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They took me upstairs and we found a room. There was a large mattress inside, lit only by a pale red bulb, and music from the rest area drifted in the background. In contrast to my other experiences, they were quite tender with me as we lay on the mattress, the two old, diseased bodies either side of me. We kissed as they fondled me, driving me crazy with their fingers, tongues and mouths and telling me how much they wanted to give me a baby. It was quite loving, and in a way more sexy to be treated like this, being told how much you are wanted and being made pregnant. At last, Pete rolled me onto my stomach and lay beside me, kissing my face and whispering in my ear "It's time, darling. Spread your legs and let James breed you." I felt the man get on my back, the pot belly sinking onto my buttocks as his heavy cock probed for my hole. It sank into me, sliding through the sperm and lube already up there, and I groaned with lust. "Shhhh, baby" whispered Pete, "just relax and take his sperm like a good boy." James thrust in me, his greasy hair on my neck as he held me close beneath his thin body. His hips slammed up and down like a rabbit, and then he gasped for air and began to shudder. "Here it comes!" Whispered Pete. "Your poz baby!" With a grunt of release, James collapsed on my back and I felt his cock throb and throb as he spurted in me. All the while, Pete stroked my hair and kissed my face, telling me what a good boy I was, and how I was being knocked up. James finished and got off me, his cock slipping deliciously out of my hole. Pete immediately took his place and I groaned as he sank his cock into me, the soft light and music and his tender thrusts combining to send me into ecstasy, knowing I was joining the club...

“Wakey, wakey little bro” I said slapping my semi-conscious brother across his face. He blinked slowly as his eyes began to open fully, staring up at my grinning face before realising he couldn’t move properly, swivelling to his left then right and seeing that he was naked and that his legs and arms were outstretched with his ankles tied to his wrists and in turn fastened somewhere off the sides of the bed he was lying on. He couldn’t say anything because he was wearing a ball gag and the full realisation of his predicament was sinking in. He was totally naked and his smooth ass and cunt hole were totally exposed. He tried to say something into the ball gag and I laughed, “What’s that little bro?” I asked, “You say you’re looking forward to this afternoon, that’s good little bro” I replied, talking over his struggling and clearly angry tirade. I slapped his face hard again and he immediately stopped, looking up with tears welling in his eyes. “That’s better you little cunt” I said looking down at him sternly, “You need to learn some respect” He also noticed now that I too was naked, standing before him with my fat cock dangling limply between my legs. “I guess you’re wondering why I’ve got you tied naked to my bed, hey little bro?” I asked him. He stared up at me and said nothing, “Well it’s a bit of story really and begins with me finding out that you’ve been secretly filming me in my room for the last year.” I watched my brother’s reaction and it was of a guy with sudden dawning realisation that he’d been caught doing wrong and was probably going to have to pay for it. Of course, he didn’t yet know how. “So imagine my surprise when one of my buds rings me up to tell me he’s seen a video clip on a porn site of a guy getting his cunt fucked, who looked a lot like me”, I continued on, “It turns out there wasn’t just one clip either, but a few, all with a title saying ‘My bro getting pozzed’”, I stopped for more reaction but my brother knew he was in trouble now and just stared up at me looking scared. “Well I decided to check out my room and guess what I found”, holding up a small black cube, “A fucking camera, actually, three fucking cameras.” “Well little bro, I thought two could play at this and I set a couple up in your room, only one of mine was pointed at your computer so I could see what your password was” I said grinning, “IFUCKBOYS; that was quite interesting. I didn’t know you were gay as well little bro but then I saw you and your hot friend making out while you both watched me getting cock”. My brother was listening intently but he couldn’t do anything except stare up, still with tears in his eyes. “So you like seeing your big bro getting dick, that right, you little shit?” I asked, slapping him again. “You know, I should really thank you” I said stepping back and sitting on the end of the bed next to him, “I did actually want some record of my conversion and you filmed it for me. I don’t think you knew at the time, but I had four toxic guys come and use me a few months ago and you captured the whole thing. How they all took turns raping my cunt and loading me with HIV poz cum. You filmed my conversion.” I said, placing a hand on his smooth six pack stomach. “Remember when I got ill a month ago and was sick for a week. Mum thought I had the flu, which I did, but it was fuck flu, and now I’m poz and I’m very toxic right now too” I said grinning down at him and stroking his naked skin. “So little bro, I’m gonna help you out” I started, “I’ve invited the same four poz guys back round and we’re going to rape your neg cunt all night. We’re going to convert you too, because you want it don’t you little bro?” I finished, staring into his eyes and gripping his cock. He began to shake and I could see terror in his eyes but his dick was swelling in my hand and I knew somewhere in his head he was turned on, “You like that don’t you” I said squeezing his cock. I turned to the door and called, “Hey guys”. My brother looked up at the door as it opened and in walked four familiar and totally naked guys, sporting a variety of builds and semi-hard cocks from large to lethal looking. “Little bro, let me introduce you to Aleksy, Joe, Ethan and Rob” I said. The four guys were a bit of a mix of build but all were athletic to muscular, with Rob, the most standout of them all; black, muscular, tattooed and clearly massive in the cock department. Even limp it was lethal looking. Ethan was perhaps slightly more emaciated than athletic looking, and had some bruising to his skin, which was because he had Aids. I knelt up on the bed with my cock slowly rising and each guy stepped up for a kiss and a cock fondle, which I made sure my sibling could see clearly. “Well boys, this is Matthew my little bro and the shit who needs to be taught a lesson.” I said with an evil grin. Matt looked at me and continued to shake a little before realising each guy behind me was also looking down at him with a look of utter lust and desire to rape him. “Now I reckon you boys should do to him what you did to me and in the order we discussed.” I said winking at them, before stepping up off the bed and reaching for a video camera. “And don’t worry bro, I’m going to film the whole thing so I can sell you’re rape and conversion to a porn site.” With that, Aleksy, the first of the four studs moved forward to the bed and climbed on, his fat dick dangling semi erect. Aleksy was Polish with a nice muscular body and short dark hair. I’d met him online and we’d fucked plenty. He was totally top but could be a dirty shit, which I loved very much. He didn’t waste any time in grabbing my bros now erect dick and squeezing it hard so we could hear an intake of air through the ball gag, before leaning down and rimming out Matt’s unprotected ass hole. I was capturing the action by the side of my brother and would focus on his expression, which right now and considering his predicament, was one of pleasure, as Aleksy kept forcing his tongue into my bros cunt, squeezing and wanking his cock. It wasn’t long before my bro received his first cock of the day as Akeksy forced his now eight inch fat dick roughly into Matt who was clearly in some discomfort not having time to adjust. Very soon Aleksy was fucking my bro hard and deep while the other guys stood round wanking their dicks. I got plenty of close ups of cock in cunt and of Matt’s face as he had clearly begun to enjoy this, possibly forgetting the deadly load he was about to receive. For the next twenty odd minutes my bro was relentlessly fucked with Aleksy occasionally gripping his neck, squeezing and then spitting in his face. The look on my sibling’s face was exquisite because he couldn’t prevent any of it. Finally, I knew Aleksy was close and got the camera right in as he slowed and began groaning loudly before pumping the first toxic load into my brother’s negative cunt. I also noticed Matt was suddenly back to reality and realising what was happening as his eyes went from a look of pleasure to terror. He clearly liked the fucking but wasn’t yet happy about the toxic ending. As Aleksy pulled out, I zoomed in on my bros ravaged cunt hole which was now seeping cum. “Joe, get in there and lick that out for me” I instructed as the next stud, a six foot four inch, athletically built and shaved headed guy was on the bed and kneeling at my bros exposed hole in an instant, licking out the dripping cum. I wanked my own cock as I filmed it, “Let me taste Joe” I said as he turned to me, grinning, with cum on his lips and face. We kissed quickly and he pushed the felched splooge into my mouth. I swallowed it all as Joe spat some on his nice fat seven inch cock and lined up to fuck Matt. Joe raped my bro for a good half an hour and clearly my brother was now beginning to come to terms with his predicament because he was clearly now enjoying being fucked. When Joe eventually let out a loud and lengthy groan, I knew he was dumping a huge load. Joe was a heavy cummer and sure enough as I zoomed in again, the cum practically squirted out my brother’s cunt hole, now nicely stretched and red raw. It was Ethan’s turn next, the emaciated Aid’s riddled breeder. My bro eyed him with clear trepidation but Ethan didn’t waste the cum dripping out, he too went down for a felch and not bothering to ask, I went in too and was rewarded with a nice mouth full of the fresh splooge. Ethan’s cock was long, thin and bruised but was soon ravaging my brothers hole. The sweat was pouring off the pair of them and with Rob still side lined and wanking his enormous nine inch shaft, he knelt next to Ethan and licked off his sweat before they kissed hard. Joe couldn’t hold back either and was kneeling by the side of the bed, wanking my brother as he was being fucked before turning to me and sucking my cock as I filmed on. Soon, Ethan too ejaculated into my brother, “Ah little bro, your first Aid’s load” I cried as the other guys laughed. My brother’s expression was harder to work out now, it looked very much like he was happy to have received it. I could have been wrong, “You know what guys, I reckon the dumb little fuck slut is starting to enjoying this now” Ethan pulled out of Matt’s hole and stood up so that Rob could finally get at my brothers red raw cunt. Rob had been waiting a long time now and didn’t want to delay, he simply fingered out some of the cum in my brother’s hole, smeared It on his cock and then rammed it fully into his hole. We all heard the scream, even with a ball gag on, it couldn’t muffle my brothers discomfort and laughing again, we watched as Rob power-drived nine inches of BBC into my young brothers ravaged hole. Matt was in clear discomfort having never had something so big inside him and Rob was intent on tearing his ass hole as we noticed a few trickles of blood now dripping out. Joe was getting me close as I continued to film as best as I could and capturing the power of Rob as he fucked my brother, which was awe-inspiring. The whole bed was shaking as he continued to force his massive tool into Matt, a pleasure I have experienced many times. I knew I was close now, “Rob, hold up” I said through gritted teeth and pulling free of Joe, I knelt up on the bed and while I filmed, Joe may made me cum, with a few last strokes by hand and so that I shot my load onto Rob’s exposed cock, “Some more lube” I groaned. Rob grinned and continued to fuck my brother, pushing my cum into my siblings hole. Finally, Rob let out a deep guttural growl and slowed as he pumped yet another toxic load into my brother as the sweat dripped off them, spreading over the entire bed. My brother was clearly in some distress but that didn’t bother me at all. Knowing he was being knocked up was much more important. To be continued……………….

Just got back from blasting a load inside this 18 year old twink at my apartment complex - it was his first time being rimmed and barebacking and his first time with an "older guy" (I'm 26 and hairy as fuck) and it was my first time wearing a cock ring (a Christmas present to myself, I just don't top often). I went over and we made out for a bit to get him over his nerves, he sucked me hard and I ate him out, lubed up and fucked him nice and slowly so he could feel every vein in my cock. Once he relaxed and opened up I picked up the pace and started jacking him off. It wasn't long until he shot his load up onto his face and chest and I coated his guts with my cum. It was definitely the most fun I've ever had topping, and I think he enjoyed it too. Hopefully we'll do this more often.

