyment to be had here." I think my heart actually stopped for a second. My hand froze on my cock and I think I was about to scurry out of that place when all decisions went away from me. I don't think I had another rational thought for the rest of that night. An arm reached around me and rough, manly, thick fingers grasped my still hard cock, gently if steadily wanking me. I moaned and leaned back, the only response I was capable of. "Fuck, you're a keen one!" The voice whispered right in my ear making me shiver as his hand kept steadily pumping away at my prick. His other arm worked its way up inside my t-shirt and his rough hands started rubbing over my nipples. I couldn't begin to gather my wits. I was loving finally letting go even though a distant voice in my head said to calm it down. The pleasure I was feeling in this near total dark was the most I had ever experienced. My hips were pumping in time with this strangers stroking and I was gasping in pleasure. All of a sudden he gripped my cock hard. Squeezing me tight. I was on edge and he must have felt it. "Not so fast." It was spoken like a command right into my ear, "We don't want you going off the boil so quickly." I groaned in frustration. I was so close to spraying my cum and had just been denied. Wasn't that why I came here? My cock throbbed in his hand as he squeezed and gently rubbed me. "Oh fuck!" I moaned out loud realising his intentions: to keep me on edge, to keep me going, keep me willing. Up until now my hands had hung limply by my sides. I had pretty much given up motor function to this man behind me. This voice that had taken me over within seconds of revealing itself to me. As he kept up his ministrations to my cock with one hand the other was withdrawn from under my t-shirt and he grabbed my wrist. Pulling my arm behind me he guided my hand until I felt heat and then flesh. Thick, solid flesh. The first cock, besides my own, I had felt and it didn't disappoint. I don't know if it was the darkness focusing my attention but to my mind this dick was huge. Certainly bigger than mine and oh so solid. My fingers felt along the hot, hard length from balls to the flared tip and I was rewarded with a groan in my ear. I wrapped my hand around and started stroking wanting to return some of the pleasure I had been given. This man in the dark then guided my other hand to the wall in front of me and pressed my hand against the rough brick. In doing so he was pressing himself more firmly against me. I kept working his cock as best as I could while he, satisfied I wouldn't move from him, let go of my hand and I felt him completely undo my jeans and push them down. Even in the dark I felt suddenly exposed, I hadn't worn underwear in the hopes of something and this didn't go unnoticed. "Fuck, you were ready for me weren't you?" It was then I realised I was stroking his very hard cock right over my now naked arse. As my hand continued working his shaft he let go of me leaving me throbbing and grinding myself to him. "That's a fucking lovely arse, boy," he hissed in my ear as both his rough hands began stroking, kneading and spreading my cheeks. I let go of his cock and felt myself leaning forward. With both my hands on the wall in front of me I had effectively offered myself totally to this stranger in the dark, sordid, public toilet. It felt so good. I pushed my butt towards him arching my back and giving him full access as his hands roamed freely all over me. His rough hands each gripped a cheek and spread me open and I gasped as I felt his heavy dick sliding up and down along my crack. "Oh fuck!" I whispered into the darkness. He responded with a chuckle advising "Don't panic I won't fuck you yet. I will fuck you before the night is out, but I'm going to make sure you are ready for it. When I give you my cock you will be begging me to fill your slut hole. You'll be taking a breeding you won't forget I promise." With that I felt him crouch down behind me and then I felt his hot breath on my cheeks. Then a warm, probing pressure straight on my hole. "Oh shit yes!" I almost shouted and my cock throbbed as I was introduced to having my fuckhole eaten out. Whilst he was behind me he had worked my jeans all the way down and worked one leg free. From here he spread me wider and went to town tongue fucking me. Lapping at my hole then pressing his tongue hard into me instinctively I pressed back to spread my cheeks this pleasure was too good and I wanted him to lick me over and over. Here I was, stripped from the waist down in a dark toilet, bent over at the urinal, pressing on the wall in front of me so I could push my arsehole onto the tongue of a man I hadn't ever seen. He was pushing back, the warm wetness I could feel between my cheeks just felt right. He leaned back and I felt him spit on my hole. "Going to make you ready boy." Was all he said before I felt a thick finger pushed up inside me. I winced at the sudden intrusion and he started licking around my ring again as he finger fucked me. The soothing laps of his tongue coupled with the rough pressing inside me had me panting against the brick work. I could feel my hole opening to accept more. "Tasty fucking hole you've got here, nice 'n' tight too. Going to enjoy giving you everything I've got. Bet you've never been stretched by a cock like mine before, eh?" "No, never." I gasped before I realised I was speaking out loud. His response made me look back but in the darkness I could only make out blurred shapes. "Fuck me! A virgin hole. Right then let's get you properly opened up and loaded!" Two fingers were thrust up into me and I saw stars as he began working them in and out of my now spit slick hole. He was scissoring his fingers and twisting them inside me. Even though it hurt, I was so turned on it only added to the sensations I was being introduced to. Pressing onto his fingers I couldn't believe I hadn't done his before. In this squalid, dirty place I was being shown who I really was for the first time. After a few minutes of working my arse open he suddenly pulled his fingers from me and, whether it was the roughness of his skin or his nails, it burned and stung for a few seconds. However the state of lust he had worked me into made every sensation something to be enjoyed. I heard and felt him rise behind me and I looked back to no avail, the darkness made it impossible to distinguish anything in that room. This man could be anyone, maybe I knew him away from here? Or maybe he was someone I would see around town? I would never know that it was the same man as had just opened me up to so much. I didn't wonder for too long about this as I felt him press to me from behind. The thick head of his solid cock rubbing between my cheeks, sliding up and down and making me wetter with precum. Involuntarily I groaned in response to the pressure his cock was exerting against my hole. I knew there was only one way this would end. Boy, was I wrong. As he rubbed himself to me his hands gripped my waist and slid up my body. He pushed my t-shirt up and easily stripped it from me and now I was totally naked grinding my arse onto the cock of this man behind me. It was dark but somehow I had never felt so utterly exposed. Just then he stopped moving completely and was silent for a second. Then there was a blinding flash and even in the blackness of the room I could only see spots of light and dark. "Just wanted a shot of that sweet arse before I ruin it." He smirked as he said this and I started to wonder what I had let myself in for. SLAP! "Fuck!" I cried out at the sudden impact. It stung like hell and was quickly followed by several more swats at my cheeks with his strong hands. For some reason my hands remained pressed to the wall in front of me, my knuckles white as I pressed my fingers into the brick. My arsecheeks burned hot from pain but at the same time I couldn't pretend my cock wasn't rock hard under me and dripping a steady flow of pre. "Mmmm, goood. It looks like this boy likes to be used." The hoarseness in his voice made me realise just how horny he was. I could feel his hard cock sandwiched in my crack for sure; but there was a need in his voice that made my hole spasm. I don't think I'd ever experienced true desire before. It was then that the nearest cubicle swung open loudly and a dark shadow hurried out through the doorway. A voice from the darkness just said. "Fuck sake, do you have to be so loud right there? You spooked the cunt I was working on." "Sorry mate," my man replied, "got a little carried away with this virgin hole here." If I had been a little wiser I might have spotted the implicit offer that this sentence carried. Instead I just stood there, naked, hands on he wall almost needing my next instruction. "Virgin eh? No shit! You want a hand breaking him in mate? I've got blue balls here." The next thing my man said caught me off guard, I had certainly prepared myself to take his cock and I thought naively he wanted me all to himself so when he said, "You got any poppers? I think if we give this slut a few sniffs he'll be gagging for both our cocks." Next thing I knew I was being turned to face in the direction of the cubicles and hands from the darkness found my face. I felt the cold glass of a small bottle pressed to my nostril and I was told, "Breathe!" I had little choice and the bottle was switched between my nostrils almost every time I took a breath. My head felt light and my legs felt heavy. My heart was pounding and every beat seemed to make my arsehole clench. I nearly slumped over but I was being held up by two stronger guys now. "Oh yeah, this bitch is definitely ready." The words came from so far away as I felt myself being bent at the waist and my cheeks spread wide. Hands were also on my head guiding me down and somewhere in my brain came the picture of the spit roast fuck scenes I had so often wanked to. Now it was my turn. The head of a hard wet dick was rubbed over my face and between my lips. "Open wide," an instruction came. Then I was sucking my first cock. Well I was getting my face fucked, not deep, not rough, but there was no doubt I had no control. My guy hadn't been idle this time, while I was trying to take as much dick in my mouth without choking he had been wanking his hard cock all over my ring and started to press in. With the combined effects of his spit, fingers and the poppers the head of his cock worked into me almost easily. Then he started driving forward. All my fantasies of being fucked and even my self induced dildo play couldn't have prepared me for this. Fuck he was so thick. My hole burned and I felt tears streaming from my eyes. With my mouth stuffed with cock I couldn't do anything but moan. Trapped between these two men I couldn't move away from either as they began to relentlessly fuck me. There were several flashes in the darkness and I knew they must both be getting souvenirs of my use. They kept up giving me poppers and making me spin out as they fucked into me at either end. It wasn't long before the poppers were wearing off and I became more aware and two things were apparent. First was the constant moaning I was making around the cock being shoved down my throat, I was holding the hips of the man in front of me and I was working my head back and forth as much as he was fucking himself between my lips. I could taste pure manliness. Sweat, spunk, piss all of it and I was drooling all over it. Second was the heat radiating out from my hole wasn't pain. The thick hard cock which was now deep inside me was fucking my once tight anus with long patient strokes. A constant rhythm that had his meat bouncing off of my prostate. I was arching my back, squeezing and clenching my hole around his dick anything to show him how good it felt. That's it boy, show us how much you want these dirty cocks up you." Wait, dirty, did that mean something? The constant pounding into me at either end was making my brain melt. I just needed more, more cock, more fucking, more everything. "Oh you're a dirty boy letting us fuck you like this! You love big hard bare cock in you don't you boy?" Shit, bare, everything had happened so fast and I gave in so easily I never even thought about protection...but...but it just felt so good right now. That thick man cock forcing its way into my guts, stretching me, pulling me I knew I wanted it. I moaned loudly around the cock between my lips and I guess we all knew I was agreeing. "Fuck boy, you're going to make me cum soon, going to plant my seed deep inside you." I could feel his thrusts becoming harder, he was deep inside me and stabbing his cock into me with short, brutal jabs. I was delirious. My hole was my entire world right now and I needed cock to fill it. The man making me suck his cock joined in the fuck talk, "Yeah, knock him up. Load up that pussy good. When you're done I'll make him take my strain too." I wasn't really paying too much attention with my focus being purely on cock but I gathered that they both really wanted to shoot their spunk inside me. Right now I was just a willing hole and they could fill me however they saw fit. The thrusts into me became a jackhammer and the guy behind me roared. "Fuck yes, take it. Take it you dirty little cumslut. Take my poz load!" My eyes bugged out as I put two and two together. I was in no position to do anything but take it as he said and the way his cock pulsed inside me and he was driving it deep inside me kept me grinding back onto him. It felt too good in spite of everything and a part of me realised it was too late to turn back with his hot load deep in my arse. "Fuck boy," he said as he slowly withdrew his wet cock from my now sloppy cumhole, "That was fantastic. Your cunt is definitely one I want to breed again." With that he stood and said, "Going for a smoke. Enjoy that hole!" Just like that he was out of that darkened place and I realised I had just been handed over like a toy to be used. The hands that had been holding my head roamed over my back and found my arse. I hadn't moved and he easily slipped two fingers up me and pumped them in and out a few times. "Wow, he really opened you up well." The cock I had been continually sucking was now withdrawn from my mouth and he moved around me. I was still in something of a state of shock, still bent over, practically frozen in place. Horny as fuck too. It was..confusing. Without ceremony he pulled his fingers out of my anus and shoved his cock into me. It took my breath away but because of the rough fucking I had already taken, and I guess the cum now soaking my hole, he was inside easily. He wasn't as thick which helped but his cock curved and he was pressing against my insides so nicely. As he started pumping away I was finally able to vocalise the sensations I was being subjected to. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," I was gasping with every long dicked thrust he was forcing me to take. He had grabbed my arms and pulled them behind my back so he could more easily bounce me on his dick. The slapping sound of his flesh violating mine added to making me a moaning cockwhore. My own cock left alone was flapping with each pounding of his hips. Precum leaking from me in an almost steady stream. I felt like I was cumming but it was constant and there was no come down. Eventually he too started up the jackhammer thrusting that tells of impending cum. I was out of breath, and covered in sweat. He was fucking my hole so hard I was almost crying but still I was rock hard. "Say you want my cum slut!" He suddenly shouted. Pounding me over and over. "I...I want it." Was all I could manage. "What do you want bitch?" As he asked this he slapped my arse with a stinging blow that made me buck my hips and cry out into the darkness. "Oh god I want your cum, please cum in me!" I begged and he pulled hard on my hips pushing himself all the way inside me. He was shaking and his cock was throbbing inside me. He leaned across my back holding himself so he wouldn't slip out of me and whispered in my ear. "Never pozzed a virgin before, I bet you'll be begging for more dirty loads before long." He slid himself out of me and left the room. I collapsed to my knees. Naked, dripping cum and panting for breath. I had no idea where my clothes were in the darkness or how I would find them. As I knelt there I idly stroked my still erect dick softly moaning as I felt the pulsing from my arsehole. What the last guy said about me wanting more was clearly undeniable. Footfalls from outside made me panic, oh shit I can't be found like this. I scrabbled about in the darkness trying desperately to find even just my jeans. But it was too late. A flare in the darkness from a cigarette gave a brief illumination and I saw three men in the entranceway. "See I told you he'd be waiting here for more. I think we've got ourselves a proper little cum piggy." I recognised the voice of the man who had first fucked me and realised then that he'd just gone out to find more men to use my holes. I knelt there, hands in my lap. I knew I was in for a long night.

Part 3: It was about a week later when I came crawling back to BBRT. I'd spent the first day or two pretending it never happened, the next two telling myself he was just fantasizing like me, and the next few dying to find out if he was for real. I reopened the site, logged in, unblocked his account, and searched for his profile. He was still there, still grinning in his profile picture, with most of his thick cock just outside the frame. He was online. I took a breath, then wrote a message. ”Hey man. Sorry I blocked you, I freaked out for a second the other day. Hope there's no hard feelings. What are you up to?" Thank god he was on now, I'm not sure how long I would have been able to wait for a reply. I smiled when I saw the new message notification. "It's OK, boy. You said you were new, after all. You know what you want in your heart, even if you're not quite ready to accept it yet. I've been there. Anyway, I'm well, about to head out to a bar and grab a beer. My balls are full, but I usually find good ass whenever I go to this place. If you're not doing anything other than jerking off, you should come meet me. I don't bite." As I finished reading his message, I saw that he'd unlocked his pictures. They were even hotter than I imagined. His thick cock buried to the bush in 3 different bottoms. Tattoos on his thick arms and broad shoulders. Shit. Was I going to do this? "Thanks 😛 lol I hear you. I'm feeling thirsty. Where are you going, and when are you gonna be there?" A few minutes passed. “Attaboy. The Eagle, half an hour. I'll be wearing a hoodie, shorts, black nikes and a chain. Come find me." I could make that work. I didn't reply. It was like I was on autopilot. Before I knew it, I was showered, getting in my car, driving over, and finding a parking spot. As I turned the car off, jumped out and locked the door behind me, it began to sink in. What in the fuck was I doing? I unlocked the car, got back in, paused for a moment, and got back out. Fuck. I walked towards the entrance and fished out my ID and some cash just in case, but no one was at the entrance. The bar was decently busy, with a good amount of guys in their 30s, 40s, and 50s. Hoodie, shorts, nikes, chain. Where was he? Anonymity was a blessing and a curse. Yes, I had my instructions on how to find him, but finding him meant walking around the bar and eye fucking half the guys there. I tried not to be obvious as I sized people up. I started with the shoes so I'd have some plausible deniability, but that meant when I had a match and moved up to shorts, it'd look like I was checking out their bulges and asses. Which, let's be honest, I also did. I was fucking horny. At least two guys caught me looking and laughed or winked, but I tried to hide my blushing and kept searching. After a few minutes, I decided beer first, random hot guy later. He may not have even made it. Maybe he flaked, and I'd head home and see my profile blocked on BBRT too. I could have a drink here, relax, go home, jerk off, and let this all go. But as I walked in to the dim indoor section, I saw the outline of a guy casually leaning by the bar, beer bottle in hand. I looked down. Black nikes. Higher up now. Shorts. BIG bulge. Fuck. Was he commando? Hoodie. Check. As I checked for a chain, I looked up and saw his piercing eyes staring back at me. My brain fried for a second. He grinned, untucked the chain from his under his hoodie, and walked up to me. Fuck. ”Hey boy. You look thirsty. Need a drink?"

