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Me, my bro, and few of our fuck buds got invited to an orgy....we arrived and was met by the host...nice guy and we could see from the foyer that the action had started in the living room...we all said to each other, as we left a tip in the donate jar and started to get undress, that we could tell it was gonna be a good night of fucking,ff, and sucking... .until the host and answered the door and loudly said to the guys at the door, " Nope...you two are fat and ugly, and certainly do not meet my standards!" I saw the guys...yeah, not drop dead gorgeous models or bodybuilders but, decent guys...I immediately starting putting my clothes back on, as the host slammed the door on them! Told my bro and my buds that we are outta here! The host came up to me as I was pulling my t shirt back over my head and started to rub my bare butt! I jerked away immediately and said loudly "don't even think about it!" He said what? I told him that he was an asshole because of the way he reacted to the guys and the door! I said even if they didn't meet his type..they could have been somebody else's type and handled that totally devoid of kindness and respect! I quickly pulled up my shorts and put on flip flops, as the host got defensive and said my party and my rules! As we walked out, my Bro responded and said, Dude your party and your rules don't meet our fucking standards! I gave him a wicked smirk and our fuck buds flipped him off...he just stood at the door with slack jaw and dejected look...I turned around and said, " Dude, our world is judged by homophobic assholes and we don't need our own throwing stone at our fellow brothers....empathy is a fucking hot turn on! We proceeded to stop at a local gay bar to grab some beers and ran into the couple that the asshole had rejected...We immediately said to them that we told the host off and left his orgy... One of the guys actually broke down crying saying that he had lost weight and really worked hard on his self esteem this past year and this orgy was gonna be a stepping stone for him with his new found confidence and reentry back into, his words, a cruel world of mean gays... my bro hugged him hard and I told him that regardless of what happened tonight and that no matter how he looked he would always be a better man then that asshole at the door... ...we all sat for awhile and drank our beers and chatted..eventually getting him and his boyfriend laughing... after we all started feeling a buzz...I said "well guys, let's head back to my place and fuck!" So we had our own orgy with a new friends the center of attention!... As I was fucking my new friend, he whispered in my ear that that a guy like me with a firm ass was fucking him was only a fantasy to the version of him a few years ago....I told him the truth and whispered back that I've been with all types of guys and I can honestly say I probably fucked your earlier version too..cause I've learned that that the ones that might not be the same type as me or my typical type are usally really fun good fucks! I then kissed him said it's the soul that counts ....if it's good and then guy with soul may be a really great fuck but, if that soul is bad, like the asshole at the door...it ain't gonna happen! As we all ate breakfast that morning, our new friends said that they are so happy that they met us and felt good! My Bro said that they are now part of our pack and we all exchanged numbers... I kissed my new friend goodbye and as they proceeded out the door..a good gym friend of mine, who is hot as hell, was coming up the stairs to my door and started to laugh and said "I know what type of party I sadly missed seeing all these studs leaving "justaholeff's" apartment ! He then proceeded to slap my new friend on the ass and said,"next time? " I introduced them and said, in particular, my new friend, here, is beautiful inside and out and knows how to have a great fuck! We all laughed and I winked at my new friend, that was blushing from the flirting from my friend of a gym greek gods body and my compliment...He responded as they went down the stairs with very confident "fucking right!"

Apologies for the delay everyone. My travel is done and I've been able to make the time to finish part 3. I have one more chapter I want to write to conclude this story after this. +++ Part 3 We waited another day to make sure this is what Joey wanted. I did not want him blaming me for this. Sure I had been manipulating him towards this the whole time, but he was independent enough that I knew if he felt like this was his decision and I hadn’t pressured him into it, that he would internalize it as his independent decision. So the following day, we made a video of him standing in the bathroom with his bottle of PrEP. Joey looked into the camera, “Hey all you hot poz daddies. My name is Joey and I am a cumdump. For awhile now I’ve been taking loads and relying on PrEP to keep me from getting infected. Well, I’m finally ready to embrace my destiny.” He opened the bottle and poured the contents into the toilet then flushed it. He turned back to the camera, “This is my choice and I am now canceling my online prescription.” He pulled out his phone, which was preloaded to the cancellation page of online PrEP service. He pressed the cancel button, then put a finger over his identifying information and turned the phone back to the camera. I moved in for a close up and showed the confirmation that the prescription had been canceled. I panned back out as Joey lowered his phone. He smiled at the camera, “So which of you hot daddies wants to breed me with their toxic cum and get me pregnant with your viral babies.” I stopped the recording. “Perfect. Fuck that was so hot,” I said. Joey saw that I was hard and my cock was tenting out my sweatpants. Without saying anything he dropped to his knees, lowered my sweatpants, and started sucking my cock. I was so turned on that I came quickly, which was rare for me, especially from just a blowjob. I took the video and logged into BBRTS and sent it to the guys that had said they would take med holidays in order to give Joey a toxic load if he ever stopped PrEP. Several backed up but quite a few promised they would stop their meds and to give them a few weeks. I also hit Ray up and let him know that Joey had stopped his PrEP and sent him the video as well. He pinged me right back and said he had actually stopped after his first hook up with Joey and the poz roleplay scene we had arranged. We scheduled an all day session for ten days out, figuring that would be enough time for the PrEP that was in Joey’s system still to clear itself. We didn’t really have many hookups that week as most of the guys we were really interested in wanted to wait until they had a higher viral load or for Joey’s PrEP had worn off. So we entertained ourselves by watching bareback cum dump porn, unfortunately there isn’t enough of it that is focused on vocal conversion dirty talk, so we did it ourselves. I’d fuck his ass with a dildo while we watched a muscle jock like him getting fucked raw as I said how hot it would be for him to be taking raw loads like that from poz tops and getting toxic load after toxic load. Fortunately we had enough guys claiming to be poz tops to host a gangbang on the Saturday after Joey’s PrEP would be worn off. We had five guys lined up that wanted to help convert my little muscle stud. Ray was one of the five. He was scheduled to be the first top to breed Joey’s unprotected boy cunt. I had loosened Joey’s hole up by roughly fucking it with one of our dildos and my fingers. I hadn’t trimmed my nails and while I wasn’t intentionally cutting him, I was not gentle. I wanted his hole to be juicy and receptive not bloody as Joey had a thing about blood. Joey was tied up in the sling waiting for Ray when he arrived. Ray quickly stripped down after entering the room. It didn’t take him long to get hard as he soaked up the sight of my young muscle jock stud of a husband tied up, his ass exposed, waiting to get his vulnerable hole flooded with toxic cum. He didn’t say anything as he slowly jacked his cock. I spoke up, “Joey, this is going to be your first known poz fuck now that you’ve stopped your PrEP. You need to let this man know, you are ready, that you want, I want to hear you beg this man for poz cum, beg him to bred your neg cunt and poz you.” Joey glanced at me and then at Ray, who he had never seen before even though the man had been one of the catalysts for Joey accepting that he wanted to be a bug chaser. “Please Sir, fuck my neg ass and give me your toxic load. I want you to poz me and make me pregnant with your viral babies,” he begged as he looked at Ray’s now hard cock. Ray grunted, not yet wanting to give Joey the chance to recognize him. He stepped forward and sunk his poz cock to the hilt in Joey’s ass in one hard thrust. Joey gasped at the rough intrusion. He quickly started moaning though as Ray started pumping in and out of Joey’s vulnerable asshole. “Yes, oh yes, please Sir, harder, give it to me, infect me, ruin me, give me your virus Sir,” begged Joey as Ray fucked him. I was harder than I could ever remember. It was finally happening, this safe sex only closeted jock muscle stud I had courted was now begging for a poz top’s seed as he was getting fucked raw by someone he that as far as he knew he had never met before. “Yeah Joey, you look so hot right now,” I said, “I love having a fucking no loads refused husband that is begging for a toxic load, I love you so much.” Ray could no longer stay silent, “Fuck yeah Boy, I knew when I fucked you before that you couldn’t stay on PrEP forever after you begged for my toxic load last time.” Joey’s eyes went wide when recognized the voice and the admission that Ray had been the top that helped him accept that he preferred poz loads over unknown cum. “Fuck me Sir, thank you for trying to me poz me last time. I can’t wait to take your virus into me now that I’m off PrEP. Breed me! Give me your load!,” he yelled as Ray was slamming into him. All of this was too much for Ray as he gave a grunt and then pulled Joey’s hips back against him as he started to breed my boy. “Fuck here it comes slut, going to infect you, knock you up with my poz babies, charge you and and change you forever,” he said as made small thrusts as his balls twitched and his cock pulsed, injecting his poison cum into Joey’s muscular ass. Joey was just chanting “Yes, Yes, Yes,” as he took the charged load. Untouched and unannounced neg cum started shooting out of Joey’s hard cock as he was bred. I was close to cumming but I stopped playing with my cock as I didn’t want to cum yet, we had several more tops scheduled to visit today and I wanted to edge through the day so I would still be hard and ready to fuck my Boy’s poz cum filled hole at the end. Ray left his cock buried in Joey’s ass, keeping the cum pushed deep. He reached down and scooped up Joey’s cum with hand and brought it to the boy’s mouth. “Here boy, taste one of your last neg loads. After today you are going to infect and no longer shooting blanks. Your cum will be toxic and you’ll feel the virus calling you to spread it to others.” After they had both recovered from their orgasms, Ray pulled out and I rushed over with a butt plug to keep Ray’s cum inside Joey’s ass. I thanked Ray and escorted him to the living room. I had already arranged for him to be the first and last high-viral load breeder to fuck Joey today. So he was going to hang and recover as the other guys used my husband. I did get on my knees and suck his poz cum, lube, and Joey’s ass juices off his cock. We were interrupted by a knock on the door as the next guy arrived for Joey’s conversion pump and dump. I opened the door and gave a nod, “Follow me, the little muscle stud chaser is tied up in sling in our playroom.” The guy whose name I didn’t know, just his online handle of ‘ToxicGifter123’ followed me. He didn’t bother stripping, but instead just unzipped his pants and pulled his thick cock out of his pants and approached Joey’s head. “Going to rape your throat first before I give you my gift,” he said as he grabbed Joey’s head and turned it so he could thrust his cock into Joey’s mouth. He skull fucked Joey for a few minutes, his precum being thrust forcefully into Joey’s throat as Joey gagged and almost vomited from the rough throat fucking. “Yeah, you’re just a stupid faggot whose purpose in life is to be used by real men,” he growled. Eventually he was ready to fuck and breed Joey, so he pulled out and moved into position. He pulled out the butt plug and held it out to me, “Here Daddy, clean your Boy’s plug as I fuck that load into him and add my own ever more toxic cum to this bitch’s cunt.” I sucked Ray’s cum off the plug as I watched captivated as probably the thickest cock that Joey had ever taken pushed into his ass. Joey whined, “It’s too thick.” “Shut up you worthless cumdump, you will take it and you will thank me for bothering to impregnate you with my HIV babies,” said the man as he reached out and slapped Joey across the face. “Yes Sir, sorry Sir,” responded Joey. My boy had come a long way and it was clear he was fully embracing his role as a bug chasing cumdump. For all his talk, ToxicGifter123 did not last as long as Ray, although he certainly gave my boy a hard dicking. As he got close he made Joey beg for his load, to beg to infect him, which Joey did with enthusiasm. Joey’s cock had regained its hardness during the rough fuck, but he wasn’t ready to cum again. ToxicGifter123 shouted out as he came, “Take that toxic load bitch, feel my cum penetrate you and knock you up.” As with Ray, Joey was happily shout out “Yes, Yes Sir, gift me,” as he took the anonymous man’s high viral load cum. Again after he came and pulled out, I shoved the plug back into Joey’s sloppy cunt. It went in much easier this time as the man’s thick cock had Joey’s asshole gaping. I made sure to use the plug to scoop and shove the cum that was leaking out back into his abused hole. I showed the man out then returned to the playroom and untied Joey, letting him stretch and readjust. I brought him a bottle of water as well. “How you doing baby?” I asked. “I’m doing good,” he replied. I sensed a bit of sheepishness on his part though. I reached down and ran my hand through his sweaty hair and down his wet face, then gently gripped his chin. “You are so fucking sexy. Seeing you be a horny little cum dump slut begging for loads is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I love you so much,” I said then leaned down and kissed him. I pressed my tongue into his mouth and ravaged him, dominating the kiss. When I broke the kiss he looked up at me and smiled, “Thank you Daddy, I’ve the luckiest Boy in the world to have you.” My cock was hard and I almost abandoned the plan and fucked him right then and there but our moment was interrupted by a knock on the door. I quickly started re-securing Joey to the sling as I yelled out, “Ray, can you let the next guy in while I tie Joey back up?” “Sure,” yelled Ray from the living room. A moment later Ray, still naked and semi-hard, led the next breeder into the playroom. He pointed to Joey and said, “Here you go, give this slut what he needs,” to the man next to him. This guy and the next were more of the same. They were very verbal and threw some hard fucks into my boy. It seemed that this conversion party was bringing out the verbal top pig in all the men. After the fourth man left I asked Ray if he was ready to give Joey another load. “Sure, your boy needs one more load,” he said as we walked into the playroom. Joey seemed to be laying there in a state of bliss as he four toxic loads trapped in his ass by the plug. Ray and went over and ran our hands over Joey. His naked muscular body was covered in sweat and lube. I pulled out the plug and licked in clean. I expected Ray, who was hard again, to fuck Joey, but instead Ray grabbed my cock and gave it a few strokes. “I want see you fuck your Boy’s sloppy toxic hole,” he said as he pulled my cock towards Joey’s dripping hole. I was so turned on that I couldn’t say no. I sank my cock into the toxic cum filled tunnel of my husband’s ass. I started slowly thrusting in and out, as I stood between Joey’s legs which were on either side of me in the sling’s stirrups. “Oh fuck Joey, your cum filled cunt feels so good on my cock,” I moaned. I heard some noise behind me but didn’t pay it any attention until I felt Ray pressing up behind me. His arms reached around from behind me and he grabbed Joey’s thighs. I was trapped between Ray and Joey. I could feel Ray’s cock which was lubed up sliding up and down my crack as I fucked Joey. “I think its only fair that Daddy here take at least one toxic load today. What do you think Joey, you want to see your Daddy here get my gift, just like you did?” Joey looked up at me. I’m sure he saw the mix of desire and fear in my eyes. “Yes, I want to see you infect my Daddy as he gives me one of his last negative loads,” said Joey, smiling at me. I had stopped fucking as they talked. I don’t know if it was because I wanted to stop, or if I was just unknowingly giving Ray the opportunity to line his cock up, but I soon felt Ray’s cock pushing into my ass and spreading my asshole open as it gave into his raw HIV positive cock. It had been awhile since I had been fucked, so it was not a pleasant experience as he initially penetrated me. My own cock got soft. Once he was fully buried in my ass, Ray stopped and let me get used his cock. I looked down and saw Joey smiling up and me with a look of absolute love and joy. His cock was hard. I smiled at him and reached down and stroked his cock. “I’d never ask you to do anything I wouldn’t do myself my love,” I said. As the pain of the initial penetration passed, my cock started to get hard again and I was able to reinsert it into Joey. I resumed fucking the four toxic loads into my husband, but my thrusts were causing Ray’s cock to slide in and out of my own ass. Having edged all day, it didn’t take me long until I blasted Joey’s ass with my own negative load. Once I had cum, Ray took over and started pounding my ass hard, pushing me into Joey. I bent forward and started kissing Joey as Ray ravaged my ass. “Okay Daddy, you know what you need to do, just like your Boy,” growled Ray into my ear. “Please Sir, give me that toxic load, bred my ass, knock me up, gift me Sir,” I begged. “Fuck yeah, welcome to club bitch,” he said as grabbed my hips and pulled me back against him as he started shooting his cum into my ass, breeding me with high viral load cum. We took a few minutes to recover then Ray got dressed again and I showed him to the door. I returned to the playroom and untied Joey. As soon as he was free he went over to the table and grabbed the butt plug. Without saying a word I turned around and presented him my ass. He slide the plug in then we hugged and made out for what seemed like an hour as I probed his abused sloppy ass with my fingers. Eventually we went upstairs to the bed room and lay cuddling on the bed as we basked in the afterglow of the hottest sex either of us had ever experienced. Later that evening, I held his head and stared into his eyes and said, “You know, we can go get PEP tomorrow if you are having any regrets.” “I know, but I’d rather we get up tomorrow morning and drive into the City to see how many random loads I can take from strangers at the bathhouse,” said Joey smiling at me. “That sounds much better baby,” I said.

Thank you again for your nice comments and patience. We went back to making dinner. I bent down and licked the precum I had leaked on the floor which was more than I thought. We finally sat down and ate dinner. It was difficult sitting with the plug up my ass. "You will get used to the feel of the plug in your pussy" he said smiling "It feels a bit uncomfortable and its right against my prostate" I said. My cock was also hard and leaking. He looked over and grabbed my cock and gave it a few tugs. I moaned and pushed towards his hand. Then he wiped my cock of all the precum and stuck it in my fingers and I licked it clean. We ate dinner and talked about work and maybe taking a vacation together after I get knocked up. I started to get used to the plug while sitting down but it did keep me aroused. Also walking aroused also started to feel good to me. We finished eating dinner and I cleaned the kitchen while Rick went to go relax on the couch and watch TV. When I was done I joined him on the couch and we watched TV. I moved around a bit to find a comfortable position with the plug in me. Sitting a little on my side helped. It had been a long day and as we were watching TV I fell asleep. I started to feel wet on my leg and then woke up. Rick was playing with the butt plug teasing my hole and my cock was leaking a lot of precum. Without saying a word, he pulled down my shorts and pulled out the plug and rammed his hard cock into me. I yelled as his thrust was hard and his cock had no lube. Once it got in I still had his cum in my hole. "Fuck your pussy is so wet boy and tight. Its squeezing my cock pulling me in. Its hungry for Daddy's cock isn't it baby" he said I moaned as he started to fuck me and hit me in those right spots. "Yes Daddy my pussy is hungry for your huge cock and it wants your charged cream" I moaned pushing my ass back on his stick. He started to pound me in that position with me partially on my side. I touched my cock and he hit my hand away. "Don't touch your little cock. Your cunt is all that matters" he said pounding his meat deep into my stomach. He kept fucking me hard. At the angle and what way I was laying I swear I felt him in my stomach. There was no kissing, no touching no making out, this was just him fucking me and impregnating me with his seed. I started to feel that warmth in my hole and started to cum hard. I shot all over the couch and could feel my ass convulse. "Fuck your cunt is squeezing my cock....Ohhhh yeah boy milk it. Drain all my POZ nut honey. Use your cunt for Daddy" he moaned still fucking me. After about another 5 minutes of slow pumping he finally pulled out put in my mouth to clean him up and then he stuck the plug back in my ass. "This always belongs in your pussy, understand" he said "Yes Daddy" I said. I licked up all my cum on the couch. We both brushed out teeth and went to bed. He gave me a kiss and then turned over and was snoring right away. I had more of his cum in me. I was happy.