Dear Rawboyz, Well, this afternoon was the next (7th) bb orgy at Club120 in Toronto. The only one in February. February must be a short month... I had high hopes and expectations. Why? Well, as you've read in my last post, there were only 25 guys at the last Club120 bb orgy in late January. You know, I still had a lot of fun. Today I wanted to not be the first guy in the door. I was really horny though. Who wouldn't be? I was the 3rd guy. Lucky me! Paid my $15 cover, got a bag, stripped down to my jockstrap and winter shoes (as a big snowfall had just fallen here in Toronto). Ready to roll! Sex was happening quite fast tonite. Having a gay bar all to yourselves means sex was happening in the slings (2 only today), the few private rooms, and out in the open either on the second floor or first floor dance area. I managed to fuck quite a few younger cunts. Very happy to do so! There was this Latino younger guy walking around topless but with jeans on. He kept watching me top these guys. I knew for a fact that he was really interested in older men. I persuaded him (by rubbing his hard dick underneath his jeans) to follow me into one of the private rooms. I kissed him on the neck and said that I wanted to tease his hole with my daddy dick. His eyes lit up. He took my hand and asked me to close the door behind us. I locked it to be sure. He pulled down his jeans and underwear. I was away to the races… I rimmed him for a bit (mmmm) and knew he was tight. He put lube on his ass and on my hard dick. I entered him ever so gently. His hole popped. I knew I was in. Tight at first, but his ass muscles got used to my daddy dick pretty fast. I was pumping away with him gently moaning. Love that! He didn't want me to cum as it was pretty early in the bb orgy. He was very happy to have received daddy dick. I saw him playing with other guys there. I guess I have a special touch for loosening up younger guys who are a bit nervous about getting into bb sex. I knew he liked bb sex. He need a little reassurance and an older mentor. Ta-dat, here I was to offer my services. I met the black DJ from several orgies ago. We embraced, but sadly I did not get to fuck him today. He did remember me, hence the embrace. I loved how the guys tonite changed position and partner. The one bb couple was there tonite as well. Both bearded fellows. The one bearded younger guy was versatile. He fucked and got fucked. HOT! The other beared partner only topped. He loved to see his partner get fucked. They always play together! Nice to see. Well, towards the end my daddy dick was getting pretty sensitive. I need to unloaded. A younger otter with a beautiful lubed hole was the target for my daddy load fucked deep. I entered him easily, and a few minutes later added my huge load DEEP in his young count just after the younger bearded fellow (remember the bb couple I just mentioned?) came in him. A nice mix of hot cum. He was very satisfied. All in all, a great 7th bb orgy. Any similar stories? Any other North American cities organizing a similar raw meeup? Two new bb orgy dates in March to be announced. Stay tuned. Happy barebacking to all who read this! (Raw) Read1

A/N : Thanks for the feedback. I'm noticing now other typos, and find that I cannot edit the first post anymore :/ Oh well. Btw, this is purely fiction (I'm just a 20 something year old guy), but I'm glad you're enjoying it. Here's part 2. OH, and before you start, here's Dino Hillas, whom I picture as the narrator : ———————————————————— J was sleeping soundly in my arms when I regained consciousness, breathing a sigh of relief when I opened my eyes to darkness still present in the room. The clock on the nightstand read 5:03 am, which meant I still had plenty of time to get home before my wife got off work. I disentangled myself from J as softly as I could so as to not wake him up, before I proceeded to gather my clothes. With one final glance at the gorgeous boy lying naked on the bed, I left quietly. I felt cheerful on the way home, invigorated in a way I hadn't been in forever. I didn't even feel that bad about cheating. I took a long shower, humming to myself as I thought back to my encounter with J, how great it had felt. There was something about being with a man that I'd forgotten how much I loved. I got back in bed, wishing I had J in my arms again, and drifted off to sleep, part of me thinking this was one itch I needed scratched once, to get out of a bad slump. That it would never happen again. Boy was I wrong. A few nights later, while my wife was none the wiser about my little escapade and off to work, desire rose in me again. I had been getting a regular stream of messages on Grindr from the moment I'd set up an account, but none had ever really picked my interest the way J's had—though I was particularly horny, too, that night. So I found myself checking the app not too long after that first encounter with J, starting to feel bad that I was looking once again for another fuck. It made me wonder just how far I would go with this, and how long I could keep it from my wife. She didn't deserve to be cheated on, but I had needs—needs that she couldn't fulfill. I found new messages from J I had missed, and ignored the others', intrigued by what the young jock had to say. I had a great time last night. I'd like to see you again, if you're up for it. J had sent later in the day after our time together. I felt flattered, but didn't know what to say. Not that I had to say anything. I could just leave things there, never see that boy again. I then noticed the green circle indicating J21DL was online, and he noticed I was online too as he messaged me instantly. Hey, Daddy How're you doing? I swallowed, my cock stirring to life as I read the word Daddy, and I cursed J for having made it a trigger for my hard-on. Good thing Brandon never called me that. I felt awful, just thinking about my own son who had no clue his old man had had sex with someone his age—and had role-played together as father and son. I didn't even know that I could look Brandon in the eye now and not have mixed feelings. I hoped to God I would not start fantasizing about having sex with him—so far, I hadn't thought about it, so I deemed myself in the clear. I certainly had thought about having sex with J again, however. Feeling horny, you? I replied. I feel like I'm always horny, J said. Do you want to come over? It didn't take me as long as last time to make up my mind, and I almost felt bad. It was just sex, and at least I wasn't sleeping around with everything that moved, right? Besides, J said he had a girlfriend too, so this was just like an arrangement between friends, I told myself. On my way, I sent before getting ready. I chose to go with tight jeans and an even tighter shirt, which, I realized once I was in my car, J probably wouldn't even get to see, if things happened the same way it did last time. J seemed keen on not showing his face, which suited me just fine. If neither of us knew what the other looked like, there was less of a chance for our other halves to find out we were sleeping with each other, I figured. Once I got to J's room, surprised that I hadn't run into any of his frat brothers, my eyes were met with darkness, same as last time, except this time I was greeted with a forceful kiss that sent my back colliding with the door. I got on with the program, taking J in my arms and enjoying the feel of his body reunited with mine. It was only a few days since we last saw each other, but I found that I'd actually missed the kid. He was such a great kisser, and I'd almost forgotten how ripped he was. I let my hands explore his body all over again, my fingers feeling the tight muscles underneath his shirt. "I missed you, Daddy," J whispered in my ears. "I want you so bad." That boy was going to be the end of me, I thought as I let him nip at my jaw, down to my neck. I thrust my hips against his, feeling his erection caressing mine. His hands undid my jeans quickly, freeing my cock for his fingers to expertly stroke, and my shirt followed soon after. J was quick to get naked, leaving only his underwear on. "Let's get on the bed," I said, keeping my voice low, just like last time, and J didn't waste time following my suggestion as he threw me on the mattress and straddled me. I cupped his ass, grinning against his lips as I felt his exposed glutes. The horny slut had worn a jockstrap just for this occasion, and my cock slid perfectly between his cheeks. I'd actually dreamt about J's ass, and couldn't stop thinking about breeding that sweet hole, even though I knew that couldn't happen. "Your cock feels so good, Daddy," J said, his hips moving frantically back against my erection. "Your hole feels even better," I countered, using a hand to guide my leaking cock over his hole. I could feel J reaching back with a hand, slipping one finger inside his ass. He coated my cock with lube, as I looked for a condom. "And it's all ready for you," he said, helping me put the damn piece of latex over my cock. I felt even more confined as before, and really didn't like the feel of it, but I was ready to do anything to get inside this boy. J slid over my cock slowly, his hole still tight even if he'd prepped himself earlier, and it felt as amazing as before. Pretty soon we were fucking hard and fast, with J straddling me and kissing me, his own cock grinding against my abs. It was funny how enamored I could be with someone whose real name and face I didn't even know, but here I was, having the time of my life with a virtual stranger that liked to pretend I was his dad. "Yeah, just like that, Daddy," J said, the words sounding so sweet to my ears. "You feel so good." Our arms were wrapped around each other, and the way we talked, it didn't feel like J was just a cheap fuck. It really did feel like we were making love, and I was high from it. "You know," J started, between kisses. "I got tested the other day." "Yeah?" I asked, curious and excited as to where he was going with this. "Mmhhmm," he hummed, kissing me again. "I'm clean. What about you?" "I've never had to," I honestly answered, but couldn't help wishing I had, at the moment. "Shame," he said, with a sigh. "We could've gotten rid of this," he added as he pulled my cock out and pulled on the condom, the material springing back on my cock when he released it. "Fuck," I whispered, my cock twitching with interest. "I'm going to do that first thing in the morning." "Are you sleeping with anyone else, Daddy?" J asked, with a low tone, his voice laced with...jealousy? He sounded almost possessive, as he sat back on my cock, eliciting a groan from me. Fuck, I'd never felt as desired as I did in this instant. It shouldn't turn me on as much, but it did. "No, just you, baby boy," I replied and kissed him, fingers running through his soft hair as I picked up the pace again. "I've only slept with my wife for decades now, no one else. Except you." "Good," he muttered, kissing me again, slowly this time, his hands cupping my face and his hips having stopped moving. "Next time, once you're tested, you can fill me up with your sweet Daddy cum." "I'm certain I'm clean," I almost begged, desperate to feel all of J, with nothing between us. "Ah ah," he protested with a finger on my lips. "Be patient, Daddy. It'll be worth it." I groaned, frustrated, but was silenced with another kiss. I felt empty all of a sudden, when J pulled out again, leaving my cock cold in the air. "You know what, though? I could breed you," J said, his hands stroking my ass. "I'm clean, so it's safe for you, right? And, I mean, you have a perfect bubble butt, too, Daddy." "Is that what you want?" I asked, rolling on my side so he could have better access to my behind. I couldn't remember the last time anyone had fucked me, but I couldn't deny I was interested. I couldn't believe I was actually entertaining the idea, letting this kid bareback me? For all I knew, he could be lying about his STD lab results. It seemed all my blood had gone to my cock, with nothing left for my brain, though, because I said, "You want to fuck Daddy?" "Fuck yeah," J said, rolling me all the way over on my belly as he lay down on me, his cock teasing my hole. J was leaking even more precum than I was, and he used it as lube, fingers stretching my hole and wetting it with precum. I groaned, even more turned on than I thought possible, loving the way his precum felt as he worked me. "Fuck, J," I muttered, and groaned even louder when I felt his tongue. "You taste so good, Daddy," J said, and kept working on my hole with his magic tongue for what felt like an eternity, driving me insane "Come on," I said. I couldn't take another second of this teasing. I wanted J inside me, I wanted J's cum coating my insides. "Come on, what, Daddy?" the little fucker asked as he came back up to my ears, lips kissing my cheek. "Tell me what you want." "I want you to fuck me." "Good. And how do you want my cock?" "Raw," I answered with a final tone, and that was all it took before J was entering me with his beautiful cock. It took a few seconds to adjust at first, but with more lube, the slide got easier and easier. I was in heaven. I did forget how wonderful it felt, having a cock inside you, and I was glad we weren't using a condom. J was enthusiastic, and quickly enough, he was thrusting franctically, hitting my sweet spot repeatedly until I saw stars. "You like that, Daddy? Like your son's raw cock up your ass?" J said, his dirty mouth never ceasing to fuel my desire for him. My mind was numb, and I could barely muster a whispered Fuck as he kept on pounding me. I never thought, back when I got married, that I would one day end up here, having a cock up my ass. "I'm going to come," J warned me, and I pushed back against him, tightening my grip around his cock. "Where do you want my cum?" "Inside me, fill me up, son," I said, and J obliged immediately. I felt everything, every single spurt of cum as his cock pulsated inside me, and it was the best feeling in the world. In those short few seconds, I knew I'd gotten the taste of something addictive, and that I would have a hard time going back. As J pulled out and rolled me on my back, I realized I'd actually come myself, inside the condom I'd forgotten was still on, just from the feel of J's cum inside me. "I see you really liked that, didn't you, Daddy?" J said, as he slipped the condom off of me, and emptied the content into his mouth. He was such a nasty little jock, and I loved him for it. I grabbed him and kissed him, tasting once again my cum on his tongue while his stayed inside me. We lay next to each other, making out leasurely, while stroking each other's bodies. When it came time for me to leave, J held me tighter, and kissed me harder. "I wish you didn't have to leave," he said, and I looked at him, trying to see his face, but failing to. I could vaguely discern his nose and sharp jaw, which was stubbled, and I knew he had short, soft hair. He was handsome. "I'll see you soon, sweetheart," I said. It was insane, how quickly we'd grown fond of each other, but it felt...right. "Promise?" "Promise," I replied, knowing I couldn't with clear certainty I couldn't get away from J now. As I walked to my car, with J's cum still inside me, I couldn't stop thinking about the next time I could have him filling me up again. I was hooked.