I used to collected a lot used condoms from porn movie theater and drop the loads over my face and my clothes until gets soaked. One time I got 35-40 condoms full of cum. My female clothes got a heavy stench of cum, it was hot. Also I used to go there at least twice a week to either collect the condom full of cum or to suck dicks until get their load over my face or on my mouth. One time, a guy ask my status, and I told I am neg. He made me suck him, and ask me to allow me to have his dick on my ass, until he shot his load over my face aiming my eyes. I meet him four more times, and every time he was asking me to allow him to unload in my ass. In the last time, he told me that he wants to whore me out, and also he ask me if I was still neg. And again he unload a huge amount of cum over my eyes... it was back in 1997. I stop to go there because I got scary to catch a bug.. but regret not to get more cum over and over my face. Today I am a cum whore and love the sticky cream over my face and sometimes I go to a video booths and sometimes I post ad on a craigslist.

Chapter 2. My new friends made out in the shower as I wrapped the towel around my waist, barely hiding my hard sticky cock pressing against my thigh. I headed out of the locker room and down the hall. There were a few booths with some guys relaxing on narrow thin mattresses, some smiled at me as I passed, and some were already busy either fucking or getting fucked. I stopped for a few moments to watch a muscle stud fill up a skinny dark-skinned bottom wearing a yellow bracelet. He held that guy’s hips in place as he pounded into him, only stopping after he came hard and then worked that load in pretty deep. He slowly pulled out, slapped the bottom’s ass and walked away, brushing past me in the narrow hallway. The bottom worked the fresh load out of his ass with his fingers, and held eye contact with me as he licked them clean. I nodded and moved on. I went into a dry sauna, took off my towel, spread it out on the wooden bench, sat down, spread my legs and played with my cummy ass. I leaned back and closed my eyes, working my fingers in and out of my hole. I hadn’t necessarily planned on giving and taking loads, but within ten minutes of taking my clothes off, I’d done just that. Not to mention I had taken a POZ load. My thoughts were interrupted as the door to the sauna creaked open. A tall burly man, with a shaved head and a furry blond chest came in, clutching his towel. The towel wrapped around me just fine, but on this man, it barely made it around him. He nodded at me, and grinned, opening his towel and scratching his big furry nuts. He sat down next to me on the bench and spread his legs wide. I nodded at him, taking in his muscular chest and abs, going down to a sizeable uncut cock. He smiled and scooched over to me until his knee touched mine. He looked at my hand, then at his cock, inviting me to touch it. I reached over and wrapped my hand around him. Even soft, my fingers barely touched as they grasped the root of his cock. I hefted his fuzzy blond balls a bit as he leaned back and moaned. His cock steadily grew in girth and length. He reached over, with his head still back, not looking at me, and groped for my hole. When his fingertips found my ass, he smeared some of the toxic top’s seed around and brought it to his mouth. With his eyes still closed, he tasted that POZ cum and smirked, knowing that I was taking loads. It was sweltering hot in that sauna, and both of us were pouring sweat. He stood up and gestured to the door. I grabbed my towel and followed him. This hulk led me down the hall to whirlpool, stark naked with his gigantic cock bouncing the whole way. Only then did I notice the small dark blue scorpion tattoo on the small of his back. I was pretty sure that meant he was POZ. He sat on the edge and I sat beside him. He smirked at me, spread his legs, and gestured to his cock, harder than ever, with a pearl of fresh precum at the head. I crouched before him in the water and swallowed his cock, well, as much of it as I could. He hadn’t spoken a word to me and just groaned as I tried my best to get my mouth all the way around his monster cock. He leaned forward and started working his fingers into my ass. I squirmed, still only lubed with that first POZ load. The hulk spun me around, and I realized that there were three guys in the hot tub jerking each other off. One stood up and walked through the water to me, shaking his cock in my face. I opened my mouth to let him know I was willing to blow him. As I started lapping at his uncut cock, the hulk spit on my hole and started lapping at it. He chuckled and muttered the only word he would to me, "Sau…." I’m pretty sure he called me a pig. Meanwhile the guy in my mouth held my head still and pounded my throat. He put his hand on my forehead forcing my eyes up at him. He spat right in my face and his friends cheered him on. He shoved his cock in as far as it would go and held it there. I thought he wanted to shoot down my throat, but he just stayed there, flexing his cock. The hunk stood up and slammed his thick bare cock into me. I gagged on the cock in my mouth, gasping for breath through my nostrils. The hulk pounded my ass as I did my best to keep from passing out. I could feel the cock in my throat flex as its owner nodded to the hulk bare-fucking me. At the same time, I felt cum pelting the back of my throat and a warm wetness in my ass. Two loads of POZ cum in my hole, and one unknown down my gullet. The other two guys stood up and patted their friend on the back. The hulk pulled out, nodded to me, and walked away. The other two guys in the hot tub replaced the sudden emptiness in my mouth and ass, and switched places after a few minutes. I savored the mixed taste of fresh seed and ass juice when they changed places. They took turns using my holes until the first one finished in my ass. He pulled out and had me clean off his cock, while his friend bred me. I shot a load into the water beneath me without even touching myself. As they walked away, one said to the other, in a voice meant for me to overhear in English, "He’s brave to take all of our POZ loads. Do you think he’s already POZ?" "Brave... or stupid," his buddy replied, looking over his shoulder, adding "besides, if he wasn’t he will be soon." Four POZ loads in my ass, and I had cum three times. My knees quaked as my cock sprung back to life. To be continued…

@Pozzible thanks for the hyperlinks although I rarely open one's posted here. But I don't take Megyn Kelly as a trusted source anyway; so.... Perhaps Trump's color suggests he has been toast all along and it didn't matter. 🙂 The "teflon don" reference isn't without merit. I'm not sure anything is going to matter until our house and senate start listening to the majority of the voting public. Did it really change anything while the house was on vacation compared to the 41 days before? It isn't so much what Trump did. The house and senate ratified pretty much anything he chose to do. They certainly had the authority to control this but actively chose not to. Will they behave differently in the coming months? I hope so, but I would not bet on it.

Agreed. That said, fortunately or un, Dems tend to be far less regimented than R's, and more like a herd of critters running in all directions at once. Given that there are tons of issues to consider (politically), it's almost a miracle that Dems coalesce on anything other than the major issues of the day. We may be a fractious lot, but our hearts are in the right place. The more good for everyone, the better for everyone.

Pozzible: Thanks for those links: from your fingers to Whatever's ear !!!

This is an old thread. In 2010, getting fucked bareback was niche and risky. It was common at the time to ask the top not to come inside of you. With so many guys on PrEP nowadays, asking the top to pull out is not really a thing anymore.

I can't make it this Saturday but have been before. I go as stallion. It's a good group in AMS a mix of younger, middle, and older tops and bottoms. Generally most are red hood so looking for bare cock. The young tight asses get the most attention, obviously. But seems like all the mares get at least one or two dicks. Not sure if they all get loads. I personally can only cum twice during a horsefair so I am selective about which mare(s) I cum inside. I like to get my dick in almost all of the holes on offer. Sometimes there is just the right "fit" that causes me to go back and pump my load into that one despite nicer asses available.

i'll be vulnerable a guess that we agree that trickledown economics doesn't work the way its proponents assert? It was and is (and was) reasonable to me that income disparity has a cause. It may be as simple as the point you are trying to get across using the article you cite may be over my head. i think i maybe too simplistic (and macro) terms myself. The point i'm trying to make is i see the cause of income disparity as from a point we both hit on earlier: "greed." And, immediately i pause because what may constitute "greed" for me, may not constitute "greed" for another. i'm going to come back to this and connect "greed" with another term being used in our exchange. But, to me, the vid i shared on "who had it better," demonstrates income disparity as a reflection of greed. The money and growth are there, but the smallest and richest group of people is benefiting many times more than the majority middle and lower wage earners. But it was not always that way. There have always been the three levels, but for many years, they all benefitted pretty equally from overall national economic growth. Well, collectively. If it was just me buying from Amazon, the success would be much less. It seems to me, we can point to any large successful company and make the same statement, and we might be able to demonstrate that everyone, in some way, is a "people like you." If one drives or takes any fossil fuel vehicle anywhere, they are supporting oil company successs, and the examples are without end. It becomes a question of degree, no? The organic farmer that we buy from locally may buy the packaging they use for the honey they produce at WalMart (the "affordability problem" you note) or the diesel for their tractor from Exxon, or___________. The trail seems endless? i do not believe there is something as absolute as a "solution to the problem" of what i think of as less than ideal individual behavior. And i'm a believer that asshat is not a permanent condition, but a moment by moment choice we can all make. But that gets into the weeds, i know. i said i'd return to the factor of "greed," because i thing its connected to how one defines "success." Looking at the 2025 tax brackets, the percentage of taxes paid on "income earned" goes from 10% to 37% if "earned income" exceeds $626k. Does everyone making >$626k pay 37% in taxes? Not implying that the tax rates are right or fair, but thinking lower and middle class people pay a larger percentage of their earnings than the Musks of this world. In terms of left over income, who experiences the larger penalty for success, or conversely has less incentive to 'succeed?" At what level of income or wealth does one stop experiencing an inability to purchase enough. Is greed a matter of perspective? Is "rich?" Is it class warfare to tax the person making $48k 12% but the person making $49k 22%? At what point does it become class warfare? While i do not believe there is a perfect answer, a straight percentage paid by all seems more equal. Maybe one step considering a "living wage?" i think the other side of the picture is the challenges of agreeing on what our tax dollars are spent on. i need to eat dinner 🙂

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Got a phone call from one of my regulars i hadn’t heard from in months. The conversation sation went like this. Hey Boy I know its been a while, I need you to pick me up. I said hello and asked Mark whats going on? He said pick him up at the county jail. Oh boy, I said however it wasnt that far away and he said he couldnt think of anyone else. I drove up to the parking lot in the jail and he jumped in the car. I said how long you been in jail, he said about 4 months. I knew he was into shady stuff, like T and some gang stuff. He was one of my younger Tops -Strapping young black fellow. He gave me an address to go to and drop him off. We made small talk and he seemed hesitent to talk about his experience. I said so, you havent had sex in 4 months huh. He laughed and said I get more ass in jail then on the streets. I laughed remembering his thick bbc. I dropped him at the address and he said ‘Hey can you lend me a few bucks, kind of broke being in jail’ I said sure and took out 40 to give it to him. He said ‘Come on in for a few minutes. I agreed and we entered the apartment. He went into the fridge and handed me a beer , as he guzzled one down. he didn’t waste no time telling me to pull my pants don, his couzin would be home in an hour. I bent over and he stuck a finger in my hole with some vasaline that was on the kitchen counter. He got up behind he as i bent over, wasted no time ramming it in, I gasped at first and then took a deep breath as he moved it in and out a few times distributing the lube. He pumped about 10 min before unloading in me. It was a hard fuck, he was grunting and slamming it into me. When he was done, he said I reminded him of a fag he was fucking in jail, and that he thought about me when he fucked this guy. I was so spent and dripping cum out my ass as i dressed my legs were shaking. As I walked out the door, he asked if I could do better than 40, I said ‘I guess so, but I kind of need it’. I had 150 in my wallet I reached in and pulled out another 50. He handed it back to me and took the 100 out of my wallet. He said Ill be seeing you alot now. I had a boy in jail now I have one home.