I’d just got out the shower when I heard a knock at my door. I shouted out that I’d be just a a minute and quickly dried myself off. I took a second while doing so to check myself out in the mirror – call me vain, but I’d been hitting the gym recently and was enjoying the effect on my body. I’d been a bit chubby through my teen years, but now at 21 I was finally pretty happy with what I saw looking back at me from the mirror – a fairly toned physique, dark hair on my chest and legs. A happy side effect of the weight loss was my admittedly average sized cock was even a bit bigger looking – every little helps, y’know? I finished quickly drying and wrapped the towel around my hips as I crossed my flat to the door. I opened the door without checking through the peep hole first – my first mistake of the evening but certainly not my last. Standing on the other side was my landlord , Steven. I managed not to let out the groan I felt like making as I noticed who it was, instead arranging my face into what I hoped was a winning smile. His eyes trailed up my still damp body before he met my eyes and returned my painted on smile with a much more lecherous one of his own. To be honest, the guy gave me the creeps, but I needed to try to keep him sweet because I was 2 weeks overdue on my rent and didn’t get paid till next week. He was a couple inches shorter than me and at least 30 years older, his thinning hair was greasy and dyed an unconvincing shade of black and looked and smelled like he hadn’t showered in a week. He scratched at his belly trough a stained white vest as he continued to leer at me for a moment before he spoke. “Hey, didn’t catch you at a bad time did I?” his face quite clearly expressed that he wasn’t at all concerned about this as he took the opportunity to try and make out my cock through the towel. “Oh, hi, eh, kind of yeah. Could we maybe speak tomorrow?” I tried to take the chance at hopefully ending the conversation as I closed the door. Steven stopped the door from closing with his foot. “Not really, its about the rent. I think I’d better come in so we can have a chat.” He didn’t wait for an answer and pushed in past me, his hand ‘accidentally’ grazing my cock through the towel as he did. He crossed the hall and dropped down onto my sofa, right in the middle with his arms spread out across the back – it was only a two seater so I’d have had to practically squeeze in next to him to sit. I opted instead to sit perched awkwardly on the foot stool, feeling a little exposed there still just wrapped in my towel. “Look, I know I’m a bit behind, but I get paid next week, and I’ll get you…” “You told me the same thing last week,” Steven cut me off, “’Soon’ doesn’t cut it. Rent is due when it’s due. I’m going to need to start looking at evicting you.” My heart sank – the flat was shit, but it was way cheaper than anything else around here and I could still barely afford it. “Shit, no...no wait, lets not be...surely there’s something…” I stammered out. “Weeeellll,” Steven drawled “I might consider waiting another week… if you were to make me happy. You want me happy, don’t you?” “I mean, of course, whatever you need,” I said, nodding. “What I need, is a lap dance. I’m horny as fuck and need to blow off some steam.” “Whoa, what? Listen, I’m not, y’know, obviously it’s cool or whatever, but I’m not gay…” “Did I ask? I don’t care if you’re into it or not, I just want to enjoy that body of yours. And I'm sure you'll have a ...positive experience. But, if you prefer to go down the other route, I suppose you better start packing…” Fuck! I couldn’t lose this place, but just the idea of giving this dirty old man a lap dance was horrifying! What choice did I have though. I was shaking a little as I stood up, was I actually going to do this? I took one step towards the leering man on my couch, I sighed and tried to think of something else as I turned to face the wall. One hand holding the towel about my waist I lowered myself a little and stuck my ass out and gyrated half-heartedly. “Closer,” Steven ordered from behind me. I closed my eyes and bit my lip a little as I obeyed and took a step back towards him. I shuddered a little as I felt his hand rub down my side and over my towel-wrapped ass and tried to just keep dancing. Suddenly he bunched the towel in his fist a and ripped it off me, eliciting a gasp from me. “I didn’t say stop,” Steven growled, “and you need to actually be on my ‘lap’ for it to be a lapdance.” He placed both hands on my hips and pulled me down before I could answer and I half fell on to him. I froze for a moment, but surely this was as bad as it was going to get, right? I’m naked sitting in the lap of some old pervert, and oh my god was that his cock I could feel under me? I felt something poking me through the material of his dirty jogging trousers, right between my arse cheeks. But I needed this place. Give the guy some fun and I’d still have a roof over my head next week. I began to gyrate again, just had to get through it. After a minute or so I began to feel Steven move his hips under mine – apparently he was enjoying my attempt at a lap dance as that was now definitely his cock I could feel hardening beneath me, grinding against me. Jesus christ, how big was it? I was still hating this, but at least I was doing a good job. I put a little more into what I was doing, if I was going though with this I might as well try and make him happy. “Hang on a second,” Steven pushed me up off him briefly, pulled down the waistband of his joggers pulling out his stiffening cock. Before I could even react to this, he put his rough hands on my hips again and pulled me back down to his lap. His massive cock was now wedged between my arse cheeks, I could feel the heat of it against my skin. “That’s better, much more comfortable. Well, keep going, we’re not done yet.” Steven punctuated this order with a stinging slap of my ass. The pain shocked me back into motion, what was even happening? Was I really grinding my ass on his cock? How far was this going to go? Steven’s hands were still firmly grasping my waist and he guided me the way he wanted, sliding up and down his shaft. Now that it was out, I could smell the ripe unwashed smell much more strongly – was that his dick I could smell? The one that was being rubbed hard up against me. The one that, if I wasn’t mistaken was now oozing sticky pre-cum on my crack. Steven’s right hand left my hip and slipped round to my crotch. I gasped as his right hand encircled the base of my cock and my balls at the same time. He was wanking me and at the same time gently squeezing my balls in a way that sent confusing electric shocks of pleasure/pain shooting through my groin and up my spine. I was horrified at how far this had got out of control, but my body betrayed me as my cock stiffened and began to throb. “That’s it boy. Just you let me make you feel good. Knew you’d be a good little bitch for me.” Steven growled in my ear, at this point my head was laid back on his chest as I ground my tight little ass on his monster oozing cock – by now my crack felt slick with his precum as he slid its length and and down it. He was guiding my hips more by the hand tugging at my cock and balls than the one on my hip now, pulling more this way then the other as my hips followed. He began to pull me further and further up until finally I was almost completely off him, my back arched uncomfortably with the only points of contact being my shoulders pressed against his chest and the heat of his cock nestled between my cheeks, it’s slick tip pressed against my tight virgin asshole. He stopped for a moment, hand still but wrapped tight around my balls stopping me from moving. I moaned, partly from discomfort and I hated to admit to myself but a bit of frustration. Steven chuckled gently. “Now just you stay right there.” “Please...please don’t…” I mumbled “Don’t what boy? Seems like you’re having as much fun as me if your cocks anything to go by.” “Please don’t...don’t fuck me…” what was I saying? How had this gone this far? “Don’t worry, I’m just going to make you feel good. Does me good to feel a lad like you enjoying himself on top of me.” As he said this his left hand slid up from my hip to my throat, pulling my head back a little further and making it just a little harder to breathe. His right hand moved from my balls to encircling my now rock hard shaft. I moaned a little as he began to gently stroke me, teasingly going up and down smearing my pre-cum. A little of the tension in my body released, but this relaxation pushed my ass hole further against the oozing cock head at it’s entrance. I tried to lift my ass further away, the movement making me fuck his hand. I had to keep my core muscles tense to stop from sinking down, but the feeling of the expert hand on my cock kept distracting me. My concentration would slip and I would sink down a little, the slick precum lubricating my hole enough that it would sink just a fraction into my tight hole, the burn of the intrusion would wake me up a little and I would buck my hips up away from Steven’s dirty cock. This pattern seemed to repeat forever, each time my hole seemed to sink just a little further onto the cock before my now aching core lifted me up off of it and towards the hand teasing me, keeping my cock just on the edge but not quite over the horizon of orgasm. By this point my legs were trembling with the effort of keeping me up and my breathing was growing ragged and moaning around the pressure of the hand around my throat. Eventually I couldn’t hold the position any longer and my legs gave out – I fell just a bit too far and the entire head of his cock popped through, several inches of it sliding inside me forcefully driven by the weight of my body. My eyes opened wide and I let out a moan at the pain in my hole, I could feel it tear as it tried and failed to accommodate. My moan of pain was answered by one of pleasure from the mouth next to my ear. I tried in vain to lift myself off, but even with the motivation of the burning pain I couldn’t get my legs to obey me enough to do so. “That’s it boy. Just relax and let daddy make you feel good.” His hand kept stroking as he spoke, my cock somehow still hard. I eventually gave up trying to lift up and sank down further onto the shaft impaling me. I felt every inch of him slowly slide into my poor arse, tears falling from my now closed eyes as I gave into the inevitability of what was happening. After a minute my ass met his legs as he finally sank to the hilt. I was now sat fully on his lap, trembling and vision blurred with tears as he still had one hand around my throat and another around my shaft.

Man, I took a great dick yesterday from a buddy I havent seen in six years because he joined the military. Cowboy type....when he came over and mounted me, he said do ya remember me bro...we fucked and then i remembered, wow the military turned this guy into a dynamo stud....he nailed me good and wants to come back for my ass to breed again!

Part 6 I was really turned on by what Jake and I had done and I couldn't help wondering if he would want to take things further. I decided it would be best to leave it up to him to initiate something if he wanted to, and, as it happens, I didn't see that much of him over the next week or so. The followind Saturday morning our hot tub was installed in the garden. It had arrived during the week and we had arranged for a local firm to come and fit it for us. Two guys turned up to fit it - one guy was in his mid to late 40s and the other, younger guy, who was obviously his son, looked to be in his early twenties. They were both quite big guys, the older with short hair and the younger with much longer hair tied back in a ponytail. We let them get on with it and after an hour or so I took them out a cold drink. The older guy was on the phone and the younger lad was bent over the tub. His shorts had slipped down a bit and I had a great view of the top of his pants and his arse crack. I gave him his drink and he smiled in thanks. I asked him how it was going and he said fine. He told me his name was Jack and he was a student at technical college. He worked with his dad at the weekend installing hot tubs. "I spend every weekend installing them and I never get to sit in one!" he said with a grin. His dad was some way away, still talking on the phone and, on impulse, I asked Jack if he would like to come round and try our hot tub. He seemed surprised, but was clearly up for it and we arranged that he would come round the following afternoon. Jack said he was looking forward to it and then, lowering his voice, he said "Don't mention it to my dad, though!" That night we used the tub for the first time and it was amazing. We had always fancied one but never seriously thought we would get one - especially this one which was quite an expensive model. We both really enjoyed sitting in the water, relaxing and having more than a few drinks. We had been fairly sure the tub would not overlooked in any way and sure enough it wasn't. We had both removed our shorts now and Ryan put his arm around me and kissed me. I could feel my cock getting hard and I reached down and felt Ryan's - which was also fully hard. We kissed for a bit longer and then Ryan sat on the edge of the tub, his cock sticking up between his legs as I went down on him. I sucked him for a little while and then we changed places and soon I was the one getting sucked. At one corner of the tub there was a little concrete shelf and after a while Ryan got up and bent over the shelf. His arse was at the perfect height and I pulled his cheeks apart and began to lick his hole. A few minutes later I pushed my hard cock up him and fucked him right there in the garden, shooting a big load right into him. Having a hot tub was going to be fun! The following afternoon, Jack came round, looking rather shy but quite excited. I wasn't really sure about Jack - I had definitely got what I thought was a bit of a vibe from him during our brief conversation, but you can't always tell. He was quite shy at first but after a couple of drinks he was more relaxed and started asking about the two of us - how long we had been together and how we met. We told him and then I asked him if he had a girlfriend or a boyfriend and he shook his head. Ryan asked him which he would prefer to have and he rather shyly confessed he would like to have a boyfriend. After another drink, I decided to make a move and asked Jack if he was up for some fun. "What kind of fun?" he asked and, in answer I stood up in front of Ryan and pulled my shorts down. Ryan took hold of my cock and began to suck it. "This kind of fun!" I said, looking at Jack. He didn't move for a moment, then he stood up and pulled his shorts down, moving in closer to me. He had quite a nice cock and soon it was in Ryan's mouth as he took turns sucking first me and then Jack. After a while, Ryan bent over the shelf, his arse in the air and looking over his shoulder asked "Who wants to go first?" I looked at Jack, but he nodded at me and I stepped up behind Ryan. He groaned as I pushed my now lubed cock right up him and began to fuck him. Jack had moved in even closer and was wanking as he watched me fuck Ryan. I fucked Ryan for a bit longer and then pulled out and motioned to Jack to take my place. He hesitated for a moment and I pulled his cock toward's Ryan's arse and guided it into his hole. Jack sighed and began to fuck, slowly at first and then faster as he got into his rhythm. I love watching Ryan getting fucked - especially as I know he loves it so much. Jack fucked Ryan for a little longer and then he began to groan and pushed his cock right up Ryan, obviously shooting his load right up him. Jack was breathing heavily as he pulled out of Ryan's arse and sat back down. "That was awesome!" he said with a grin as I fetched us all another drink. After a while I asked Jack if he was up for some more fun and he nodded and motioned to me to stand in front of him. My cock was hard and Jack took it into his mouth and sucked me for a while as Ryan watched. I asked if Jack wanted to take a turn over the shelf and he nodded. A short time later, he was bent over, his fit, meaty arse in the air. Ryan lubed him up and I pushed my cock against his hole. He was very tight but I managed to push my cock up him slowly but surely. I gave Jack a moment to get used to my cock and then I began to fuck him gently as he gave little moans and played with his cock. After a while I began to fuck him a bit harder but his arse was so tight it was not long before I was dumping my load right up him. When I pulled out, Ryan took my place and after a while he added his load to mine. It was all very horny - especially when a little later, Jack told us he had only ever fooled around with a couple of guys at college and had never fucked or been fucked before. The fact that we had taken Jack's anal virginity (and he had never mentioned condoms) made the whole experience even more horny. A few nights later, I remembered that Ryan had come home from work with a load of cum up his arse and I asked him what he had been up to. Ryan grinned and told me he had been a naughty boy and had been fucked by one of his patients. I knew that Ryan was always careful at work, as he didn't want to risk his job, but he had previously told me that when he was training he was moved around several hospitals to get experience and had worked various different shifts. He had told me that now and again when on night shift, he had discreetly wanked and sucked off a few of his male patients. He told me he hadn't done anything at work since he was married, but a few weeks before, an Irish guy in his mid 20s, Patrick, had been brought in following a road traffic accident when he had come off his motorbike and sustained various injuries, mostly on his right side. he and Ryan had got on well and one night Ryan had been helping to get him ready for bed and Patrick had got a massive hard on. Ryan had asked if there was anything else he could help with and Patrick had indicated his cock. That night Ryan had wanked him off and the following nights he had wanked him for a while and then sucked him off. That particular night, the ward had been short of staff, and Ryan was helping Patrick to shower. One thing had led to another and Ryan had sucked Patrick's cock and then licked his hairy arsehole. Ryan had then bent over the toilet and Patrick had fucked him. Ryan told me Patrick had fucked him hard and had whispered in his ear how horny it was to fuck him bareback "I fuckin;' need this," he whispered as he fucked Ryan even harder "I really fuckin' need this!" A little later he had moaned "Oh fuck!" I'm gonna cum! Gonna fuckin' breed you!" and had pumped a massive load of cum into Ryan, which he had then brought home to me. Ryan told me that Patrick had been quite badly injured at first and his mother, his twin brother and his brother's girlfriend had come over from Ireland. This had not stopped Ryan and Patrick from having some discreet fun and Ryan had now been fucked a few times by Patrick and had also fucked Patrick's hairy arse, as he knelt up on his hospital bed. At the end of the week, Patrick's mother and his brother's girfriend were going back to Ireland and his twin brother was going to stay a bit longer. Ryan said Patrick had let him take a few pictures and asked me if I wanted to see them. I nodded and Ryan showed me a picture of a really handsome guy with dark curly hair and a really nice smile. He flicked on a couple of pictures and showed me one of Patrick's big cock and hairy balls and then one of his hairy arse. "Fuck!" I said Ryan told me that Patrick and his brother were going to stay in a hotel for a few days when Patrick was discharged from hospital and casually mentioned that he had invited them to come round and try the hot tub, adding that Patrick had told him his twin brother sometimes liked to go both ways! My life with Ryan just seemed to keep getting better and better! Life was quite busy - my best friend, Francis, had asked me to be his best man when he married his boyfriend in a couple of months and I was really nervous trying to think of what to say in my speech. Work was quite busy too. I hadn't seen Aaron for a while and assumed he was on holiday, but one of his colleagues told me he had been unwell and had been off work for a couple of weeks. I did have a quick fuck at work when we had some specialist training on cyber security. The guy doing the training was a reallt handsome black guy - probably in his mid 40s, with what looked like a massive packet at the front of his smart trousers. During the session, he mentioned that he was married with three children and was a lay preacher at the weekend. I think he picked up on my obvious interest in him though and after the session he asked me where the toilets were. I offered to show him and we ended up with him bent over the toilet, pants at this ankles as I fucked him and shot my load up him, before we changed places and I got a load up me too. I hadn't seen much of Jake since the two of us wanked off together and I wondered if he was avoiding me. I wouldn't have been surprised if he was, as he was obviously conflicted. However during that week he told me he had finished a major part of his work project and asked if he could come round at the weekend for me to take a look at it. I said yes, no problem and told him Ryan would be at work. Jake came round early on Saturday afternoon and we looked at his project together and exchanged some ideas. It was a hot day and we were both dressed in shorts and a T shirt. After we had finished I asked Jake if he would like to have a few drinks in the garden and to my surprise he shook his head and said "I'd rather stay in here." I was just about to reply when Jake pulled me towards him and kissed me hard. I could feel his hard cock pushing against me as we kissed and I put my hand over it. We kissed for a while and then Jake went down and pulled my shorts and pants down. I was already hard and Jake took hold of my cock and wanked it a couple of times. "Nice!" he said as he took it into his mouth and began to suck me. He sucked me very well and I enjoyed every minute of it. He sucked me for a while longer and then he stood up and pulled me towards him again and kissed me. "Take me upstairs!" he said "I want you to fuck me!" I wanted nothing more than to take Jake upstairs and fuck his fit arse but I knew I couldn't do it without being honest with him. "Wait!" I said, "There's something I have to tell you." "No," he said decisively "You don't. You don't have to tell me anything, I already know." I looked at Jake and he looked straight back at me. "I already know." he said again. "You're HIV positive and you're not on any meds," he said, adding "Aidan told me when we were arranging to take on the house." "Oh," I said, not knowing what to say. "Take me upstairs," said Jake again, "I want you to fuck me." "Are you sure?" Jake nodded and I led him upstairs and into our bedroom. Jake pulled me towards him and soon we were both naked. Jake's cock was hard and I took it into my mouth and began to suck him as he gave a deep sigh. We changed places a couple of times and then Jake knelt up on the bed, his fit arse in the air. I couldn't resist pulling his cheeks apart to expose his hairy arsehole and seconds later my tongue was right up his hole. He moaned as I licked him and he said "Fuck me!" "Are you sure?" I asked again "Yes," he said "Fuck me," adding "No condom, I want it bareback!" I lubed him up and pushed the head of my cock gently against his hole. He moaned as the head of my cock went into his arse and, after giving him a moment to get used to my cock, I pushed the rest of my cock slowly right up his virgin arse. "Oh God!" he moaned "I want this! I really want this!" Jake's arse was the tightest I had ever fucked and it was all I could do to stop myself shooting my load as soon as my cock was right up him. "Fuck me! he whispered "Please fuck me!" I began to fuck him. "You know I'm not wearing a condom!" I said as I fucked him "Yes," he moaned "That's what I want!" I could tell that Jake was getting more and more turned on. "But I might give you HIV!" I said, "Are you sure you want me to fuck you!" "Yes, I do, I really fucking want it!" "I'm getting close," I panted, "Do you want me to cum in you?" "Oh yes," he moaned "Oh fuck yes!" "I'm really close now," I warned. "Do it," he moaned "Just fucking do it! I want it up me, I want it inside me!" A few seconds later I pumped what felt like a massive load of positive cum right into Jake's arse. When I pulled out, Jake took my still hard cock into his mouth and sucked it gently for a while. "Can you go again?" he asked I nodded and Jake pulled me on top of him, spreading his legs and pulling my cock towards his hole. "Fuck me!" he said "Give me another load of cum up my hole!" I pushed up him and fucked him again as we kissed. "Oh God, that's so good," he moaned "Can you cum in me again?" I was fairly sure I could and I began to fuck him harder. "Oh fuck," he moaned. "Do you think I'll still be a good little neg boy after this?" "No," I said "I don't - I think you'll probably be positive like me and Ryan" "Oh fuck!" he moaned. I had never thought Jake would turn out to be a secret chaser, but he shot his load as soon as I began to pump another load into his now wrecked hole. "I hope he knows what he's doing!" I thought as I finished breeding him for the second time.