A/N : This idea came to me as I was looking for incest videos, and I just had to write it down. This is going to be a slow buildup, I hope you enjoy it. —————————————— Fuck, you're hot, man. I read the latest message I got on Grindr, looking at the pics from the sender—J21DL, who was just 15 miles away. Just body shots, and what a body it was—all smooth, defined bouncy pecs, and rock hard abs. His screen name explained why he didn't show his face—I didn't show mine either, after all. It made my dick stir in anticipation, as I scrolled through his racier pics—which he'd unlocked for my viewing. J21DL had a nice round ass, and a clean, tight-looking hole. His last pic, where he was kneeling, ass in the air, hands spreading his fat cheeks apart, almost made me come. I lay in bed, naked, stroking my cock. My wife was working a night shift—again—and here I was, all horned up. I've been getting lonely ever since my son went off to college 3 years ago, and my wife started taking more shifts at the hospital. We kept missing each other, what with my day job and her night job. I didn't see much of her, and all those nights spent alone really did a job on my sex drive. So I channeled that frustration into working out, shedding all the fat I'd gotten from all those marital years, to the point where I looked pretty ripped now—if all the attention I was now getting was any indication. I loved fooling around with guys when I was in college—hell, some the hottest sex I'd had was with guys—and hadn't had the opportunity to do so since I got married. I kept to myself, watching gay porn, chatting online with cam guys, but I never actually went all the way and cheated on my wife. That's where I crossed the line. Until tonight. Thanks, you're pretty hot yourself, I replied to the young college guy. White guys aren't my type, usually, but even I couldn't deny how gorgeous that young stud was. And horny as I was, I couldn't help but fantasize about how great that bubble but would feel, bouncing against my hips, with my cock up that tight hole. I shared my locked pics with him, one which showed my happy trail down to my hard 8-inch cock. Another with my profile, highlighting the curve of my ass. Fuck... J21DL said. I need that cock inside me. Yeah? Fuck yeah. My GF's studying for an exam, and I'm horny as fuck. Come over. I paused, a war raging inside me. Oh how I wanted to plow that young thing all night long. But I wanted to be faithful to my wife. Hell, that kid was the same age as Brandon, my son. I couldn't do that to them. Could I? Wish I could, kid, I eventually sent. Why can't you? I'm married. That's even hotter, he replied. Part of my agreed, and I groaned in frustration. A few seconds later, I received a pic from him. Come on, man, I need your big cock in me. Damn, kid, I replied as I squeezed my cock. You're kind of cheating already right now anyway. Might as well go all the way now. Was I, though? Was this cheating? Fuck, I wasn't thinking clearly, horny as I was. As I looked at the empty space next to me, then to my raging hard cock, I made up my mind. Fuck it, give me your address, I said, and within half an hour, I was leaving my car and standing before a fraternity house, cock still hard in my cargo shorts. I'd left in a hurry, didn't even bother putting on underwear—I'd just grabbed a tank top and a pair of shorts. I entered the house, the front door left unlocked as J said it would. Thank God, Brandon hadn't joined a frat. At least I wouldn't be caught by my son tonight. The front door will be open, come up the stairs, first door on your left. I'll be waiting for you on my bed, ass up for you to take. Just come in, don't say a word, fuck me real good, then leave. I don't want my brothers to hear us. As promised, I found one beautiful boy standing on all fours on a queen size bed, his perfect bubble butt in front of me. I could barely see inside his room, dark as it was, but I didn't care much at the moment. I didn't waste time and kneeled in front of J, taking a good whiff of his musky scent before lapping up at his hole. I dug my tongue in, reveling in the soft moaning that left his mouth. I slapped his hole with my cock then, letting my head rub back and forth over his hole, teasing the entrance. My cock was leaking precum like I'd never seen before, and I was smearing it all over J's hole, the thought of filling that young boy's ass with my cum turning me on even more than I already was. "You want that cock?" I asked as I plastered myself over his back, nipping at his earlobe while I kept grinding my cock between his ass cheeks. "Yeah, fuck me," he replied, and then put a condom in my hand. I took it, not letting my disappointment come through, and sat back on my feet. I grabbed the bottle of lube J had left on the bed and poured a good amount on his hole, slipping my fingers through. "Fuck," he muttered as I slipped on the condom. The latex felt weird on my cock, as I hadn't used a condom in forever, and even a little constricting. I didn't like it, but I wanted to respect this young man's wishes—I knew I was clean, but who knew what diseases he carried. I didn't need to be caught with an STD. Soon enough, I was ready—and so was J—and slowly entered the young jock's hole. "Ooh fuck, yeah, just like that," he whispered, encouraging me to pick up the pace. I slipped in an out of him slowly at first, loving how crazy I was making him. I wanted to tease him until he went wild with want, and begged me to fuck him senseless. "Come on, old man, fuck me," he said, thrusting his ass back against my cock. How I wish I could see his face right now, and so I rolled him over, my cock still inside, trying to get a good look of his face. Sadly, it was too dark, so I traced his features with my fingers, stroked his smooth young face and plump lips. J had really soft hair, and I couldn't help but lean down and kiss him. He kissed back like a starved kid, and that spurred me to fuck him harder. J wrapped his arms around my broad back as I plowed his ass, swallowing his moans with my mouth as my balls slapped his ass. I was in heaven, fucking this pretty young thing, and for a moment, I forgot I was a married man in his late forties. "Mmhh, yeah, just like that, Daddy," J said, the last word making me pause. Had he just called me...daddy? "Don't stop, fuck me, Daddy." There was that word again, sparking something inside me. I found myself even more turned on at the thought of fucking my own son, which was crazy as fuck. I had never even thought of that before. J awoke a beast in me, and I found myself fucking him even harder. There was no way his frat brothers couldn't hear us, even if we kept our mouth shut, the sound of my balls hitting J's ass was pretty loud. "You like that, son?" I whispered near J's ear, getting myself into this little roleplay he got us into. "Like Daddy's big cock in you?" "Fuck, yeah, Daddy," J said, his arms bringing me even closer to him for a sloppy kiss. "Love you, Daddy." "Love you too, baby boy," I replied, feeling my load coming. "I'm going to cum, son." "Cum inside me, Daddy," he said, and just like that, I came undone, bursting inside J's hole, wishing there was no barrier between us. I pulled out of him, and took of the filled condom off my cock, and was about to tie it up when J stopped me with a firm hand. "Don't throw it away," J said, taking the condom off my hands. "Such a waste." "What are you doing?" I asked, not seeing clearly what the kid was up to. "I'm tasting your cum, Daddy," he replied, and there I could see the condom inside his mouth, J tilting the end up to make my cum slid down his mouth. It was the hottest thing I 'd ever seen in my life. "Fuck, you taste so good, Daddy." "Jesus Christ, son," I said, pinning him down on his bed to kiss him. I tasted my self on his tongue, and man, that tasted damn amazing. My cock was getting hard again, and I felt J's own hard cock grinding against mine. He was moaning pretty loud as we kept kissing, our cocks sliding together in bliss, until he, too, came. I felt his cock pulsating along mine, and that made me come again. "You feel so good, Daddy," he whispered, hands roaming all over my back as we kept sliding our bodies up and down. "Thank you." "You're welcome, baby," I said, pulling away to look at the mess on his belly. I couldn't resist the sight of all the glistening cum on his abs, and leaned down, lapping up everything I could. "Give me some," J said, and I obliged, keeping all the cum in my mouth until I could lock my lips with his. We shared the cum between our tongues, my body flushed against his. I never wanted to leave J, his gorgeous body connecting with mine, his strong thighs tangled up in mine. At the moment, I didn't regret my decision, even if it meant I was a cheater. I had one of the best nights of my life, and I couldn't care less, I thought as I dozed off with J in my arms.

Ok, first time posting so bare with me. The following story takes place a couple of years ago when I first turned 18; I'd been together with the same woman since my freshman year of high school and had only had a thought or two about anything gay, I hadnt even kissed a man yet. On that fateful night I was sexually frustrated; my gf had gone to Barbados with her parents for a week and masterbating didnt cut it anymore, so I was horny and losing patience. The second night she was gone I had been trying to get off watching some porn but was slowly getting annoyed cus I couldnt get hard. It was then, in my stoned haze, my fingers wandered down to my tight asshole and started lightly brushing the entrance. I stopped after the first finger opened me open and, embarassed, I began rolling a joint. I started smoking and looking for another porn vid to help me cum, somehow drifting into gay porn. I was halfway through a scene of a large black man stretching a tiny white boy with his massive cock that I took notice of my own fingers; sloppily playing with my hole like a womans pussy. I wasnt embarassed this time though and instead going over scenarios in my head, meeting a black god and letting him take my anal virginity. Maybe it was the pot, maybe it was because I was so horny; either way I hopped on google to look for a way to meet men. I was too nervous to try an app, afraid it would show up on my phone plan, and felt craigslist was my best bet for discretion. So off I went, taking sexy pucs for my ad and my gf the furthest thing from my mind. All i could think of was being loved by a real man, a new sensation almost too intoxicating for me to handle. After a painfully long twenty minutes, I had my first reply; 38, 6ft2, ripped like hercules with five images attached of a monstrous 9in cut cock. That was the first of many times I felt my pussy wink. I gave him the address of my gfs parents house, where I wait alone with my right hand fingering myself at the thought of what was about to happen. There was a knock on the door and my heart skipped a beat, I opened it to find the sexiest man Ive ever seen in real life. He was easily double my size; me being 5ft6, 130lbs, lean and toned. I walked him into the bedroom and expressed that it was my first time with a man with anxious shaking in my voice. "Dont worry, boy, Ill take things nice and slow..." He with a deep and sensual growl, he removed his shirt and instructed me to get undressed. Removing my pants first, leaving my boxers on, I took my shirt off; only for him to be towering above me once I was able to see again. He gripped my freshly-shaved chin and tilted my head upwards, splitting my lips open with his massive tongue and started gently massaging my own tongue. I fell into his massive build, the warmth of his body heating me like a furnace, his large hands slipped my boxers to the floor and began kneeding my tiny ass with such sexual force it had me moaning like Id only ive heard my gf moan. I was releasing deep slutty moans each time his tongue left my mouth to take a breath. "Mmm...you like my tongue that much, boy?" He asked, running his tongue across my lips; i instinctually lapped at him with my tongue until we were drowning in one anothers spit once again. At some point his manly fingers had found, and subsequently entered, my tight boy-pussy. "Ill take that as a yes." He laughed, removibg one hand from my ass to unbutton his pants and allow them to fall to the floor. I didnt have to see it, I could feel his massive god cock pressing into my tummy; his heavy balls draped over my painfully hard cock. "On your knees." The god ordered with a slap on my ass, I sank to my knees and came face-to-face with his ebony python; illuminated in an orange glow from the dim light and dripping a stream of precum into a puddle between us. "...oh." I said when the monster jumped, the god laughed and brushed the back of my head; bringing my closer to his meat. "Show it some love...pretend we're kissin again." He said soothingly. I gulped, this is it, after I inevitably swallow this perfect cock Ill never be able to be with my gf the same ever again... I tried shoving his entire cock down my throat in one go, gagging violently and pulling away; only for my godly love to force his rod back into my mouth, his pubes shoved into my nose and I breifly tried to fight it before giving in. He fucked my throat so deep and for so long that I my voice came out raspy and raw. "Please...be my first?" I laud down on my beck and opened my legs like id seen my gf do when shes too drunk and really horny. "I want you inside me." I growled and he lept on top of me, his cock sliding into my ass crack; the warmth caused my hole to twitch like a strobe light. "You got a condom, boy?" The god asked while aiming his dick at my pussy. I thought, only for a split second, about the box of condoms in the bedside table but instead found myself pushing my ass closer; until his cock-head was halfway inside of me. He smiled and grunted, bending his head to invade my mouth with his loving tongue again. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his wide waist while he slowly pushed his 9in throbbing monster into my virgin hole. Eventually his head tore passed my first ring and I moaned like a whore, spit trailing between our mouths like slugs, his tongue returned to my mouth and I attempted to open my hole wider for him. Over the course of the next thirty minutes he was balls deep and we were both glistening with sweat. "How you feelin'?" He breathed deeply, staring me in the eyes, his mouth slick with our spit. "Make me yours." I said hungrily and he dove back into my mouth, now feeling free to start pumping my pussy. It hurt only for a few minutes, but the next hour was nothing but intense sloppy pleasure. Hed been ramming into me full force for a while, causing me to scream and beg for more of his dick with every thrust, when suddenly i felt the entire length of his meat throb and pulsate; it was magical. "Im...gonna cum...fuck." He said in between strained breaths, waiting for my say so on where to drop his load. I wrapped my body around his again and drove him impossibly deep in my cunt. "Fill me, baby." I whispered, raspy and exhausted, I licked at his tongue and his full lips met mine in a kiss so deep and hot that I sprayed almost a gallon of cum. Then his pistoned like an angry bull, raging into my hole; his cock throbbing like mad and our bodies melding into each other with sweat and passion. He bottomed out into me that his balls slapped violently against my ass, when his cock head ground across my prostate I began to cum again, exploding like a fountain when I felt his cock empty a buckets-worth of molten love juice into the depths of my new pussy. He stayed in me for almost twenty minutes, grinding his cum into the walls of my pussy while his cock got soft. He left a moment later, leaving me in a puddle of fluids on the bed I fucked my girlfriend on the night she got back. I didnt wash the sheets either.