FICTIONAL STORY! It was a normal Friday night out in Berlin and I had met up with some friends to grab a drink in a newly opened gay bar in centre of town. The crowd was young & cute like me (FYI i’m a 19 y/o twink). People mostly stayed in their respective groups, distinctly cornered in, throwing a look now and then over the room at other boys. Yet they didn’t take the initiative to move over taking the initial contact. Like most young people the self-confidence clearly had no correspondence to the appearance so a lot of alcohol is consumed to ease the tensions and inhibitions. And like every weekend we drank quite a lot. We had a good time, drinking and laughing, but around 4:30 in the morning it was time to head on for something else. A part of the group wanted to go to a bar where they play mainstream pop music. This very small bar was always fully packed, and it was hard for anyone to really move around. The toilet queue was awfully long, and getting a drink in the bar took so long that you got sober by waiting. This was at least my opinion, but my friends didn’t agree. We, therefore, split and I left them to their miserable choice. My mind was up for some trance music at a nice bar filled with straight acting, well-tuned cute guys. The bar I went to had an open atmosphere, 3 floors: one for trance music downstairs, one for mellow dance music upstairs and a dark room on the top floor. I never visited a dark room before and couldn't understand why people want be fucked by unknown guys in the dark.. I arrived club around five-o-clock in the morning. The dance floor was packed. I drank, chatted to people and danced to a great DJ for three hours which felt shorter than that. Around eight only 15 people were left. I headed for the bar and ordered a last vodka-tonic, although I was quite drunk already. After a while two very hot Arab guys came up and sat next to me. They were wearing tight t-shirts so I could see every detail of their muscular bodies. I think that they were a few years older than me, but max 21-22. We started to chat loosely: they asked me if I was alone and if I lived in Berlin. One of them put his hand on my thigh and caressed me slowly; the other moved his hand inside my shirt and over my back. It felt they were going forward a little bit too quickly so I escaped the situation by saying that I needed to go to the toilet. I went upstairs to the toilets on the second floor, where there was no one. I could feel I was turned on by the touching and wondered what to do next. I had never been with two guys before. If it was only one than things would be a bit easier. When I got out of the toilet one of the guys stood outside waiting for me. He smiled and asked me if I was intimidated by both of them touching me. “Somewhat” I replied. “Which of us do you like the most?” he asked. “I think you’re both cute” I said and added “and very sexy”. “You’re very sexy too and I could see when you went away that you have a nice little bubble butt ass” he replied. “Thanks!” I flushed a little bit embarrassed. “So if it was just me, would you like to have some fun?” he asked. I looked at his hot muscular body and could hear myself saying: “Yes, why not”. “We can go to my place. I don’t live far from here” I suggested. “No, my friend is waiting downstairs and I’d prefer that we just go up to the dark room” he said and smiled. “Well… I don’t really like dark rooms, because you don’t know which guys are in there” I replied. “It’s ok” he assured, “the club is almost empty by now and there would be no one there except for us. So come on, I can tell for sure that both of us want a little fun” he insisted. “Just a quick one… you suck my big dick and afterwards I suck you.. Okay?” He put his hand over his package and I could see a distinct, large bulb on his jeans. “OMG! I need that big Arab cock in my mouth” I thought to myself. He approached me, pressed his body against mine and started to kiss me with deep tongue movements. Wow, this guy knew how to kiss! It felt like heaven! Impossible to resist. At this time I was quite drunk and his gentle treatment of kissing and caressing my cock with his hand inside my jeans. “You’re hard and horny! so let’s go…” he said, and took my hand and led me up the stairs to the dark room. Up there he opened my jeans, pulled them down completely to the ground and sat in front of me. My cock swelled hard as he took it in his mouth and worked it good. One of his hands went off to my ass and started to play with my hole. One finger went in, then two. Slowly he started to finger fuck my my ass. I felt a burning sensation in my ass, but his lips around my cock was so hot that it overpowered that sensation. Was he preparing me so he could fuck me? That wasn’t the deal! But the fingers in my ass felt so good that I couldn’t protest. After a while, he stood up, we kissed with deep tongues. Then he pushed my head down to his big dick. I followed his every move and the orders he gave me, and it was clear who was in charge. My ass started to feel empty so I tried to put some of my own fingers in side my open hole He slapped my face with his XL-sized dick before he pressed it down my throat. His cock went down all the way and he fucked me rather roughly until gasped for air. He noticed I was choking and gave me a fraction of a second to breathe in before he continued pressing it down as deep as he could. The taste of salty sperm mixed up with saliva filled my palate; I had to swallow some to keep up with his intense and deep mouth fucking. He ordered me to lift my ass up so I did was I was told. Suddenly I could hear him whisper something in Arabic. A second later I felt someone coming up from behind putting his hands on my buttocks. I had thought that we were alone in the dark room. Who was this third person who now wanted to join in? Was it his friend who had gone up earlier to wait for us? It’s clear that they planned this from the start. The other guy immediately took over my ass. I felt a small plastic tube enter my ass. A few seconds later i felt a liquid filling my ass. Then he pulled the tube out. Thinking it was lube i didn’t react. Two fingers began to slide in my ass. As my ass became more open he added more. There was a feeling that was spreading to my body. I began to sweat and I felt more horny that I could ever feel. I thought that this was due to considerable amount of alcohol in my body so I stopped sucking and was about to stand up to take a break. The Arab guy in front of me noticed my hesitation and quickly locked both of my hands and put his arm around my neck. He was much stronger than me, and although I tried to resist I couldn’t get away. Suddenly I felt the guy behind me trying to push his big cock in my ass. The pain of this thick cock ploughing its way into my tight ass was sobering me up. Desperately my hands fought to get released but all in vain. “Please wait!” I squeaked, “I need to…” “What is it? Don’t you want to play anymore?” one of the guys interrupted. “Well, just let me get some lube and a condom from my pocket” I begged. “No way! I only fuck without condom or lube. Open up slut! ” he grunted. I wanted to reply but he silenced me quickly by pulling my head back by a steady grip around my hair with one hand and putting the other over my mouth. An extremely intense and very rough fucking followed. I could feel every inch of his big cock as it forced its way in and out in what felt like an eternity. It was almost like my ass would turn inside out of the deep ploughing and I felt my anus swelling. Inside me every show of the top of his cock sent electric shocks through my entire body. After a while my whining changed into groaning and moaning. His friends slapped my face and rammed his cock into my mouth to shut me up. Something started to take over my mind and I began to have thoughts about wanting bigger cocks in my ass and begin a total bottom slut. My ass was now completely open to serve his raw huge cock. The Arab guy behind me started to moan louder and louder. With a deep grunt he filled my insides deep with a huge amount of cum. He withdrew and got up in front of me ordering me to suck and lick his cock clean. I did as I was told and swallowed every drop. “Good boy! Our sperm will change you for good!” he said. “Now, lie down on the floor!” his friend commanded. He forced me to lie down with my chest facing the floor. He got on top and guided his huge cock towards my hole. He pushed into me; I felt the head enter me. A moan escaped my lips. He almost pulled out fully and then he just rammed it in full force. “Now, we’re going to see if I can fuck this slut even harder.” They both put up a laugh of joy and excitement. He fucked me harder and faster. “I saw how you looked at my cock down in the bar, craving it. We are converting you into a load taking slut. You think that you can return to your normal life, but within a few weeks you will give in to your true calling; big raw dicks and cum”. He kissed me on the check and licked my ear. Then he intensified the fucking; I felt the entire weight of his muscular body as he pumped my ass with his massive cock like a machine spinning out of control. By now the penetration went more smoothly because of the generous load that his friend had previously delivered in my butthole, which functioned as a perfect natural lubricant. My ass had also got more used to the rough fucking and had opened up considerably by the penetrations of his friend’s large cock fucking me so violently. Something in my mind took over and i started to enjoy having this good-looking, young sexy Arab stallion plowing my ass hard. I was their little white toy! And when he started hitting my G-Spot I was in pure ecstasy. “Yes, do me as hard as you can” i blurted out. “We own you now that our DNA is deep inside you” he whispered in my ear. Then he came with a roaring and we were both exploded as he shot several streams of hot cum deep inside of me. Then he and his friend dressed quickly, gave me a kiss and left. I sat for a while in the dark to get myself together. What was it I had experienced? My ass was warm and swollen with cum of the two guys dripping out. A smile spread over my face. I started to jerk myself and came quickly. I left the dark room and the club. On my way home I stopped by a gay sauna that had opened its door in the morning hour. I went in, changed, sat at the bar and ordered a juice. As I sat down at one of the tables a bit away from the bar a young black guy came up to me and asked if he could sit down. “Sure” I said. We were there just with our small towels around our waists. He had a perfect body and he noticed my eyes screening over him. He let his towel open so I could see his enormous dick hanging in the open. My eyes couldn’t help staring at it. “I saw you in the dark room. I was hiding in a corner with a friend when you came in. The two guys fucked you up good” he said. His words took me by surprise and I didn’t know what to say. “They knew exactly what to do to change you into a willing bottom” he added. “They knew what to do?” I replied. “Yes! The fact that you’ve come to this sauna and didn’t go straight home or to the police or anything must mean that you want more” he said smiling. He started to stroked his hand over his big cock that had started to rise. “Let’s go to my cabin and i will tell you what they did to change you into a willing slut. I’m not like them!” he said comfortingly. He took my hand and caressed it gently. I looked at his cock and felt how mine grew to create a visible bulb under the towel. He noticed and said smilingly “That’s clearly a YES!”. We stood up and walked up two floors to his cabin were we dropped the towels and started to kiss. Then suddenly I was grabbed from behind by two other black guys. I was pinned down with my face pressed into the mattress. “Hold his arm still” one of them said. I felt how my bicep was tied of with a band. Then I felt a needle stabbing my arm. “Like I promised I will tell you what they did: When they fingered you they loaded your ass with a drug called Meth!” the black guy said. “You had no clue what was happing. This is not how we do it. I like to tell my sluts that I injected them with T.” after saying that the band snapped loose. They released me and told me to raise my arm. As I sat up I began to cough. A wave of sluttyness came over me. “This will boost your carving for big dicks and cum. So don’t fight it!” said one of the other black guys. I looked over to them and saw 3 hot black guys stroking their enormous black cocks. And like he said I couldn’t resist it and crawled over to them. “Does he know that we and the two Arabs are POZ? ” whispered one guy to the other. “We will tell the slut after we bred him several times!” answered the other one laughing. —THE END —

Not my dad but my older brother. He taught me how to cum by stroking my cock. Previously I would lay on my side with my cock tucked down between my thighs and rub my knees back and forth. That’s how I came my first time. I shared a room with my brother and he caught me one time. He didn’t shame me, just showed me how to do it with me hands. First time I came that way he put his mouth on the tip of my cock and ate all my cum.