My top was in rare form today, Its been about a week since our last meet up where its a regular quicky before work, i get a text "you free?" i always reply "yup ill be there in half hour" Weve been hooking up once a week for the last 2 months regularly and its the usual come im, find him on the couch bottomless, i blow him until hes rock hard, he bends me over, pounds away for 10 mins, cums and i leave. Today though was different and I kinda dig it. I get a text, "you free?" I reply "yup" He says "make sure youre good and clean i really need to eat that ass and im horny af" I reply "i got you" Normally i shower, clean out and toy myself so im nice and lubed up for him but today i just did my normal clean out toyed a bit but made sure i was 100% ready to have my hole ate. I drive over and let him know im there. Normal thing, doors unlocked and hes bottomless in his livingroom. I get down and start blowing him and he must be really horny because hes rock hard and leaking tons of delicous pre cum. He gets up and is standing above me grabbing my face and gently face fucking me which is our first new bit and hes hitting the back of my throat with ease and making me gag on his cock. he looks down and says "drool for me" i am... another 5 minutes of this goes by with him pulling out his cock and slapping it on my face (also new) he tells me get my face down. i bend over on the couch and he gets behind me and sticks his warm wet tongue in my ass. he grabs my ass and is just mushing it into his face. im moaning so loud he must be into it because he gets up and instead of mounting me smacks my ass and tells me cmon we are going to the bedroom. Total first here its usually a quick 10 to 15 minute quicky and here we are at least 30 minutes in and ive never seen his bedroom. he opens the door and its pink... oh he has a girlfriend... makes sense now... Hes behind me, kisses the back of my neck and shoves something in my mouth then pushes me face down in the bed. Im assuming its his girlfriends underwear. cant think straight hes back to tongueing me down and fingering my hole. at this point um leaking pre cum and hes jerking me. he wipes my precum on his cock and starts jerking then stops gets up and lines up. he spits on my hole then teases me popping the head in and out. i cant even moan load because his gfs underwear is in my mouth and im just in absolute heaven. all of the sudden he gets one good swipe in and balls deep. I pop my head up in surprise but he pushes it back down and keeps himself deep until my hole opens up for him (hes not small hes about 8 1/2 to 9 and thick with a fantastic mushroom head, my favorite bbc ive ever had. after a few seconds i manage to get her underwear out of my mouth and tell him please fuck me hard. without missing a beat hes pulling out til i feel the base of his flared head about to pop out then back deep again. i shut up and enjoy the thrusting. our normal fucks he usually lasts about 5 minutes and is ready to cum. today not sure again what came over him but he would go hard to soft to long strokes to shallow to pulling out teasing me he was just enjoying himself. At one point he said im going to breed you like the bitch you are flip over. he then grabs his gfs pillow (big pink fluffy one) and puts it under my lower back... he wants me in missionary. i oblige and he pops right in and goes to work. hes holding my ankles spread wide and im just enjoing feeling his balls slap against my ass. im in absolute heaven right now. he says hes getting close and then closes my legs and puts them over his shoulders. hes plowing deep and hard. im moaning and my mouth is open eyes rolling back he spits in my mouth then outo f no where makes out with me. im in awe weve never done anything like this and the second i can think is this happening i feel him stop deep and throb. hes cumming while moaning and tongueing my mouth. ho lee shit. he pulls out and i feel my hole just open and leaking he grabs the back of my head and lifts me up with him. im down to my knees cleaning him off and hes squeezing every last bit of cum into my mouth. i get up and he says hes into a lot more and well be getting together again real soon.

I was blessed with good genetics. My father was German and my mother was Polish. I came out with blond hair, deep blue eyes, round face with a strong jaw, my mothers cheekbones, my Dad's small nose and his tendency to a solid tight build with a minimum of effort, and apparently, the German tendency towards having a big dick, or maybe that's from my mother's side of the family, I don't know. My only regret is I'm not real tall, clocking in at a smidge over 5'8", but it serves me pretty good. And at 140 pounds I have a tight body. Guys seem to dig me, which is great. All throughout high school I kept trying to get with girls and kept getting shot down because I wasn't 'tall, dark, and handsome. It did a number on my self-esteem for a few years until I discovered guys in Grade 11. I was 18, perpetually horny, not getting any, and this guy hit on me at a rave. and I went for it. The sex, as I look back, probably wasn't all that great but for me it was life-changing. I ditched the bitches and made the switch, as some might say. I say I found myself that night. Now I'm making up for lost time and hit a rave just about every weekend. I can always find a hot guy to go home with at the parties. The local rave moves around every weekend and you have to be connected to get the location. I made sure to give the right guys my ass to ensure being connected enough to get the location. The events of this particular weekend would change my life forever. So, anyway I am at this weeks events, it's Saturday night and I'm just having a great time . I'm a little high (not that I do junk or anything, I might drop some E now and then, maybe smoke a joint and always tossed back a few drinks). I spot this cute guy, about my age, kind of short like me. He's got his shirt off and -- damn -- he's got a tight body on him. Real nice. Short hair not a buzz cut and long sideburns. He's got a couple tattoos, one along the inside of his right forearm but I can't see what it is, a small tat over his left nipple and one between his shoulder blades. Trust me, asking a dude about his tattoos is always a good opening line so I went over to him and asked him about his tats. He showed them to me. Pretty hot, I told him. He broke into this wide grin, his dark eyes lit up, and he asked me if I meant the tattoo or him. I said both. He asked me if I wanted to dance and I said sure. We're getting pretty sexy up there, with him gyrating up against me and rubbing his crotch up against my butt and his hands are all over me. We pulled each other in close and kissed hard, and pretty soon his tongue is dueling with mine. He's got me pushed up against this wall with his tongue all the way down my throat and his hand over my jeans massaging my growing cock. He was wearing these white beach pants with a tie waist and I had the tie undone and my hand wrapped around his dick down inside them. Things were heating up between us and a few guys were watching us. This weeks rave was being held in an old warehouse. They had used this warehouse before so I knew the layout. I grabbed his hand, led him back in behind the DJ and down a set of stairs. I had his shirt off and those beach pants sliding down over his ass in no time and I'm pressed up against him, necking. I ditched my shirt and pulled down his beach pants. He kicked off his flip-flops and stepped out of the beach pants so he was totally naked. Fucking hot little stud muffin, too. Damn! I got down on my knees and started sucking his cock as he leaned up against the wall. He starts talking real dirty which got me pretty worked up and I was already worked up. He pulled me to my feet and helped me out of my jeans. Now he was on his knees sucking my cock down in front of me as I braced my hands up against the wall. He sure seemed to love sucking dick, almost as much as me. So there we are, bare-assed naked, in the back stair area as I could feel his legs tremble from the strain of squatting but he didn't stop or get up, he just reached back and braced a hand against the wall behind him and kept right on sucking. He then stood up and leaning forward whispered in my ear that he was going to fuck me. I nodded agreeing that I wanted him to fuck me too. I turned around and leaned forward, bracing my hands up against the way and stuck my ass out. This stud wasted no time in eating my hole. He had me moaning like a bitch in heat that hadn't been fucked in years. He stood up, slapped my ass and rubbed his cock along my ass crack. I was caught up in the heat of the moment it never dawned on me if he put a rubber on. He grabbed my hips and began to slowly slid his raw cock inside my ass. Man oh man, feeling his dick pop through was great. I love getting fucked anyway, big time, but this was such a rush fucking right there in the warehouse where the rave was taking place, basically, down a short set of stairs from the DJ,, and knowing there was a club full of maybe a thousand people just about 10 feet away. I just felt a rush shoot all through me as soon as his cock slid into my ass and I shoved my ass back against him. This hottie knew how to fuck a guy too. He'd fuck into me real slow, teasing me, then pulling out a bit, then ease back in until I was grunting and grinding my ass back, begging for a real fuck from him. I could tell he was loving it. Then he'd pull out completely then pop back in a few times. By then my ass ring was starving for some hard friction. Finally, he grabs my hips and rams into me. Even over the loud music thumping just the stairs people must have heard me yell out Come on, fuck me harder. The dude is fucking the shit out of me by now and I'm totally off in the zone. We must have fucked for a good half hour back there, easy. I shot off up against the wall and he pounded harder and harder into me as he let me know he was seeding my ass (I never processed those words until later). He screamed out as he came, never slowing down he pace. He leaned in and kissed the back of my neck as he told me what a hot ass I had and that he was going to cum again. I was totally caught up in the heat of the moment. I didn't really know he never put a condom on and at that moment I didn't care. All I cared about was that I wanted every inch of his dick in side me . He tightened his grip on my hips as he plowed into my ass. It was at that moment that he leaned in again, kissed the back of my neck and whispered how hot it was to breed me with his poz load. It registered, I had let a total stranger fuck me and breed my ass with poz cum. At first I was terrified at the implications, but as he continued to fuck me like no man had ever before I didn't care. It was done and over with, nothing I can do about it now. And for some strange reason as I thought that my cock got so hard it hurt. I hope he can take a pounding from me some day.

Checked on sniffies the local group sex, and every goddamn one is a bottom taking loads, no kissing, no sucking, no rimming, no playing with others, just a guy in a bed waiting for guys to fuck him and leave. Then I used a fakrGPS to check other cities and it's fukn everywhere. what the hell happened to orgies, you know sex. Man, every year it gets worse and worse.

So friggin hard I could engrave my name in a pane of glass with my dick!

That remind me; When I lived in Chicago and used the apps, there was an old motor-lodge type "no-tell-mo-tel" on the south side of Ridge Ave, just West of Clark St, in the 48th Ward. I think it was the "Heart of Chicago" - dating from before the interstates were even built. There were always listings of bottoms being whored out by their Masters/lovers/boy-frends/whatevers, and we went over there quite regularly to fuck guys. It wasn't all that far, I don't recall it costing anything, and there were usually plenty of guys milling around. And, if the 'whored-out-boy' was <polite cough> "busy", you could fuck any other guy that didn't want to wait their turn either. There always seemed to be more guys in there than the parking lot would suggest - maybe there was a "car-pool" arrangement - idk .... but it was always a lot of fun.

To me, you are doing the very thing you criticize. It seems to me that your "ogre" of choice is those you label "extreme" or part of "outrage culture" and they are your: "anything you dislike." Where i think we differ is, i believe that the trump administration is extreme? Yeah, i am outraged by a lot of what he and some of his cohorts do, say and how they act because i consider him/them to be extreme and i say so. i do not consider it "extreme" to call out their extremism and label it as such. i do not consider it outrageous to be outraged by extremism. Trump has literally said: "i hate democrats." That, coming from any president, is extreme by my estimation. Flipping off an autoworker at a Ford plant, to me, is extreme. Saying "quiet piggy" to a reporter is extreme. Shooting US citizens who are protesting is extreme. To me, the list of extremism from Trump is endless, and i do not want him or most of his administration, representing me or my country. As to the above topic, i read the copy and pasted article title as a question (not rhetorical). i actually had you in mind and was kind of hoping i'd found something more centrist that was posing the question and was discussing both sides, not making an assertion that Trump is building concentration camps, but examining the premiss that some take (i failed lol). An individual response to the term "concentration camp" is not universal. For instance, historian Dr Heather Cox Richardson, gathering from her perspective as a historian, is calling the detention centers "concentration camps." But she is also very careful to follow that up with the explanation that they are not the same as the Nazi extermination camps. She also offers an explanation as to why she believes they are concentration camps. The devil may or may not be in the details, not the label. If you would label her as "extreme," for her opinion, that would come off to me as vilification that you criticize others of indulging in. If you instead state: "that seems extreme to me and this is why i think that...." it would come off very differently to me as a reader. It seems to me that you often state your opinion as though it's truth, or fact. E.g., You labeled the opening article of this thread: "pure extremism." instead of saying: "In my opinion, the opening article of this thread is extremism." i appreciate in your last contribution you have modified "pure" (i don't think any of our opinions are "pure" lol) to "I find it extreme...", which to me is the more centrist approach. Stating or phrasing opinion as though it's obvious truth or fact, as i see it (lol), is one of the elements of extremism. i work hard to qualify that my assertions are my opinions, what "i think" or "to me," or"i believe" or, "as i see it," etc.. i often have to edit myself when i find myself stating something as though it's fact, when in truth, it's how i see or perceive a thing, but i do endeavor to always practice that qualification. i also find common ground with people who may see things opposite of me, when they take the similar stance and present their views as their opinion, not as some universal fact that should be obvious to everyone. There's a part of me that thinks/feels we agree on this, but we may get tangled up in the written word that lacks tone and visual cues? i do not consider it hateful to call out what i see as hate. i do not consider it extreme to be outraged or call out what i see as extreme or hate.

Club New Orleans til it closed. The top floor was the best!