This is the story of my wife's second threesome. This happened about two months after we started dating, long before we married. Her first threesome, about two weeks before, had been a success, but the guy's cock was just average, and my wife is a complete size-queen. We decided to do another one, and put up an ad on an internet dating service. I honestly don't remember which one, but possibly adult friend finder. We got an answer from a guy named Will, a black guy, built like a running back (and he was a former CFL player), with an 8" slab of thick cut meat. At the time I was living alone in a loft apartment, and my future wife had a room-mate, so I arranged our date for friday night at 7. Zoe showed up around 6 with an overnight bag and a bottle of good rum, She was shaved (the girl is typical greek girl hairy, but she shaves aggressively), her ass was douched, her hair arranged in gorgeous ringlets. She slithered her 6'3" volleyball body into a skintight red lycra minidress, black fishnet pantyhose, and red hooker heels. Slut red lipstick rounded out the look, which was basically 'escort you cannot afford'. I mixed her a good strong rum and orange juice, to calm her nerves. She tossed it back, then nursed a second one. A glow rising on her chest and cheeks. At 7:05 the buzzer rang, and I went down to let our guest in. He looked better than his photos, actually. About six feet tall, 260, one of those guys that is solid and muscular, but doesn't really taper at the waist. His arms were big, muscular and defined, he had obviously stayed in shape after leaving football. I led him to the freight elevator that serves our lofts, cliche as fuck but still fun. It's actually been used to shoot films since I lived there. I've often regretted selling it. I ushered him in, to find my wife mixing herself a third drink, and one for each of us. We sat down in the living room, beneath the large shelf that held the bedroom on the second level. We chatted. His drawl was from Atlanta, it turned out, where he had played college football as first an end, and then a fullback. He'd spent a few years playing for the BC Lions, and chosen to stay in Canada. His citizenship had actually only been confirmed that year, and since football he had gone to UBC, graduated, and worked for one of the hospitals as a pharmacist. He was easy to get along with, and quickly my wife was touching him and flirting, teasing him. Eventually she came right out and asked us to take her up to bed, so we did. She was quite drunk, giggling when I threw her on the bed and told Will to rip the crotch of her fishnets. Of course there were no panties beneath, and Will immediately went down on her tasty cunt. He lubed his fingers and began to play with her asshole as well, quickly getting deep with two fingers, and making her grunt and cum hard within the first minutes. He kept his fingers grinding in her hole while he roughly ate her cunt, pushing deep as though smearing the walls. Years later figured out that was exactly what he was doing. I knelt at her face, alternating between fucking her throat, and allowing her to show off her skills. Soon he and I switched, I smiled as he forced her to clean and suckle her ass from his fingers. I had told him she was new to anal (She *hated* anal, until I spent an hour of our first date showing her how it was supposed to feel when the guy actually knows what he's doing!), but that she loved it, and was desperate to try DP. She was really drunk, so drunk I was wishing i'd curbed her a bit earlier, but nothing to be done now, so I lifted her long legs to my shoulders and entered her. She moaned around his thick cock, as she slurped and teased him. I made her shudder and cum. He fucked her mouth and gagged her, she clamped on my cock so hard as to pop me out. We switched, and he rolled on a rubber. She moved to all fours, a sloppy horny drunken princess, her tight dress hiked up around her hips, and pulled down from her high, firm breasts. Her mouth sought out my cock again, as Will went to enter her pussy. Problem was, with the rubber on, he wasn't staying hard. We switched again, she sucked him to rock hard and huge, rubber went on and it faded. She was so fucking desperate. Finally she looked straight at me and said, 'let him fuck me bare!' You need to understand that I had a vasectomy, she had no problem with me barebacking her, but she was NOT on the pill. I had not seen her so drunk before, but frankly the idea of this guy fucking her raw was hot, so I nodded. 'You heard the lady', I said, 'if you want to take her bare, it's her choice.' He grinned ear to ear, pulled off the rubber, and stroked it hard. I took Zoe's face in my hands and looked in her eyes 'He's going to take you now! Bare and fucking huge!' She moaned fuzzily, fucking wasted drunk, and my cock stirred realizing what I could do with this pliant little whore. She moaned and kissed me as he slid his slab into her, calling her a 'Good little slut for our hard cocks, aren't you Zoe? All drunk and whoring yourself out, aren't you Zoe? Showing your man what a nasty little bitch you are, so desperate for that big black cock you'll even let me breed you!' She moaned and came hard, mumbling to me what a slut she was, how she wanted to be our whore, that we could do what we liked...

A/N : Loving your feedback, guys, it gets me going with this story. I've finally found a face (and body) for J21DL, Antonio Pozo. Here are my two characters (I always like having a visual in my head, I find it much more stimulating). I've been reading amazing incest stories lately, and keep watching porn while writing this, trying to keep myself from coming before I can finish a chapter. Anyway, enjoy part 3 ! ———————————————————————— After that second time with J, I went home that night more satisfied than I'd felt in a long time. I took a quick shower, doing my best to clench my ass so as to not spill J's precious cum. I went to bed, alone, fingering myself. My hole was still a bit sensitive, but what little fluid was left helped my fingers slide in and out easily. I couldn't stop thinking about J's cock inside me, pounding my ass with his own cum, and just in a short few minutes, I blew another load on my belly. Breathing heavily, I grabbed my phone and snapped a pic that I immediately sent to J. Just shot another load fingering myself with your cum, son, I sent. Fuuuuck, J typed back. Why are you torturing me like this? You did this to me, I replied. Turned me into a horny cumwhore. You better come see me tomorrow night, J sent. I will, I answered. I did see J again the next night, which went on about the same as the previous ones, back in his room. I still didn't know what he looked like exactly, and found that I didn't really care. I just wanted to fuck him, and have him fuck his load inside me. He still insisted on me using a condom until I had time to get tested. I thought I would have time, but my work was keeping me busy, unfortunately. By the time I was off work, all the labs were closed. I lost count of all the times we saw each other in the span of three weeks, but I'd grown addicted to him, and it seemed he couldn't get enough of me either. He kept me hooked with regular pictures of him, of his bubble butt—in his room, or at the gym. He was such a dirty fucker. One night, on the last Friday of the semester, I had to decline J's offer to come over. Can't, wife will be home, I replied, and heaved a sigh. My wife had the weekend off, unfortunately. I wish I could have J all the time now. She didn't work this Friday, and Brandon would be coming home on Monday for spring break. He had some parties to attend this weekend, to celebrate the end of the semester—I didn't blame him—and would come home for a few days with his girlfriend. I hadn't seen my son in a while, and felt guilty about it, knowing I had gone plenty of times to his college to meet up with J the last three weeks. I hoped right then Brandon and J didn't know each other—that would be awkward as fuck. Let me know when you're able to get away, was J's last message before I fell asleep, wondering how I could indeed get away. My day went on as usual, except I finally took the time to make a quick stop on my lunch break by the nearest lab to get tested. I wanted to be able to have bareback sex with J as soon as possible, and was a bit put out when I was told I'd get the results next week. I stayed at work late, knowing my wife was already home waiting for me. I'd replied to a couple of her texts, asking me what I wanted to do tonight. I entertained the thought of telling her I had a work thing to meet up with J, but felt too much like an asshole to actually go through with it. In the end, I decided to hold my lust in check, and just go through the weekend without J. I rolled through the motions, pretending with my wife, Kate, that I wasn't cheating on her. Spending time with her after my first time with J turned out to be easier than I'd thought. I was worried that everything would change between us, but she was still the same person I'd married years ago. She always had been fun to talk to, and we certainly wouldn't have lasted as long together if we didn't get along as well as we did. Looking at her now, though, I didn't feel as turned on as I used to, even if she still looked good. My cock had gotten a taste of something much sweeter, and didn't want anything else. Thankfully, Kate didn't seem that keen on getting it on, so I didn't have to fake anything in bed with her. I kept in touch with J over the weekend, exchanging pics with him in the middle of the night in the bathroom, jerking off to the thought of his ass around my raw cock, and vice versa. I couldn't wait to be back with him again. Before I knew it, it was Monday, and Brandon came home late in the morning. I greeted my son with a hug, surprised by how much he had bulked up since the last time I saw him—which was last summer, I realised. Had it really been that long? I chastised myself, and vowed to try to keep in better touch with Brandon. "Good to see you, son," I said, my cock starting to harden just from saying that last word, and I cursed myself, making sure to pull my hips back a bit from the hug. Holy hell, Brandon's arms were huge, I noticed, as was his chest. I almost didn't recognise him, if not for his familiar face, which looked even more chiseled as before. "Hey, Dad," Brandon greeted back with a pat on my back and a grin. He looked so much like I did when I was in age it froze me for a second. He had grown a lot since his teenage years, away at college. He had an athletic build from all the years of swimming he did, and it looked like he'd put in a lot of hours in the gym lately. "Hi, honey," Kate said as she hugged our son. "Where's Julie? I thought you were going to bring her home with you." "Her sorority took her on a last minute trip to Hawaii," Brandon replied with a sad smile, and I felt for him. In the back of my mind, I wondered where J would spend his spring break. He had been vague in his texts when I asked him, and just told me we'd figure a way out to meet. "I'm going to join her next week." I grabbed Brandon's suitcase and left him alone with his mother. I was happy to have him home, realising now how much I missed him. As he'd grown up, we'd spent less time together, but we'd always gotten along well. He was much closer to Kate, which was just fine by me. I was just proud that my son had turned into a respectable young man, working towards being a lawyer. We had an enjoyable late lunch in our backyard, with me firing up the grill under the sun. I'd missed having quality time like this with my family, and at that moment, I felt bad about my cheating with J. It could destroy all the good we had built together. I tried to put those thoughts aside and just enjoy my family. After lunch, Brandon and I took advantage of the sunny day to dip in our pool. Kate had gone out shopping with her friends before her night shift, leaving the two of us alone. I could assess then just how ripped Brandon had become, with him walking around in his swim trunks, and I was relieved when I realised I wasn't actually attracted to my son, even when the latter looked as good as he did. I was saved, I thought, and that thing I had with J really was just some innocent role-play and not some actual incestuous lust. "When did you have time to hit the gym, Dad?" Brandon asked me as he swam towards me, with me resting against the side of the pool. "After work," I answered, shutting my eyes as I enjoyed the sun on my face and the cool water surrounding me. After that swim, I retired to my office to take care of some paperwork, leaving Brandon to his own occupations. I had received my test results that day, which was faster than I thought, and I was glad to have my negative status confirmed. Kate dropped by the house in a flash before leaving for work, wishing us both a good night. Brandon and I had a laid-back dinner watching football, drinking beer. It was a great day, and I had managed to take J off my mind, for the most part. That night, I was by a pure stroke of luck, alone at home, as Brandon had left earlier for another party at his college. When I went to bed around 11 pm, I couldn't stop myself from checking my phone. J had just sent me a message. Hey, Daddy Miss me? I tried to stop myself, thinking about my wife and son, but as I looked at J's pics again, my cock came to life. You know I do, I replied. I want to see you. I really wanted to see him too, but couldn't figure out how. I didn't know when Brandon was going to be home tonight, or if he would be at all—he hadn't specified. I couldn't risk Brandon finding out I was out of the house in the middle of the night. And having J over was even less of a possibility. Brandon walking in on me and J doing the deed would be an epic disaster. I can't tonight, I replied, not giving him any details. Wife home? No. Then why can't you? My son's at a party, he could be home any minute, I finally answered after a few minutes debating with myself. Just ask him when he thinks he's going to leave, J suggested, five minutes later, which wasn't a bad idea. I proceeded to send a text to Brandon, saying I could go pick him up if he was too drunk as a pretext, and awaited his reply with anticipation. Don't wait on me, I'm just going to crash here, Brandon replied a couple of minutes later, and I almost shouted in victory. So? J prompted. We're clear, my son's not coming home tonight. Where do you want to meet? I sent J, heart already beating fast as I psyched myself up. I was more excited than I thought possible, knowing I would see J again, behind both my wife and son's backs, no less. My earlier reservations were all gone, and I stopped myself from questioning my integrity. How about your place? I'd love to get knocked up on the same bed you got your wife pregnant, J said. Fuck, if that idea didn't make me almost blow a load right there. Was it reasonable, though? I'd have to use another set of sheets especially for this occasion, so as to not raise suspicions from Kate. There were too many risks involved, but I wanted to fuck J so badly, and I was so tired of his dark room at the fraternity that I succumbed to the idea. I gave him my address, and left him the same set of instructions he'd given me the very first time we met up. I quickly changed the bedsheets, keeping the previous ones on hand to put them back on afterwards. Soon enough, I had cleaned myself, and waited for J, lying flat on my stomach, naked. J didn't take long, and he announced his arrival with a whispered Fuck from the doorway. I waited patiently for him to come to me for what felt like an eternity. Was he backing down now? Why was he taking so long? I turned to look at him and ask him what was wrong—I would finally see his face, as my room was better lit from the moonlight than his was—but before I could face him, I felt J's body on top mine, pressing my face back on my pillow. For a long while, we just lay there, one on top of the other, with J's naked body feeling as amazing as ever. I was still surprised by the amount of precum J could leak as he kept rubbing the head of his cock between my cheeks, teasing my hole. He slipped his head in and out, and I couldn't stop the moans that escaped me as J licked and kissed my neck. "You feel so good, Daddy," J whispered as he finally penetrated me all the way. His cock felt a little dry, with nothing but his precum and some of his spit to ease the entrance. I heard him spit a bit more. He quickened the pace, fucking me hard and fast in a matter of seconds, and I found myself muffling my moans into the sheets as I took his big cock. He was so gentle with his hands caressing my body, yet so powerful with his hips hitting my ass. I felt alive, getting pounded by this hot jock, and I definitely felt younger. It all made sense, that I would enjoy being with him so much. The thrill of cheating was amazing, and the fact that I was doing it was another man half my age, pretending to be my son, added to the thrill. "Fuck, Daddy, I'm going to cum," J said after a good half hour of pouding, the burning sensation in my hole having dissipated a while ago, replaced by the sweet glide of J's cock hitting my prostate. My own cock was trapped between myself and the mattress, precum oozing out from the head and making it wet. "Do it, son, come inside Daddy's hole," I said, encouraging J on, and groaned loudly when I felt J's seed coat my guts in spurts, his twitching cock hitting the spot with each burst of cum. I never wanted to stop feeling this, ever. It was pure bliss. "Fuuck, that's my good boy." J stayed inside me and wrapped his arms around me, peppering me with kisses until I found his mouth and met his tongue. We made out for another while before he grabbed something—a shirt, I think—to blindfold me. "What are you doing?" I asked, even as I let J proceed. "We can't take risks, right?" he whispered. "Can't let you see me, and I can't see you," he added as he used another shirt to hide the lower part of my face. I complied, even if part of me wanted to know what my young lover actually looked like. J slipped something cold in my hole, before rolling me on my back, and I felt his body again, flushed against mine, cock to cock. "There, so you don't let my load leak out," he said, his filthy words almost making me come. "I want you inside me, Daddy," J added as his thighs straddled my hips, his hands roaming over my pecs, playing with my hardening tits. He took my cock in hand, and I recognised the uneasy feeling of a condom suffocating my cock before he guided it towards his own hole. "Did you get tested?" "I did, I'm clean," I told J, expecting him to free my cock from the condom, aching to get my raw cock inside him. I felt J around my cock faster than I thought I would, and gasped in surprise, unprepared for it. "Fuck, son, please, take it off." "Just hold on," J said, not doing anything to remove the piece of latex around my cock as he kept pushing his ass back on it. J still felt good, but I knew the would feel a thousand times better if he let me bareback him. I didn't want to force him, though, so I didn't touch the condom, and put all of my frustration instead into fucking J as hard as I could with him still on top of me. It wasn't my preferred position, with me lying on my back, but I knew I would enjoy it a lot more if I could actually look up at J riding my cock, with his amazing and powerful body on display just for me. The other times we were in this position, I could at least see the outlines of J's face and body, I could see his rock hard abs, his beautiful erected cock and his balls bouncing on my own abs. "Yes, Daddy, just like that," J moaned. After a few more minutes of my frantic thrusts, I felt something weird, and all of a sudden, it was as though my cock expanded inside J, and it was getting warmed up so sweetly I almost cried. The condom had broken, I recognised the feeling for what it was. What I was feeling was J, all of him, at last, with nothing separating us. "Son," I panted between thrusts. "The condom broke." As soon as I let the words out, I heard J cry out, and felt his wet release hit my nose and chest. I picked up the drops he left me and swallowed them all. Then I followed suit, unloading my seed inside J, just as he'd done earlier, reveling in the pleasure of finally feeling my own cum inside the young jock. "God, I've waited so long for that, Daddy," J said, rocking back and forth on my softening cock. The dirty slut had done it on purpose, I realised. He'd planned this. He'd wanted the condom to break—had probably tampered with it too. Fuck, I was getting hard again just form the thought, and was thankful I had trusted the young boy and kept the condom on form the start. My refraction period had been significantly reduced ever since I met J. "You little slut," I muttered, grinning against J's lips as he kissed me, my cock and seed still inside him. "You're such a dirty cumpig, aren't you? So hungry for Daddy's load." "Yes, Daddy," J said as I picked up where I left off, thrusting into J, meeting him half way as he pushed back on my cock. I groaned again, loving how I could feel his soft hole clenching my cock. "I love you, Dad," J said, hands cupping my face. "I love you too, son," I replied, a bit taken aback that J had used Dad instead of Daddy, but ignored it, wrapping my arms around his broad shoulders, his muscled back. As we kept grinding up against each other, my cock left his ass with a trail of my cum on his balls. Our cocks were reunited again as we let our bodies connect from head to toe, and as we kept on kissing sloppily, I felt the blindfold come off, as well as the second shirt that was initially covering my mouth, and that had been lifted down around my neck when J wanted to kiss me. I took it as my cue to open my eyes, too curious to see J clearly for the first time, with his body on top of mine, our hard cocks rubbing together. When my eyes finally adjusted to the dark, I pulled away from J's tender lips, and at last had a good look at J's face, my heart stopped dead in my chest. "Brandon?"