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Hey guys. I’ve been thinking about trying a different direction for a story. It includes a new theme. I hope you like it. Coach Sanders I think deep down I always knew I was gay. It was just there, in the back of my head, waiting for me to quit pretending. Hard to believe now, but back in high school I was a chubby geek. I used to hide behind baggy clothes and spend more time online than outside. My body made that clear. The thought of showering in front of the guys in gym made my stomach twist. Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t about being small down there. That wasn’t it. It’s that I knew they’d laugh at my naked body. So, I’d pretend I had somewhere to be or wait by my locker until I could clear out unnoticed. And because I was basically a nobody, I got away with it. Thing is, I used to stare at the jocks, hoping they wouldn’t notice. All the time I’d just tell myself I was looking at them because I wanted a body like theirs. I even kept saying that when I started watching gay porn. But I was only jacking off to solo stuff and imagine my body like that. So, it was ok. But by senior year, I decided to do something about it. So, I hit up Coach Sanders about using the weights. He’s in his fifties, fit, serious. The kind of old school coach who still wears a whistle. I stood there, nervous. Even though I was intimidated, he never gave me shit and kinda watched out for me if the other guys messed with me. That’s what gave me the nerve to tell him I wanted to start on the weights and get in shape. He just sat there, looking me over for second before straightening up. “I’ve been watching you, kid. You’ve got potential,” he told me, standing up and putting a hand on my shoulder. “I can see it. Though, the baggy clothes aren’t helping any. It’s obvious you’re trying to hide your body.” I just stood there, his hand on my shoulder. Eyes locked on mine like he was waiting for something. I took a deep breath and told him the problem was that I wasn’t sure about being in the weight room with the other guys. There was no judgment in his eyes, just a quiet nod like he understood. He gave my shoulder a quick squeeze, then turned and said I could come in once everyone had left. Since he taught a couple of history classes, he'd be in his office late. So I started showing up when it was empty. No noise, no eyes on me. Coach barely said anything at first. Just nods when I walked in. But after a couple of days, he noticed I didn’t have a clue. He’d correct my form, show me how to grip the bar, tell me which muscles I should be working on. I listened during all of it. After about a month, he stood beside me watching as I was benching. “Gotta be honest, kid. I didn’t think you’d stick with it,” he said, looking me over, not holding back. But I didn’t flinch. “I’m starting to see a difference.” I looked at myself and didn’t see much. Maybe a little definition, maybe nothing. But he saw it. After that, he started me on a plan and laid out what I should be doing, how often, how heavy. He didn’t ask if I wanted it. He just handed it to me, and I followed. I couldn’t say no. I didn’t want to disappoint him. Sometimes I’d notice him checking me out, studying me. Not in a way anyone else would notice, but I felt it in my gut. And I started thinking about him without meaning to. The way he moved through the gym like he owned the place. Thick arms, veins visible even when he wasn't flexing. His pecs filling out his polo like it’s one size too small. Sometimes I could barely focus when he was in the room. One night, I dropped a dumbbell mid-set. It hit the floor hard. He was next to me before I could reach for it. “You alright?” he asked, eyes steady, handing it to me. “Yeah. Just slipped,” I told him, my eyes down. Embarrassed I’d fucked up. He didn’t say anything. Just stepped behind me, hands light on my elbows. “Keep your shoulders down. You’re pulling too high,” he reminded me. I adjusted, tried to focus. His voice was calm, steady. “Better. Now breathe,” he said in my ear. His body right up against me. I followed his lead, but my form was off. Not from the weight. From him. From the way he moved against me. Like he knew how my body moved and was moving with it. He pressed into me, adjusting me, until I got it right. “Good boy,” he grunted, stepping in front of me. He stood there for a second about to say something but stopped. “It’s getting late. I’ve gotta finish up some papers. See ya tomorrow, kid.” I trained harder after that. Sweated more. Pushed past the burn. I told myself it was about progress, about discipline like Coach told me. But I kept noticing when he was near. I kept noticing when he wasn’t. I could feel myself changing. Coach didn’t say much, but he changed how he talked to me. Less about the weights and more about what it was doing to me. I started losing even more weight and building more muscle. The results were wild. After my workouts I’d head home, still avoiding the showers. Drenched in sweat, I’d run to my room, stripping down to check myself out in the mirror. The months of work were showing, and my late growth spurt was the cherry on top. My pecs were solid from benching. My abs showed real definition. My biceps were tight and defined when I flexed. And my legs, they were strong from all the squats. I felt more confident. Honestly, I was looking better than ever even though I still wore baggy clothes and still hiding my body. Old habits, I guess. The workouts with Coach also started messing with my head. I wasn’t just physically changing. I was starting to figure out it was more than just having a body like the jocks. I’d started looking at different porn. First it was just two guys jacking off together. But after a while, it wasn’t enough. I needed more. There was no going back. I was jacking off to guys making out, sucking, and fucking each other. I’d surf sites looking for all types, not just jocks. Being a tech geek, I’d downloaded a shitload of porn. One night at the end of the school year, I was halfway through my last set. Sweat clung to my skin. My muscles were pumped. I noticed Coach still hadn’t stopped by. He’d usually stopped by but was holed up in his office, something about grading papers. The room felt quieter without him. I finished my reps and hit the showers. Yeah, I was showering there now, but only after workouts. I dried off and walked over to his office. “Gonna get dressed and head out, Coach,” I told him, leaning in the doorway in my towel. Nodding, he looked up, eyes on me, and stood. "Wait,” he said, pulling out a stack of clothes and tossed me a t-shirt. “I’ve been keeping an eye on your progress. Figured it’s time your clothes caught up.” “Thanks, Coach,” I smiled, feeling the soft, thin cotton. I put it on, walked over to mirror, and looked at myself. “Fuck,” I moaned, seeing it stretched across my pecs, and how it gripped my shoulders and biceps. And the best part, I could see it framing my waist. It didn’t hide much. I could feel myself getting hard as I turned to Coach. He stood there, holding a pair of jeans. “Uh,” I stammered, grabbing them. The towel clung to my waist, barely. “I’ll go put them on. Just got out of the shower and don’t got underwear.” “You’re fine, boy,” Coach smiled and sat down, arms behind his head. “They’ll look better without. Besides, it’s just us guys. Go on. I think I got the right size.” Nodding, I turned around, trying to hide my cock. I tossed the towel, bent down, and stepped into them. I could feel how tight they were as I got my junk in and zipped up. “I think I need a bigger size, Coach,” I told him, seeing my bulge in the mirror. “Naw, they’re fine. You’ve got nothing to hide. Your ass looks good in those,” he smiled, ignoring my growing package. He was right. Coach just sat there, not saying another word, just watching me. I thought about the hours I spent to get here. The late nights, just him and me. The way he pushed me. The way his hands stayed a second too long after a good set. The way he looked at me now. I looked over at him, sitting like he always did, arms crossed. His face didn’t give anything away, but something in his eyes kept me looking for a second longer than I should have. I was sure he knew what I was thinking. I took a deep breath and grabbed for my towel. “Thanks, Coach. See you tomorrow,” I nodded, avoiding his eyes, and headed to my locker for the rest of my stuff. I didn’t look back, but I could still feel him watching. I kept thinking about it the whole way home. It was late when I finally got in and just went straight to my room. I sat on the edge of my bed, still stuck on it. Fuck, I was still hard, and my jeans were feeling even tighter. I peeled them off slowly, remembering Coach’s eyes on me, and tossed them on chair. That’s when I noticed the slip of paper sticking out of the pocket. I reached in and pulled it out. Reading it, I smiled. It was a 6-month membership to the gym downtown with a note from Coach. “Proud of you, Ben. You’ve come a long way from that boy coming to me asking for help. Thought you should keep going. Graduation’s next week, so tonight was it. Last session. Good luck.” I stared at it and read it again. He hadn’t said a word to me. Didn’t mention it when he handed me the clothes. The bastard had fucking planned it that way. I lay back, staring at the ceiling. The note still in my hand. After that, I was just kinda going through the motions. Trying to get through the next week. I saw Coach a few times, in the hallway, at the ceremony. But he never looked at me, not once. He didn’t even bother with a ‘bye.’ It was like all that time with him didn’t happen. The only proof I had was when I looked at the mirror. I started at the gym the week after graduation. It wasn’t like the high school weight room where it was just Coach and me. I was still pissed, but more sad than anything. So, I threw myself into the workouts. I lifted harder, ran faster, and pushed until my muscles screamed. Months of grinding at the gym were paying off. But it didn’t feel like it was enough. Not without him seeing it. That summer I came out of my shell. I was meeting new people but always made time for the few old friends I did have. My parents were out of town for the week, and I’d been at a party earlier. Nothing wild, just enough beer cut the edge off after a long week. I got home, kicked off my shoes, stripped, and flopped on my bed. I’d heard a couple of guys at the party talking about an app they had luck with and decided to check it out. I wasn’t even sure why. Sure, I thought about having sex with a guy. How could I not? I had all that porn. But I wasn’t really out. Not to anyone. Not even to myself, not fully. Still, I set up a profile and uploaded a selfie showing off my pecs and abs. I made sure you couldn’t see my face or recognize my room. I started swiping and scrolling. Then I saw him. It was Coach. My thumb froze over the screen. I stared at his profile, my heart pounding. It was definitely him. Even without a face pic, I’d spent enough time with him to know. I tossed my phone on my bed and started pacing. “Fuck it,” I mumbled, grabbing my phone. I scrolled through his pics, finally getting a look at all of him. There it was. His uncut cock. Veins wrapped around his shaft. It was thick, just like I’d imagined it. Yeah, I had noticed his bulge when he spotted me. Before I could chicken out, I sent him a message. “Hey, Coach. It’s me. Ben. I’ve been wondering about you for a while. Seeing you here, kinda answers it.” He replied right away. “Yeah, I was wondering, too. You think I didn’t see the way you looked at me? I had to pretend I didn’t see it at the end. You made that damn gym feel dangerous.” “Dangerous how?” I asked, already guessing the answer. “Like I wanted to lock the door and ask what the hell you were really thinking. But I couldn’t. Not with you still a student.” “I’m not a student anymore,” I wrote, not saying anything else. I could see he was still online but didn’t respond. I started thinking it was stupid to have said it. Then, I saw his message. “True. And if you came over now, I wouldn’t have to worry about it.” Since I still had his number, I just replied, “Text me your address.” That’s when I noticed my hardon. I threw on the t-shirt and squeezed into the jeans he gave me, checked the mirror, and headed over. The quiet streets and warm air made the buzz go down. I wasn’t sure what I wanted from going there. But knew I wanted to see him. When I got there, he opened the door like he’d been waiting. No shirt, just a pair of shorts. He looked good. Like I said, he was in his 50s, around 6'1", solid with broad shoulders, thick arms. I’d seen him almost every day and now his pics, so I knew he was furry. I was surprised how into it I was. He smiled, seeing me in the clothes he gave me. Stepping aside, he let me in and followed him into the living room. “Figured, you might want one,” he said, handing me a drink. He dropped into the chair across from me, stretched his legs out, looked me in the eyes, and drank. “Rum and Coke.” “Thanks,” I said, taking a sip, like I knew what I was doing. The rum was stronger than I expected. Sweet at first, then sharp. He watched me with that calm look, same as always. I leaned back, trying to seem relaxed, but my leg kept bouncing as I looked around. The place was clean, lived in, soft lighting, music low in the background. We talked about nothing really, just catching up. His voice was calm, steady. I took a gulp, trying to settle into it. That helped. I started to relax. That’s when I finally came out and asked why he had dropped my workouts. Not even a heads-up. He shrugged. I nodded and took another gulp. No judgment. I guess I finally understood “Fuck, Ben,” he smiled, “You’ve bulked up since graduation. You should put some more pics up on your profile.” “Yeah?” I smiled, flexing a bit to show off. “You think so? I just put it up tonight.” “Definitely, but you’ll need someone to help you with it,” he grinned, “If you want them done right.” I sat there thinking about it and nodded. He got up with a smile. That's when I noticed his bulge. It was pretty obvious he was getting hard. Still nervous, I sat there, not saying a word. He walked up to me. His bulge almost in my face. I couldn’t take my eyes off it. “If you want, we can do some now and have them up in no time,” he offered, grabbing a camera on the side table. My mouth hung open. I was practically drooling. He stepped back before I could do anything. I looked at him. Really looked. The booze had kicked in. I felt warmer. Relaxed. Open. I wanted to see where this was going. I nodded and stood up, then slowly took off my shirt. The room felt warmer. Or maybe it was me. He guided me over to the wall and adjusted the light. Told me to turn just a little and started shooting. After a few, he said the light would hit better if I showed more. I wasn’t sure. Besides, I was commando, like I’d been since graduation. Looking up, I saw Coach holding out a jockstrap to me. It looked beat up. Stretched out like it’d seen some action. Kinda dirty. Like maybe it hadn’t been washed in a while. “It’s one of my old ones. It’ll do,” he grinned, eyeing my bulge. Looking at it brought me back to all the loads I shot thinking about guys wearing one. Their cocks outlined in the pouches. The look of the straps framing those muscled asses as they got fucked. “Go on boy, put it on. It’ll make that ass pop,” he told me. Fuck if I didn’t want to! I tossed my socks and sneakers. And this time I didn’t hide it. I dropped my jeans. My cock was growing as I stepped out of them. I put on the jockstrap, filling up the pouch with my junk. He didn’t flinch. He just lifted the camera and told me to hold still. I did and let him see me. He circled me, snapping pics, all the time telling me how sexy I was. How I could have my pick of anyone I wanted. I was feeling the buzz mixing with horniness. That’s when I finally noticed he’d tossed his shorts. He was totally hard. I couldn’t keep my eyes off it. I’d seen pics of his cock on the app. But it was the first time I’d seen a hard cock in real life besides my own. What surprised me more was that even hard, his foreskin still covered the tip. Then, he lowered the camera and stepped in close. His hand brushed my cock, light but deliberate, as he adjusted the pouch. “Better,” he sighed and leaned in. His breath was warm, close enough to feel. His eyes locked on mine. I didn’t move, didn’t speak. Then he broke the moment. “Come on,” he smiled, leading me down the hall. “You gotta see yourself.” His bedroom was everything I expected. It felt like him. The large bed was made tight with no mess. The air smelled clean with a hint of sweat. Coach walked me over to the mirror without saying a word. He stood behind me, hands on my shoulders. I could feel his cock poking at my back as I caught his eyes in the mirror. By this time, there was no hiding it. My cock was at full mast. Up, tight against the mesh. I was leaking. For a second, I just stared at the sharp lines carving down from my hips. I ran my hands down them, tracing the V. Something I never thought I’d see on me last year. “Goddamn, boy. If you were mine, I’d keep you strapped 24/7,” he sighed, wrapping his arms around me, and gripped my pecs. “A perfect musclejock.” “Fuck!” I moaned as his fingers spread and played with my nips. "Flex those guns, boy," he said, voice rough. "Show Coach what you built out of that flabby mess you were." My biceps swelled under the challenge. My pecs popped as I clenched and held the tension. He leaned in. His eyes locked on me. I flexed even harder. “That’s it, boy. Show it off,” he grunted in my ear, sliding his hands down my abs until they landed on my hips. He pushed back just enough to make room for his cock and looked at me again. Turning around, I stood there. My cock was practically shredding the frayed pouch. I lifted my chin, just barely. That’s all it took. His hand slid to the back of my neck. His fingers gripped me tightly and pulled me into him. His lips found mine and our tongues started wrestling. I could feel his cock sliding against my abs. Breaking the kiss, he bit my bottom lip and pulled it between his teeth. I groaned. He liked it. I could feel his hand moving down my back and over my ass, his mouth still holding on to me. I wrapped my arms around him. It only made him rougher. He was taking control of me. Letting go, he slipped a couple of fingers in my mouth. “That’s it boy. Show Coach how hungry you are,” he growled. His fingers explored my mouth. I started sucking, covering them in spit. Next thing I know, he bit my neck. I lost it. It was all he needed. His slick fingers were tapping against my hole. I arched, letting him know I wanted it. “Good boy,” he smiled, slipping a finger in, and led me to the bathroom. “Let’s get you ready. Strip and get in.” I saw the chrome attachment shining in the shower and got excited. Fine, I admit it. I’d looked it up. I’d been thinking about being fucked for a while now. I guessed what was going to happen. Never done it myself, but Coach walked me through it. It was awkward at first. But with his hands on me, it made a difference. It was like he’d done this to others before. After a bit, it was obvious I was clean. But Coach grabbed a squirt bottle, and put more in, ‘just to make sure.’ Told me to hold it in for a bit, then I’d be ready. He stood watching me, making sure it wasn’t leaking out. Satisfied, he told me to empty, finish up, and put my jockstrap back on. He’d be in the bedroom waiting for me. I turned on the faucet, hands roaming as I spread lather across my pecs to my nips. I pulled and felt them harden up. The pain was connecting with the tingling in my hole. I moved down to my abs, tracing the deep cuts, then grabbed my junk with both hands and started rubbing. I’d never felt so fucking turned on. “Hurry up, boy!” Coach barked, getting me out of the moment. “Get your ass in here, NOW!” I realized he was waiting for me. I called out to him, “On my way, Coach!” I rinsed, dried off, and pulled on my jockstrap. I looked in the mirror. It was tight, perfect. I headed for the bedroom. Coach was on the bed, watching me. His eyes locked on me like he’d been waiting for this. I felt hot all over. My skin buzzed as I slowly walked to the foot of the bed. The closer I got, the more I started feeling the burn in my hole. Something was happening. My chest felt tight, my skin alive. I was horny. Yeah, but it was more than that. I so wanted this. And I didn’t care what happened next. I just knew I was ready. Coach was studying me. His eyes steady, taking in every reaction as he motioned me to him. "Yeah, boy. Get over here," he ordered, stroking his thick thighs, spread wide open. Cock hard and ready. Slowly, I crawled onto the bed and got on my knees between his thighs. He watched how I breathed. How my body tensed. How I looked at him. I looked down at his cock, sticking straight up, foreskin still covering the tip. I could feel my hole twitching. Then he moved. No warning. Just a shift. “I always had my eye on you. Knew what you were capable of. Been fucking wanting this since before you first came to me, asking,” he growled, grabbing my head and yanked. “You aren’t the first one I got in shape.” Down I went, face to face with Coach’s cock. I could smell the day on him. Fucking sweat from being out in the hot sun all day. I didn’t know what came over me, but I started sniffing it as he worked his hand down my back. He started working my hole again with a slick finger. It was crazy. I was loving it and my moans got louder. “Fucking jockpig,” he laughed, working it deeper. “You like Coach’s smell, don’t ya?” There it was again. I could feel the burn getting stronger, but I didn’t care. It felt good. All I could think about now was Coach’s cock. I could see the precum oozing from his foreskin. “Fuck yeah, Coach,” I moaned, reaching out with my tongue. He stayed in me, making sure I felt his rough finger sliding and digging around. All the time, I lapped at his cock. I could taste it sliding over my tongue and down my throat. It was sharp and clean. Then I felt it. Another finger sliding in. Everything I’d ever imagined about being with a guy was happening. It wasn’t with someone my age, but I didn’t care. It was Coach. He knew exactly what he was doing, and I wanted him to show me. The burn was hitting every nerve as he opened me up, getting me ready. It was all I needed. I opened my mouth wide and went down on him. “Goddamn cocksucker. Get me ready.” Coach moaned, feeling my lips sliding over the foreskin, pushing it back on the shaft. I took it down about half-way. He just sat there, slowly starting to fuck my face. I tried not to gag, but spit was pouring from my mouth. The deeper the strokes, the more I moaned. I wanted it ready for my hole. I sucked harder. “Just relax, nice and slow. You got it,” he murmured, holding my head with both his hands until I was nose deep in sweaty pubes, my chin on his balls. I kept at it, sucking on him. His leaking cock was dripping down my throat as I gripped his thighs. His thrusts were getting harder and faster. “Alright, enough,” he growled, grabbing me, and shoved me back. He leaned in, his mouth almost at my hole. I could feel his hot breath on it. Then, he flicked his tongue at it. “Shit, yeah,” I moaned, never thinking it’d be like this. He was fucking me with his tongue. Coach ate me out for a while then pulled up. My hole was on fire, hungry, and aching. That’s when I finally saw it. It wasn’t showing in any of his pics, but I could see it now. A black scorpion tattooed on the tip of his cock! Its tail wrapped around it. The stinger going under and into the piss slit. How did I miss it?! Seeing my reaction, Coach spread my legs and moved in before I could do anything. “You don’t know how many fucking times I thought about breeding you,” he growled, teasing my hole with his cock. “I knew it the first day you asked about working out that I’d make you into the perfect fucking poz musclejock.” His words were hitting me, reminding me of those nights when he was pushing me harder and harder. Making me want it. I could see the lust in his eyes but then, he got serious and stopped. “But then you fucking got under my skin, boy,” he sighed. “Like I said, you aren’t the first. Just the one I never should’ve let get this close. That’s why I ended it.” I should’ve been freaking out, but my hole was aching. I couldn’t take it anymore. “Fuck me,” I whimpered. The look on his face suddenly changed. “Yeah? You want it, huh?” he smiled, pushing his cock at my hole, again. “Just say it, boy.” “Oh, God!” I moaned, my body giving me away. I lifted my hips and offered myself up. “I wanna be your poz musclejock, Coach.” That’s all it took. He started into me. “Shit!” I cried out, feeling the tip stretching my hole as he punched through. “Fuck, boy,” he grunted, feeling me tightening up. “You’re still fucking tight. I got plenty more to train that hole. But for now, let’s try this.” I wasn’t really paying attention to what he was saying. I was trying, but I still couldn’t relax enough to take him any deeper. That’s when I saw him grab a brown bottle from the side table. I recognized it from some of the raunchier porn I’d gotten into. I watched him unscrew the bottle and take a long snort. “This’ll loosen you up,” Coach moaned, handing me the bottle. I could see the poppers were getting to him. I looked him in the eyes and put the bottle up to my nostril and breathed in. “Fuck,” I growled, feeling it hit me at the same time Coach pushed into me. “Another,” he ordered, “Opening you up, boy. No going back.” This time, it worked. I could feel him sinking in. “God! Give it to me,” I whimpered, his shaft splitting me open. “I DON’T HEAR YOU, BOY!” he yelled, hitting my prostate. I kept moaning, feeling him sliding over it. Pushing deeper. It felt like I was floating. Not really in my body but still aware of what was happening. I didn’t know what it meant. Didn’t care. Everything was a blur. But I knew he was fucking me now. And I didn’t want him to stop. “FUCKING BREED ME!” I yelled, “FUCKING POZ ME, COACH!” Coach pumped into me, pushing himself into my guts. His balls banged against me. His grip got tighter. “Fucking ass feels good, boy,” Coach growled, “Just fucking tight enough.” I just groaned. I couldn’t speak. My cock was twitching. He just kept on, ramming into me. I was loving it, wanting him to fill me up with his poz load. “Been waiting for this since I started seeing results,” Coach said, letting it settle into my head. “That ass getting high and tight. Just begging for my poz loads.” “Shit yeah,” I moaned, realizing I had done it all for him. “I fucking wanted to be your musclejock since day one, Coach. Fucking wanted to make you proud.” I was panting and bucking, pushing back on his cock the whole time. I wanted it all the way in me. Each time he hit my prostate, I’d push back for more. “Fucking cockpig,” he growled, “Gonna have you begging for other poz cocks soon.” I was too much into it to answer. That’s when he sank down all the way and stayed there. “Fuck yeah,” he grunted, “It’s all in.” “Goddamn, it!” I moaned, squirming. Then he started ramming into me. Hard and fast. Sweat was flying off him. His eyes hard, like a hunter who knew he’d set up the perfect shot. Closing the space between us, he wrapped his arms around me. He held me tight. He was close. I clenched down. He started sucking in air short and fast. Then he slowed but went long and hard, the last one pushing me over the edge. “Shit yeah!” I growled, shooting biggest load ever as I felt his cock spasming in me. “Load me up, Coach!” “FUCKING TAKE IT!” he yelled, his swollen cock finally filling my hole with his poz load, and fell on me. He stayed in me for a while, both of us now covered in sweat until he pulled out and sat back. "You feel that in you, don't you, boy?” he grinned, fingering my sloppy hole. “Your first poz load.” “Yeah, Coach,” I growled, grabbing him tight, and pulled him back on me hard. My mouth crashed into his, rough and hungry. “Fucking thanks,” I panted against his lips, my breath raw and grateful. “You’re welcome, boy,” Coach smiled, showing me his red-stained cum slick fingers. “It’s starting. You feel it? It won’t be long.” “Shit,” I moaned, sucking on them. I could taste the metallic sharpness mixed with the saltiness of his load. “Gonna be your fucking poz musclejock, Coach.” “That you are, boy,” he growled and slipped a buttplug in my hole to make sure. “MY fucking poz musclejock. I got so much to show you.” “Can’t wait, Coach,” I muttered, rolling over and burying my face in his furry pecs.

I will also add to that. As a lifelong sloppy bottom, size is not usually the issue for me. If a man is dom and knows how to use my pussy he will satisfy me every time.

I would urge folks to read Kamala's post-election tome, 107 Days. It's an easy read, if deeply dispiriting for all the obvious reasons. But it shows her to be what many of us always thought her to be, bright, insightful, compassionate, driven, informed and strategic. The kind of real leadership skills you want in a POTUS. But sadly, America didn't support her, or Hillary before her. Two of the most profoundly capable, skilled, experienced individuals ever to run for our highest office. What does that say about the electorate, or at least a significant portion of them? And look where we are now. A toxic morass from which we may never recover.

Thanks, fucking amazing! I love Men at Play, especially when they're not using condoms. And very cool to see there are other users with a suit kink here, definitely makes me want to engage more if some of you guys think it's hot. Here is an older pic of me.

During my first week there, one evening I was standing over the kitchen sink washing some dishes after dinner. I was talking to one of the priests who happened to be in the kitchen as I washed the dishes, and eventually he came up behind me and gently brushed his hand against my ass; I noticed right away but pretended like it was nothing, I thought maybe it was unintentional, but then he did it again, and again etc. After the third or fourth time I went silent for a second and he rested his hand on my ass, and after a pause he groped my ass. I reached behind me and grabbed his now hard cock through his pants. Without another word we both went to the living room, he sat down, pulled his pants down, and I sucked his cock and balls for probably half an hour. He didn’t cum (he was 77 and had trouble cumming sometimes) but afterwards when I finished he just said to me “Good boy, we’ll have a lot of fun”. That same week, Sunday evening, both he and the other priest were waiting for me in the same room. I immediately got on my knees, sucked them both, and they both fucked me. One came in my ass and one (who didn’t cum the last time) on my face. Best years of my life.