Chapter 18 - The Second Encounter "Not bad, not bad at all." The Bull savoured the taste of his cognac as he watched the screen in the meeting room. "You mean your liquor or my little faggot in there," asked Jerome. "Oh I know that my brandy is good," said the Bull, "no surprises there but with one of these faggy femboi types you never can be sure until they've had their guts painted with Poz seed." "Until they know its too late to turn back." Jerome nodded and took another drink from his own expensive vintage spirit. "Quite the pretty boi isn't he." It was now quite clear that the Bull's attention was on the screen's images rather than a mere drink. "He knows it," confirmed Jordyn's owner, "and he's real proud of it too. Well you know what they say - pride comes before a fall." With that Jerome signalled to the next group. The ten men had been waiting impatiently and lost no time in heading for the door. They had plans for a certain little faggot. *** Jordyn remained splayed over the sofa's back, his fresh pale skin contrasting with the well-used black leather of the furniture. It wasn't an entirely natural position but Jordyn didn't want to move. He felt the after effects of the roughing up that the street men had given him - the slight fatigue and the tenderness in his body - but that wasn't what had his attention and his imagination. He had been fucked! He thought he could still feel the man's hands on his hips, the man's seed in his hole, the man's cock opening him up in an initially uncomfortable but nonetheless wonderful way. He remembered the pain and the fullness but most of all he remembered the moment when the man had cum inside his tight little hole. The most important moment of his life. It wasn't just that it proved to others who he was - it had also proved it to himself. Jordyn Myers didn't have to fantasize about being BoiFagBarbie any more - now Jordyn WAS BoiFagBarbie. If he had any doubts the seed leaking from his hole onto his thighs removed them. It was wonderful - the best moment of his entire, previously unfulfilled and whitebread, life. He wanted to just stay there and luxuriate in the feeling for all eternity. However, this event hadn't been planned and arranged for the benefit of a dreamy little faggot. There were men that needed satisfying and ten more of them were about to come through the door. Men perfectly selected for just what they could bring to the party. Jerome, the boy's owner, was an artist in such things. He had spent years in the sexual underground of the city. The adult book stores, the saunas, the very private clubs and the distinctly public cruising locations. He knew them all and he knew the men who frequented them. He had a talent for selecting men with the right equipment, the right attitudes and the right desires. Status didn't need to be discussed with these men. Most had ink that didn't leave much doubt. All were active in a scene where condoms were as rare as the proverbial honest lawyer. They were all men of experience, men who had been on the scene long enough to be reliable or, at least, reliably unreliable. Most of this group of men, as with the last group, were probably on meds but that didn't matter - their role tonight and their pleasures didn't relate to that. As the door crashed open Jordyn tried to lift himself off the sofa. He managed it but he felt the fatigue in his limbs, the result of all that carefully judged treatment by the first group to use him. He felt a little weird as he stood up - partly dizziness but also maybe something to do with all that cum he had swallowed. He was just regaining his equilibrium when the first two men reached him. A boot hooked round his naked ankle and allied with a rough hand at the base of his neck Jordyn was forced back over the sofa. The flat of a hand dealt him a stunning blow on the back of his head but he still felt fingers at his hole, exploring the evidence of what he had done. The fingers weren't gentle. "Dirty little fag has got himself bred. Looks like that writing on his back is right. Kinda cool that we all qualify." Jordyn remembered what Clyde the tattoo artist had written there - in ink slightly faded but still very legible. 'FRESH BOI PUSSY VIRGIN UNTIL BAREBACK ONLY POZ CUM ONLY.' "I'll put that fucker right," said a man and Jerome felt something on his back. As he heard the laughter and jeers of the men around him he knew what the amendment had been. The second line had been crossed out. He felt a little rush of pleasure and pride. "Can't have a little cumdump like this pretending to be no virgin." The man in front of Jordyn was in his early forties, powerfully built with short dark hair and a beard. "Still he's real pretty for a whore." The man clamped his hand over Jordyn's face covering the femboy's nose and mouth. Jordyn felt the warmth emanating from that hand, the smell of engine oil just apparent on it seemed to merge into the man's essential masculinity. He had no desire to resist, even if there had been a point, but he still needed to breathe. He had to open his mouth wide and try to gain some oxygen but as soon as he did so the man moved his hand. Freeing Jordyn's nose but pushing four fingers into his mouth. Now there was the taste of him - masculine, experienced and dominant. Jordyn knew that he could bite those fingers but the very idea was ridiculous. He was here to serve, to please these men, to be their plaything and their toy. Even as the hand pushed in further, stretching his mouth so that the meaty fist could slide inside. Jordyn felt the man's other hand grasp his hair and hold him in place. The man worked his fist in Jordyn's mouth a little making the femboy gag and groan but all that came out were animalistic noises. There was laughter and the man withdrew his fist leaving the boi gasping and spitting out long strings of drool from his mouth. The bearded man showed Jordyn his hand, wet with saliva, then used it to slap the femboy hard across the face. "Pretty or not - a dumb little faggot whore is all you are ain't it boy." Jordyn felt the burning sting in his cheek, felt the blood rushing to his face in reaction and excitement and shame. "Yes sir - treat me like a worthless little whore." The words ran into themselves in his desperation to express how he felt. "Tongue out," snarled the man before looking at the men around him and the boy. "Ain't no-one fucking this useless boi cunt yet?" Jordyn put his tongue out and felt the man lay his fingers upon it. A moment and then the hand was in his mouth again. Filling him and blocking off his air passages. Making him gag and cough even as he felt the warmth and weight of a body behind him, a cock finding and exploring his hole. The bearded man was holding Jordyn's hair again, keeping his head right where the man wanted it, but now other hands were holding him too. Making sure he was going nowhere. The man behind him pushed but the boy was just a little too tight. Once again the fist came out of Jordyn's mouth and opened its fingers, came down on the boy's face with a sharp slap. Jordyn coughed and gasped and spat out thick drool. The bearded man had collected some of the saliva and spread it on his big hard cock. "Switch," he muttered. "You are giving up that fucking hole faggot and you best relax or this thing will rip you apart." Jordyn knew there would be no little bottle this time. No lube either except for his own drool and that poz load already in his hole. He tried to get himself in the zone, to relax his whole self even in the midst of such stimulation and excitement. 'I was born for this, I was born for this, I was born for this....' The mantra ran through his mind as he felt himself carried down onto the sofa itself and turned over. Hands dragging him to one end so that his head hung down against the leather. More strong hands grasped his thighs and held his legs up and apart. Men were talking but Jordyn couldn't grasp or understand their words. He didn't try to look either - his whole self was invested in relaxing, in giving himself, in repeating those five words. "I was born for this, I was born for this, I was born for this..." He fought the inclination to tense up, kept repeating those words as a foreign body pressed against him and entered him. His second man, his second cock. Again a mixture of pain and stimulation and a feeling of utter fulfilment. He was born for this - born for men to fuck and seed and ruin. The cock inside him was moving now, each insistent thrust opening him up that little bit more. Another big cock appeared in front of his face and tapped at it. Jordyn knew what was required of him and opened his mouth. A hand clamped onto his throat and held him there, his head back against the leather, his mouth open. The cock was thrust into his mouth, repeatedly thrust hard so that it pounded the back of Jordyn's throat. The surrounding men laughed and cheered as the boy's eyes opened wide and his cheeks grew red. His boi pussy was taking a real pounding now but they knew the faggot's attention was on trying to get air despite the cock filling his mouth and the hand clasping his throat. These men knew their business. At the moment the boy seemed about to break the cocks would be withdrawn from his holes and the men would move round. Leaving Jordyn just enough time to gasp in air, his boi cunt just enough time to recover, before the next man took his turn. Time was not an issue, the boy's preferences were not an issue. Each of the men enjoyed his turn in the boy's mouth and each fucked that tight hole. Only after he had made the full circuit, his face covered with his own drool, was the young man dragged off the sofa and put onto his knees with the men around him, their strong hands working their hard cocks. Cocks that now demanded a further sacrifice. Jordyn could only kneel there and look up at them, gaze in admiration at their wonderful hard cocks. His own hand dropped down but touched only the metal of his cage. Once again he understood how wise Jerome and Spice were. This wasn't for his pleasure. Instead he put his hands behind his back, opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. The first of the men reacted, grunting and cumming hard. Strong pulses of hot thick seed across Jordyn's face and tongue. He tasted the rich cum in his mouth but did not need to swallow any, instead letting it slide off his tongue and down onto his body. Feeling its warmth and consistency on his skin he knew it felt good. Two more men moved up closer and shot their loads, heavy streams of cum spurting at the boy from two directions now. Coating his cheeks and tongue with their potent male essence. Jordyn was breathing hard now and felt the need to close his mouth and swallow. He did so and at that moment the next man shot. His load streaked over the femboy's nose and as he moved in reaction the next pulse coated the opening of his nostrils. Now all he could taste and smell was cum. He barely even registered the next man's load landing on his face. The separate streams were meeting each other on his skin now, the men's cum mingling on his body. It seemed to be everywhere on his face and sliding down his young pale body in little streams. The sixth (or was it seventh) man shot his load - its first stream a little weaker than Jordyn was used to. He eased forward to make sure he got it and the second stream pulsed heavier and stronger, the cum just barely missing his right eye. Jordyn closed his eyes as third and fourth pulses of seed coated his nose and eyelids. "No you don't you little fucker." That was the bearded man's voice and now Jordyn felt fingers pull his eyelids up, forcing him to open his eyes and stare up at two men as they wanked their cocks. He knew he should struggle or move but he didn't. He just watched as the first man's body tensed. A moment later the cum hit Jordyn, with unerring accuracy, straight in his left eye. Muthafucker! It stung and hurt bad but Jordyn couldn't close his temporarily blinded eye, strong fingers held it open. He could, for the moment, see only out of his right eye. The other man moved up close, making sure he wouldn't miss, then did the same for Jordyn's remaining eye. The salty sting of pain, cum and tears, his howls of protest and the men's laughter. The fingers finally released his eyelids but blinking only seemed to make it worse at first. Hands grabbed him and pulled him back onto the sofa. He blinked and sobbed desperately until finally he began to see something through the mess. He looked down his body and saw the bearded man. The man moved up close and reached for Jordyn's cage with one hand while with his other he stroked purposefully at his own cock. The humiliation and stimulation of being used by these men had resulted in Jordyn's dicklet straining hard against the unyielding tight restraint of his cage. He wondered if the man would try to release him but should have released that was not on the agenda, would never be on the agenda. Instead the man reached two fingers forward to the junction of Jordyn's balls and his hidden small shaft. The fingers stroked expertly a couple of times and the femboy felt his release. Felt his own cum dribble out of his cage and onto the skin of his firm pale stomach. The bearded man moved forward so that his own hard cock dominated and overshadowed Jordyn's caged clitty. A couple of harder strokes to his cock and the man was cumming too. Heavy pulses of seed that seemed to cover Jordyn's belly, to mix with and overwhelm his own cum. "There you go," the man finally said with a satisfied finality. His fingers mixed the cum on the femboy's skin. "Real men's seed, Poz seed, with that puny weak neg jizz of yours. Mix them together and soon enough its all Poz." He used a hand to scoop up some of the mixed seed, watched by an almost mesmerized Jordyn, then brought his hand up to smear the residue onto the unresisting face of the young femboy. The bearded man brought his other hand up to Jordyn's throat. There was, again, no resistance. The boy knew his place and looked into the man's eyes even as the fingers tightened on his throat, cut off the flow of air. The two men's eyes remained locked together, an undeniable connection being maintained, until finally the younger man's eyes widened a little. The bearded man watched closely as the young faggot lost consciousness, careful to remove his fingers at that precise moment. You had to know what you were doing if you played such games. Mistakes wouldn't be tolerated. There were another thirty men yet to have their fun with this slutty little bitch, *** Jordyn stretched out and felt the delicious languor of deserved fatigue in his young muscles. He felt that he was on a beach, naked, with the sound of a gurgling stream in his ears. No - not one gurgling stream - there were two. At that moment he heard a third stream and felt the warmth of moisture on his body. The stream was on his legs and then his belly, then a separate stream on his face. He hadn't moved so how had the streams come to meet him? His dreaming mind couldn't quite grasp that but now a stronger sense began to break through into his reverie. His sense of smell. Streams should have the fresh scent of water and not stink of... "Oh my God!! Oh no! Please - please stop - no - please no - you can't - please nooo..." He was suddenly awake and gabbling out words as the three men standing above him continued to piss on his body while he lay there in the wet-room. Despite all of his protests and pleadings the men continued until they were done and he never moved out of the way. "You needed cleaning down - take a look." Jordyn recognised the voice and he again felt fingers clamp on his hair and pull him up onto his unsteady feet. He was held in front of a mirror and looked at himself there. It hadn't been long before that he had looked so pretty, so delicious, courtesy of his own natural advantages and Spice's skilful make-up. Now Jordyn looked a total mess. Drying cum all over a face streaked with black where his eye make-up had run. Eyes themselves red and blood-shot. Another part of his face apparently washed clean but showing the start of a bruise from one of the harder slaps he had been given. There were other marks on his body, where fingers had gripped or pinched or slapped his delicate young skin. Most of all, however, there was the smell. He stank of piss - his body, his hair, everything. "Filthy little piss pig cumdump whore - that's what you is. What are you boy?" "I'm a filthy little piss pig cumdump whore sir." The bearded man laughed. "How'd a fine young man like you turn out to be such a worthless piece of shit faggot?" Jordyn knew the camera was recording all of this and knew just what to say. "I don't know - you'd have to ask my parents. They made me who I am." Once again the man laughed before shoving the femboy into the shower and turning on the water. A few minutes rest and recuperation were in order for the little cunt. He wasn't doing at all bad so far but the best was most definitely yet to come. ***

That was a really great story. I am so glad that you did what you did for those guys when they needed it most. Thank you for doing that.

There was a bar in Atlanta nicknamed the Wrinkle Room, where the average patron was 65, and I was the youngest by far at 26. The staff even suspected that I was a hustler, despite my conservative jeans and Henley shirt. I was there with a 60 year old whom I was canoodling with . Then there was my dear late hubs who was 23 years older than me. If I am lucky, I will be pumping my load into a 30 year old when I’m 75, turning him around and sitting on his cock, coaxing out a load from him.

What follows is true. This happened about 3 weeks ago (November 2014). Enjoy. I did. I am 22, 5'7, 120 pounds. I am bisexual, but only in the sense that two or three times a year I find myself craving cock enough to "go through with it." My first hookup was when I was several years earlier. I connected with a 30 year old guy through gay.com. We got together and he ruined me in his car. From that point on it was only a matter of time, I guess. I have long been a member of A4A, and until recently I thought that was the only place to look for dirty minded 40+ top daddies, who are, to be honest, my top interest. I like being treated like a boy slut by men old enough to be my father. I had met a few here and there, enough to learn how to properly shave my entire body, to fast for two days before sex, how to clean myself out perfectly. I even managed to find a 65 year old who lived a few miles from me and became, until recently, a regular fuck buddy, but a few weeks ago, after reading a story on breeding.zone, I decided to give BBRT a try. At first I wasn't sure if I should really put myself out as it seemed as if most of the guys were poz, but then the flood of older men in my area wanting to push their bare cocks into me kept me coming back. One guy in particular caught my attention, and led to the story that follows. Again, I have made no embellishments. This is true. We exchanged messages for a couple weeks. He was 50 whereas I was 22. I'm certain looking back that I must have been a cut of fresh meat on BBRT - skinny smooth twinks who love older tops, bareback sex, anonymous connections, glory holes, groups, and, what I now know caught his attention, stealth role-play. While I am by no means a bugchaser as the word 'stealth' might lead you to believe, I do go absolutely wild when I imagine a total stranger filming me as I take his condom covered cock up up my ass, only to have him take it off and 'force' me down and pump his cum deep in my ass while I beg him not to. My second fantasy is to meet a total stranger who has, without my knowledge, posted an ad online for anonymous tops to come fuck 'his boy'. Finally, I get off on the idea of being filmed doing any and all these things. I told him all this. I didn't know it at the time, but I as I wrote to him I was writing my own story. I had planned the hookup for weeks, even before I met him. I knew what I wanted and I knew I would find it. The only question was 'Who did I think could get me closest to making my fantasies come true?' This guy, however, fit the bill perfectly. He wrote me as if from his first message I was his boy, showing me photographs of another twenty-something year old guy for whom he had arranged a bareback gang bang. He also had a studio-quality video camera and also mentioned a small 'dungeon' in his basement, but it seemed as if he wanted to keep it for a surprise as he didn't provide any photographs. He did, however, show me his perfect seven inch cock. Had he been any bigger I might not have gone through with it as I've been fucked enough times to know that I can't handle much more than a seven inch dick. The rest of the package was equally appealing: he was a leather daddy type, not quite a biker but bald with a goatee, slightly stocky sporting a shaved cock and balls. I get off on that. He offered to host a week in advance, which made it the following Friday, instructing me to show up at 8:00 PM. He also told me to do exactly as he said, and in exchange for which he would "Make your wildest fantasies come true." I remember when he first said those words I made sure to tell him that if he ever did invite total strangers to use me, they would have to use condoms. He could fuck me bare, and I would take his load anywhere he wanted to put it, but I was clear headed at the time and drew a line between fantasy and reality. I don't remember exactly what he said but whatever it was, it worked. Now let me preface this by saying I would never list "party" in a hookup ad because of what I think it implies. There are too many people who are hardcore into things like tina for me to feel comfortable with associating myself with that group. However, on this particular occasion I had procured a healthy amount of molly from a friend, and had every intention of rolling my way through the best raw fucking of my life. I took two points before I got in the shower, and an hour later, as I was finishing up, I started to realize just how much fun I was about to have. I spent some time playing with my hole, making sure I was ready. I probably enema to an unhealthy extent, but it's critical to me that I am as clean on the inside as a human being can be. Finally finished, and pushing those last minute jitters out of my mind, I ate two more points, tucked six more into my sock, and hopped into the car. His house was in the suburbs of Denver, not too far but remote enough that no one would care what went on there. He opened the door and pulled me inside by the back of my neck. He was smoking a cigar. I was trembling uncontrollably. The molly had set in and I knew in a matter of minutes I would be doing some of the dirtiest things imaginable. "Good boy" he said, as he lead me down a dark staircase into a room flooded with red light. What I saw was entirely new to me. I have never been to a bathhouse or sex club, but after spending a night in this man's basement, maybe that isn't true. The room was about 20x20. Carpeted. The first thing that caught my eye was a large camera on a tripod in the corner. I had never seen a camera that large before. In the center of the room was a very nice king size bed. Other than two side tables that I'm sure were only there to hold the lube, condoms, and handcuffs I saw, the room was empty, but felt complete. This place was made for forbidden sex. "Strip," he ordered as he left me in the center of the room, returning to the tripod. I obeyed as he asked "What are you going to do tonight?" "Anything you tell me to." "Anything?" I hesitated for a moment, still unsure of what I had gotten myself into. "Yes." Just as I finished taking off the last of my clothes, he pulled out his phone with a devious looking grin, took a photo of me, and sent what was either a lengthy text message or many short ones. [Master filming his boy take loads in private dungeon NOW] My little boy needs cum from total strangers. Perfect hole. Send face and cock for daddy. PLAY ALONG.

want? sure, everyone's a bottom these days, but.... between depression, anti-depressants, high blood pressure meds, age, tina dick, anxiety, etc: gay crushing is experiencing an ED outbreak no one wants to talk about. then there is the increased de-socialization caused by social media, bars closing, etc that the apps feed into. my first month on the apps i foolishly agreed to top several unseen strangers, only to find out face 2 face that something(s) was/were "off" and there was no way i could deliver on my promises. i then changed all my profiles. i may not be an exclusive bottom, but i play one on the apps. 😜

My step father caught me jerking off once, i was 13, he walked in and we made eye contact then he looked at my dick in my hand and backed out and shut the door, then I started jerking off thinking about him coming on in and locking the door behind him 💧

Steamworks, Chicago.

This is WHAT I WANT. If I’m setting up for a hotel session, I want load after load after load after load. I definitely like sucking so that’s ok (I set up so I can suck the next top hard and / or clean off the unloading dick. But make no mistake, I’m there to take the loads not for felching or rimming them out (until the end). I’m a cumdump setting up cumdump sessions to take loads not for others to take them from me.

I knew there was a reason why I always found you to be a fucking hot stud!. I fucking love your attitude, you're a star.

FYI English is not my native language, so will in advanced apologizes for bad English 🙂 I'm a Norwegian submissive cum slut, and these are my stories Part 1 I'm a Norwegian guy in the early thirties. Basically been a cum dump since I started having sex at the age of 16th. I'm a submissive slut with a "no load refuse motto" While i'm writhing the first part, I'm waiting for a 19 year old BBC.... Right now its 05.30 in the morning in Oslo. I'm high on speed and poppers, my ass is filled with cum and I have a big plug inside. It started a few hours ago. I had a deadline for a project tonight at 22.00, been working with it the whole day. Finished at 20.00. The next few days I'm off from work, so I thought why not have a little bit of fun. I knew I would have to go to the library before it closed to print out, sign and scan the project. It closes at 22.00 and I live 10 min away. So was not in a rush. Went to the shower to make sure my ass was clean for fun. Then I snorted some lines of speed before i left for the library. I was able to do what i was supposed to do long before closing time. When i was there i got a text on grindr. He asked if I was up for a quick fuck. He was 200 meters from the Library and asked if like to be fucked in public restrooms. I told him I would be on HC toilet in 3 min, and he could knock 3 times and I would let him in. ... He came, he knocked, I was standing leaning over the toilet in my jockstrap. He fucked me hard and good for 6-7 min before he filled me with cum. Did never see his face. And i dont care about that. Later i went to one of the parks known for cruising in Oslo. Still a little bit cold in Oslo. was only 7 celsius. But got fucked by two guys there as well. Then i went to one of the local gay bars, meet up with some friends. But at got lucky there as well. Now I'm home. Taken a couple more lines with speed and going to take all the cock and take for the next few hours.

We have a nice orgy group out here in suburban NJ every month or so. A couple of friends (and playmates) of mine run it. They split the logistics -- one pays for the room while the other does the recruiting / messaging. Their events are typically mid 30s through mid 60s, modestly fit to somewhat chubby. They don't usually let in younger guys because experience has found that even though they say they're okay playing with older guys, the younger guys are typically uncomfortable and get clickish with each other. They make for a bad vibe so they aren't allowed in. (Although I suppose if one repeatedly said he very much wanted to play with older men that he could convince the host to give him a try.) The vibe at the event is very hot and very relaxed. The event runs about 3 hours, with about half of the guys departing by the 2 hour mark, and 90% departing by 3 hours. A few of us usually stay a bit longer playing and talking in a more relaxed and intimate fashion. It's definitely some work to throw such an event, especially since the guy who does the messaging goesn't get as much action at the event. He has to enjoy watching and understand that a lot of his playing will come in bursts and later in the evening.

Still very tight 🍑

I'll let you know the next time I'm down in LA, and you can use my 56 year old ass.

I would call it a high sex drive not a bad sex drive. As a gay or bi man it only becomes a problem when you are stuck in an area where it's hard to find guys who like to fuck, since you are in LA it shouldn't be a problem.