On Tuesday I went to my gym to work out. This is a straight gym at which there are many hot guys at whom I wouldn't stare, although I do take quick glances in the locker room. A week ago I saw a hot, heavily muscled guy in his mid twenties who was working out. After my workout I went to the sauna steam room. The place was crowded but after a minutes the muscle guy walked in, and to my surprise, out of the corner of my eye I realized he was discretely stroking his cock. He saw me looking and smiled. I returned the smile, but the sauna was too busy to do more than that. After a few minutes I went to the showers and, as is my custom, I didn't bother closing the curtain. Scarcely had I gotten under the water when the muscle guy entered the showers, taking the stall across from mine. He resumed stroking his cock so I stroked mine. As we watched each other, I noticed he had a PA in his cock, which I found somewhat surprising as I had never seen anyone wearing one while at the gym, especially a straight gym. Before long I came, blowing my load in my hand. I swallowed my load - just for his enjoyment, and he gave me a wide smile in approval. That brings me to Tuesday when I again saw him working out, and again, after my workout I entered the sauna, where I found only one guy. No sooner had I entered the sauna when the muscle guy also walked in, and within a minute or so the other guy left, so the muscle guy and I were the only two in the sauna. Muscle guy dropped his towel and I followed suit. He checked to see if anyone was coming, and apparently seeing no one, he ordered me to suck his cock. Of course I complied, PA and all. After a bit he ordered me to stand-up, and he crouched down, sucking my cock. I couldn't believe this is happening in a very straight gym, but I wasn't complaining. After sucking me for a minute or so, he stood-up, and said "I wanna see your ass," so I did an about face and bent over. In no time his raw cock and PA were deep inside my hole, no lube. He fucked me for about two minutes, and then grunted and came in my ass. After he withdrew, we both remarked we couldn't believe what had just happened and, of course, we were both relieved no one came in the sauna. I felt his cum in me the whole way home and all night. I can't wait to get back to the gym.

Fuck she was wasted! Her mouth was a sloppy slobbering hole, and she was pushing back onto Will's cock hard. We spit roast her for a while, then switched, alternating in mouth and cunt for a while. Eventually I pushed her to her belly, and invited Will to watch as I took her asshole. He talked to her as first my fingers and then the tip of my cock rubbed her puckered hole. 'Can't believe how slutty you are Zoe, you seemed like such a nice girl, but really, you're a nasty little whore, aren't you?' She nodded eagerly, and he continued 'Now both of us are going to fuck your dirty ass, and then we're going to fill you with cum. Are you going to beg for a belly full of cum, Zoe? Are you going to beg for my load in your pretty cunt? Want me to put a little black baby in you, Zoe?' My cock could not be harder, as I slipped into her asshole, and began to pump it. she moaned as I quickly got up speed, stretching her hole for the giant cock who was next. My wife was moaning, and playing along to Will's dirty talk, calling him daddy, asking him for his sperm, begging him to save his cum for her cunt. She was also cumming hard, and repeatedly, as I pounded her asshole. I pulled out, and gestured to Will, who rummaged in his jeans and produced a small case. He handed me a small rectangular tablet, 'Here, you do this one...' I looked at him, puzzled. 'What?' Little note: When we had been setting up the date, Will had said something about some bars. I had agreed, thinking he meant to meet at a bar, but later we decided to meet at the loft straight away. Turns out I had no idea that 'bar' was slang for Xanax, and will had happily stuffed a 'bar' of it up into her asshole an hour ago. Which he thought I knew. I later came to love chem sex, and be intimately familiar with booty bumping of almost every drug imaginable, but back then... My wife moaned, and I dropped my fingers down to her asshole, and played with it, as Will and I slowly realized that I had unwittingly agreed that he should, more-or-less, roofie my future wife. Xanax having roughly the same effect. This was funny as hell, and kind of hot. She was by no means a user of drugs, a little weed was as far as she went back then. But I found the situation hot as hell, so I shrugged, and slid the bar inside her asshole, and invited Will to push it further. Quietly, I said to him, 'She has no idea she's been drugged, lets keep it that way. We can just blame it on her drinking way too much.' I shrugged 'No big deal, it's kind of funny and certainly sexy as fuck. Plus we can do whatever we want as far as I can see!' He straddled her perfect ass, and slipped the tip of his big cock inside her, shifting, he thrust in, Zoe yelped, but took him easily, and I began to talk dirty to her, telling her how his huge cock was pounding into her tiny hole, and then making her suck her ass juices from my own cock. Will pumped for a while, as my girl raved in pleasure. Busting out orgasms every few minutes, until Will grunted, thrust deep, and obviously pumped a load into her asshole. I must have looked disappointed because he was quick to assure me that he was able to cum 3 or 4 times in a night. He pulled out, and a dribble of thick white cum followed. As promised, still hard, so we moved on to DP. He lay on his back, and my wife crawled on top, other hands and knees, and then lowering herself on to his cock, so fresh and slimy from her ass. She grunted as his bare cock entered her, and he pulled her down hard to him, kissed her deeply and told her she was about to get as full as a girl could get. I knelt behind her, fit my cock to her jazz smeared sphincter, and thrust in. She moaned, and started telling us what a filthy slut she was. I could feel Will's cock moving in her, moving against me, and it was out of this world. I had DP'd a slut before this, but the other guy had remained stationary, so it hadn't really felt much different. This though, was incredible. We both began to fuck harder, and she began to yell our names, and beg for our sperm. She begged Will to cum in her cunt, reminded him she was unprotected, told him she wanted his baby. It pushed him over the edge and I could literally feel it as gouts of sperm pulsed up his cock and into her. It pushed me over the edge as well, and I filled her asshole. We pulled out, and switched, this time with me on the bottom, looking into her dazed face as we stuffed her holes. Will put a third load in her ass, and I bred her cunt like that. Afterwards, we led her downstairs, sat her in the tub, and showered her with our piss, which she slurped up and swallowed, as much as she could. Will got dressed, and left. I showered the piss off her, and dragged her to bed where I fucked her twice more, once in each hole. Two guys, 9 loads of cum in one night. The next morning she didn't remember a thing after changing into her dress. I told her she had been super nervous and got blackout drunk, that we both fucked her, but then had to quit because she was so far out of it. She was mortified, and told me she would do anything to make it up to me, and to Will. Which is what led to my soon-to-be wife's first gangbang/orgy. But that's another story.