Actually, I prefer option #3 -- cum should flood into the ass!

Later that night, after arriving to the party at the bar and getting a drink myself my parents excused themselves to go off and do their own thing. The place was huge; with a stage for live musical performances and a big dance floor, a massive area with old arcade games and dart boards with pool tables around as well, a bar fully stocked and a big area for people to drink and lounge by the bar area, and another area closer to the exit for dancing and relaxing as there were tables lining the walls for drinking and chilling out. I had a lot of the area to choose from for entertainment, but there was also a back patio for smoking outside and there was a long hallway that went up towards the main entrance for booking rooms as well, and a lot of that area was empty since the party was happening inside the bar. I decided to take a walk down the hall towards the main entrance and while I headed down that direction a man emerged from a room in the hallway and as he turned around the lock the door behind him I was getting close to him, I realized it was Lionel from the other night up at Harold’s shed party later on when I was brought back up to meet some of the guys! What was he doing here? Before I could finish that thought he turned around and a big smile spread across his face. That bear of a man was such a big sexy stud, I had a hard time thinking straight as soon as he smiled at me. Lionel: Zack! Hello again you sweet young man, come give me a hug! Me: Lionel, what are you doing here? Lionel leaned in to hug me when I walked over to him, his massive frame covering me, and his hands roaming down my back to squeeze my chubby ass cheeks. He pulled back slightly then gestures to the door he just come out of: Lionel: Well I figured the party here at the bar sounded too good to pass up. I knew a lot of people would be here and after the other night we all shared in the shed I kept thinking about you. It was a mistake not to fill your beautiful round ass… how about you come inside? I have a room bought here for tonight so I can roam around the bar and party as I please, and take the afterparty to my room later hehe. Me: Ah, I’m not sure that’s a good idea… my folks are here and I didn’t plan on doing anything tonight besides enjoying myself here and trying to have some fun. Lionel: We can have some fun together! You like Marijuana right? I remember frank telling me he shared a joint with ya before. I have some premium stuff in my room but I can’t roll it to save my life. Care to help an old man out? I was starting to think that lionel was just trying to get me alone, but the idea of some weed tonight sounded great, I enjoyed that more then alcohol after all so I followed him into his room after a brief chat, mixed with small talk as he put his jacket on the bed and then went to a dresser and pulled out a bag of strong smelling weed and some rolling papers. Lionel: so here’s how this works sweetheart, I want to play a little game with you. We are going to smoke that joint you roll up for me, and as we smoke it I’m going to put my cock up your ass. If you can finish that joint with me, before I finish in your hole then you don’t have to take my cum… not until later hehe. Me: wait what? You want to fuck me while we smoke that? We can’t smoke it in here, where are we going to do that were someone don’t see us? I wasn’t sure any of this was a good idea, I got carried away with harold and frank and even brett, they all came in me without protection and had their way with me. Lionel didn’t, but at the same time lionel was the nicest of them all towards me, I really WANTED to make him feel good, I just wanted to be safe about it. Me: how about this… if I let you fuck me… you have to use a condom. Deal? Lionel: no… no deal. He walked closer to me, shedding his shirt and peeling off his pants, giving me a view of his sagging nuts and his uncut massive meat swinging between his legs, it wasn’t even hard yet and it looked somehow bigger then I remembered. Lionel: you let all the men at the shed party late the other night fill your man cunt full of their baby batter boy, you rode my cock bare, and took it like a pro. I want to see you do that again, it was such a beauty watching your hole swallow up my dick… not a lot of guys or girls can take all of it you know? And you did. Me: yes but I was also warmed up by a lot of other guys first… not that I’m proud of that. How about we compromise? If you want to fuck me… just pull out? Ok? Lionel put the bag of weed in my hands, and then handed my the rolling papers and walked over to the bed, smiling at me as he laid back on it, his dick started to harden in front of me, making my hole twitch just looking at it. It was almost as if my butt reminded me that it liked the cock I was staring at. My cock betrayed me as well and started to harden. Lionel: no promises kiddo… but I do want you to come over here and sit on my cock while you roll us that joint. Think of it as a warmup, you aren’t getting fucked here. You can take your time and sit on it as slowly, or as fast as you want. Let my dick stretch you out good for when we smoke that joint heheh. Me: it sounds like you want to stretch me out now… how do you think I can roll that joint up for us with your fat dick in my ass anyway? Lionel was getting very lewd with me rather quickly, I should have seen this coming when he invited me in here to smoke with him… maybe if I entertained him, we could still have some fun and be safe about it? I know pulling out wasn’t the best way to do things when you tried to use protection but if he wasn’t willing to wear any I could just pull off when he got close, right? I already had his dick in me raw before so I shouldn’t get into my head about it too much… Lionel: get creative baby, work that magic stick up your ass while you roll a magic stick for us to puff on together! He emphasized his words by grabbing the base of his cock, and stroking it from tip to the base over and over a few times getting the helmet of his big cock wet with copious amounts of precum. I walked over to him and shed my clothes, then did as he said by straddling him, thinking I could remain in control somewhat since I was on top of him now. Me: now umm, let me get the tip of your dick in first and then I can roll this up… im sorry in advance if the roll isn’t as good as it should be but I haven’t done this kind of thing before… Lionel just grinned like the cheshire cat and held the weed and the papers for me while I grabbed the base of his cock and lined it up with my hole, I reached back using some spit to lube my hole since he didn’t give me any lube or use foreplay… the entire time I am preparing myself for his huge cock he just smiled at me, like he was happy he was finally going to get his prey. I pushed the head of his cock into my ass and with a wet squelch and some pain it went in and I moaned out in agony, trying to force myself to relax more for the massive intrusion. Lionel: That’s it baby, your doing great… just ride it nice and slow. See if you can get all the way to the base. Me: I don’t know if I can, there’s not enough lube and your so big… Lionel: nonsense. Here, take the weed and roll it up. Let me help you with that tool underneath ya! Lionel gave me the papers, and the weed and I started to try and roll up the weed. Each time I started to make some headway he pushed up into my hole again, making me tense up and try my best not to waste any, slowing my progress. The entire time he was lazily humping into my hole, just pushing about a half an inch in more each time but not enough that it hurt. When I almost got the joint finished, he thrusted up into me HARD, making me drop it all over the bed and have to start over again, his face flushed with amusement. Lionel: gonna have to try harder boy, if you don’t get that thing rolled up soon who knows what might happen? Hehe. Me: what do you mean? I’m trying my hardest but your… oof, big cock is making it even harder then normal. Lionel: if you keep fumbling that joint, we might not make it anywhere to smoke that thing. I might just breed ya right here… I realized the game he was playing with me. He wanted to cum in me, and he was hoping I would fumble the joint over and over until he was satisfied! Me: remember you need to pull out before you cum dude… besides, I think I can get this done without that being an issue, i just need to try something a little different… I moved up and off his dick only to turn backwards to him, facing the end of the bed and sat back down on his cock again, I pushed until almost all of his dick was in me, so I knew it wasn’t going anywhere, then leaned forward, all the way down so I was leaning on the edge of the bed on my elbows, while I started to roll the joint again, Lionels big hands came to rest on my hips as he grabbed my ass and thrusted up into it! I was in some kind of reverse cowboy position, with his cock deep in my hole and me trying to roll the joint he handed me. Lionel: oh this is nice… you wanted a change of pace before I flood your cunt full of my cream huh boy? I did my best to focus on the task at hand, he started thrusting up into me with more of a wild pace, his dick Finally getting into me balls deep as his big sweaty nuts slapped off my rear end. I needed to hurry this up! Me: o-oh, I’m almost done Lionel… sorry to keep you waiting… unff… Lionel: I’m almost finished here myself boy, how about you take your time and finish that up while I finish in this fine ass sweetcheeks. He started fucking me like a savage, even though I was on top of him, I felt the sex rise to a fever pitch that he didn’t rise to the other night. He really wanted to inseminate my asshole, and I could feel his pace and his demeanor change. Me: ahh… done! I exclaimed, happy I finished making a decent joint for us to share. I looked back at lionel, thinking he was going to pull out now but he thrusted even faster now. Lionel: about… done… here, too! I could feel his balls tensing up, so I used all of my strength to pull myself away from the grip he had on my asscheeks and my hips, his cock ploping free from my now slightly gaping hole, my anus winking at him as I was still bent over in front of him while he layed down. Lionel: argh, what was that for kiddo? I was just about to finish what I started… He sounded a bit annoyed, so I spoke up to calm him down: Me: I finished the joint, we can go smoke this now remember? You can leave my ass alone until you get outside. I was hoping that he wasn’t going to get a chance to fuck me, maybe there would be a lot of folks around outdoors and I could get my chance to smoke and then leave! Lionel: Well get your clothes back on boy He growled at me hungrily before speaking again. Lionel: we are heading out back, I don’t want anybody noticing we are gone. We got dressed, and talked as we headed down the hallway and out the bar, behind the back and out through the fire exit. Only a few people had seen us, and I assumed there would be nobody outside but I was wrong. When we got outdoors, a couple people were out on the back fire exit having a smoke or doing other things. Mostly drugs I didn’t deal with myself so I kept close to lionel. He knew one of the men there so they made small talk and idle chatter as I took the joint to my mouth to light it, but lionel took it out of my hands as soon as he saw it and chuckled Lionel: not yet buddy. Let us go find a spot a bit more private. Random guy outside: where are ya two headed? You aint gonna share none of that? Lionel: I had no plans to bud, sorry! I’m having this with my friend here, it is his weed after all. He winked at me as he lied so we could make our way off, away from the people here. we walked toward the trees out back, it was really dark so nobody should see us out over here… but I was a little nervous being here with lionel alone now. He made me feel good but he wasn’t going to respect my boundaries either about playing safely so I had to take it upon myself to keep my head in a good space to not get caught up in the moment. His dick felt phenomenal and he sure knew how to use it, so I needed to be careful. Lionel: here Is good enough. Lean against that tree and hike up your ass, you know the drill? Slide your pants down, and ill light this up as I push into you. We can pass this back and forth and have some good fun while we’re at it heheh. Me: yes, is this good enough for you sir? I slide my pants down to expose my hole, winking and still a little stretched from the temporary screwing earlier. It flexed and winked instinctively, trying to grab at something to stuff back inside of it, my hole hungry for more despite my attempts to keep myself tame. Lionel whipped his uncut meat out and slapped it on my asscheeks a few times, then smeared the precum covered head into my anus while he lit the joint up. As he pushed his cock into my ass yet again, I felt the head of his dick kiss my prostate on the way up my boicunt and it made me moan out louder then I wanted to. Lionel: heh, keep it down cutie or the whole party’s gonna hear ya. Take this- Lionel handed me the joint that was just lit and he started thrusting. Nothing but wet, sloppy sounds of sex were echoing through the trees now as he pounded me, he slowly worked up to a frenzy fucking me as we passed the spiff back and forth, it was about 3 quarters done when he pushed in balls deep and grinded into me for a moment before he spoke up: Lionel: you got me close back in the room boy. If you don’t hurry up and finish that thing im going to unload my balls into your hole and paint your insides white hehe. Is that what you want? You’d like me filling you up with a fresh batch of my jizz wouldn’t ya? Me: ahh, dude… noo, pull out if your going to cum! Lionel: im not sure if I can… your going to need to pull off it if you don’t want my load. It felt so good, I didn’t want the sex to stop. My asshole was on fire from how good it felt, and I was starting to see stars from the professional pounding I was getting but I heard him and started to puff on the last bit of the joint like it was going to go out of style. Lionel: when your done, hold it up and let me see it boy. Finish the rest of it yourself like a real man… and take it, take my dick like a good boy. I inhaled so hard on the second last puff that I coughed really hard a few times, my asshole twitching around Lionel’s raw cock buried in my hole and milking it dangerously closer to orgasm without my knowledge, as he sped up his thrusts, slow and shallow yet deep in my butt now. Lionel: ooohhh fuckk… you keep doing that and I’m gonna nut in you baby boy… you’re getting a big, big load of my cum that I’ve been saving up! Me: hey, don’t cum in me, look I’ve finished the joint! I held it up after taking the last small puff, acting like I won an award or something but lionel never slowed down at all, in fact he seemed to be working toward ejaculating in me! Lionel: I don’t think I can pull out little buddy… you feel too good… get ready for it! Here… it… comes… ungggh! Lionels cock started to swell, and I knew that meant he was seconds away from blasting off, so I struggled to pull away, but he had me in a vice grip, pulling me into his thrusts like a mad man possessed. Me: h-hey! Let… go! I managed to pull off his cock just in time, I looked back and in the dark still seen his cock leaking precum onto the ground, it twitched and throbbed angrily at me, like I did something wrong and I was going to get punished for it. Lionel: that was a bold move there buddy… you got lucky. I was just about to cum. Me: that was too close… I can’t have your cum in me man! I pulled my pants up quickly, trying to make a break away now. I was a bit high and really starting to buzz as the weed kicked in, but I knew I needed to get away from lionel before my brain got high AND horny. I didn’t want to let his cock in me again or he would probably end up blowing his load in my hole for sure. Lionel: why not? You had many other men breed you before right? What’s wrong with letting me do that too? Me: yeah but that was… a mistake. I got carried away that night. I wasn’t sure if harold has showed lionel the picture I sent frank on grindr, so I kept that hidden for now, I didn’t want him to know about it if he didn’t already. It was used as a means to blackmail me before. Me: besides, if you cum in me how will I hide that from everyone at the party? They will see your cum leaking out of my ass standing my pants as the night goes on and well… that’s embarrassing. I shouldn’t need to explain to you why that’s a bad idea. You can always fuck me and just cum while you pull out man. Lionel: we will see… I plan to get your hole filled before the night is over young man hehe. Everytime I see you tonight, I am going to find a way to get my cock in you. You can count on that. He pulled his pants up, his throbbing erection making it almost impossible to out his cock away but he managed to do so, and winked at me before we both headed back inside. I excused myself from him to go back to the bar and found my father there. He was a bit hammered already, and spoke to me about how I was doing. How the party was going. He told me to have another drink and went off to find my mom, so I ordered another beer and decided to go play a game of pool to take my mind off of everything. Lionel’s words floated though my head, i couldn’t help but think of what he said. How would he fuck me everytime he seen me in a place as busy as this? Did I even want him to? I parted ways with him on a good note but I really didn’t want to end up full of cum again tonight. I wanted to have a good time maybe get fucked but be able to enjoy it. Maybe I should get on grindr later and see if frank unblocked me? I could always talk to him if I got horny perhaps? As I thought about the nights past events, and the ones from the previous night at the shed I played a few games of pool with a few of the guys. My dad joined me for a game once as well, but soon more and more drunk people hit the dance floor, and soon I was shooting pool by myself while most of the other adults were playing slot machines, at the bar facing away from me or dancing on the dance floor. Lionel: hey sport, how are you doing? Me: huh? Where did- My voice was cut short when lionel pulled my pants down, just enough to expose my crack of my ass, and he slid a finger in my hole which made me freak out a little bit from the sudden intruder in such a busy place. I looked around frantically and noticed that right now, nobody seemed to even be paying attention to this area of the bar, nobody was looking at the pool tables and the people at the bar all had their backs turned to us, lionel was behind me grinning with an evil glint in his eyes. Lionel: mmmmmm, still nice and wet in there from my pre cum. Open up for me cutie, nobody is looking. He fished his cock out of the fly in his jeans and stroked the semi hard cock while he pressed it against my backside and spoke softly into my ear: Lionel: lets see if you can make that shot with my dick in you. Maybe if you do, I wont break you in half over this table for teasing me twice earlier and not letting me cum in that ass. He pushed his still hardening cock against my hole, and with a lot of pressure it slid back inside of me in a rush, I bit my lip to prevent myself from moaning loudly, this was insane! Lionel was behind me with his cock buried in my ass IN PUBLIC. In a busy bar where anyone could look over at any moment and see us. Lionel: Don’t worry, if someone looks over they will just see me helping you with your form… hehe Me: unff, please take it out man! Not here like this… Lionel: well I suggest you make that shot, or else I make one of my own.” He pushed his cock deeper in me, it was now fully hard inside me and I gasped a little, then bent all the way over right away, giving him even better access to my hole and he slid in a bit further to bottom out in me while I arched my back, trying to get a good angle to make the shot in the corner pocket without being seen like this. It was all so hot and so dangerous, I was playing with fire in more ways then one and it was actually starting to turn me on having his cock in me like this, even though the logical part of my brain told me this was a really bad idea. Me: alright… that 10 in the corner pocket… watch this. I lined up and started to shoot my shot, lionel pulled back at the same time and pounded his hips into mine once, HARD. It made me slip a little and he watched me miss my shot, laughing at my failure as he grinded into my hole, making slow circles with his hips, using his cock to stir up my insides. Lionel: well, you fucked that one up little buddy. I guess you have to get a pounding to teach you a proper lesson. Don’t worry, I won’t take long since you have my balls primed from earlier.. ill give you a nice full load real quick baby. Me: ahh, dude no not here where everyone is watching, pull out of me! He slowly withdrew his cock and tucked It just into the band of his pants and under his shirt, making him look silly. Lionel: in there. Meet me in the second stall. Now. He growled those words as he walked away, looking back to wink at me when he walked into the mens bathroom, I looked around, still bent