I didn’t bring a condom (Chapter 11) I was so deeply jealous of the twink. I couldn’t understand why I was so focused on Dan breeding me, but there was no denying how much his refusal had gripped my thinking. I was jealous of the twink and angry with Dan. Insanely angry, I never wanted to see him again. Then he popped up in the most unlikely place. Mrs. Schnell talked me into signing up for a “Real-estate Agent” course. Her argument made sense. I wouldn’t remain young, cute and fuckable forever. I’d need a career in my back pocket. Besides, if I kept being so reckless taking every Tom, Dick, and Harry’s loads I was bound to get infected and that surely would end my ‘sex work career’. She didn’t trust the experimental medication I was taking. Eight people arrived for the first Monday morning of the class, I was the last in the room. I was very surprised to see Dan and scrambled for the empty seat beside him. So much for my commitment to never see him again. Other than a perfunctory greeting he ignored me until the morning coffee break. He joined a group of four or five of us as we chatted around the complimentary coffee and donut table. After the break we were told to couple up and get to know each other better as forming personal relationships is the basic work of Real-estate agents. Dan frantically looked for a partner other than me, but everyone had already buddied up. As instructed, we turned our chairs to face knee to knee. Dan had worked for twenty years as a baker at a grocery store. He’s started as an after school part-time job. It had been mostly satisfying but he knew he could do more and make more. Thus, this class. When I shared that I’m a sex worker establishing a second career he was both surprised and not at the same time. “Makes sense, I guess. Clearly you love sex. But shouldn’t you be concerned about the STD’s you could be giving to your clients.” He cut right to his sore point with my sexual behaviour. He was definitely surprised when I let him know barebacking was the basis of my ‘selling my ass.’ “All my clients know and pay extra for the risk we are taking.” Our sharing following the questions we’d been given took a more mundane turn and it was soon lunch. To my surprise he invited me to join him at a small café just down the street. Our cute young waiter was very flirty with both of us. Dan clearly enjoyed this and was inspired to flirt with both the waiter and me. When the bill came, he told me he would pay it and encouraged me to ’use the washroom and pay the tip, wink, wink’. When the door closed in the small bathroom the waiter asked if I was going to suck his cock or fuck his ass. His eyes lit up when I said, “you’re going to fuck my ass”, they lit up even more when I told him to put the condom away and that I wanted more than the tip. He was quick and as he dumped his load told me this was the best tip he had ever received. As we left the café, Dan behind me, he asked; “Are you wearing underwear?” “Never!” I laughed. “Unless you want to sell your hungry ass as well as houses you may want to start when you work as an agent.” He cautioned. “Damn! Did I leak? God, I love when that happens.” I laughed again Our instructor a big boned large, framed guy in his mid-sixties must have also noticed. He followed me into a cubicle during the afternoon break depositing a quick ‘pump and dump’ just where I prefer them. As we emerged, we bumped into Dan. “You slut!” he winked as I passed him. Every morning for the next two weeks I received the same greeting from Dan. “Mornin Slut!” He also became more and more flirty with me. By Thursday I invited him back to my place after class. “No fuckin way!” he barked in response. “But you have been flirting with me all week.” I protested. “You are so fuckin beautiful and sexy, I can’t stand being around you.” He confessed. “That doesn’t make any sense.” I countered. “You’d have me fucking bareback in a flash. That’s not happening.” He asserted. I gave up in total frustration. Saturday night I was invited to a friend’s pool party. The invitation made it clear swim wear was not only not needed but would not be accepted. My kind of party. There were 22 naked guys in the pool when I arrived, so it was a while before I came face to face with Dan. I was in total shock. I had no idea how he knew my friend. He pointed to the twink and let me know the twink was the connection. With some careful discretion I cornered the twink and asked about his relationship with Dan. “Oh he’s my current fuck buddy. We’re having a lot of fun.” “But you pulled off his condom and forced him to breed you,” I could barely contain my green devil. “Yeah, that was great, eh? He’s never bothered with a condom in me since.” The twink boasted. “You’re fuckin kidding me.” I lamented “Not in the least. He floods my ass every time!” again boasting. We all knew this naked pool party would develop into an orgy free for all. I was bent over the diving board being spit roasted by a couple of A type gym bunnies when I saw Dan enter the twink bb. This was hard enough to watch when the twink invited one of his friends to take his place. Dan didn’t hesitate to slide into the friend raw. Their fuck lasted a while. Both gym bunnies had bred my ass and I was on to a third when Dan clearly climaxed in the twinks friend. My brain screamed,’ How can he do this to me?!? I know he knows I’m watching.’ By the time I left the party I was quite drunk and hosting 12 loads in my ass. When my Uber arrived, Dan was standing beside me. I offered for us to share the car. He realized just how drunk I was and helped me get into the house, stripped and into bed. I passed out the moment my head hit the pillow. “Good morning slut.” As I emerged into consciousness, I was totally confused. ‘Why is Dan in my bedroom”’ I wondered. Not only was he in my bedroom, he was naked in my bed. “Did we?” I hand signalled fucking. “No, no, I’d never take advantage of a man drunk out of his skull.” Dan laughed. “Fuck, you know I’d have given consent.” My head ached. “But only if I fucked you raw, and we know that’s not going to happen.” “I don’t get it, your breeding the twink, and you bred his friend last night. Why not me?” “You were drunk. Besides you’re a slut. Who knows what’s in that cum soup in your gut right now.” “You’re kidding yourself if you think they’re not just as slutty.” “So is this the welcome you give all the tricks in the morning.” “We didn’t.” I used the hand signal again “You’re not a trick” “So, you don’t want me to fuck you?” he asked. “Well, I didn’t know that was on offer.” I responded. “Well, do you, or don’t you?” he chided “Fuck me? Of course I do.” He was sporting a raging hard on and pulled a condom from his pocket on the floor. “What the fuck man, what’s that for?” I protested. “For fucking your slutty ass, what do you think.” He asserted. “That’s not going in my ass.” “Then you’re not getting fucked this morning.” He stood firm. “Fuuccckkkkk!!!!!!” I lamented. “That’s what I’m offering, but we do it my way or not at all.” He was not angry but firm. I couldn’t resist the overwhelming allure of his sexy naked body and relented. The fuckin condom felt horrible as it snaked into my ass. I had never experienced one before and couldn’t imagine why anyone would put up with them. When I begged him to take it off, he refused and just pounded me all the harder. I had to ask him to stop and re-lube about 6 times. Part of me was delighted to finally have him fucking me, the rest of me was hating him for the condom. How could I manage two conflicting feelings all at the same time? Eventually it was clear he was getting close. “Where do you want my load, I’m close.” “You know I want it in me. Not in that fucking condom. I want you to breed me if you are really asking.” To my utter surprise, he quickly pulled out, ripped off the condom, jammed back in and was convulsing like an epileptic. We were both breathless for a full two minutes. I didn’t think I could be any more surprised until he pulled out and moved his face down to fletch out the load he had planted in me and whatever was left from the orgy! Soon he was up and we were snow balling it back and forth. “What the fuck man, where did you learn that?” I asked when we’d swallowed the load. “The twink and his boyfriend taught me that when they fucked and bred me.” Dan preened with great pride. “You fuckin slut!” I accused. “Well, if I’m falling in love with you, I better catch up!” as he took hold of my face with both hands and pulled me in for a passionate kiss.

I can't wait to use uncle, dad, and grandpa!

I'm having this issue too, the Mare Makers and Gape Keepers definitely do their job. Probably have to follow @MuscledHorse's instructions. Think things got a little straightened out up there too from the depth toys.

As the younger partner: 52 year difference (I was 28, he was 80) As the older partner: 36 year difference (I am 54, he is 18 -- we still play sometimes).

Part III Mikal Damn I was getting brave, attacking my brother like that, taking his monster dick and getting him to blow a load deep in my gut. It hurt like hell at first but as his cock continued to graze my prostate it turned to ultimate pleasure, I had always known I wanted Marcus to be my first cock to enter my ass, I gave my anal virginity to my brother, as it should be. I think he was surprised when I mounted him, but I had him worked up all through the photo shoot I knew he wouldn’t mind. I now had his baby bater in me and as Andy had coached me, I reached into my nightstand and pulled out a modest plug, using the cum trickling down my thigh I lubed it up and slid it in. after we were sure mom had gone off to bed, I moved to cuddle with Marcus I held him from behind and kissed and nibbled his ears and neck. We chatted and discussed our days adventures and what had just happened, I confessed I was hot for jake and he in return said the Andy was going to be his, not that he wanted to trade besties but wanted them as boyfriends or fuck buddies, he smiled at that last thought. It was already past nine and we had big days ahead of us, I didn’t feel like returning to my cum soaked bed, so instead snuggled up to Marc as he laid down offering me his extra pillow, I used his shoulder instead and we soon, fast asleep. I awoke just shortly after five thirty and slid my throbbing meat into a jock strap and threw on some short shorts and headed downstairs to the playroom. I stripped of my shorts and began a series of exercises on the universal machine, about ten minutes into my work out Marc came strolling in, he too had donned shorts to transverse through the house, he began placing 45 lb. weights on each side of the bar over the adjustable bench, then added a 20# weight on as well, he adjusted the bench to just inclined and he offered to spot me as I did a set. I laid down on the bench and took hold of the bar which he helped with my lift, I did 10 reps and set the bar back on the supports. Marc had stepped closer and his cock and ass were just above my face. I leaned up a little and took the head in my mouth, savoring the precum dribbling out, he pulled back and dropped his shorts then stepped back again as his ass sank down on my face, I extended my tongue and licked his hole, it was musty but tasted good, as I worked my tongue into the grove I could feel him loosening up. He moved forward and his cock slid between my lips. I sucked for a few minutes then he pulled out and walked around to my legs and cock, I thought he was going to fuck me again, instead he pulled my cock out of my jock slicked it up and sat down on it, impaling himself on my manhood, he worked my cock up and down shuddering every time I brushed by his prostate, I could relate to the feeling that I experienced just hours before, I began thrusting up into him and soon felt my head slip past his inner ring. I didn’t last long and was soon filling him with my jizz. He sat don on my lap, my tool still impaling him reached between my legs and slowly extracted the butt plug which was embedded in my hole, he slid it out the raised up till just my tip was in his hole then quickly slid the plug in as my cock fell out, loosing little cum. We continued a short workout and then hit the showers in the adjacent room. We walked together back upstairs to our room and got ready for school, packing our books in our backpacks, putting fresh clean clothes in our gym bags. Then headed downstairs to what smelled like a delicious breakfast, after eating we loaded up the Rav4 and head towards school, picking up Jake on the way. We pulled into the parking lot and were greeted by Andy when we parked next to his EV Leaf, Marc hugged then kissed Andy and once free from the backseat of the Rav4 Jake did the same to me. We were still early but decided to go in and mingle with the other early students. Marcus I fell asleep last night snuggling with Mik, but when I awoke e was gone, I pulled on a loose pair of shorts and headed down the two flights into the playroom where I could hear Mik straining on the universal, he made grunting noises when he worked out. I went in and set up the incline bench, throwing weights to total 175# light enough for my plans but heavy enough to make him work for it. I invited him over to do a set then helped him lift the bar. I stepped closer as he did the first couple of reps then again as he did the next, until my ass and balls were over his face, my cock just inches from his lips. He finished his set then looked up and took my drooling cock into his mouth, giving it a nice cleaning, I stepped back for a moment and slid my shorts off then sat on his face, Mik began rimming me and I could feel my ass relax and he dove in deeper , my hole loosened and I pulled back so my cock could fall into his mouth, I sank my cock almost all the way in throat fucking him for a few minutes then I pulled out, took the ti=ube of lube I had concealed in my hand and squirted a generous amount on and in my hole working it with three fingers. I straddled the bench over Mik, facing him and after pulling his jock aside sat on his swollen cock taking the whole thing in one quick movement. I burnt like hell, felt like I had a baseball bat up there, then I began fucking myself on my brother’s cock, pulses of electricity flowing through me every time it hit my P spot. I rode him for a good ten minutes, I wasn’t going to last long and I felt the seed pressing just behind my prostate ready to release, Mik started to thrust upward into me and I lost it blowing my seed all over his abs, chest and even face, I could fill his cock throb inside me filling me with his warm cocktail. I sat down on his lap still impaled and reach under his ass and extracted the butt plug he had worn all night. I slid up his softening pole and in a quick action slipped off his cock and slid the plug quickly into my gaping hole. I leaned down and licked the cum off his chin then kissed him passionately. We did a couple more sets then hit the shower, I was washing my chest and pits when I felt a trickle of liquid hitting me from a different direction that the shower flow, Mik was spraying me with his urine aiming for my ass, I sank down and let his piss hit me all over then sucked in his cock to take his last drops into my mouth, we used to have piss wars when we were younger, but this was different, this was sexual and hot. We finished showering then dried off, wrapping towels around ourselves we ran upstairs to our bedroom. We slipped into our bedroom, and I quickly dressed in linen shorts, and a pale lavender polo shirt, Mik in kakis and a button-down purple shirt, we both wore white socks and adorned our tennis shoes. We headed down to breakfast that we smelled on the way up from the playroom. I grabbed my gym bag and threw in some kaki shorts clean socks and a pull over, Mik did a similar wardrobe in his gym bag, we both collected our books and filled up our backpacks, we dropped our bags by the kitchen door and enjoyed the meal our Mom had prepared then head out to the garage, climbed into the Rav4 and after opening the garage door pulled out and down the drive. We picked up Jake on the way to school, getting there early we parked next to Andy and hugs were exchanged all around, Andy and Mik headed off to the left and Jake and I went to the right, meeting up with Bret and Fred on our way up the front steps, we wandered in the front doors and entered the hallway and proceeded towards the group of team members at the other end of the hall. We chatted for a while, then I excused myself to hit the restroom, I opened the door and the room appeared empty, I entered the stall and was greeted by a pair of ass cheeks pressed against the glory hole, I pulled out my cock and took a quick piss, with my cock still dribbling I slid it into the hole pressed against the wall, there was a slight resistance but the hole felt wet, I pressed in further and realized whoever was on the other side had already been fucked, as my cock began to bottom out there wasn’t as much cream to lube my way. I began thrusting in earnest pushing past his inner ring and making him moan my knees were getting shaky as my climax neared, I made a final thrust pushing my rod deep in his guts and exploded coating his intestine. He pulled off my softening cock then turned around and cleaned off the ass juice and cum from my tool. I pulled out of the hole and stuffed my dick into my shorts, exited the stall, rinsed off my hands, exiting the restroom and rejoining my teammates. The first bell rang and Jake and I headed to our first class. Classes seemed to drag on with mostly lectures and a couple of quizzes. After lunch we attended our chemistry class and I noticed Mr. Phelps was walking a little strange, as he turned to the white board I noticed a small wet mark on his pants, right at his asshole level. After English Literature, Jake and I headed down to the swim complex, greeting Andy and Mik, kissing our respective beaus, walking them out to the pool for their practice. We headed off to the Football locker room, we were early so we stripped off our clothes, putting on our Jock straps and practice shorts, I pulled on a plain white tee and Jake slipped on a tank to, we headed over to the meeting area and coach was chatting with Gabe who looked us up and down and smiled, Gabe’s assistant who happened to be the coaches college freshman son, just a year older than us began equipment prep for the upcoming game. Coach stood quietly counting the guys as they slowly came in. His impatience showed as he began grumbling as time passed. As the last players entered, he cleared his voice “nice of you to join us boys” was all he said before drawing out a couple plays on the whiteboard. He described a few variances on some of our standard plays, paying close attention to his offensive players, then he went over some of the game footage of our cross town rivals from the previous weeks calling out weaknesses in their offence for our defensive plays benefit, by the time we had gotten through the strategy session it was time to suit up. Jake and I headed to our lockers of which our game uniforms were neatly awaiting us on the benches in front. We stripped off our tee and tank top, dropped our shorts and stood in front of each other, I checked out his body and licked my lips, “ wait till after the game, when the real games can begin” I smirked and he returned a quizzical look, I turned away and grabbed my cup from my locker, slipping it into the pouch of my jock. Jaked did similarly, I slipped into my game pants, and donned my shoulder pads, and jersey, Jake helped me, I returned the favor and helped him with his. I slipped into my cleats and laced them up. I slipped my hip pads on and pulled my pants up over them, then laced up my pants securing the laces inside. I looked in the mirror and smiled at how hot I looked. We pounded on each other’s shoulder pads making sure they were secure. We grabbed put helmets, double checking the webbing and replacing the mouthguards. We strode over towards the tunnel, leaning against the wall, waiting for our teammates to arrive. Coach joined us and we walked out of the tunnel onto the field, there were several groups of fans in the stands, my brother and the swimming team included, we began our practice warm up, Jake loosened up his shoulders and legs, I loosened up my lower half and stretched out my hamstrings. We warmed up for about an hour before noticing our rival entering the field to start their warmups. The team retreated through the tunnel into the locker room to rest and prepare for the game. Gabe came in with some instructions for after the game to make collecting the equipment easier so he could enjoy the festivities with the team, Will added a few actions so they both might be able to get their jobs done quickly. Coach came in and gave his go out there and do your best and win this game for the seniors who will not be back next year. The team shuffled back out into the tunnel, coach making sure our order was correct, the roar of the crowd echoing in the tunnel, the band was playing and the game announcer was beginning to make introductions of the opposing team. A few of the names I had heard before and had even hung out with throughout the years. Then came the announcement of “Welcome your home team the amazing cougars” with that the double doors were pulled open, and we ran out of the tunnel passing through a banner and Band members lining the way out to the field. We stood at one end, around the 30-yard line and as the roar subsided the announcer began introducing the graduating seniors one by one, highlighting their academic and athletic achievements. Jake was called first then My turn came up and as I looked out on the crowd I noticed my parents, my brother and the swim team, Ben and Alec and my friends in the stands. The pregame festivities concluded with the national anthem and the flip of the coin, which we won. We began the game by receiving the kickoff and never looked back, we played with intensity and precision, dominating the other team. By half time we were ahead 28 to 0, coach pulled us into a huddle in the locker room and gave his don’t let up speech, they could come back if we don’t look out. We returned to the field kicking off to the rival team, they made a valent effort to match our level of play but only fell behind as the clock ticked off the minutes. At the beginning of the fourth quarter, we were leading 41 to 7, coach began cycling in the second and third string players to give them time in the game, halfway through the quarter he began sending 1st stingers to the locker room to dress down, removing our protective equipment, shoulder pads, pads cups etc. then returning to the field in our game pants and jerseys. We stood on the sidelines, watching the final minutes of the game, preparing for the victory celebrations, the final seconds ticked down and we rushed the field, several players heaved the Gatorade cooler and douched the coach in a cold victory shower. The celebration on the field moved back into the locker room as we all patted each other on the back, then stripping down and hitting the shower, Gabe and Will quickly collected the remaining gear and wheeled it down to the team room. They pulled off their jerseys and donned street clothes, then bid coach goodnight. Jake and I Showered then put on the clothes we had in our gym bags, stuffing our daytime clothes back in our gym bags. We met up with Eric, Fred and Bret, whom I offered to give rides back to my house for the after-game celebration. I saw my mom on the phone as the final seconds counted down, so I knew she was most likely ordering pizza and soda. We traversed the parking lot to my Rav4 and got in, I started it up and we drove to my house, there were already about a dozen cars in the drive, so I knew the party was in full swing as we entered the house, it was just before 8 o’clock and we headed straight for the stairs leading down to the playroom, as we entered there were guys sitting and standing around the gym, plates of pizza and cups of soda in their hands, most in deep conversation, many recounting the days events, and the game. We walked around to the kitchen where pizza boxes lined the counters, bottles of soda and red solo cups were stacked in a corner near the refrigerator, Mikal crossed the kitchen and gave Jake and me a hug, congratulating us on our victory. I found Andy and hugged and kissed him. We mingled together for about a half hour and Andy drifted off; I had a couple slices of pizza and my solo cup kept getting refilled by guys with soda bottles. I headed back through the gym area towards the restroom shower area and noticed many of the guys had stripped down to just shorts and were working out, and such, a few were making out being handsy. I headed into the bathroom and took a stall. A guy in the next stall slipped his cock through the glory hole and I serviced him while emptying my bladder. He moaned loudly as I edged him towards his climax, pulling out just before he shot, he leaned back then pressed his lips against the opening, o leaned down and Kissed Andy through the glory hole, we both stood up pulled up our shorts, and exited our stalls, Andy falling into my arms as we walked towards the archway leading out I stopped at my locker and retrieved my white basketball short and a muscle tee, I had been wearing nice clothes all day and need to get more comfy. I reached back In and pulled out a large tee shirt and a pair of backless AC undies for Andy and he slipped off his linen shorts and polo and donned the sexier outfit, the tee shirt was large enough to be a dress on him concealing his naked ass and nice package, my cock started to stiffen just looking at him. While there must have been close to 70 people there when I arrived just before eight it was now close to 10 o’clock and the numbers had dwindled almost down to the number of guys who would be sleeping over, earlier there was almost the whole football team as well as the swim team and a dozen or so of our friends, it was down to our core group of friends and a couple curious stragglers who I figured wanted to get in on any action that might happen. Mik adjusted the volume of the music, the swim guys helping a few of the footballers clean up the kitchen and haul the trash can outside to the patio. Mik threw some popcorn oil and kernels into the popper and popped a batch. Andy and Jake began playing some football game on the Xbox and I curled up to watch them on the recliner, I noticed Ben and Alec were snuggling together on the recliner behind me. Several other guys were starting to pair off and Mik came over and sat in the next recliner section. I noticed Conner and Danny cuddling in the section next to Ben and Alec, Gabe and Will were next to them. In the corner upper recline were Fred and Eric, who were making out and rubbing their hands over each other’s nearly naked bodies. My cock began to stiffen, I noticed Mik had pulled out about 8 air beds and was in the process of inflating them covering a good portion of the area in front of the recliners, he threw blankets over the beds and more of the guys and came in and cuddled down in front of us. Andy and Jake turned off the Xbox and Andy began streaming from his laptop porn he had acquires over the last 6 months. Mik used his phone app to dim all the lights turning the kitchen area pale purple and the gym, bathroom and theater area to a dark red. Clothes began to be shed and naked bodies soon filled my peripheral view. Andy came over and sat beside me and we began making out, Andy’s hand found my engorged cock and began stroking it beneath my shorts, he was soon sitting in my lap, his hard shaft leaking on my muscle shirt as we passionately kissed, he reached under my shirt and lifted over my head, then had me raise my hips as he slid my shorts off onto the floor. Andy then slid my fat 10.5 inches into his ass, stopping after the head and the first couple of inches penetrated his hole to adjust then plunged down taking the entire length into his velvety mancunt. I beg thrusting up into his hole, he moaned and begged me to fuck him harder, I threw my head back and thrust harder, seeing behind me Alec and Ben split roasting Gabe while Will was rimming Alec, Danny and conner had moved over and were taking it doggy from Eric and Fred, looking the other way towards the guys fucking on the screen I noticed that it was a mix of blowjobs and guys pounding each other on the beds in front of me. A full blown orgy was in progress as Mikal and my team mates let their inhibitions down and got to the business of rutting. Te sounds of fucking and sucking permeated the room as I began to shoot up Andy’s sweet ass, I heard Jake growl as he unloaded in my brothers gut flooding his intestines with quarter back seed. The bumping and grinding went on for a little over and hour, Andy and I had moved down to one of the beds and curled up me being the big spoon, I was almost asleep when I felt a body behind me, his dick creeping up my ass, he made small circular motions as his cock pumped in and out of my hole, I knew it wasn’t my brother but still the cock was massive, as was the load it pumped into me, I fell asleep with it still twitching in my ass. I woke the next morning around 7ish and my morning wood was buried deep in Andy’s ass, and my mystery man was still buried in my hole, I turned my head to see Conner peacefully snoring behind me, I shuffled forward gently as not to wake him, driving my cock even deeper in Andy. I shook Andy’s shoulder and he slowly woke up, his ass clenching around my tool. We shuffled off the mattress so as not to dislodge my member, and I walked to the bathroom with him riding my cock. I stopped just inside the shower area and he wrapped his arms around my neck tighter as I lifted him up and down, my dick rubbing his prostate on each thrust, I relaxed my urinary sphincter and the flow soon was filling him with my morning piss then fucked my morning load deep into his gut, several inches past his inner ring. I could feel his ass rings begin to quiver a sure sign he was about to release my piss and I carried him over to the bidet and sat him down, feeding his my slimy cock he soon began expelling my urine into the chamber, letting loose his piss as well. I led him to the shower and turned on the water, adjusting it to a warm flow, I pushed him under the stream and then began washing his hair, then his body, as I rinsed him, he returned the favor and we were soon clean of this mornings and last night’s antics. I walked to my locker and pulled out a couple pairs of running shorts socks and my running shoes. I handed Andy a pair of shorts and some socks then proceeded to dress for a run, Andy reached into his locker and pulled out his running shoes and we soon exited the locker-room and made our way into the kitchen, a couple of the guys were up indulging in coffee as we walked out to the patio and around to the drive to take our run