The Stables (Part 2) “Oh fuck…. oh God….. sweet fucking Jesus…. fuck me harder…” Greg moaned. The invading cock painfully penetrated his body, still he struggled to push himself onto the hard piece of flesh, determined to give the guy in the other booth the best possible experience. Greg also took pleasure in knowing the man penetrating his ass would shoot a big load into his body. The barback also worked to assist Greg in accommodating the full length of the invading cock, applying lube and some gentle pressure to Greg's body, and sure enough, before too terribly long Greg felt the cold wooden wall against his ass cheeks, a sensation that brought a real sense of achievement to him. The top, meanwhile, realizing he had reached full-depth, vigorously churned his rock-solid cock into the accommodating cunt, mumbling "Fuck, man, nice - your virgin pussy is so fucking tight.” Greg could hear other voices encouraging the stallion to increase the speed, calling out ‘Wreck his cunt’ and ‘Make him bleed’ and ‘Use him like the whore he is' were tossed about. ’ they cheered. By this point Greg was breathing heavily, and truthfully wished the experience didn't hurt so much, but he considered by advice the barback offered, that by the fourth or fifth dick the pain would subside, and he would readily be able to accommodate the biggest dick. Taking comfort in the advice Greg voluntarily reached behind himself, forcibly separated his cheeks, thereby allowing the stallion's cock to slip in just a bit deeper. “You stupid whore, I’m gonna spray my poz load into you soon” the guy on the other side grunted, adding “Come on, milk my cock. Use your greedy cunt to pull the poz load out of my balls.” Greg felt the stallion's cock punching in and out of his twat, and it seemed as if the top was loosing his self control, a suspicion which was ratified when the stallion groaned and snorted loudly, announcing “I’m shooting my junk into you, you whore… Do you feel my dirty cum, bitch?” The barback smiled, giving Greg a thumb up for a great job, also admonishing him to remain still for a minute or so, allowing the stallion's balls sufficient time to shoot their entire load into Greg's hole. Greg complied, standing still, his ass chute centered on the hole in the wall. After the guy withdrew his cock from Greg’s cunt, the twink turned around and knelt in front of the hole, thanking the poz fucker for his cum saying “Thanks for giving me your poz load, Sir. Feel free to reload me anytime.” Tom, the barback, couldn’t believe it. He watched the boy kneeling in front of the glory hole, thanking the first AIDs bloke to demolish his cunt. He almost felt sorry for him, that he and his buddies had taken advantage of an innocent in this fashion. Tom had worked as a barback for two years, but had never experienced a scenario such as that in which he had just participated. Tom, like virtually every man with whom he crossed paths, knew about the risks of bareback sex. Still, Tom considered, there are always guys who are completely innocent and inexperienced - such as the mare in the booth. This feeling didn’t last long, as another cock pushed through the glory hole and a grumpy voice told Gregory to stop this fucking advertisement and get his twat back to the glory hole and onto his cock. Greg was excited feeling the next guy required attention to his cock and so he got up and turned around. He reached for the dick behind him and led it to his freshly pozzed cunt. This time the pain was more bearable this time. Greg’s eyes were closed while he enjoyed the feeling of being fully stuffed again. The bartender told him, he had to take care of other things outside, but would be back later on. Outside he saw the fucker, who just unloaded his toxic seed into the adolescent guy. He was talking to some pals about the slut they were corrupting right now. Tom congratulated him for the great job and saw the bloody streaks on the still semi hard cock. “I hope, you don’t mind” he said and knelt down in front of the bloke, starting to lick the virgins ass juices away from the dick. He loved to taste the innocent boy’s ass for the very last time. Everything was going as planned. Meanwhile the second guy ripped Greg’s cunt open mercilessly. With the first deposit he had enough lube to fuck the whore. “Slut - Push your ass against the wall bitch… where are you going? I said, against the wall you low life. Don’t make me come over there. That’s better, dick ditch,” the guy snorted obscenely. The fellow enjoyed Greg's tight slit and concentrated on his mission to damage the mare on the other side of the partition so a different strain would get a chance to contaminate the young mare. He knew once his venom would be in his victim another guy would work his cum into the slut’s system. He wouldn’t know what had hit him….. Greg tried his best to satisfy the stallion, now convinced he had been born expressly to be on the receiving end. He wanted to actually move his ass, but it seemed to be the best to keep his asshole close to the wall and let the dude take all the action. He tried to imagine the guy on the other side, but in the end it was not important. He was just another hole - right next to the hole in the wall. Greg gasped for air. The guy on the other side hammered his prick hard into Greg’s body, which lead Greg to beg “Fuck me harder. It hurts so good man.“ “Yeah… I will seed you with my cum. You deserve it” the guy on the other side chuckled, adding “Do you want me to breed you now bitch?” “Yeah man…. breed me. Give me your load man…. Give me your fucking load please.” Greg begged. He got his wish when his ass was flooded with hot and sticky cum, while the stallion on the other side of the partition wall cursed loudly. That morning Greg hadn't been truly certain that his decision to seek-out The Stable had been the right decision, but at least at this moment Greg was convinced he existed solely to get fucked. Even as the stallion in his ass was pumping his poz load into his ass, Greg couldn’t wait to get another cock up his cunt. Oh, and his cunt was already leaking. It felt great…

Thanks Neg4PozPittsburgh for this old BBX posting.. --- I was tired of studying the other day. Logged onto Manhunt. Started jerking off. Got an email from a hot guy in his late 30s. Not normally my type but he had a fuckin banging body. Huge pecs, sleeve tattoo on his arm. Great bulging biceps. Thick uncut dick. He had a tidy trimmed black beard, brown eyes, a thick, manly forehead and black hair. His hairline was receding some which turned me on. Our dialogue follows. "U horny?" he asked. "Yeah." "Hot pics." "thanks. u 2." "U live alone?" "Have a dorm room but its a single." "Want me 2 cum over?" "Yeah." "I don't have condoms." "I don't either. If u want 2 fuck better pick sum up on way here." Twenty minutes later my room phone rang. He had arrived. I let him in. He was taller than I and power flowed from him. We made chit chat for a while and sat on my bed drinking Coronas. His jeans sported a hefty bulge in the crotch. His hands were calloused from hard work and his skin was tanned. He told me he was a builder. Then he leaned over and kissed me. It was long deep and passionate. He pushed me onto my back, pulled my shirt off. In no time we were naked and I was on my knees sucking his big floppy dick which stood hard as a rock about eight inches in front of him. He had a great furry chest and legs. Even his hard abs had a black furry coat. Then he pushed me back on my back and sucked me off for a long time. He sucked my balls, licked my piss slit, licked my ass. His tongue got real deep and felt real good. Then he fed me his dick some more and filled my throat. I could barely take it and tried to pull off but he insistently kept his big uncut manrod lodged in my gullet. "You can do it" he said gently. "Take it. Make me feel good." He was gentle but I knew I had no choice. He fucked in and out, in and out. Then I felt his thick, rough fingers probing my hole. He got out some lube and started sliding more fingers in. It was like sandpaper in my ass and I tightened up. He scraped away. Next I noticed him lubing his cock. "Did you stop to get condoms?" I asked. "No" he replied. "That sucks" I said. "We can't fuck then." "Shhh" he said gently. "Just let me poke the head in for a second." He poked in. "See not so bad" he said. I reached up and touched his huge muscular chest and stroked the hair. My hand touched his face. His beard was soft but prickly under my fingers. His dick kept poking deeper and deeper. I pulled him by the neck down to kiss me. He made out with me frantically. I could feel my heart beating like crazy. His raw dick pushed deeper and deeper into my ass and I closed my eyes to picture his precum coating my insides. I moaned. "Ok we should stop" I said. "Yeah, we should" he answered. His chocolate brown eyes connected with mine. He didn't even pause. His dick kept on pushing on in. That's when I felt his balls against my ass. "Oops all the way in" he said. He kept eye contact. "It feels real good." "Are you negative?" I asked. "Yeah, completely" he replied. He started fucking in and out. "Wait stop" I said. "Shhhhhh" he said gently. "It's great. You feel so good. Let me make you feel good." "We should have a condom" I said. "Its ok I trust you" he said, fucking harder and harder. The piston fuck was the most intense feeling of my life. "No, stop" I said. "I'll pull out in time to cum, I promise" he said. He grunted, fucking up a good sweat. My worries slowly melted and I gave over to the sensations I was feeling. Something huge was invading my guts. Pummeling in and out. "Fuck yeah" I finally said "Bareback me." His eyes lit up. "Yeah, you like that fuckin' raw dick in you?" "Fuck yeah" I said. "Give it to me raw man." "Fuck yeah, pussy boy" he hissed. "Take it. I'm gonna give it to you good." "FUCK yeah!" I said. I got more and more into it. Eventually he bent me over the bed and rammed me from behind. Then on all fours on the floor. Then he laid on his back and I slammed myself with all my might, up and down on his unprotected fuckpole. Then he got me back on my back, put my calves on his shoulders, and fucked me till he was red in the face. A big vein started to bulge in his head and he started to breath deeper. "I'm gettin' close!" he said. "Don't cum inside" I begged. I grabbed my own cock and started jerking for dear life. He gave me a few more frantic dick plunges then pulled out with a cry, "FUUUUUUUUCK!!!" He pointed his dick DIRECTLY at my hole and let loose what felt like a firehose blast of hot cum right on and in the gaping orifice. Then he plunged back in, balls deep and growled like a hungry angry predator, "SHIT!! SHITT!!!! YEA! FUCKIN SON OF A BITCH!!! OH, YEAH!!!!" He looked me in the eyes panting. "Oh that felt so good" he commented. My own dick was still hard in my hand. "Told you I'd pull out in time" he said. "But you just" "Shhhh" he cut in. "It feels really good. Enjoy it." I could feel tons of liquid dripping down my asscrack onto the sheets. "I'm still hard" he remarked, adding "I'm going to cum again, but this time inside you." He plugged my protests with his tongue and his bearded mouth enveloped mine. It hurt when it scratched against me. He started fucking in and out with his cock which was still rock hard. My ass was slick with cum. I kissed him back. It felt so fucking good. I gave over to it and let myself become his cumhole. He made love to me but also made me his object. "Fuck yeah" I groaned. "Yeah, you like that?" he asked. "Yeah" I answered. "You want my cum?" "Yeah, fuckin' cum in me." I was jerking off now. He piston fucked for about 30 seconds then started grunting. "Here it comes. Here it comes. HERE IT COMES!!!" Then his face contorted like crazy and he let out another animal, angry, vicious growl. "FUCK yea! TAKE my fuckin' load! TAKE IT!" My dick started shooting squirt after squirt of jizz all over. His cum kept dribbling down my ass as he held his dick in me for a long time. After several seconds he remarked "That was hot." "Yeah, it was" I admitted. He stood and started getting dressed. On the small of his back I noticed a little biohazard tattoo. "What's that?" I asked. "Souvenir tattoo from Miami" he said with a laugh. He kissed me. "That was a great time." I kissed him back. I felt his cum smeared dick getting hard again. "One more" he said. He shoved me face first onto the bed before I could reply and he rammed in balls deep. "AWWWWWW!" he groaned. "FUCK yeah. FUCK!" One stroke, and he shot and just came as deep as he could. "FUCK that's hot. I'm cumming in you." He dressed and left. Now I'm sitting here online looking up what the biohazard tattoo means and I'm getting worried. But it was the fucking hottest time ever. He came over again yesterday. Maybe I'll tell you about that later.

Was at the bathouse this Saturday, and there was at least 300 guys there. At one time, I counted (need to do something after loading an ass before getting hard again) 10 guys in their rooms, door opened, on their cellphones, the type of guys that barely looks up from their cells to see who's checking them. Every type of guy one earth was at the bathhouse so its not a question of not finding what u want. Of course, these cellbathers had quick connect adds on bbrt, advertizing they were at the bathouse looking for gigantic dick (how original) Here is where reality and fantasy clash. There were some gigantic dicks around, but they were also a lot of hot muscle porn material bottoms, all hunting for gigantic dicks. As a top, i can tell you that once i came twice, i m done. If you successfully fucked 10 musc bottoms, 2 of which got your pozzed load, you are not going to stick around to fuck everyone else. So, if you have an ordinary body and face, as were the cellbathers, hunting for big dicks while surrounded by tons of gorgeous muscle bottoms is bad economics. Most hilarious was that at least two of the cellbathers advertised on bbrt as cumdump looking for any loads, and yet here they were, on their cell, cruising, and cruising, and...