over and my hole still peeking out of my pants, one person was looking my way now at the bar, drinking his drink and just staring at my ass. I blushed hard, immediately pulled my pants up so my hole wasn’t exposed and walked to the bathroom, partially to get away from the prying eyes of that man who was looking at my ass while I was bent over with my anus peeking out of my pants. Lionel was pushing things a bit too far and he was going to hear it from me. Fuming, I walked into the bathroom and noticed it looked empty. I walked down the rows of stalls, making sure nobody else was in any of them, before approaching the second stall which was the only one closed and without even knocking I shouted at lionel from the other side of the door: Me: what the FUCK man? People are everywhere out there. My dad and my mom are out there somewhere, and some random guy was staring at my ass after u pulled my pants down and stuck your cock in my ass… what’s the big idea? The stall door swung open after my outburst, Lionel was standing there with his pants around his ankles, his fat cock in his hands as he stroked with one hand and opened the stall with the other, his dick was leaking pre steadily, I already noticed a string of precum dangling from his cock, almost touching the floor. It was just flowing from his dick, he must have been really horny and pent up by now! Lionel: This is the big idea right here. He pointed at his dick and then motioned for me to join him. Lionel: My cock in your cunt. You made me wait long enough, and you standing there bent over the pool table was too big of a tease to pass up, I need your hole wrapped around my dick and I need it now! Get your ass in here and bend over the toilet! He didn’t wait for an answer, when I didn’t move right away, he grabbed me and pulled me into the stall easily with one big gruff hand, and almost threw me over the toilet, my ass in the air as I tried to stand up straight. Before I could do anything else he pushed on the lower part of my back, forcing me to arch my back a bit for him while I was straddling the toilet backwards, facing the wall now. Me: h-hey lionel, wait- He yanked my pants down, roughly spread my ass cheeks with both hands and buried his face in my hole, he took a deep whiff of my ass, sniffing in my scent of my younger chubby anus before pushing his tongue into my rim, breaching my sphincter hard with his abrasive muscle, rimming my ass with passion and completely ignoring my words now. He licked and sucked on my butthole, it felt so good I started to instinctively push my ass back into his ass eating, trying to get him deeper in me somehow and he must have sensed that I was eager for more, he got up and rubbed the head of his uncut dick against my asshole, pushing in just a bit but not enough to slide into me. Just enough so that I felt the pressure of his heavy log of a cock about to split me open. Lionel: just so you know, I was about to cum before we left the woods out back. My balls are on a hair trigger after that little sexy stunt you pulled with me out at the pool table… I won’t take long at all. He leaned his raw cock into my vulnerable hole, and I squirmed a bit underneath him, trying to get out from under him so I could talk to him properly, how did he manage to keep his cock shoved up my ass so many times tonight? He was pushing all my buttons, and as much as i wanted him to pull out he wasn’t planning on it himself. He started to push in and out of my ass and it felt so good I could do nothing but whimper at the huge man meat filling me up again. Me: the stunt I pulled? Don’t you, ahhh… mean the stunt you pulled? It was hot but we can’t do shit like that here, look just don’t cum- Before I could finish my sentence, he pushed balls deep in me, and after only fucking me for about 15 seconds he growled deeply, it almost sounded like an animal made that noise, not a man! His cock throbbed and jerked violently in my guts, the mushroom head of his cock was way past my second hole and into the deeper reaches of my anus, making me feel every inch of him as his dick swelled up even bigger somehow, stretching me tightly around the oversized tool. I felt an intense heat, spreading deep into my guts, almost like he was cumming inside of me, and all the way into my stomach! Lionel: Ahhh yeahhhh… finally marked this ass. You’re all mine now baby boy. Take it all in your pussy like a good bitch, let it soak into your colon and knock you up. I was shocked, he just… came inside of me? After all this time trying to avoid it and he just did what ever other man had done to me this trip… blew their load right up my asshole. Maybe I was trying in vain to avoid what I was going to get no matter what if I wanted to get fucked… a hole full of thick jizz. My cock was rock hard now, and I was leaking at just the thought of more cum inside of me. Was I becoming addicted to feeling like this? Having a man cum inside me? Lionel: heheh… I can see how hard you are boy. Let me take you back to my room… we can enjoy ourselves much better there and in privacy as well. Not no fucking over a toilet seat… I want to make love to you properly, I want to make you fall in love with me and this cock. He humped into me for emphasis when he said those last words, I felt my face flush bright red and hot as I blushed hard, his softening cock was till buried in me keeping his cum from leaking out. Lionel: what do you say? Up for another round baby? He was such a sweet talker, and I was so deep in a horny fog now that I just nodded, I just wanted to feel him do that again. It was all I could think of in my horny, buzzing brain: His cum felt so good in me, it felt… right. Like it belonged in there. Lionel chuckled and pulled back and his cock flopped out of me, my anus involuntarily farted and cum squirted out of my asshole noisily, the loud cumfarts echoing in the bathroom before a small flood of Lionel’s seed came behind those cum queefs. Lionel: look at that. I think im going to have to ask for help to satisfy that hungry ass you have there zack. Just lookin at it is making me hungry for it again too… I could see the lust in his eyes and I tried to pull my pants up and leave the stall, but he followed close behind me, and grabbed my ass Lionel: just follow me back to my room. You won’t have to worry about not enjoying yourself tonight, trust me… hehe. I threw caution to the wind at this point and gave in, it was here where the part of my brain that normally told me to play safe and be logical that completely shut off. I let lionel lead the way as we left the restroom, and walked out of the bar area entirely, heading to his room he bought for the night down the long hallway. Once we approached his room, he leaned in to kiss me, and I wasn’t expecting it at all. It took me by surprise, but thinking we were alone, I let him do it and even kissed him back. His rough beard against my face and his tongue roughly claiming my mouth as his as well was such a big turn on and I melted as he made out with me, grabbing my ass with both hands for a moment before he broke the kiss and started to unlock the door. Lionel: you know, its been a long time since I met a man who drove me crazy with his butt like you do boy… you need to know what your getting into when you walk in here. If you come into my room with me, im going to own this ass properly now. No pulling out. No begging for anything other then my cum and whatever else I tell you to do, you do it. When I tell you to take this load, your going to take it, is that understood? Me: yes sir. I have no issues doing what you ask, within reason of course… Lionel: you will do what I ask, no exceptions. You are such a good boy, I won’t have any problems with that will I baby? I hesitated for a moment when he opened the door, and paused, looking at me as if to say: you going in or what? Looking around before walking into the room, I saw a man standing at the end of the hall looking at the two of us, he looked like he might have been the guy eyeing me from the bar earlier when I was exposed over the pool table. Lionel noticed my gaze and smirked when he saw the man, and then spoke to me gently and with a soothing voice that calmed me Lionel: go on in sweetheart, ill be right there. Seems an old friend of mine wants to have a chat. I didn’t think twice, wanting to get out of the hallway and away from further prying eyes. I quickly go in on the bed as I waited in the room, it was mostly dark and no lights were on besides the lamp in the corner of the room and I heard muffled sounds but could not make out anything that was being said outside the closed door. Hopefully that man wasn’t the guy who was staring at me from the bar earlier. He gave me the creeps. I waited a little longer and got a bit restless. My horny, partly drunk, and high mind thought of a nice idea. I’ll get naked and put my ass in the air for him when he comes in, lionel will love the view I knew that much! I really wanted him to see how much I was up to please him now, hoping he would give it to me good and make sure I was walking funny and I could feel his cock even days later after we fucked. My brains lust switch was flipped and all I wanted was to use my ass to pleasure him more. Me: I don’t think he will mind if I throw my clothes over here… I discarded everything I was wearing, and got on my hands and knees on the bed, my ass facing the doorway and I arched my back, really making sure when lionel walked in he had front row seats to this grade A ass! Just as I pushed my ass high into the air, I heard the door click open, and I instinctively pushed my face into the pillows, wiggling my hips back and forth seductively. *Whistling* ???: damn that’s one amazing ass if I ever seen one. That looks absolutely stunning, look how he shakes his pussy at us… Lionel: my old friend here wanted to sit back and watch me dump a load in your hole. Now be a good boy and stay just like that, you look amazing mmmmm… Me: huh- Lionel: no talking. Ass up, face down babe. He pushed my head face down into the pillow before I could turn around and I felt someone mount me from behind. Lionel: Now lets stretch this cunt out real good, I want to see my cum leaking out of you as I fuckin own your ass again! Without warning, I felt a big cock spear into my hole, it felt large but not LIONEL LARGE. Who was this inside of my ass? I tried to look up but my mysterious top had a vice grip on the back of my neck as he used most of his upper body weight to keep me face down, I was forced to stay like this and my asshole was fully on display to be violated by him. After a few moments, I heard him grunt and felt him tense up. His fucking wasn’t anything spectacular, and he felt good but it was almost as if he just needed to cum. He didn’t really have a very good technique either, so there was a good chance he never got laid too often. Lionel: stay right here, I will be right back. Without a word more the door opened and closed again, then less then a minute later opened again as I felt the man on top of me slowly starting to pull his softening cock out of my abused asshole. Lionel: you ready for my cock baby? The guy on top of me got off of me, giving me enough time to look to my side and see lionel now getting naked next to me. Lionel: get your face under the covers. I don’t want anyone to see your face, and I have gotten a few… offers I couldn’t pass up earlier. Lets just say I spoke to a few guys and I wasn’t sure this was going to work but it seems like your more then capable of pleasing them now, I am going to leave the door open for a while and any man that needs some release is going to use your hole for their pleasure. When they are all done, I will take you again and make you mine. They won’t do anything to hurt you, because I will be right here along side you the whole time to make sure of it, but don’t you dare peek at any of the guys who walk in here or I will make sure you get punished for it. Understand me boy? I looked at him and nodded, then did as I was told, keeping my leaking ass in the air, cum was dribbling out of my hole and down my balls and I heard lionel chuckle a bit at the sight of my cum-sloppy rear end. Lionel: you know what, im going to turn the light off in here too. Keep your head covered and lay down on the bed. That way they won’t see your balls either… I didn’t know exactly what he was getting at but before I had much time to argue or ask anything I felt another person mount me, his legs felt very hairy and his cock was stubby but thick as he pressed into me with a reckless abandon that told me he didn’t get off in ass very often. It was only 30 seconds of pumping and he was cumming, then pulled out of me and done. I didn’t hear more footsteps enter the room but another body climbed on top of me on the bed, and pushed a long, thin cock into me. This man felt very thin, like his legs were almost just bones. It felt like I was getting fucked by a much older man, he made short stabbing thrusts that hurt and deep in my hole started to feel sore but he didn’t take long before cumming either then climbing off me. ???: wow, look at that. You really outdid yourself there lionel… that is one fine lass… I realized what was going on now. Lionel must have told some guys earlier he had a GIRL in his room. The only two guys who knew I was a man were lionel and his friend who creeped me at the bar, nobody else was aware they were fucking a man, especially since my asshole was so full of cum and so wet and loose now from Lionel massive cock filling me up multiple times earlier that nobody could tell that they weren’t screwing a pussy! The way I was covered up, and the curves of my chubby body didn’t help, my hips and ass were so much thicker then what you would see on most men, so clearly in this context I was passing for a female… ???: you sure I didn’t need a rubber? Or is the slut on the pill? Lionel: Hahaha… no your good, trust me. Try it out and see what you think? I heard some rustling and the door to the room opening loudly and then someone put their body on top of mine, their cock at the entrance to my asshole ???: I want to hear you moan when I slide it all the way in you whore. The door is open wide so anyone can hear you, anyone can see this ass getting knocked up properly. Hopefully you got plan B so you don’t end up pregnant… I ain’t lookin for a baby mommy. This guy sounded like he was my age! I was a bit nervous now, truly hoping he didn’t find out about my hidden secret. The door to the hallway was open but not much light illuminated the room, so I should be fine like this… I hope. Without any foreplay or waiting any longer he went balls deep on the first push, and let out a long, satisfied exhale before he raised up off of me and grabbed my hips and fucked me like a rabbit in heat! His dick was a nice size, not too big and not too small so I indulged him the best I could, making the most girly moans I could make and with the most passionate voice I could muster. I really leaned into it trying to make the scenario believable for the guy thinking he was fucking a woman. ???: damnit, her pussy is sucking me in! I ain’t never felt nothin like this before… I smiled to myself. You bet your ass you haven’t bud, my hole is better then any pussy you could find. I was becoming drunk on the feeling of this perverted act of deception. It was really hot knowing a bunch of men wanted to fuck me, but now I wasn’t in the shed and a bunch of men were fucking me but they didn’t know I was a guy! It was such a nasty thing to do and yet lionel was in the corner of the room stroking and watching, he occasionally rubbed his balls and thought of filling me again after his company had all came and gone. ???: fuck here it comes… take it bitch! With a roar the man on top of me came hard, I could feel the jets of his hot load spurting into my already cum-filled asshole, he must have been one of those guys who really cums a lot because I managed to feel every shot of his load even after all the fucking I went through. This guy, like the others just climbed off, but he thanked lionel before leaving and didn’t say a word more to me. I almost asked him if I could get up to pee because I felt like I might have to after all the fucking but I heard a familiar voice pop up, even though at the time I couldn’t place who it was. ???: hey, this the broad? Lionel: yeah, few guys already dumped in the slut. Hope that’s not an issue for ya. ???: no no… it’s fine. I haven’t had sex in months and you know how it is right? The wife just don’t put out anymore… Lionel and the other guy shared a laugh, and his voice sounded SO familiar yet for some reason I couldn’t place who it was. I felt the man mount me, and he slapped his dick on both my ass cheeks before spreading them and nuzzling his tip into the crack of my ass before asking: ???: hey is this bitch into anal? It looks like her hole is full of cum… Lionel stepped forward immediately, I heard his footsteps thump over to the bed rather quickly. The door was shut a moment later, probably for less lightning in the room to make it even darker, but then lionel spoke up: Lionel: uh yeah… she didn’t want to worry about getting pregnant so it’s just this hole for tonight. Good to go though. I could feel the hesitation hanging in the air. Nobody spoke for a moment, I could feel the hard cut cock nestled in my ass crack throbbing gently. ???: what’s her name? Lionel: J, you know the fuckin drill, no names. Either you fuck the whore and leave or just take off and ill use her until someone else is interested, don’t make it weird. We done this before. J? Who the fuck is J? ???: ahhh… just wanted to know who the lil freak was. I might hit her up sometime again when im in town. The wife never does anal… and this shit is fuckin hot… sorry I asked. He didn’t even address me as he spoke, like I wasn’t even there. So lionel did this all the time with others? And this man has done it with him before as well? Sharing someone that they wanted to fuck and breed? My head started to spin a little from the realization that lionel was dad’s friend, they hung out together, and that familiar voice… My thoughts were broken when the cock pushed into my hole, I gasped a bit at the intrusion, I tightened up a bit just from being nervous at what was about to happen, but no matter what I was in far too deep now. I had to try and keep this secret up and fake it til this was over. The cock fucking me was huge, not as big as Lionel but it was BIG. It also had an upward curve which meant each time he fucked into me, his cock was rubbing up against my most sensitive areas in my hole, and it made me moan just a little at each hump and I heard a hearty laugh come from behind me. ???: she really likes it. Fuck any other day I’d try and make this last but the missus will be looking for me any minute… hnnggg! Almost as if he could control when he came, he pushed in deep and I felt the dick inside me LURCH and then begin spewing cum inside my hole, it started squirting deeper and deeper into my colon, mixing with the many loads that were deposited into my back passage already. Lionel: pent up were ya? ???: hahh… hardly the words for it my man. Thanks again. He leaned down and slapped me on the ass making me yelp. ???: heh, thanks to you too beautiful. Maybe ill see ya around. The names jamie. He left and then I heard lionel get up and close the door, he came to sit on the bed beside me Lionel: do you know who that was? I looked up at him, pulling my head from beneath the covers of the bedsheets, and now seeing we were both alone, I relaxed a little but was still shaking a bit now Me: that was… my dad? Lionel: yes it was. And do you know who else came in here? He began to explain in detail who each man were, and who they were married to. Every man who fucked me tonight was married to a woman. Even the guy who seen my ass at the bar and knew that I was a guy, he still fucked my asshole when lionel gave him the green light to do so and then he setup the room to let whoever wanted some ass come take full advantage of my vulnerable hole. I was dripping with cum and I felt absolutely stuffed with jizz, I didn’t know if I could take anymore loads in my ass. But lionel made sure I did. He locked the room door and fucked me 3 more times that night, leaving me sloppy and full of his cum. I didn’t get all his jizz out of my ass until the next day and by then I had my parents calling me, asking me where I was… telling them I was still at the bar would be one thing but it would be another to face my father after what I knew about him. He didn’t know any of this about me though, so I figured I just had to save face, and maybe keep my distance from my old man for a while until I got my own place… When the car pulled up to come pick me up that day to take me back to Harold’s place, only my dad was in the car. I hoped in and said nothing to him, and for a moment he said nothing either. Then he turned to me and asked me how my night went. Why i was still there and I didn’t text or call him or mom last night. They were worried and upset. The rest of the drive was mostly uneventful, but when we rounded the turn to the road Harold and Vivian lived on, he looked at me and without blinking asked me: Jamie: So, how do you know Lionel anyway?