Husband and I (both bears in or mid 30s and early 40s) met up with a new friend (40 kind of muscle bear) at a hotel recently that wanted to bottom for us. We had a good amount of time for foreplay and blowing each other before we moved into eating his ass while he sucked on our cocks. When we had him nice and opened up we spent about 2 hours taking turns fucking him while he either nursed on the others cock or 69ed with them. Every time he got close to cumming we made him stop and we shifted to slow fucking him to make him last longer. The session ended with the husband blowing his load, pulling out so our friend could suck his cock clean, me sliding in to churn his load up, our friend blowing hands free, and them me adding my load as his ass spasmed around my cock.

My answers: The good: A late evening arrival who role-played he was raping me, and forcing me to say how much I wanted it. A daddy and I repatedly working over a horny (and very passive) college student who came inside me four times. At the end of my first event - realizing I can be openly slutty with a community of people who celebrate this as a good thing. Meeting new tops some of which are becoming friends. The bad: As an experiment I openly posted a hotel room # on Grindr resulting in a mess of erratic people showing up. A guy who wanted to watch and refused to take off his clothes. A guy who wanted to play, but who put on a women's bikini and announced he wouldn't top. A rather hot-looking guy who freaked out when he realized he was getting someone else's cum on his dick. Needless to say that event didn't go very well. A hygiene failure early into one event. I took a shower, re-cleaned out, and the rest of the day went fine. The guy in question understood it happens, but I was embarassed. I've made new changes to my preparation routine because of this. Becoming inwardly (but not visibly) upset at people who aren't following the rules. For example, someone that showed up at my event and announced he wanted to bottom, followed by someone announcing he only wanted to fuck him and didn't want to touch me. Lesson learned there: boot such people instantly. The practical: Novice cumdumpers need to learn lessons that experienced cumdumpers take to heart. Knowing in advance how to handle a negative situation will make you a far more effective host. It's not kind to be overly-flexible with one person if it ruins the experience of others (including yourself). Be prepared for strong emotional and physical response after your events. Aftercare far more important than people realize. Have someone you like present to help you through it. You'll have an approximate "ceiling" of 20-30 loads in an evening without refining your event and having someone help run the room. You can't recruit more tops when you've got a dick in both ends. Just because you bottom well for 1-4 loads doesn't mean you're ready for 50. Stress test yourself periodically to see how well you can take it. Some guys will enter the room, decide the vibe isn't for them (for any of a thousand reasons), make an excuse, and leave. Don't be annoyed at them. They're what I call "Ghosts". They kinda float in and float away and don't affect your event as a whole. Lots more stuff. I hope top have my guidebook done in a week or two. I'll post it on BZ when it's ready.

“Shit! Scout… I am so sorry.” His sobs slowly shifted to a slight giggle. “Don’t be coach. I loved it.” Scout stood up awkwardly to avoid any sudden flinch of his bashed hole. He stood in front of me. Grabbed my cock while planting his lips on my mine. We pashed. He pushed his tongue into my mouth. I did the same. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him into my body. My cock hardened to Scout’s slow-moving jerks. He suddenly pulled his lips away - eyes locked. ‘Coach… I love you.’ He pressed his lips on mine again. My mind spun itself into a storm. He loves me. A boy loves me. The thought landed like a match in petrol. I’d crossed a line I didn’t even know I’d been circling. I’d loved women. I thought I’d loved women. Or maybe I’d just loved the idea of them, the story I was meant to live. I’d always called myself straight. Wore it like a uniform. And yet—nothing had ever cracked me open the way this had. Nothing had stripped me down so completely, left me this raw, this awake. His touch. His heat. The way his body felt under mt touch. The way he looked at me, like I was gravity. I loved being inside him. Do I love men? Do I love him? The questions stacked, collapsed, rebuilt themselves in new shapes. My identity buckled under their weight. I love Scout. The realisation didn’t arrive gently. It slammed into me, undeniable, irreversible. A truth I could try to outrun, but would never outpace. ‘I love you too.’ Eventually, we pulled apart – slowly, reluctantly. I lit a joint – inhaled a few puffs, then passed it to Scout. We got high and spoke for a while. He awkwardly sat down. Damage to his ass was apparent. Blood smeared my cock when I screwed deep into him. “And you’re… okay with it?” I asked quietly. “With the way I take control?” He nodded, not looking away. “Coach, I like it. I like letting go. Being owned, in that space.” A pause. Then, softer, more honest. “I’m always doing the right thing. School. Training. Expectations. Being the example. It never stops.” He exhaled, like the weight of it all lived in his lungs. “It’s exhausting. I feel hollow trying to be who everyone needs me to be.” “I get that,” I said. And I did. “That’s why I like losing control,” he went on. “Doing something that belongs to no one else’s version of me. Something messy. Something real.” His eyes flicked back up to mine. “That’s when I feel alive.” The words sat heavy between us—confession and invitation, all tangled together. Scout opened up after that. Really opened up. We smoked more. Too much. Hours dissolved into haze and laughter and long, heavy silences. He stayed the night. Then the next. And the next after that. Soon, it wasn’t staying over — he was just there. Mornings, afternoons, nights. Like he’d quietly moved into the orbit of my chaos. He’d go to school, then come straight back. We’d blur the edges again — pot, smoke meth, lines on the marble bench. Reality kept losing the argument. I stopped pretending there were boundaries. He stopped pretending he wanted them. I would just take him anyway I liked. Something dark and reckless took root between us. Control became the language we spoke. I stopped asking. He stopped resisting. I didn’t care if he was prepared for it or not. It was raw, instinctive, messy — the kind of connection that thrives in secrecy and collapse. Days folded into weeks. The world outside shrank. Inside that apartment, time worked differently. There was no future — only repetition, ritual, appetite. I would fuck him first thing in the morning, then send him to school with my load in him. I wanted him to feel the twitch in his hole and control his muscles and not let any of it drip out. A reminder that I was with him at every moment. His parents buzzed the intercom. There was no way in hell I would let them up. I answered it, and Scout’s Dad blasted me through the intercom. As though his words were threatening enough to make me send his boy home. He called me a predator for fucking an 18-year-old, and that he will get me for what I was doing to his boy. But Scout wanted it. He chased me. I reminded Scout that we didn’t have to do this. He kept insisting. So, I kept fucking him. Scout had a key to my place. He could come and go as he pleased. He wasn’t a hostage. My place was his. Don’t get me wrong. I got worried during the nights when he either got back to my apartment late or very early in the morning. He wouldn’t tell me what he got up to-I didn’t ask. I wanted him to have freedom. To explore. To learn who he was as a young man. I got back late one evening, and when I walked in, the place was dark. I could hear sounds of moans and thumping. “You like being Daddy's little bitch-Ahh... Don’t you?” An unfamiliar voice called out. “Mmm.” The moans got louder as I got closer to my bedroom. The door was slightly ajar, and a dim light shimmered out. I crept closer and peered through. My jaw dropped. On all fours was Scout, facing away from the door, getting fucked from behind by another man. Like a deer in headlights, I was stunned. Scout grabbed the brown bottle and took a sniff up each nostril. I struggled to develop thoughts. A little bit of jealousy crept through. Scout was my lad. But as I watched, that dirty, deep, filthy drive revved up. It turned me on to see Scout bent over, the mood-light cascading over his youthful muscles and ass, with a man taking advantage of it. A man who was not me. A stranger. “Yeah. Get high, boy. Your cunt is hungry for cock.” The man was ordered. He was older. Older than me. He was hairy in all the wrong places. He was a larger guy, biggish belly, hairy man tits, long grey beard, random faded tattoos. He kind of reminded me of my late grandfather. “Oh, fuck yeah! That shard is turning you into a cock starved meth pig. Your cunt is just pulling me in.” He continued as he thrust in and out of Scout. A shard? The man was in his element, pounding away, owning Scout’s hole. I had no idea what shard meant, but the thought of Scout being a cock starved meth pig got me wild. I couldn’t resist, I pulled my jeans down and jerked myself off. The moment reminded me of when I would watch my wife get fucked by strangers. The old man was picking up his pace. “Yeah, boy. Mmm, Yeah… I’m gonna unload in ya. I’m gonna unload in ya cunt!” The old man’s moans intensified. “Yeah, you want it in your cunt. Don’t ya boy?” He was fucking hard by this stage. Scout just moaned. Like a tiger jaw locking its prey, the old man held onto Scout’s hips with all his might. ‘Oh fuck! Argh-Yeah. Here it comes. Too late. Oh-God, Yes! I’m cumming inside you!’ The old man’s ass clenched and retracted with every pulse of his unloading. I nearly came, myself. His ejaculation seemed to go on forever. When he finished, he slumped his sweaty body on top of Scout. I could see his fat cock still inside Scout’s hole, occasionally pulsing its last bit of spunk inside. I accidentally bumped the door-Scout and the old man turned to me. “Oh shit!” The old man quickly lifted himself off Scout, pulling his cock out at the same time. For a split moment, I watched Scout’s hole close in as a glob of cum seed out past his abused lips. “Fuck! You did say your father would be home.” The old man scrabbled to his feet, looking left and right to find his clothes. I pushed the door wide open, my cock still in hand. The old man noticed. Scout’s grin caught my attention. His eyes were peaking. His hole is pointed to the heavens. Cum dribbled out of his used pink hole. I lost all control and dove my face into the boy’s ass cheeks. Cupped his hole with my mouth and lapped up the drooling cum while I tongued the puffy walls of his used ass. I pulled his cheeks wide, tasting the salty flavour of this random old man’s spunk buried in this youthful boy. My mind was in a frenzy. I flipped Scout over and pinned his legs down. Scout had the poppers in his hand, like a duck to water, and took two huff sniffs in each nostril. ‘Hold it in, faggot.’ His face went red from the rush. Red veins coated the white in his eye. I could tell he was off his face from the meth and amyl. I rammed my cock in hard and fucked away. “Holy shit! You let your dad fuck you? Fuck!! You are really are a pig. Incest pig.” Scout grunted for a moment. But with all the fucking we have been having and just taking a cock a moment ago, he was getting used to his hole being stretched out. “DON’T look away.” Eyes locked on Scout’s. I was pulled into his deep, depraved fucked up mind. I was still a little jealous. Angry that he let a random old man fuck and cummed in him. I felt cheated. But I was also hot for it. The idea of strangers fucking this beautiful boy. Having their way and a fallen Angel. Scout’s hole was slick. The old man’s cum was splashing out with every thrust and coating Scout’s balls and shrivelled up cock. I felt a splash on my abdomen. My inner pig unleashed. Scout’s almost incoherent expression reminded me of the young lad I watched in the cruise club. It made me want to wreck the boy. Unlock the true faggot in him. Scout couldn’t hold it in any longer and let go of the poppers in his lungs. He moaned as I ploughed away at him with no care if he was liking it or not. I wasn’t fucking him for a long time or a good time. I was fucking him to fuck to simply unload in his dirty, used pink hole. I didn’t give a fuck if Scout was enjoying it. I felt it build up. “Grrr… Fuck! You fuck’n pig. Fuck’n take it.” I didn’t want to hold back and let it release and shoot inside me. A tyrant of babies filled the boy’s hole. Fill the cunt up. Mixed in with the old man seed. If only he could get pregnant like my ex-wives. Like his mother, I got knocked up. I imagined Scout having my babies. This made me more determined, and I fucked harder. For a moment, I believed that if I could fuck hard enough, he would get pregnant. Scout was screaming in pain. Yeah, I broke him. His little cock pissed over his chest and face. I was hitting something deep inside me. I’ve seen this before. My ex-wife used to squirt. “Fuck-Yeah! Squirt for me faggot!” Scout was squirting like a girl. But I didn’t want Scout to feel pleasure; I wanted him to hurt. I want him to fear what damage I could be causing to his guts. I instinctively slapped him across the face with some force. This tipped me over the edge. “Argh! Fuck! Yes! Cunt! I’m breeding you again, you fuck’n pig.” My orgasm exploded and expelled all my strength and energy from my balls through my cock and out through my ejaculation, adding a second load to the dirty cunt. I didn’t stop fucking. Scout had so much cum in him. He was covered in it and his piss. I kept fucking until I had no energy left in me. I slowly came back down from my high and took in my surroundings. At what point did the old man take off? I had no idea how long I was in this frenetic state. My cock was still hard and wedged in Scout’s puffy hole. I knew if I pulled out, cum would gush out. I wanted it to gush into my mouth. So as quick as I pulled out, I bent down and cupped my mouth around Scout’s gaping hole to have the cocktail of old man and my cum squirt into my mouth. And that it did. A lot. The salty substance filled my mouth, and I savoured it as Scout’s puffy hole closed up. I lifted myself up and looked over Scout. His cheek was red. He was still tweaked out, but with a sense of fear in his eye. I wondered if he had a slight moment of regret. I didn’t. He was completely unprepared when I spat all the cum over his face. I fell on the bed next to him. Scout’s legs dropped like dead weights. We both huffed and puffed from the adrenaline we just endured. Guilt finally started to settle in. I looked over at Scout. “You okay?” He turned his cum and piss-covered face to me. “I love you, Daddy.” I held onto his words for a moment, then moved in and kissed him. Cum smearing over our faces. “Fuck me again. Daddy.” He called out as he pulled his cummy lips away from mine. “Please. Daddy. I need cock. I feel empty.” The meth was surging through Scouts. How much did he take? Feedback is always welcome. I would love to know what you think happens next.

Public sex is my preference. I prefer it over going over to hosting or going to someone's place. Something about understall, gloryholes, adult bookstores & random parks that turn me on.