The Broken Jock by @ButtB4iGo, Part 4 It didn’t take long before I had more cock being shoved into my hole. Around 2 hours later, the door to my motel room opened and a man walked in. “Hey, boy. It’s me Poz9in again. Thought I’d come back and see if you were still here.” I turned over to look at him as he did something on his phone in the dark room. From the light of his phone, I could see that he was a tall, older man with dark stubble and scars on his face. “There. That’s done.” He turned off his phone and put it in his back pocket and pulled his pants off and walked over to me. “You are so fucking hot in that jock strap,” he said as he pinned be to the bed. “Look at that mop of blonde hair! I remember being young and reckless.” He used his hand to grab a fist of my hair and then mussed it up. “Feel my cock.” Poz9in pushed my hand below his tight white t-shirt and my hand came into contact with his rigid meat. I felt the top first. He had a large circumcised head. It was wet at the slit with precum. I remembered what it felt like a few hours ago to have it so deep inside my ass. His shaft was hard and slightly curved to the left. “It wants to be inside your butt, baby. Roll over.” A good submissive, I did as the man commanded and he kicked my legs apart roughly and then mounted me, his raw cock immediately pressed against my hole. I felt as he rubbed his precum on the ring of my hole. “Fuck, yeah!” he exclaimed as he pushed. “AAAhhh,” I moaned into the pillow as his cock broke through the ring and up. He went deep immediately. “Fuuuck! Yeah, you take it, son. Take my raw poz cock up your neg ass again. Can’t believe you’re taking men bareback now.” He fucked in and out of my hole. “I used to check out the safe-only site, too. Lots of hot young ass on that site. Damn, boy. You are going to get a second load outta me soon. But first, I should tell you that I took a page outta Hank’s book and reposted that safe-only profile screenshot of you on BarebackFuckers again. I figured Hank wouldn’t mind if he’s prepping you for the bathhouse with the likes of me and that other poz guy. I confirmed tonight's late fuck party when I walked in the door and saw you were still here. I know you like older men like me, so I required that the tops be at least twice your age.” “Oh, fuck!” I exclaimed. I’m going to be gangbanged bareback by old men in a motel room all night. "YES!" My hole tightened around Poz9in’s cock as it pistoned my hole. I wanted his load. “That’s right, son. That hole of yours is going to take more raw daddy cock tonight,” he taunted. “Fuck I’m close! I want these men to use my sperm as lube like Coach did earlier. I fuckin’ loved watching that old man’s poz cock get covered in my sperm as your sweet pink hole stretched to take it back in. I was hard and precuming again when I watched him shoot his load in you. I knew I had to get my cock back in your hole again. Fuckin take it, boy! Take my load.” He huffed as he bucked against my ass in and out, building up the load to shoot. He yelled and pushed in as far as he could. The large head of his cock pressed against my guts. I heard the door to the room open as I felt his sperm coat the walls of my rectum again. “Damn!" Poz9in pushed his cock in and out slowly as he came down from the climax. "That’s how to take a poz load, jock boy.” “That’s fuckin hot!” the new arrival said in a gruff voice. “So ShortStop91 is taking all loads now?” “That’s right. His master got him to take raw cock tonight. I think the poppers helped a lot.” Poz9in grabbed the brown bottle from the night stand and tossed it back to the man. He pulled is cock out of my hole so that the new man could take my ass. “Good to know,” the man said as he started to push his cock into my ass. He smelled like cigars. “I've had my eye on this one. This is one beautiful ass!” “It sure is.” Poz9in opened the door. “Step right in, sirs. No rubbers. For a small fee, this safe-only boy is taking cock bareback for the first time tonight. Thank you. Thank you. Yes, sir, all loads go up the ass. Thank you.”

A young guy who looked familiar showed up on my Facebook feed in "People You May Know." I scrolled through the Facebook entry for a while and finally figured out I had messed around with him a few years ago. The first time we met was when he replied to my posting on Craigslist. We agreed to meet in the secluded, locking, basement restroom of the university science building. The guy was hot, maybe 22 or 23 years old, 5' 8", dark brown hair, and a thick muscular build. I also remember his legs were muscular and very firm. After we entered the restroom, he locked the door, immediately unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down, and sucked my painfully erect seven inch cock, taking the entire length until I could feel the stubble of his light beard rub against my balls. As he continued to deep throat my cock, pushing me ever closer to on edge, he lowered his pants and stroked his cock. The girth of his seven inches was impressive. After a couple minutes he abruptly stopped sucking, stood-up and with no further segue, forcibly shoved his tongue in my mouth. Talk about a passionate random hookup. Then he again abruptly stopped, grabbed me by the shoulders, spun me around, and positioned me bent over the toilet. I felt his hands on my ass, pulling my cheeks apart, followed by his tongue, which, without any subtlety, wormed its way into my hole, rimming me vigorously. He also slid two fingers in my hole so his tongue could get even deeper into my hole. As his tongue flittered deep in my hole, he reached between my legs and stroked my cock, which, by this point, was heavily drooling pre-cum. I found myself involuntarily (and loudly) moaning, even as I struggled not to cum. After a good ten minutes of intense rimming, he stopped, retrieved a bottle of poppers from his pocket, saying "Take a couple of deep hits." As I complied, he spit-lubed his cock, also spreading spit onto my hole. My head was spinning from the poppers as I felt his cock head rub against my hole. "Take another hit of poppers," he insisted. Again I complied, and just as I finished screwing on the lid, he pushed the full length of his cock in my ass, and, without pause, began churning his dick in my ass. I could actually feel his balls hit my cheeks. The initial pain was intense but quickly turned to pleasure. He suddenly pulled all the way out, dropped to his knees, and rimmed me again, and again, after a minute or so, he stood and again shoved his cock into my hole. Then he began hard-fucking me. Five minutes of ferocious ramming ensued, followed by a lengthy pause when he held still, his cock lodged deep in my ass. I could tell his cock was throbbing, but I wasn't quite sure, and asked "Did you cum?" "Not yet," he replied, as he again handed me the poppers, again recommending "You'd better take some more hits and get ready for a real pounding." I took very deep hits, and no sooner had finished when, true to his word, he slammed all the way in, furiously pounding me for a good ten minutes. He was so forceful it was hard to remain standing. Then he slowed his pace a bit as I heard the bottle of poppers open, and he took a long deep hit, after which he thrust his cock into my hole hard, three or four times, before announcing, "Yes, yes, I'm going breed you!" I could feel his cock pulse in my hole. As he slowly pulled out, he told me to tighten my ass so his cum wouldn't leak out. He lifted me up and kissed me deeply. Then he bent over and ordered me to rim him. His muscular ass was smooth, and his hole was beautifully perfect--like he had never even been fucked before. He told me to stroke my cock as my tongue explored his ass. After only a couple of minutes of probing his amazing ass, I needed to cum. He sensed I was getting close and dropped to his knees, deep throating my cock. The cum burst out of my cock into his mouth. He swallowed my entire load. I assumed our play date in the basement restroom was over, but he turned me around and shoved his tongue up my hole. It soon became clear he wanted to eat his load out of my hole. He told me to push out the load. As I pushed, I felt the globs of cum run out, and he licked up every drop. This was seriously one of the hottest scenes I ever experienced. I remember standing there in the restroom, startled, breathless, and amazed at what happened. I also remember that after he had felched all his cum out of my hole, he stood-up, and again slid his still hard cock into my ass. I think we both wincing from the lack of lube, so after he took another hit, he pushed the poppers under my nose, and as my hole relaxed, he fucked me again, this time, however, somewhat more slowly, sliding gently all the way out and pushing back in until I could feel his balls smack my ass. After about five minutes, he pushed his cock all the way and held it there, filling my hole with his second load. We both washed up at the sink, and he gave me a kiss before we departed ways. About a week later he emailed me and said we should meet at his apartment. He wanted me to fuck him this time, but he had one request: his front door would be unlocked, I would let myself in, and I would find him in position on his bed, blindfolded. He also asked that I be as quiet as possible so he wouldn't know I had even entered. When I arrived at his place, I removed my shoes and clothing at the foot of the private staircase that gave entrance to his apartment, and then very, very quietly climbed the staircase where I found him completely naked on the bed with his beautiful ass presented for my pleasure. I licked his hole, my tongue exploring his entire butt. He shuddered, clearly not expecting my sudden presence in the room. He took a hit of poppers and his hole immediately relaxed, allowing my tongue deeper entrance. I could taste another load of warm cum, which let me know had been recently fucked. Still his hole was so tight there wasn't any other apparent evidence another cock has just been in his ass, so I asked "How recently were you fucked?" Unprepared for my question, he replied "I took three loads in the past two hours." I positioned my tongue over his hole and told him to push out the loads. On the initial push a huge glob of cum hit my tongue, which I did not hesitate to swallow. Then I felt several more streams of cum on my tongue. I spit that cum on my hand and lubed up my cock. Knowing he was about to get fucked, he took a few hits of poppers. With one push, my entire cock slid up his hole. He let out a loud whimper and begged me to fuck him. I fucked him hard for ten minutes, repeatedly pulling my cock all the way out, pausing, and shoving it back in to the hilt. The final time I pulled out I told him to take a good long hit of poppers. As he did, I shoved two fingers up his tight hole and slid my cock in at the same time. He yelped in pain so I leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Shut the fuck up, slut, and take my cock." I put my hand over his mouth and rammed my cock even harder. Then I pulled my hand away and demanded he beg for my cum. He did as he was told. "Please, please cum in me. Breed me. I want your load." After a few minutes of his begging, I couldn't hold back: that handsome young slut got my load deep in his ass, the fourth load he had taken that day. This scenario was repeated every week for about three months, but then his e-mails abruptly stopped, and he didn't respond to my messages for months. When he finally did respond, it was to explain he had moved to another city for a job and had not had time to hook up with anyone. To this day I can remember his beautiful muscular ass and the awesome taste of the multiple loads of cums I ate from his ass.

I would absolutely love it if a guy told me he started letting poz guys breed him because of my stories