Chapter 17 “I´m glad you´re so honest with us, Jakey! Now, let me give you a reward for that…” he said with a satisfied voice while going over to a bag beside the sofa, digging in his hand and pulling out several items. He threw them on the sofa in front of me: White socks stating “cumdump” at the top, a black and white jock with just a tiny pouch in the front, a black leather harness, black wristbands and a larger band made of leather as well, a black facemask covering everything except the mouth, several toys… My eyes got bigger and bigger with every item (and maybe because I couldn´t breathe around Taron blocking my airflow). When he released his grip on me, I pulled back, wiped my mouth and started to say something like “Wow man, I don’t know, that´s a lot…” – but Jamal cut me off within my first words. “Doesn´t matter that you think now about this, Jakey. We´ll just try, explore and then you can judge afterwards. You said you wanted to have us, satisfy us, do things. This we do now. Understood?” I was a bit dumbfolded, but nodded. “You liked the rest that we did last time, right? So go along. Put on the stuff, you have three minutes! Oh and…” he pulled a needless syringe from underneath the table “before, you´ll take this, so ass up!” I did as I was told. That part I really didn´t want to resist. Jamal pushed the syringe inside of me and quickly got the solution into me. “Keep it in for a moment, let it soak… Get into your system.” I did and slowly, a warmth started to rise, that quickly turned into burning. When I started to wriggle because of it, Jamal ordered me again to get into the gear within three minutes. They both stood and sat there, stroking their dicks, while I Struggled to get into the gear they wanted me to. When I landed at the bigger leather band, which I wasn´t sure what to do with, so I asked. Jamal just grinned at me. “Looks like you won´t make it within the time, hm?” I looked at him. I was taken aback for a second, but then I got it. And it made my cock strain in my cage. “Well… I guess not then.” Jamal stepped towards me. “You couldn’t do it. That means punishment. You know that, right?” I just nodded. “Good.” He took the leather strap out of my hand and put it around my neck, fastening it there. “Ohhhhh….” “Yeah Jakey, we make sure you look properly like the sub slut you are all around, right?” He grinned, then proceeded to put the hood over my head. I had never been in one of those and it felt weird at first. A padded thing at eye level made sure I saw nothing, but the mouth was cut out. Jamal immediately grabbed me and led me towards somewhere. The heat in my ass had dissipated and had left a tingling behind. A tingling, that lent a spring to my step and that wanted to be scratched. So while I was led through a guys house I barely knew, fitted into leather gear, blindfolded and in a cage, I was so horny and carefree about it, I could barely understand myself. Before I could think further, I was put onto the bed, with a body already under me. I was taken aback at first, but then recognized Taron´s body. And his cock knocking at my ass. “Don´t worry, it´s just me who is gonna open your hole and deposit my load there… Nothing that hasn´t happened before.” Oh right, condoms! Shit I needed… But before I could voice any concerns, hands gripped my head and a cock was pushed between my open lips quite roughly. I needed to adjust my throat and that gave Taron time to pierce my hole. I struggled for a second around their dicks, but then… Fuck, everything just gave way to pleasure flooding my brain and body and I couldn’t hold onto my thoughts. They fucked me thoroughly, switching places. And then, when Taron withdrew from my mouth and I thought they´d switch again – they didn´t. Instead, a hand held poppers under my nose. “Three deep breaths, slut!” he commanded. I did as I was told, of course. The poppers hit me hard and I sank onto Jamal´s chest, who gripped me hard and held me close. I loved the warmth of his body, his sweat and muscles against my skin…. And then Taron´s cock pressed against my hole, too. I was too astonished for a seconds to really realize what was happening. They didn´t really think I could fit both of them, could they? Well, they could. And as my protests were cut short by Jamal´s tongue assaulting my mouth, my chemmed up hole gave way to a second giant dick, forcing its way into me.

I also find it hot Sometimes I go around cruising places and pick up there some condoms full of cum. I even licked the cum from them a few times.

When Dillon got back he realized that he had responses from everyone but they were in his spam folder. He quickly responded to them and tried to make sure he got them all answered before his Girl got home. Glory Hole Guy - Boy that was a good start but I think you can do better. I am gonna give you another shot, be back at the bathroom at 4 PM and not a minute earlier and got to your stall and wait. Got it? Dillon responded - Yes, I will be there. I know I can do better. Dillon responded to the Hung Straight guy who was packing 9" and said Dillon must eat his ass, lick and suck his balls and deep throat his dick. (Dillon had never eaten a guys ass but he was so horny for sucking dick he thought WTF I will give it a shot). Dillon - Expert cock sucker who wants to suck and service your big dick, lick and suck your balls and eat your ass. I can not host but can travel and need to service you in the worst way. (Dillon could not believe he was typing those words) Dillon shot off an email to the BBC. Dillon needed to know what black cum taste like, he had watched plenty huge black guys shoot huge loads up a pussy in porn and he had to see if they taste different. Dillon - I love your BBC, cock sucker at your service and ready to suck and swallow your big dick, edge you and make you build up a huge load for me to swallow. Finally shot one of the to Hung Married guy who wanted him Blindfolded, he originally thought that was out of the question but it was not much different then sucking that guy off at the GH that he had not seen. Dillon - Hey guy, I def want to suck that big dick and swallow your load for you. I can not host since I have a GF and it seems you can not either. Know anyplace we can go so I can give you the relief you need? Dillon had just finished when his girl got home and came bay and kissed him. He had just shut down both email accounts and started working on a project for work as she came up to the computer. She kissed him and said she was gonna take a shower and he should order the food. Can you get Chinese tonight, Dillon hated that shit but thought it was the least he could do since he felt guilty sucking off two guys today. He ordered and they delivered and had a nice dinner. His and him watched some TV and after an two shows his Girl said she was gonna call her mom and sister and would be in the bedroom. Dillon said, I am gonna work on my project and try to get a head start on it. Text me when you are ready for bed. She kissed him and headed off the bedroom. Dillon rushed to the computer to see what responses he got if any. This time he was checking both his regular and spam folder and there were messages. Bingo he thought. First one was from the hot guy who wanted this ass eaten. Boy, you need to come to this address at 7 AM in the morning. Make sure you are ready to serve and you can access your email on your phone, I will be able to see you when you come to 3456 Turo street and stand by the fire hydrant. I will send you my address when I see you are ready to be a cock sucking whore standing on the street like a hustler. (fuck Dillon thought, this guy is hot) Dillon - I will be there, I will be wearing a Red Shirt and blue jeans. Hot guy must have been on because he responded saying Do not fucking take your dick out, if I see your dick I will beat the shit out of you. Got it. Dillon - I will not, I understand. See you at 7 AM. Dillon was not rock hard and ready to suck that guys dick. There was a response from the black guy. He wrote fucking love white whores who need BBC. You do need my BBC don't you whore. When are you free to come to the west side of town and be my wet mouth to fuck? (Dillon was not sure when his Girl was going to be working again late so he waited to respond) The hot white guy who wanted Dillon to eat his ass must have sent the other email as an after thought. Make sure you are wearing a jock, although your dick can not ever be exposed if you are not an expert cock sucker I may need to eat your hole and pretend it is a hot chicks pussy. I have the feeling you may not be the cock sucker you think you are. Dillon - I will wear it but I promise you will not need to eat my ass to get off. ( Dillon thought about it and wondered what that would feel like) The hot guy responded, good to know you think so but you will need to let me be the judge of that, Just get here at 7, my wife leaves at 6:30 each day, I will shower and be ready for you cock whore. Dillon - I am so ready, I will be there. With that Dillon shut down his laptop and headed off to bed, he was really horned up and fucked his girlfriend and french kissed her with the same mouth that had been on two men's cocks that very same day. He came hard inside his women and they held each other while he kept thinking about his hot guy he would soon be sucking off. Ready to have his mouth on that big dick. Dillon dozed off just after setting the alarm for 6 AM and when he woke he showered and grabbed his red shirt, jeans, loafers and grabbed the Jock and slipped it on and got dressed. He leaned down and kissed his girl and said he had to get to the office early and bolted out the door. He drove across town to Turo street and parked and walked to the corner fire hydrant and looked at his watch and it was 6:55 and he kept looking at his phone checking and rechecking his phone. Finally an email came in and it read 4578 Turo, come to the back door and let yourself in, there is a sock on the door so you will know you are at the right door. Dillon went walking and got to the door and opened it and stepped in and it was really dark He could not see anything, he hard the voice. Whore, drop your pants and loose the shoes. Dillon hesitated and the guy slapped his head and said, boy you need to listen to me or leave right now. Dillon started to unfasten his belt while he kicked off his shoes and then unbuckled his jeans and unzipped them and pushed them down and stepped out of them. Fucking whore that took way too long, Dillon felt two hands on his shoulders and he was told to walk. He took ten big steps and then the voice said stop. He felt his right arm being pulled to his back and then his left and they were zip tied and then the guy grabbed his shoulders and turned him to the right and his body was pushed forward and his chest fell on some cushion. He tried to figure it out, it was not sofa since it was much higher but that is what it felt like. Then he felt his ass being touched and he could feel this guys breath on his hole and slowly his ass checks were pulled apart and then wet. Oh fuck he thought, that feels so amazing. Dillon began to moan. The guy kept licking and sucking that little hole and then stopped. He pushed Dillon's legs apart and then sent back to eating his hole. The guy stopped and pulled Dillon, disappointed he thought he was going to be able to finally suck this guys cock but to his surprise the guy slid a ball gag into his mouth and fasted it and he again turned him and made him walk five more feet to a bathroom, a dimmer switch was put on and he could see the shower, toilet and sink. The guy lubed up his finger and slide it in Dillon and Dillon protested through the gall gag. Then a metal cold object slid in and the water was turned on and Dillon felt full. More full and then the metal was slowly pulled out and the guy said hold it there boy. Dillon did but after five minutes he had to let the water out. He Dillon shot all the liquid and shit into the shower and the guy slide the metal up his hole and did it again and Dillon held it and shot out all the water this time. The guy whipped his ass off and hole and turned him again and walked him back to the same spot and bend him over and began to really eat his hole and tongue fuck it. Dillon moaned and then that fucking lubed finger was slid in and he was finger fucked and then two. Dillon was really getting pissed, fucking hell he thought I am not gay. He was trying to figure out a way to get out of this hell when the guy stood up and rubbed his big dick on Dillon's hole and Dillon thought no fucking way he is gonna fuck me not in this life. The guy slide a bottle under his nose and he said inhale while the guy held the other side and he made him do that four times each side and as the guy put the cap back on it he slowly pressed his dick against that virgin hole and he could hear Dillon scream and wrestle to get off the bench but the guy was too big and strong and slowly that huge dick broke though and sank into Dillon all nine inches of it. The guy whispered in Dillon's ear "boy, you have one slut pussy on you." He began to slow fuck Dillon and with as tight as Dillon's virgin ass was he only lasted ten minutes before he shot his load in the boy. The guy slowly pulled out and said, boy are you ready to suck my dick now? Dillon swore and told him to fuck off but none of it was audible. Boy, I asked you a question. He pulled him up and held the back of his head and said shake your head once if you want me to fuck you again right now and cum in your ass or do you want to suck my dick? Dillon was confused but his masculine rapist who had just taken his ass without permission said, boy if you shake your head no to the next question I will fuck that ass again and cum in it right now. Do you want to suck my dick now., Dillon did not hesitate and shook his head yes. Dillon thought if he would just suck this guys dick he would be able to get out of here and never do anything like it again. The guy with the huge dick said good boy, now I am going to unfasten your ball gag. If you scream I am going to give you a liver punch and do some real damage you hear. Shake your head if you understand and Dillon shook his head yes. The guy unfastened the ball gag and then told Dillon to get on his hands and knees and he pulled a chair out and sat on it right in front of Dillon. Then he grabbed his head and lowered it down and told Dillon to open his mouth and Dillon felt that cummy dick on his tongue. Dillon started to suck and lick that big dick and swallow his own ass juices and all that mans cum and soon the guy dick was clean and Dillon was sucking hard and as deep as he could and the guy pressed his head down and Dillon was force to throat the guy. Fuck Dillon thought this guy is gonna kill me I can not fucking breath. The guy let Dillon up and Dillon coughed and tried to inhale. The guy put the poppers up to his nose and made him breath in again and soon Dillon was high as fuck. He got really close to his ear and he said boy, you see now why I had to fuck you. You lied and said you were an expert cock sucker, you will be coming for weeks before you can gain that title. Now get the fuck back down on my big dick. He grabbed Dillon and slide his cock deep down Dillon's throat and slowly fucked him as Dillon tired to breath. Each time Dillon was able to keep that dick down his throat longer and after eight deep throats and a break in between to do poppers and breath the guy pulled him off and told Dillon the lick his balls and eat his hair ass. Dillon worked his balls and sucked on them and worked his way down to his hairy hole and licked and ate as the guy spread and lifted his legs letting Dillon get in deep and the guy encouraged him. Fuck that is it boy, finally found something you are a natural at. It totally centered Dillon and made him eat and tongue like crazy and after ten minutes the guy said okay boy. You got me worked up and now I need you to show me what you have learned, if you can without my help fuck your throat with my dick I will let you blow me till I cum and leave. If not I will take your ass again. Do you understand, Dillon agreed and said he understood. Dillon opened his mouth and took a big breath and then sucked his way down but could not get the last two inches even when he used his neck muscles to press down and after five minutes he had to come up for air. While he was catching his breath the ball gag went back in and it was strapped on and he thought fuck, here we go again. The guy pushed him forward and fingered his hole, one finger all the way in and then two and finally three and twisted them around and finally pressed his cock up against the hole and told Dillon to push back. Dillon just stayed right in place and then a hard smack on his ass. The guy left a red mark and then another slap and he said boy until you fuck yourself on my dick I am gonna beat your ass. Dillon pressed back and although the pain was intense he finally got the dick to slide into him and he slowly fucked himself on the dick taking a little more each time and soon he was starting to like it. Dillon thought, fuck how could he like a dick in his ass. He knew he was not gay and loved pussy. The guy grabbed the ball gag and loosened it and and let it fall out of Dillon's mouth. His rapist grabbed his hips and fucked him hard and soon he was panting while Dillon was moaning and making whimpering sounds and a minute before the guy shot, Dillon came in his jock. The guy fucked away and said boy you have a fag pussy on your, you just came. Your hole tightened right up and you are gonna make be blow my second load in you. The guy shoved his dick in deep and came hard. The guy slowly pulled out and told Dillon to stand. He did and the guy walked him back to his cloths and told him he needed to be back at 7 Am on Friday that is the next day she is heading to work early. I have a copy of your license so know where you live and will come to your place if you are not here and share what you have been doing with your girlfriend. Understand pussy boy? You need practice until you learn how to suck dick like a true whore. Then he grabbed a knife and cut the zip tie and told him to get dressed and leave the way he came in. The guy seemed to have disappeared. It was still dark but he go this jeans on but put his shirt inside out and had not noticed till he got to the car and took it off and turned it inside out and drove to work.