Dean and Carl make their way around Jasons wrists and ankles, tying them in place. Jason is giddily smiling at me. I kiss him and tell him quietly “Let’s take it slow and keep it light; from Deans story I assume he’s also HIV positive.” He response “For sure. I love you.” I look down and his dick is already hard and poking out of the top of his jock. My dick is the same, straining against the leg of my pants. Carl pulls out a strange looking helmet out of his backpack. Dean explains “this is for sensory deprivation. Jason won’t be able to hear or see anything but his nose and mouth are exposed. It will enhance his sense feel, smell, and taste. Jason, although you won’t be able to make out what we’re saying, we’ll still be able to hear you. If you want us to stop, tell us. Otherwise, I will take good care of you.” Carl works the helmet onto Jasons head and pulls some straps on the sides so it’s snug. Carls asks “can u hear me?” A few times and Jason doesn’t respond. It’s so warm and humid that we’ve all started to sweat. Jasons beefy body and thick furry legs glisten. Dean is even more sweaty and I watch beads rolling down his chest and into his stomach fur as he positions himself in between Jasons legs. I’m on the side of Jason, and Carl is right next to me. Dean starts teaching “Tom, I’ll make sure he knows where I am at all times with my hands and body. Although I’m in control, the key is to play off of his reactions to maximize pleasure. First I’m going to warm him up.” He lightly grips Jasons ankles and slowly and sensually massages up his legs, to his crotch, up the sides of his body, into his pits. No ones touches Jason this intimately except me, and although it’s making a pit in my stomach, my dick keeps flexing and my mouth water while I watch Dean seemingly enjoy just rubbing Jason so much. I notice Deans own crotch is sporting a massive bulge under his jeans. As he leans forward it presses up against Jasons bare ass. Carl notices my concerned face and rubs my lower back comfortingly with one hand. I look back at Dean make his way up Jasons arms and back down his chest. Jason flinches, as his nipples are extremely sensitive. Dean continues down his stomach, bushes over Jasons exposed hard dick head and covered shaft and balls. Then he spits a large string of saliva on a few of his fingers and lightly massages the outside of Jasons hole. He presses in and one finger pushes knuckle-deep. Jason squirms, moans, and his dick flexes. Dean drips another large string of saliva onto his still-inserted finger and works a second finger in. Strangely my dick flexes almost in sync with Jasons as I think of Deans sweet spit entering inside Jason. I glance to my right and Carl is now stroking himself. He has a solid 6” dick with large balls. He grabs my hand and places it on his dick. It’s already slick with lube. I’ve never really gripped anyone else’s dick besides mine and Jasons. I grip Carls dick a few times, to feel all of his veins, shaft, and balls. He spits on his own hand and fishes out my dick. It aches with pleasure. Normally I would protest but it seems fair and fine in the current situation. We look back at Dean. He’s using one hand to hold Jasons dick and the other to twirl around Jasons precum-slick dick head. Jason tugs on all the restraints and moans as Dean twirls harder for an extended moment. Shadowy figures surround us, jerking themselves as they watch. Dean trails his fingers up Jasons furry stomach to his nipples and then teases them the same way. Jason moans louder, tugs, and involuntarily flexes his dick which is now oozing a steady stream of precum on his stomach. “Bingo” Dean says under his breath. As Dean teases his nipples, I see him grinding his tented crotch on Jasons hole. My heart thumps but for some reason I am transfixed watching Jasons lust. All the while my own dick already feels like it could cum any moment as Carl barely strokes it. I grab his wrist to slow him down. Random hands appear around Deans waist and unbutton and unzipped his jeans. Dean seems unfazed and continues to tease Jasons nipples while his rock hard dick springs free. He has no underwear on. HIs dick is about 7”, uncut, curved upward, its head is poking out of its taut foreskin and is wet with precum. I spot a tattoo on his lower waist, to the side of his pubes.. a black scorpion. FUCK. I figured he was positive but now I KNOW! And Jason has no idea! Dean leans forward farther and his shiny wet helmet rubs up against Jasons balls and taint. I think to myself “not much more.” and then feel my dick get enveloped in a warm mouth. It feels so good I grab onto his head to keep balance. I look down and it’s Carl. He’s squat down, jacking himself while working my dick like I've never felt ever before - swallowing my entire shaft and nearly my balls. Dean leans back, pinches poz precum off his dick, leans forward again and dips his slimy fingers into Jasons mouth. Jason sucks on them like he’s in heat. I feel my balls starting to tingle.. this is all going south. I barely muster up the courage to mutter to Dean “He’s not on prep so please keep it light.” Dean looks at me like an animal distracted from a feast and also like he didn’t hear me and responds “huh? Sure, my guy.” and then pinches off more of his precum and jams his fingers deep into MY mouth! It’s so viscus and salty. With my tongue I feel how thick and rough his fingers are. I’m completely lost in the moment and also suck on them. I feel a random hand go down the back of my pants and straight for my hole. My pants drop to the floor. The fingers feel great and I let them massage their way in. I look back at Dean grab Jasons neck with one hand while working his nipple with the other and rocking forward. Jasen is moaning and seemingly trying to push his ass against Dean. I notice Deans dick is no longer visible. My left hand jets to it and I can feel it resting and barely poking into Jasons hole, which is now slick POZ precum! Just as I opened my mouth to tell him to stop, a hand grabs the back of my head and another holds poppers under my nose. Startled, I inhale hard. They keep them at my nose. I feel Dean slowly push forward and his foreskin roll back against my hand as his hard spongy dick slowly sinks inside Jasons stretched, hairy hole. I get light-headed and move my hand to the chain while the others on and Carls head (which is still sucking me down to my nuts). My heart is pounding. I feel my dick head jam down Carls silky throat and my cum starts to well up in my balls. He must sense im close because he fucks his own throat harder. I can barely see that Dean is now choking Jason with both hands and is pressed all the way up against him. I know he’s now balls deep and leaking his poisonous positive precum inside Jason. Jason moans loudly like he does when he’s about to cum. Dean pulls Jason down onto his dick harder and then starts to hammer into him while growling “that’s it, welcome to the family you stud.. take my AIDS babies you stud.. FUCKKK!!” Dean pulls him down one last time and remains balls deep while shaking. I know he’s flooding Jasons ass with torrents of his AIDS cum. Jason pushes his ass harder onto Dean and groans louder than I’ve ever heard while he spurts volley after volley of cum onto his chest. I can’t help but grab the sides of Carls head and impale deeper while exploding down his throat. Carl moans while guzzling my cum. Deans twitches while remaining pressed balls-deep inside Jason and looks over at me “Good start to the night.”

On regular cruises there is ample opportunity to find cock. Most cruises will have a "Friends of Dorothy" event toward cocktail time. You'll find these listed on the daily activity sheet that's put in your room each day. "FOD" is a code dating back decades; the cruise line welcomes gay travelers and this is their way of providing a way to meet other gays on the cruise. This is usually a "private" event with a cash bar, free appetizers in a meeting room on the ship; it is usually very discreet. Now for the fun pick-ups. I go on several cruises per year and I go solo. There is just too much action. Face it, you're with a huge group of people so there are going to plenty of gay men around. The easy way to find the gay men are to go to the photo postings. The cruise line photographers take pics of everyone boarding and then they post in the shopping area for people to buy. There's no names but you can see who the two guys are that came on together, or even better the guy that comes on with his Mom. Then there are the married guys or those with their GF. The first night they're getting slammed and being very romantic. The first night is not good for hunting however, by the second night they are starting to look for new adventures. I always look for small out of the way bars. There will be several on the ship. Find one you like, tip the bartender well, and stay at that bar. People cycle through these bars about half hour. Be talkative with the guys, men let their guard down. Plus by tipping the bartender, they're going to be your friend and chat with you a lot. That says to other passengers you're a good guy. These passenger guys have been drinking all day and are in a party mood. Around the second day, guys want to be with guys and women have found their friends to shop on the ship. No matter, I average at least 3 cocks per night before getting my "overnight" guest. Then there's the daytime while in port. Don't leave the ship. Stay on the ship, hang out at the little bar and you'll be amazed at who will stop by to chat and he's bored. Keep in mind, I travel solo so don't need to worry about coordinating with a cabin mate. For any of this to work, get out of the gay bar mentality and do not pose. This is a vacation, so up beat and talkative is the secret sauce. For my finial each night I go on the hunt in the casino. I spend a lot of time around the craps table. This is where the testosterone is in the air, men are being men and they are drunk. There's winners and loser there, your job is work the one you want to help "celebrate or console." By the 3rd night of a cruise, the casino staff knows what I'm up to and usually point me in the right direction. A nice tip helps the process along. There are slow times in the casino usually during dinner. Sit down, play a game and chat it up with the casino staff. Regarding staff, there are some very hott men working on these ships; however, there are really strict policies for them. No Fraternizing. I've connected with many cruise staf but the time and circumstances were right. If you try to make it happen you'll just frustrate yourself. One trick is to get to a show early each night, get a front row seat and make eye contact with your target on stage. During the evening or day you'll see him onboard like a passenger; they use the pool and go to the bars. If you're in the same seat two nights in a row, the cast remembers you. Go up and talk with him and compliment on his performance when you see him around the ship. Every time I meet an entertainer, it's in the late night "dance" bar. I'll follow the one I'm interested in when he heads to the restroom. I don't approach in the restroom but just kind of bump into him in the hall. These guys are ultra paranoid about breaking the rules of fraternizing with passengers. If all of this fails or just not your style, there's the hook up place that's been known since passenger ships started sailing: the steam room. Every ship has a very nice steam room. This is where the Bi and married guys go. Plan on around 5:00. Bi and married guys say to their wife/GF that they're going to go get a steam and shower down in the locker room. Women love this. The cabins are small and bathrooms even smaller. Women want their time alone to get ready do their make-up etc. Generally, the guys heading to the steam room aren't gay and you probably won't get any ass action. But it is hott!! There are ground rules for steam rooms around the world, they hold true on ships too. Most guys will have a towel on, you should too. Then a little rubbing and some wood, then nature takes it's course. So here's a nice primer for you on cruise ship play time. Final note, avoid cruises that are overload with families especially those out of Port Canaveral. You'll get action, it's just a lot more difficult. Cruises out of Ft Lauderdale have always been my most productive because they are geared toward higher priced demographic; which tends to be open to new experiences. (Note, that is a good line when a "straight guy" starts to back out. Just mention that this is a cruise and new experiences are part of the adventure; the alcohol will usually get their brain back in the right place). My best cruise ever is the one out of Galveston going to Mexico. This is a serious drinking, gambling cruise that's loaded with red neck Texas bubbas. Get some drinks in them, their big hair wives want to go to bed at 11, and they're out with their buddies. At blackjack or the craps table they will start talking about how great it would be to get a BJ.............it all depends on your talent.

A buddy and I were traveling to LA and introduced me to a friend of his. My buddy left and I was hanging with his friend. Guy told me he had a neighbor that had done a little porn and if I wanted to meet him. Neighbor came over and we started going at it. Guy tells the neighbor he wants to dp me and is he up for it. Didn’t ask if I wanted it. Next thing I know I got two raw cocks in me. Loved it.

Fucking great start to a story. I'm disappointed that it was never followed up on.

The guy who popped myncherrybwas about 32 years older than me. First to fuck me. First to cum in my ass. First to have me in a threesome. We even broke in an 18 year old virginity together

Ran across this today: https://barebackbastards.com/85813/wimpy-gay-sauna-twink-with-issues-takes-a-muscle-bear-load/

I have an apartment near the Ponte Vecchio. Let’s have some fun.

Part 4 Chad stumbled out of the bathroom, his legs feeling like they might give out at any moment. The steam from the shower clung to him, his body still damp and flushed. He pushed open the door to the bedroom he shared with Jake, his mind a fog of exhaustion, lingering pleasure, and a gnawing pit of guilt. He just wanted to collapse into bed and pretend the last few hours hadn't happened. But the person in the bed wasn't Jake. It was Asha. For a disorienting second, Chad thought he'd walked into the wrong room. He blinked, his eyes adjusting to the dim light. No, this was their room. Their stuff was scattered about. But Jake was gone. In his place was the large, muscular form of the Arab man, propped up against the headboard, his dark eyes fixed on Chad. "What happened?" Chad asked, his voice barely a whisper. "Where's Jake?" Asha's expression was unreadable, a mixture of annoyance and something else, something darker. "He woke up. Got dressed. Packed his bag. We had a... discussion." He shrugged, a gesture that was both casual and menacing. "He was angry. He'll get over it." A slow, knowing smile spread across his face. "I could hear Andrew fuck you in the shower. The walls aren't that thick. Was that fun?" Chad's face burned. He couldn't meet Asha's gaze, but he couldn't deny it. He just nodded, a small, ashamed movement. "Good," Asha rumbled. He patted the empty space on the bed beside him. "I want that ass again, Chad." He pulled back the sheet, exposing his body in the dim light. His cock was rock hard, a thick, imposing shaft of dark flesh rising from a nest of black curls. A bead of clear fluid glistened at the tip, leaking down the head. "Come suck me." The command was direct, absolute. It bypassed all of Chad's confusion and fear and went straight to his core. He found himself moving, his feet carrying him to the bed as if in a trance. He crawled onto the mattress, his body still humming, and knelt beside Asha. He leaned down and took Asha's cock into his mouth. The taste was clean, masculine. Asha was verbal from the start, his hands tangling in Chad's damp hair. "That's it, boy," Asha groaned, his hips pushing up slightly. "Take it. Show me how much you missed this cock." Chad sank lower, taking him deeper, his tongue swirling around the thick shaft. He loved the weight of it on his tongue, the sheer presence of it. "You look so fucking beautiful with my dick in your mouth." Chad pulled back, gasping for air, and immediately moved up to kiss Asha. He craved it. He pressed his lips against Asha's, his tongue seeking entry. The kiss was deep and hungry. Chad loved the feel of Asha's thick, coarse beard against his smooth face, the scratchy burn a thrilling contrast to the softness of his lips. It felt real, masculine, and utterly intoxicating. He kissed him again and again, losing himself in the sensation, his guilt暂时 forgotten in the face of such overwhelming desire. "I need to be inside you," Asha growled against his mouth. "Ride me." Chad didn't hesitate. He straddled Asha's powerful thighs, positioning himself over the thick, hard cock. He reached down and guided the head to his hole, which was still slick and open from Andrew's fucking. He thought about Asha's beautiful, hard cock pushing into him, and with a slow, deliberate movement, he lowered himself onto it. The stretch was exquisite. Asha filled him completely, a perfect, thick pressure that sent jolts of pleasure through his entire body. Chad began to move, rising and falling, establishing a rhythm. Asha's hands gripped his hips, guiding him, but letting him set the pace. "Fuck, yes," Asha breathed, his eyes locked on Chad's. "Look at you. Taking what you want. Ride my cock, Chad. Make yourself feel good." Chad's hands came to rest on Asha's broad, hairy chest. He loved the feel of it, the thick, springy hair under his palms, the hard muscle beneath. He massaged Asha's pecs, his thumbs brushing against the dark nipples, which hardened under his touch. He was in control, dictating the depth and speed of their union, but he was also completely possessed. The guilt was still there, a dull ache in the back of his mind, but it was drowned out by the raw, physical reality of the moment. All that mattered was the thick cock inside him, the hairy chest beneath his hands, and the deep, commanding voice in his ear. He was lost to it, to the pleasure, to the power, to the beautiful, dangerous man who had completely upended his life in a single night. He rode Asha harder, faster, chasing an orgasm that he knew would shatter him, and he didn't care about the consequences. He just wanted more. The rhythm became their world. Chad rose and fell, his thighs burning with the effort, his body slick with sweat. His own cock was rock hard, trapped between their bodies, rubbing against the coarse, thick hair of Asha's stomach with every bounce. The friction was incredible, a delicious, constant stimulation that had him leaking a steady stream of clear fluid onto Asha's skin. They both watched it. Their eyes were locked on the sight of Chad's smaller, harder cock sliding through Asha's dark thatch of hair, leaving a glistening trail. It was hypnotic. "Look at that," Asha's voice was a low, guttural rumble, thick with lust. "You're so fucking hard for me, aren't you? You love this hairy body, don't you? Love riding my cock." He gripped Chad's hips tighter, his thumbs pressing into the flesh. "Tell me what you want, Chad. Tell me you want my hot cum deep inside you." Chad could only manage a breathless moan, his head thrown back, his mouth open. He was bouncing faster now, chasing the sensation, his movements becoming more erratic. "Yes," he finally gasped out. "I want it. I want your cum." Asha just smiled, a wide, predatory grin. He was enjoying this immensely, watching the younger man lose all control on top of him. "That's my boy," he encouraged, his voice a low chant. "Ride it. Take it all. Make yourself cum on my cock." Chad could feel the pressure building at the base of his spine, a tingling heat that spread through his entire pelvis. He was right on the edge. Asha could feel it, too, in the way Chad's body tensed, in his desperate, broken cries. "I'm going to shoot inside you," Asha growled, his own hips beginning to thrust up to meet Chad's downward plunges. "I'm going to fill you up. Right... now." That was it. That was all Chad needed. The words, the promise, the feeling of Asha's cock swelling inside him. His body went rigid. A strangled cry tore from his throat as his orgasm exploded through him. Without ever touching himself, his cock began to spurt, shooting a massive, thick rope of cum that flew through the air and landed right on Asha's face, a white stripe across his cheek and lips. Asha roared, a primal sound of pure ecstasy. The sight of Chad's orgasm, the feel of his ass clamping down like a vise, sent him over the edge. He slammed his hips up, burying himself to the hilt as he came, his hot seed pumping deep into Chad's already flooded ass. As the last pulses of his orgasm subsided, Asha's tongue darted out, slowly and deliberately licking Chad's cum from his own lips. The taste was electric. Chad's strength gave out completely. He slid off Asha's softening cock and collapsed face-first onto the bed beside him, his limbs splayed, his body trembling. He was panting, his face buried in the pillows, a boneless, sated wreck. "Wow," Asha breathed, his chest heaving. He rolled onto his side and began to gently rub Chad's back, his large hand moving in slow, soothing circles over the smooth, sweat-slicked skin. Chad felt the last of his tension melting away under the touch, his consciousness starting to drift. Asha leaned in close, his voice a soft whisper against Chad's ear. "I know it's crazy," he murmured, his tone completely different now, stripped of its earlier aggression, replaced by something raw and vulnerable. "I feel like I've known you forever. And I feel like I'm falling in love with you." Chad was too far gone to process it, the words washing over him like a warm wave. "You sleep now, Chad," Asha said softly, continuing to rub his back. "We still have a few hours before we have to check out." Chad didn't respond. He was already asleep, his body exhausted and his mind a chaotic, blissful mess, dreaming of dark eyes, coarse beards, and the feeling of being completely and utterly filled. Stay tuned for part 5

Bill grabbed a coffee and managed to glance at the newspaper standing behind the counter. He was irritated. Both Timmy and Peter had called in sick so he had had to clean the place himself before it opened, and now he was going to have to run around making tea and cleaning up after the customers all day. He was lazy at heart and had got used to them doing the menial work as well as servicing the old trolls who had been coming in increasing numbers. He had to admit they were good for business. “Alright Bill?” One of the regulars came down the stairs, his dangling cock glistening with lube. It was a “no towels” day so everyone was naked. It looked like he had been putting his cock somewhere wet. “Can I have a cup of tea?” Bill sighed and put down the paper. “Sure, “He replied. “I’ll bring it in.” The man nodded and went off to the lounge. Bill smiled as he saw the cleft between the sagging buttocks was also wet and dripping. “Dirty old git.” He thought. He made the tea and took it in. There was a knock at the back door as he was picking up a bag to go and empty the bins upstairs. He wasn’t expecting any deliveries. “Better see who it is,” He thought. It was raining outside and Mark felt thoroughly miserable. It was his first term at the local college and he’d volunteered to distribute leaflets and try and get some donations for a local charity they supported. He was 18 small, overweight and shy having never been away from home before. He’d thought this might help him make some friends but as he stood there with the rain dripping off him he felt he’d made a mistake. The door opened and a middle-aged man stood there in a grubby singlet and shorts. He scratched the heavy belly bulging beneath the singlet as he contemplated the student standing in the rain. The young man blushed as he saw the heavy bulge in the man’s shorts. “S..sorry to bother you.” He stammered. “I’m collecting for charity and wondered…” His voice tailed off as he stood there intimidated and yet drawn to this almost naked man. “Mmmm,” Thought Bill, noting the red face and downcast eyes. He’d also noticed the glance at his groin and the unconscious lick of the lips. “Could be...could be.” He smiled. “You poor thing!” He said, “You must be so cold. Why don’t you come in and I’ll see what I can do. I’m sure my regulars might want to give you something.” A vision of the lad naked made his cock swell and he saw it had been noticed. “Regulars?” The young man asked “Sure. This is a gay sauna as you’d have seen if you’d come round to the main door. Does that bother you?” Mark swallowed. He didn’t want to appear in any way prejudiced. And also, he was surprised to find himself getting excited and he was soaked to the skin. “N..no.” He stammered. “That would be fine.” The man stood back and Mark squeezed past him, conscious of the heavy body and the faint smell of sweat. It was warm inside and Mark stood dripping inside the door. “I’m Bill,” said the man. “You’re cute. What’s your name?” A man appeared from a door behind the reception desk. He was in his late 60’s and stark naked. “I’m...I’m Mark” He said, ogling the nude old man who stood there unashamed and winked at him. “Well, Mark. This is our no towels day. Everyone is naked. Does that bother you?” Mark swallowed as the old man disappeared up some stairs. He was excited. And also scared. Something was going to happen and he didn’t know what. He shook his head. “Do you like seeing naked men? Does it excite you?” Mark blushed, aware now of his stubby little erection. Suddenly, Bill took off his singlet, revealing a hairy torso and fat tits. As Mark watched, he dropped his shorts and a thick, wet penis rose stiffly below his hairy belly. Before the student could react, he took him in his arms, pulling him against his naked body and mashing his mouth on his in a full on kiss. Mark squirmed, unable to resist, but he felt himself surrendering to this first gay kiss and his body hung limply in Bill’s embrace. After a while, Bill led him over to the counter. “Take off your clothes.” He said. Mark hesitated. What was happening to him? But his heart was pounding and the thought of being naked in front of a man was overwhelming. With trembling fingers he took off his soaking hoodie and tee shirt, lowered his trousers and then, with a gasp of emotion, pulled down his underwear and stood there nude. Bill took his clothes behind the counter then grabbed him in a hug. As he kissed him again Mark felt the heavy cock against his belly. In a fever of excitement he returned the kiss and pushed himself against Bill’s cock. Bill smiled to himself. Time to see if his instincts were totally correct. “It’s not just no towels day,” He whispered into Marks ear. “It’s HIV positive day. Everyone here is poz.” Mark gasped and went rigid with shock. Bill pushed his cock against the young man’s belly, fondled his little cock and hugged him tight. Mark was scared, excited, shocked and surprised all at once. This was so depraved! He was actually in a filthy sauna where men infected each other willingly. Then a thought came to him. “Are...are...you?” He whispered back. Bill chuckled. “Oh yes!” He said. He took Mark’s hand and wrapped it around his cock. “Do you like my poz cock?” He whispered. “Would you like it in you?” “Oh my God,” Thought Mark. “What am I doing?” But it felt sooo exciting, sooo dangerous. He should leave, should run from this man. But he just mewled with emotion. Bill reached under the counter and produced a small, brown bottle. He unscrewed the top and a sharp, solvent smell made Mark’s heart race. “Sniff this.” Said Bill. “It’ll help you relax” Mark took a sniff and his eyes widened as the solvent made him melt with excitement and lust. “Just a moment.” Said Bill, he went and locked the door “Come on, lover boy” He took Mark’s hand and led him over to the stairs. Naked, excited, dizzy from poppers, Mark allowed himself to be taken upstairs. At the top was a short landing with a doorway at the end. Bill opened the door and took him inside. There was a small room with two old, stained couches on which three old men sat watching a gay movie. “This is Mark,” said Bill. “He’s all yours.” Mark gasped, turning to Bill in surprise. “I thought..I mean..aren’t we..” Bill pressed the bottle to his nose . “Not yet. Customers always come first!” Mark sagged and felt himself enveloped in old, sagging flesh. They bore him over to a couch and dragged him down until he was kneeling with his rear in the air. Hands caressed him and fingers anointed his hole with something cold and slippery. He gasped at this intimate invasion and someone said: “He has a lovely bottom. So tight! Is he a virgin?” “Yep,”said Bill. “Oooh lovely. So he’s neg, then?” “Oh yes.” Bill replied. “So who’s going to be first to knock him up?” Mark went cold as he heard this exchange, but he couldn’t move and the poppers still made his heart pound. “Have a go, Arthur,”sniggered a voice. “You’re spunk’s right toxic, ain’t it?” Mark felt hands on his hips and then the blunt head of an erect cock pushing against his arsehole. He stiffened, but an old, rough voice said “Relax and let me in. Give it some more poppers someone.” More solvent coarsed through him, the blunt head pushed against him, and then his arsehole gaped and the long, thin cock slid up him and he cried out with pain and pleasure. “Yeah, that’s nice. I’m in it now.” Grunted Arthur and he began to thrust in and out of the upraised bottom. “Knock it up, Arthur.” Said Bill. “Don’t take all day.” He bent and took Marks face in his hands, kissing him and sliding his tongue into his mouth. Mark felt himself giving way to it, the questing tongue in his mouth and the thrusting cock in his backside. He couldn’t help pushing back as the old man’s thrusts became more urgent. “Oh yeah!” He grunted and his cock throbbed inside him as it spurted. “Well done!” whispered Bill. “His poz babies are swimming in you now. You’ll soon be pregnant!” He stood up and watched Arthur’s cock flop wetly out of the cute buttocks. “Let’s make sure shall we? Who’s next?”

I love to be called a faggot while taking raw cock and cum!

My boy and I had a three-day weekend and decided to get away from our stifling apartment. We used our frequent flier miles to fly to South Beach for the weekend. He's been whoring out his asshole for a little over a year now, and has taken countless POZ loads. Sharing his sweet pussy with strangers really gets both of us off, especially when they may be POZ. We arrived at our hotel, checked in, unpacked, and showered. Before changing into our trunks, I ate his ass for a long while and lubed it up just in case anyone should want a piece of it. We hopped in the rental car and headed north to a gay beach I had read about online. There were other guys around, all clothed, shit, but lots of space between people sitting in the sand. We staked out our spot and raced to the water. As soon as we were waist deep, I kissed my boy all over, stuck my hands in his shorts, and started fingering his hole. After splashing around for a few minutes, we returned to our towel to relax. I suggested my boy hop out of his trunks and relube just in case the seawater had washed it out. He grinned wickedly. He reached into his bag and pulled out the lube, as well as a big dildo he likes to use to loosen his hole up before parties. Although I kept my shorts on, my cock was already hard and I knew there would be a wet spot seeping through the nylon as I began to ooze precum. With my boy on his back, fingering his hole and teasing it with the tip of the dildo, I kept an eye out for guys who might want in on this. After a few minutes, an older balding greek-looking guy with a furry chest and a bit of a belly hanging over his speedos approached. His jaw dropped. As he got closer, he slowed down. We're never picky about who gets their cock in my boy's hole, so my boy kept up the show. The guy stopped and pulled down his shorts enough to show a tiny cock with even tinier balls. He walked closer and knelt down. I reached for his dick, and I guess it freaked him out. As soon as I wrapped my hand around his dick, he came instantly. I scooped his load up in my hand as he snapped the waistband up over his pitiful little dick and ran away. Oh well. More free lube, the best kind. I pulled the dildo out of my boy's hole and slicked it up with the geek guy's cum and shoved it back it. My boy kept his show on as I worked my dick through my shorts. After what seemed like hours, a real hottie in long board shorts strolled into view. He was tanned with wavy brown hair and a bit of curly chest hair spread across his wide pecs. I though, damn, a fine body like that and he's hiding most of it with those long shorts! He slowed down as he passed by, smirked, and kept walking. Another one got away. By now, my dick was aching to cum. I slipped off my shorts, rolled my boy over onto his knees and started eating out his hole. As I was about to slide in, out of the corner of my eye, I saw that our stud had returned. I repositioned myself to slide my cock into my boy's slobbering mouth. I leaned forward and spread my boy's asscheeks, inviting the handsome stranger to dive in. The stranger got down on his knees and spit onto his fingers, then inserting one then two in my boy's stretched hole. The stranger fumbled with the laces on his boardshorts until they were loose enough to pull his impressive uncut cock out. He pulled his fingers out of my boy's hole and spit again, lubing up his cock. He slid in slowly as my boy moaned on my dick. With each thrust, the stranger picked up his pace and with each thrust, the shorts fell lower and lower around his hips. I could now see his beautiful hairy balls slapping against my boy's slutty ass. The stranger hadn't spoken a word, and seemed to be having a good time. He slid all the way in and then paused. He looked up at me, his gorgeous green eyes filled with lust. He asked, with a sexy indeterminate European accent, “Are you certain you are okay with this? Can I give him my cum?” “Hell, yes!” I replied. By then the stranger's boardshorts were puddled around his knees. My boy was backing up now to meet each raw thrust. I saw a red cross on the stranger's right thigh. “Swiss?,” I asked. “Yes. And POZ.” Fuck yeah. That's what I like!!!! My boy pulled his velvety lips off of my cock and swung his head around to catch a glimpse of this sexy Swiss stud for the first time and began pleading, “Please give me your load. Please. Please.” The stranger didn't respond with a word, but picked up his pace, working his dick all the way in, then pulling almost all the way out, then slamming forward. Over and over and over. Finally, with beads of sweat running down his beautiful chest, he lunged forward and groaned. I knew he was planting a toxic load deep in my boy's raw vulnerable hole. I couldn't help from cumming instantly. My load landed all over my boy's face and in his gaping mouth as he fisted his own hardon, spurting his juice all over the towel beneath him. The stranger smiled and pulled up his shorts over his sticky still-hard cock, said “Thank you,” and simply walked away. I dove into my boy's sticky pussy, puffy and red from its abuse. I fingered out a bit of cum, lapped it up onto my tongue, spun my boy around, and kissed him, passing the stranger's POZ cum into his mouth. I was tempted to go back for more, but wanted to leave some to simmer up there, keeping him loose and slick for more action, just in case.

Part 6 Remember the shard guy #1 left me? Well it’s now like 9:00am and I’m starting to loose my high, so booty bump to the rescue! I’m starting to feel the shard take full effect as I’m on my phone going through Grindr, A4A, and BBRT looking for the next! This time Grindr come through again! The guy I invite over is about 30, jet black hair, blue eyes, white, 5’ 11” 180, and a 7c cock! I’m seriously in love! He’s so fucking cute, but what I want now is his load! I pretty much waste no time getting him naked, sucking his cock for a minute and the hitting poppers he gave me. Once he’s rock hard and lubed up with my spit, I assume the position on my back and guide him in (bareback of course, best part is neither one of us discussed condoms or anything!). His cock feels amazing as it’s thrusting in and out of my spun hole that, thanks to the booty bump is even hungrier for cock and cum! As he continues to fuck me Im pulling him close so our bodies are rubbing all over each other and my hands are feeling every part of him! He started off rather quiet but quickly became a verbal dom top and was taking out all his pent up aggression fucking me! He asks if I’ve had any loads yet and I tell him only one from yeasterday. He looks at me and says “that’s too bad, I love mixing my load in with others” I confess the truth and doing so turned him on so much he starts fucking me harder, completely balls deep and wrecking my spun cum hole! I’ve got my legs spread as wide as they’ll go, my hands on his ass pulling him in as close as possible! Suddenly he asks if I want his load. I let out a loud “fuck yeah, breed my spun cumhole. Please, oh god please give me your load, I’ll do anything you want!” Since I mentioned being spun, he slows down and pulls his cock out. In a panic I thought “oh shit, he’s not cool with this! I’m not getting his load 😩” He gets close to my face and says “you tweakers are all the same, you’ll do anything for a load.” Unsure of what to say or do, I apologize for not telling him and assume the session is over. He looks at me confused and says “babe, I love tweaker cumdumps! In fact you’re my favorite because you’re by far the hottest one around. Guess what, I’m fucking high too”. Suddenly relieved, I ask him why he stopped fucking me? He pulls me up, takes me into the bathroom, and tells me to get in the bathtub with my ass in the air. I comply without question and he says if I’m truly a spun out cumdump, I’ll let him do anything. I tell him that he owns me and I’m willing to do anything! “You ever had chem piss” He asks? I tell him it’s been years but whatever he wants I’ll do! He gets in the tub with me and I feel this stream of hot chempiss on my back, only for a moment though. Soon he puts his cock in my ass and begins to fill it with his chem piss! ...to be continued 😈

While still pressed against and inside Jason, Dean scoops up some cum on Jason’s drenched stomach with one hand and uses it as lube to relentlessly stroke Jason’s still unnaturally hard dick. His other hand grips Jasons balls and sack and stretches them down, loosening his balls. Jason repeatedly yanks hard on the chains and moans in pain and pleasure. My dick is also still rock hard and bounces on Carls face as he washes his dripping spit off my balls and taint with his mouth. My ass is still clenched around the random fingers probing my insides. It all feels so good, I don’t stop Carl or the hand while I process what’s happened to Jason. AIDS?! WTF.. but what can I do now..? After a moment Dean starts to massage the remainder of Jason’s cum up and down Jason’s stomach, chest, and thighs. Jason’s still breathing heavy and flinches as Dean passes over his nipples. Jason’s says as his voice breaks to flinch when his nipples are touched “wow - Dean - it feels so good. I’ve never cum hands-free. I can still feel you throbbing inside me… Tom, if you can hear me, I want you next.” The crowd is closing in around us. All that’s visible in the dim light on Jason are hands stroking dicks over and around his muscular furry stomach and lower body. Dean smiles at me and slowly leans back, away from Jason. We both watch his hard thick tan-skinned shaft slowly slide out of Jasons stretched hole. Jason inhales loudly. Once his dick is fully free, his foreskin rolls forward and covers his dicks cummy head. Jason’s open raw hole attempts to close and a white globs leak out. Dean grabs my shoulders and positions me behind Jason. I shuffle with my pants and boxers around my ankles. Dean remains right behind me, looking over my shoulder. I feel his warm wet and dangerous dick resting on the top of my ass crack and his breath on my neck and ear. Without thinking, as I do when I’m fucking my own 2nd load into Jason, I lube my dick head with the cum leaking out of him. Dean whispers in my ear “Good boy, fuck my AIDS babies into him.” My dick flexes involuntarily. A pale hairless chubby blond guy stroking his 6” veiny pink uncut dick over Jason groans loudly and unloads a surprisingly large amount of thick creamy nut directly on Jasons stiff dick and sweaty hairy stomach. Carl, now standing on the side of Jason scoops some up and uses it as lube to softly stoke Jason. Jason flinches and his mouth hangs open as he exhales “uhhh”. My dicks head start to sink into Jason’s hole. I slide in with ease and feel how silky and clearly drenched his insides are. I pull back a little and see my shaft covered with streaks of Deans cum. I rock deeper into him and think about Deans dangerous AIDS sperm invading his insides and I don’t know why but I feel the urge to try to pound it as deep in him as I can. I pull Jason onto me harder and feel my dick start to breach his 2nd chamber. The chains rattle and he moans. When my ass rocks back, I feel Deans cum-slick dick sliding between my cheeks and barely nudge my hole. I’ve never bottomed but this feels surprisingly good. I grab onto Jason’s beefy furry thighs and go on autopilot pounding harder with each thrust. Carl’s hand is now stationary and Jason’s swinging body fucks it. We're all dripping with sweat and I taste the salty BO, cum, and ass in the air. I look down again at my dicks shaft slide in and out of Jason. His hole’s hair sticks to my shaft and has a white cum froth forming around it. Dean must’ve deposited a massive load. Dean reaches around me, grabs the slings chains and presses his wet body against mine. I feel his fat dick head start stretch my hole and he growls in my ear “Oh that’s it, work it deeper into your boy.. I’m getting close to breeding you, too.. you want it don’t you.. tell me and I’ll give it to you.” His tip has now worked its way in me. I keep fucking Jason and Dean slides deeper. “Tell me..” His breath starts to become irregular and I now he’s close. Jason cries out, yanks on the chains, push his ass into me like he does when he’s going to cum. Dean forces his dick all the way inside me and takes control fucking me and pushing me into Jason, hammering my prostate. I groan almost uncontrollably “I want it…” and feel like submitting to him. Dean rams hard and stops balls deep in me and says in my ear while flinching “I’m cumming right now - feel my load. You’re mine now.” I feel his dick pulse and swell inside me, coating my insides with his infected cum. His body shakes and he thrusts his hips and digging his dick farther. My dick erupts as deep inside Jason’s ass as I’ve ever been. His sphincter clenches down on the base of my dick repeatedly as he spurts and moans. Carl doesn’t stop jacking him and puts his mouth on Jason’s dick head to catches as much of it as he can. Jason cums more than I’ve ever seen. Dean stays pressed up against me, breathing hard into my ear as we come down from the climax. I feel his dick still throbbing in me, as is was with Jason the first round. He says in his deep gruff voice “I always have big loads and will be in you for the night. Welcome to the club.” He slowly pulls out of me and quickly inserts two of his rough fingers into my loose raw wet hole with ease “mm I can’t wait to breed you studs again.” I lean forward and give Jason a long kiss as my dick finally starts to deflate and fall out of him. Deans pulls fingers out of me and I feel some of his cum trickle down my inner thigh. As we make out a few random hands pat me on my back and as a guy says “Great job boys. Welcome.” On our way out Dean discretely slips his card in my pocket and whispers in my ear to text him. I’m not sure if Jason saw, but I nod. As we exit the club, hidden under my cloths my entire body is sticky and my asshole is slick. I feel intoxicated and even more horny in this state. Jason still doesn’t know what’s in him and I’m not sure he know’s I got bred, but I imagine his body feels the same way - still full of two massive loads. As soon as we get into our apartment I tear his cloths off and fuck another load into him before we pass out all entangled and sweaty.