Justin headed off to the bookstore and just as he was about to open the door this 6'6 tall white ginger all muscled and his dick was still hard as Justin zoned in on his package and his fat meat was outlined. He thought fuck, wish I had been here ten minutes earlier. The guy walked to his car and go in it and speed off. Justin went inside, got change at the counter and heading back to the booths. It was empty except for a young college guy in the back. That much have been who serviced that big dick massive ginger dick. Lucky fuck Justin thought as he dipped in a booth. The booth next to him opened and closed and soon he saw a finger tracing the hole. Before the last few days his dick would have been hard for some young guy who wanted to blow him but all he wanted now was to service dick and lots of it. Justin put his finger up to the hole and traced it and soon the kid stuck his dick through. Nice seven inch dick, uncut. Justin started to suck his dick and fished his balls through, lifted his dick and licked and sucked the kids balls. He then sucked and nibbled the foreskin and the kid was moaning, he sucked and went down on him and after ten minutes the kid was about to shoot and he tried to pull his dick back but Justin held him in place and sucked and licked that edged dick till the boy shot his load in Justin's mouth. It was huge and tasted amazing! Young college cock, so good. Justin nursed his dick and cleaned him up till the boy went soft and he let go. The kid whispered thanks through the hole and left. Justin sat there licking his lips and then he heard the door to the right open and close. The guy unbuckled his belt and pulled out a curved dick had to be nine inches,he watched as the guy watched gay porn and jacked his dick. Just rubbed his dick and balls as he watched the guy. He was so ready to taste the guys dick and then he froze, fuck that looks like that hot poz 23 year old from BBRT. He tried to see the guys body and face but he could not. Justin struggled with the idea of getting up but couldn't move. If that is him maybe I can just suck his dick, it looks so beautiful, then the guy turned and backed up to the wall, it was not him. Justin was relieved and rubbed his finger over the hole and the guy walked toward him and slide his rock hard dick through the hole. Justin sucked on the guys head and held his thick dick and slowly started to inch his way down the guys cock licking and sucking on the guys dick until it was all the way to the base and then let up and did it again. He sucked and licked that big dick and then pulled off and nursed the guys head. The guys started to pull his dick out and Justin went deed again and he let him swallow his cock and then he pulled it from Justin's mouth. Justin put his tongue out to show the guy he wanted this dick again and while he was doing that the guy turned around and spread his hole ass and hole and pressed his hairy hole back on Justin's tongue. Justin licked and probed the hot guys hole and put his fingers on either side to pull it apart so he could tongue deeper and the guy moaned. The guy pulled off and shoved his leaking dick back in. Justin opened wide and swallow the entire dick and started to suck it. then pulled up and went back down again and the guy pulled out of the hole and got on his knees and whispered to Justin "show me your hole." Just got up and pressed his ass back and the guy spit three times on his hole and then fingers two of them entered him. The guy pulled out and spit on his hole again and then shoved two fingers deep her and then he hard the guy spit three more time but it was not on his hole and then that big curved dick pressed against Justin's boy pussy and started to push in. Justin looked forward and then to the left and he saw a bottom of poppers someone had left and he quickly grabbed them and started inhaling. The guy was rough, he would pull almost all the way out and shove it back in getting deeper each time and the curve beating up his insides. The guy got deep once Justin had inhaled enough and after another two minutes he shot his load in Justin. Left his dick in Justin and then slowly pulled out after his dick started to soften. He slid two fingers back in the Justin and fingered his hole and then a third. Justin kept inhaling the poppers and the guy pressed his fingers all the way in. Then he pulled them out and put them back in after a min and a noise like the guy had dropped a tin lid and then he felt that familiar sharpness and then his hole started to get warm and tingly. The fingers worked their way in and out and soon Justin was moaning and pressing back hard on the guys fingers and then the guy pulled out and slide his big dick up Justin's ass and slow fucked him. slowly all the way in and then out til Justin's hole close and then pressing right back in slowly. Justin began to shake on the others side. His dick was so tingly and his balls felt so tight. This guy made just feel like his hole was the most amazing fuck tunnel. Justin heard the door open in the other booth and soon the longest black dick slide through. Had to be 11 inches, Justin stretched and got the head in his mouth and sucked on the guys cock. He could only take three inches but he loved how dark and smooth it was. He was leaking cum and it tasted amazing, Justin's legs kept shaking, he was rubbing his cock after taking it out of his jock, he felt like his legs were going to fall out from under him they were shaking and week so he pressed both hands against the opposite wall which allowed him to take another inch of the black gods cock. The guy on the other side of the wall never changed his pace and soon Justin felt his little dick leak cum all over the floor. It felt amazing. The guy slow fucked him for another two to three minutes and shot a huge load in the boy. He said, that a good fucking cunt! You deserve every drop of my load! Justin did not think much of it as the guy continued to slowly pump his ass and he sucked the big black cock. Soon the guy pulled out and said fucking whore back up on the BBC. I text my buddy to come over and try that hot hole of yours. He is huge but you can take it boy, I am gonna watch your face as you back up onto his big dirty cock. Justin turned around and lined up that big dick at his hole and pressed back and the guy watched as Justin started to show pain as the dick was rearranging his intestines. The guy smiled and said you better hold onto the wall over her he fucks hard, Justin followed his direction and the the nice guy put poppers under Justin's nose and Justin inhaled ten times before the the bbc started to move around inside him. Justin's pain increased and the guy told Justin that he was gonna come over, wait 30 second and open the door. Here me boy, Justin said yes Sir. The guy got up and he was standing right at the booth door when Justin reached up and unlocked it and he let himself in. Justin looked up and this really nice looking man smiled at him and said you look amazing like that boy. The guy rubbed Justin's head and got on the otherside of him and now was blocking the video, He rubbed his chest and told Justin what a good boy he was letting this big black cock cum in his hot little while hole. The guy pinched Justin's nipple and twisted it and Justin yelped. The door to the next booth opened and a minute later another huge black dick slide through. This one was thicker than the one in his ass. Open up baby boy, both that pussy and your mouth. Justin opened his mouth and swallowed that huge cock head and the white guy beat his fist on the wall, the black guy knew that this meant everyone was was in place and that cunt was now going to get railed hard. The bbc started to pull out a little and slam back in and Justin tried to pull of the BBC and pull his ass away from the wall at the same time but the nice white guy held him in place saying, boy its rude to tease these bbc's like that. Relax that hole and let my buddy deep inside you. He held Justin in place and the guy was railing his boy ass and Justin would yelp and moan and try to suck that big cock. The guy bent down so he was right in Justin's ear, Open that boy pussy, give him your pretty white ass while you suck that dirty black dick. You are such a beautiful young cum whore! Five minutes later the bbc in his ass shoved deep and beat on the way. The guy in his ear said, boy you just took that Black guys dirty dick and load. You get hotter the longer I am with you. The bbc in him pulled out and the white guy pulled him up and kissed him and then turned him around and spread his ass and backed Justin up against that bbc. Justin said I can't its too big. He kissed Justin again and grabbed the bbc with one hand and spread Justin's left check with the other and once in place he grabbed both Justin's hips and pressed him back until the head popped inside Justin and he yelped and moaned and said no please. The guy whispered in his ear, boy you want this more than you even know! My buddy drove in three hours today for your ass. You are going to open that cunt up for him and give him that sweet hot ass for his dirty man dick.

I'd prefer loose. It implies the bottom takes a lot of dick and being a slut is a super turn on for me.

It's almost too easy. I had a guy tell me 'not without a rubber', so I slid in raw anyways and told him to call the cops on me...lol. 'I'm sure your wife would like to read that report'. Needless to say, he didn't say much else and left with my load in his ass.

I've RSVP'd for this party a few times in the last few months, but always chickened out. Now, I've been exclusively raw for a few years now, but have been careful about those guys with whom I've played, as I kept stressing about taking poz loads. But recently I've just decided that if I'm going to be the pig barebacker that I know I am, I'll just have to get over my phobia of it, embrace it and PIG OUT. Thanks to a pup bud of mine, who is now poz and proud (into whom I pumped a couple good loads a few weeks ago), I've come out of my fear of it. In fact my pup bud and I are going to hook up at IML next weekend and he is going to pump his toxic puppy load into my hole. But back to the Cumunion party. I sucked up the nerve, cleaned out my hole, injected a little j-lube into my hole to moisten it up and hit the road for the 30 minute drive to Fort Lauderdale. I got there and checked my clothes, and, wearing only my harness, yellow neoprene "Nasty Pig" jock and boots, I walked into the pool area. Within five minutes I was on my knees sucking a hung dude. After sucking him for a few minutes I turned around and bent over presenting my ass to him. He pulled my cheeks apart, spit on my hole, and in he went. It was a little uncomfortable at first since it'd been about a month or longer since I was penetrated, but I took one for the team as he fucked me for about five minutes. A group of guys started to gather around, but after a few minutes he withdrew, commenting it it took him a while to work up a load. No sooner had he pulled out when I saw a hot Latino dude standing there stroking his cock through a cock jock. I reached over and started stroking him and he started tweaking my nipples as I played with his smooth uncut cock. It was not real thick, but had good length to it, so I dropped and sucked him hard. When he was hard I assumed the same position I had presented to the first guy but getting to my feet, turning around, and offering him my ass. He slid into my already spit-lubed and loosened hole, but as with the previous dude, he slid out after five or so minutes and stepped back into the darkness. Before, however, I could look up another groaning top dude rammed his throbbing cock into my hole. I'm not even sure what he looked like, as I said, I didn't have time to stand up, but before I knew it he let out a "FUCK YEAH!!!" as his cock throbbed in side my hole. It was my first load at the party, and it was a nice one at that. When he pulled out I could even feel a little trickle of cum and ass juices sliding out of my hole. This went on for a good hour, going from cock to cock and back around again. Many guys fucked me three or four times over the course of the hour. While getting fucked by one guy I saw some hot beefy dude with a biohazard tattoo on his shoulder. I watched him nailing this one dude and I dropped to suck on the bottom's cock. I guess the top saw my yellow jock on and he pulled his cock out of the dude's ass as he had already started pissing all over my head and ass of the bottom. Without hesitation I opened wide and drank right from the tap. Fuckin' great! Finally I guess the tops had been edged enough.. one after another I went back to the guys who had been taking turns on me... two loads, three loads... and finally back to the first guy. He pulled me into a small room that had a cum-soaked bed in it. Pushing me face down, he climbed on top and rammed mercilessly into my ass. I could feel him growing thicker and harder into my burning hole from all the cock, but he just kept pounding away, to the point, in fact, that part of me was thinking I should call it quits as my ass was growing quite sore, but before I could make-up my mind he exclaimed "I'm cumming!" So of course I pushed my ass up on his shaft and he deposited every drop deep inside me. I stood up.. ass oozing with who knows how much toxic cum. I slid into my jeans, grabbed a bottle of water and walked to the car to drive back home, my ass oozing. Wow. Now I can't wait to be bred at IML!!! Bring it on, pup!

Chapter 3. I felt like I needed a break after being used so hard in the whirlpool. I ran my fingers over my cummy used asshole, now leaking POZ cum. My towel was somewhere by the hot tub, and was totally soaked. I left it on a rack and headed to the steam room. I walked through a glass door with a row of shower heads and a frosted glass door beyond. I rinsed myself off as a well-hung tall lean guy came out of the steam room. He was wearing a yellow bracelet too. He smiled at me, pointed to acknowledge my bracelet and stood under the shower head next to me. He rinsed off his body paying particular attention to his long thin uncut cock, now growing as he held it in his hands and smiled at me. I didn’t mean to lead him on, but I did pay attention to the creamy jizz leaking out of my hole and down my thighs. It must have looked like I was advertising as I spread my cheeks apart. I didn’t exactly rinse all of those POZ loads out of me, but I didn’t want a puddle of seed to drip out of me in the steam room. I thought that might be asking for trouble. I walked into the steam room and the skinny guy followed me. He sat across from me and slowly started jerking off. I reciprocated, with one hand on my cock, and another toying with my puffy asshole, spreading my legs wide to show off, I guess. So much for asking for trouble… He got up and sat down next to me. He scooted closer. He grabbed my dick and worked my precum around my cock head. I moaned. He reached down and toyed with my cummy hole, grinning. He brought my hand to his ass and gasped as I fingered him. He seemed like he had been freshly bred too. He squatted over me, facing away from me, and lowered down onto my cock without speaking a word. I had already cum three times but I knew his loose wet hole would get me off again. He pulled off of my cock and took it into his mouth, gobbling up the load or loads now clinging to my cock and licked. When his face was good and cummy, he kissed me hard, forcing some of the cum from his ass into my mouth. That got me so horny that I started to blow my load just as he lowered himself back onto my cock, my forth of the afternoon. He pulled off of me, swiping my seed onto his dick and sat down beside me. I knew I wanted him to fuck me and I climbed up onto his cocks. Lubed with four fresh loads, his cock plopped right into me. It was the thinnest dick I’d taken that day, but by far the longest. I rode him until my knees started tiring and he flipped me around so I was sitting on his lap, impaled on his cock. He laid back and I lay back on top of him. Just then, the door to the steam room opened and I heard a deep voice chuckle. It was the top who had bred me in the locker room. He said something to the guy inside me and he said something that sounded like approval. The top ground up against my balls and forced his hard cock into me alongside the thin dick already there. I groaned as they stretched me out. I wouldn’t have been able to take two cocks at once if the one of them hadn’t been so thin, but it was still as wide open as I’d ever been. The guy underneath me held still while the other guy pounded me senseless. I knew at least one of the cocks in me was POZ and that got me hard again. My dick flopped all over, drooling precum as he hammered away. His thrusts came faster and harder until he blasted off inside me and slipped out. He stood there jerking off as the guy below rocked his hips until he too came. They helped me up and the three of us showered together. They both spent time working their fingers in and out of my loose hole. The first guy bent the one with the thin dick over and ate my load, and countless others out of his ass. I left them there as the first top started getting hard again. I had lost track of the time and didn’t want to miss my dinner meeting. I walked, dripping wet, back to the locker room and found a fresh towel there. I dried off, and could still feel myself oozing cum out of my hole. That was five POZ loads plus the last one that I didn’t ask about. I got dressed, but just in the hallway between the locker room and the exit, I could feel all of that cum squelching around and dripping out. I got a little stiff thinking about sitting through my dinner meetings leaking fresh POZ cum. As I passed through behind the attendant, I saw a note written in three languages, French, English, and Dutch. I could only read the English, and it said something like this: BAREBACK DAY AT THE BATHS - ALL NON-MEMBER BOTTOMS WANTING CUM WILL BE WEARING A BRACELET. - GUYS TAKING POZ LOADS WILL HAVE YELLOW. - GUYS TAKING NEG LOADS ONLY WILL HAVE BLUE. Wow. I hadn’t seen a single guy there with a blue bracelet. That last guy who bred me was either NEG taking all loads or already POZ. Fuuuuck. I let that sink in, and those loads seep out, as I walked back to the hotel. I made it back to see my colleagues in the lobby, including my two straight co-workers who had played in the sauna at last year’s conference. They were talking to the boss of a company we wanted to make a deal with, and who should it be but bald burly top who had bred me not an hour earlier. He looked sexy even with clothes on. Woof! To be continued… _____ If you guys like this story, or others of mine, don't hesitate to let me know. Your feedback makes me hard. ;-)