The encounter is a true story of my first time visiting Slammer, a raunchy sex club in Los Angeles. My name is Josh. I’m 28 y/o, 5’9, 145 lbs, with a smooth and nicely toned body from regular hours spent at the gym. All in all I’m a decently attractive guy who had been introduced to partying back in 2014, and ever since then my sex life has never been the same. I tend to have binge episodes where I don’t have sex for months, only to have my sexual appetite and tension build up to the point of exploding, resulting in a night or two or weekend of sexual frenzy. I had not had sex for over 2 months and I was really feeling horny. There was a top fuck buddy of mine that I had played with regularly. His name is Mark, he’s about late 40’s, fit and friendly white guy. He lived in downtown Los Angeles, had his own apartment, and he was always generous with his favors. In the past he had hosted me many times for some fun long sessions, and with my building horniness reaching a peak I messaged him asking what he was doing. After waiting a short while, he responded saying he could be free after 7 PM and that I should come over. At this point my hunger and anticipation had built to a climax and I prepared for the long night ahead by showering, putting on a black jockstrap under khaki shorts and a black tank top that fit just right to show off my lean body. I also put my laptop and chargers into a bag and drove the 20 minutes over to his place. When I got to Mark’s place he let me into his apartment and greeted me in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, barefoot, having just showered. He stood just slightly shorter than me, white-gray hair sparsely covering his toned pecs down to his lightly muscled stomach. He led me to the bedroom where there was a nice clean queen size bed with pillows, a closet with sliding door mirrors, and a TV facing the bedroom. I put down my belongings and immediately took off my tank top. “So can I offer you anything to drink or anything…?” He asked me, looking at my smooth body and smiling. I knew the game. He knew what I wanted and I didn’t hesitate to ask: “Could you smoke with me a little bit while I get comfortable?” I smiled bashfully as I asked – and when he heard my question his smile widened into a big grin. “I’d be happy to oblige. In the mean time while I get ready, why don’t you go ahead and pick out a movie.” Mark motioned to the DVD collection on the TV stand, and left me to go rummage in the closet for his supplies. His movie collection was extensive and I saw many of my favorite Treasure Island Media films as well as other bareback porn films. I chose one and popped it into the DVD and started it, just as he returned to me holding a little glass bong. Mark looked me in the eyes as he lit the torch and started to heat up the crystals inside. I watched intently as little wisps of smoke began to rise from the small hole in the bowl, at which Mark looked at me and nodded for me to go ahead. He held the bong pipe to my lips as I slowly and steadily began to inhale; slowly and steadily I heard the light bubbling as I inhaled, seeing the white smoke pass through the bong, through the pipe, and feeling it entering my lungs. I focused on keeping the bubbling at just the right amount, not too much and not too little. I had so much sexual frustration built up over my dry spell that when he started to pull the torch away from the bowl I motioned for him to keep going. A look of surprise and pleasure came on his face as he continued to heat the crystals, resulting in a huge hit. After holding in that first huge hit, I blew out the first initial cloud and it engulfed us, and I quickly went back to the pipe and inhaled whatever was still left burning. Almost instantly I felt the rush, a sense of clarity and an acuity that could only come with the crystal. I also became even hornier. “Wow, what an impressive lung capacity. Now about that drink, why don’t you keep smoking while I go prepare you some Gatorade with G. How much do you take again?” “1.5 mL usually but give me 2 this time. I want you to really party me up and make me submissive.” He nodded, smiling, and headed to the kitchen. I didn’t smoke like he had told me to, but instead, slipped off my shorts and stood facing his mirrored closet door admiring my smooth muscled body wearing only the black jockstrap. I looked really hot like that and the Tina was making me feel extremely sexy and horny. Mark returned with two small glasses, one for him and one for me, smiling as he took a moment to observe my new state of undress. He handed me the glass and said cheers, and we downed the drinks. He then motioned to hand him the pipe and the torch, and he began to take a nice big hit of his own; at the end of his inhale he motioned me to lean forward and he shotgunned his hit into my mouth, which I took in completely. He put one of his other hands around the curve of my smooth ass, giving it a slight squeeze, before nodding to me and lighting the pipe again, holding it out to me. Again he gave me a huge hit, making me inhale lightly and steadily until my lungs were filled with that white smoke. “Good boy” he murmured after I blew out the massive cloud. “You want me to really party up your hole, Josh?” Mark asked me, smiling at me. I nodded yes, feeling the high of the tina starting to take hold of me and unleash the submissive bottom I am inside. “Okay, why don’t you go ahead and get on the bed, on all fours. I’m going to prepare you a nice big booty bump to really teach your hole its purpose.” I got on the bed on all fours, facing away from him, with my back arched, as I heard him rummage with his supplies. Soon enough he had a needleless syringe ready with Tina. “Is that water with Tina?” “It’s about 0.3 grams of Tina dissolved in my spit. Now face forward and let me open you up.” I faced forward as I began to feel his tongue against my hole, probing. He spat once, twice, three times in succession. I love when a top spits on my hole, making it nice and wet. He ate out my ass, taking breaks only to tell me what a sweet tight smooth hole I had. After my ass felt nice and wet from his spit, he told me that he was going to bump me, and I felt the syringe being inserted into my ass with ease. “Are you ready?” He asked me. I nodded, and felt him push the liquid into my hole; a mildly burning sensation immediately followed, and he withdrew the syringe. “Now just hold that position for a little bit.” I stayed in that position, head down, ass up, with the booty bump slowly absorbing into my system. He came back with a moist towel to wipe my hole with, before he continued rimming my hole. With his tongue, he again made it nice and wet, and suddenly, it all hit me. The booty bump was the key to the locked room where I kept my submissive slutty bottom side hidden, and suddenly that door was opened. I felt so good, his tongue against my hole, his hands squeezing and grabbing my ass. I wanted him in me and I spread my knees even farther on the bed, reaching back to spread my cheeks as far as I could, and I exclaimed “oh God I can feel the booty bump and the G. I want you inside me.” With that, Mark turned me over onto my back and put a cylindrical pillow under my ass, elevating it. He handed me a bottle of poppers and said “those are brand new poppers so they should be especially strong.” He then ate out my ass some more as he looked straight into my eyes, my feet in the air, my hands holding them back as I looked at this guy who had his tongue in my ass, making me feel all sorts of pleasure. But I was too horny and high to be satisfied with a mere rim job. I needed his big white cock in my hole and I needed it bad. “Please, spit on my hole and fuck me raw with your spit as lube.” Mark smiled at that comment and stood up, slipping his cock out from the Bike white jockstrap he was wearing. “Well, since you asked so nicely…” he replied as he positioned his hard cock against my hole, sliding it up and down. I immediately unscrewed the cap of the poppers bottle and alternated 2 hits each nostril, - big hits, big inhales that created a beautiful sound of air passing over the bottle opening, and I held my breath to keep it all in after the last hit. I capped the bottle and then resumed holding my legs back, looked straight up into Mark’s eyes and said “please fuck me with your big white cock.” As I exhaled I could feel him begin his push in- the warmth from the poppers hit me and immediately I felt the wonderful lightheadedness and relaxed and openness feeling. It mixed with the G and the T I had taken and I was fully realized – I was now the slutty submissive bottom that I was meant to be. I looked up, taking it all in as he stared back into my eyes as he pushed his big 7” thick cock into me. With only his spit as lube, he managed to get it all in, and the feeling of fullness was more pleasurable than anything in the world. I responded by pulling my legs back more, further exposing my hole, and I looked up and with the high of the poppers and G and T enabling me, I said “please fuck me Sir.”

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Two o’clock in the afternoon and my dick was hard in my jock strap as I texted Joe “Right by your house. Wanna fuck?” It took about two minutes for him to answer the text. “YES!!” I put the car into drive and headed over. Knowing his partner’s schedule, I knew we would have about three hours of fucking ahead of us before he got home. When Joe answered the door he was surprised to see me dressed in scrubs with my hospital badge on. “Are we going to play doctor?” “We can if you want,” I said, “but I’m dressed like this 'cause it was the only way to get out of the house. I told Tom I picked up an extra shift. He thinks I’m at work.” “Nice,” he commented as he slipped a finger in my waistband and pulled me close to him, kissing me hard. As we kissed he untied the drawstring on my pants and let them fall to the floor, rubbing my ass and snapping the elastic of the jock against my cheek. He moved his hand to the front of my jock and took great pleasure in knowing my pre-cum was flowing. Joe snared a strand of pre-cum from my cock head, and fed it to me. “Mmmmmmmm,” I said tasting my sweet cum mix with his salty skin, but adding “I’d rather taste yours though.” With that he pushed me down to my knees, undid the fly of his jeans, and pulled out his thick seven inch cock. As it slid on my tongue I could taste his excitement. He forced my head down to his thick bush, making me gag a little on the head of his cock. Every time that I coughed on the size of his cock it would make him harder and harder. After a few minutes of sucking him to a rock-hard state, he lifted be up, took my scrub top and the t-shirt under it off. I managed to get my pants off using only my feet. He leaned me over the back of the couch and spent a few moments feeling the warmth of the crack of my ass. “You know just what I like: jockstrap, sneakers and tube socks.” He loved those striped gym socks from the 70’s that came-up to the knee. Joe knelt behind me, shirtless, his jeans undone, and started to furiously tongue my ass. He had one of those tongues that could go deeper than some dicks. He was a sloppy eater too, getting his spit all over the crack of my ass to the point that it would run down my legs so there was never the need for lube when Joe fucked me. He obviously loved eating ass, because I could see his rock hard cock sticking out of his jeans. After I was good and wet, Joe stood up and positioned his thick cock at the entrance to my ass with the order “Push back on it boy.” Slowly, I pushed against the couch and felt his cock slide into me. It seemed like an eternity as I slowly got used to Joe’s mammoth girth. Finally I could feel his bush against my ass his long heavy balls touching mine, which earned me the remark “Good boy.” At first Joe started out slowly pumping his cock in and out of me, sometimes letting it slip all the way out and shoving it back in, making me whimper a little as my ass had to stretch out again around his cock. As he fucked me he picked up his pace and his pre-cum was taking over the job that his spit had started. The more he fucked me the faster he would go and the more pre-cum he would produce. Every time he pulled away and slammed back into me I could feel his pre-cum and spit spatter between us. My whole ass and his entire crotch were covered in a mixture of pre-cum, spit and ass juice. I knew what was coming next from past experience with Joe. As he got closer to coming he fucked me so hard that it bordered on violence. He had no regard for any pain or discomfort that I might be in and only cared about releasing his load within me. This was when I loved getting fucked by him the most. Faster and faster the strokes came. Every now and then he would accidentally pull back to far and his cock would pop-out completely, and then he would shove it back in with a tremendous force. I could feel our juices dripping down my legs as he grunted “Fucking little slut. Fucking little bitch. Who’s fucking whore are you?” “You are, Sir.” “Fucking right. You’re my whore. My little fucking whore.” Suddenly his strokes got even harder and faster until he slammed into me and pinned me against the back of the couch and held me there. I could feel his balls emptying into my ass. After the first few initial spurts he did a few slow strokes in me to get the rest of the load out, shuddering as the head of his enormous cock rubbed along the inside of my ass. Once he fully withdrew, he snapped out the same order he always gave, commanding “Clean it off bitch.” Instantly I spun around and knelt in front of his dripping engorged cock and took it in my mouth. I could taste his cum, his spit and my ass all mixed together in an intoxicating cocktail. Suddenly I could taste his piss in my mouth. He always gave a little warning shot before giving me the full stream. “Don’t spill any bitch.” He let go with a hot stream in my mouth. I swallowed every drop, which earned me a bit more praise: “Good boy. Stand up.” As I stood he cupped the front of my jock with his hand and licked of the copious amount of pre-cum that had gathered during my impalement on his cock. He kissed me, backing my up to the couch and pushing me over so that my legs were in the air and he had full access to my used hole. He pulled by throbbing cock out from under my jock and let it rest against me as he stuck two fingers in my sore hole. Each time he went in and massaged my prostate, my cock would jump. I went to reach for my cock and got slapped across the face. “That’s my cock to play with, not your's, Bitch. Touch it again and I’ll have to restrain you.” To make sure I didn’t go for it again, I put my hands behind my back and just let him pleasure me. It seemed like forever as he played with my hole and stroke my cock using the cum he had deposited within me. He would get me almost to the point of coming and then let my cock go before I had the chance, repeating this over and over until he knew that the next time I would have no choice but to spew my load all over his living room. Then, just before I blew, he leaned over, took my cock into his mouth and sucked me off, even as he continued to finger my ass. It was all too much for me and I suddenly felt myself coming in his mouth. Once he was sure I was done, he grabbed me by the throat and brought me up to a sitting position. He then kissed me and released all of my cum into my mouth. We must have kissed for ten minutes, exchanging my load back and forth between our mouths. “Come on, let’s go get you cleaned up so you can go to work,” he remarked, enjoying the lie I would give Tom. Of course once in the shower he got hard again so he pinned me against the wall and again impaled me with his thick member. As my hole was swollen from his first attack, the pain was unbelievable, but so was the pleasure. Being a bit of a sadist, he took great pleasure in knowing how painful it was for me as he fucked me faster and faster. Just as I thought I couldn’t take another moment of his fucking, he came in my ass, remaining lodged in my hole until he went soft. Upon withdrawing, a pool of blood and cum dumped out of my ass onto the shower floor. And, as before, he commanded me to swallow his cock until it was thoroughly cleaned. We were in the living room and I was getting dressed when he asked what I was going to do with the rest of my evening. Normally, my partner wouldn’t see me until the following morning. “Guess I’ll go get a bite to eat and see a movie or three,” I said. “I got a better idea. Bend over.” Thinking he wanted to fuck me again, I remarked “We don’t have time for another session.” He slapped me across the face. “Shut the fuck up and do as you’re told.” I bent over the couch, wearing only my jock. “Spread your ass.” I spread my ass and suddenly there was a camera flash behind me. “Got it. Get dressed.” As I got dressed he explained his plan. “I’m going to make a Craigslist ad for you and you’re going to go to whatever address I tell you for the rest of the night. After every stop the guy will take a pic of your hole and send it to me. Once I feel you’ve been fucked enough, I’ll send you a text letting you know that I’m satisfied. At this point you can go home, go eat, or do whatever you want.” When I was finished getting dressed, Joe told me to go to the grocery store down the street from him and wait in my car for instructions. It was about a half hour when I finally got an address texted to me from Joe. I couldn’t help but get hard in my jock again thinking about what or who might be awaiting me at this mysterious address. The address ended up being a mechanic’s shop that I recognized from their advertisements in the local gay magazine. As I pulled into the lot one of the bays opened and a man in his early 50’s wearing a blue mechanic’s overalls unzipped almost to the crotch motioned for me to drive in. Once my car was in the bay the giant steel door closed behind me and the man opened my door and asked “Are you Joe’s whore?” “Yes Sir,” I replied as I got out of the car. He smelled like he had worked hard all day and my eyes couldn’t help but to follow his open zipper down his hairy body to a little patch of pubes sticking out where the zipper came together. “Good answer. Get undressed to your shoes socks and that jock I saw in the pic.” I did as instructed and the mechanic took a minute to fondle me briefly and check out the merchandise. “Follow me.” The mechanic led me to a back room that was dimly lit, all around us were shelves of car parts and in the middle of the room was an empty engine hoist. He took a piece of steel chain that had a clasp at one end and a big ring at the other and put it around my chest. He got the chain pretty tight on me then hook the clasp onto a link of the chain and the ring dangled from the center of my chest. He then pushed me back towards the engine hoist and hooked the ring to it. The whole time he was getting me ready I could see his massive cock growing in his overalls. Once I was secured to the hoist, he unzipped his overalls the rest of the way, slid them off his shoulders and pushed them down to his knees. His cock was longer the Joe’s and about the same enormous girth. “You still got Joe's load inside you?” “Yes Sir.” “Push a little of him out or this is going to hurt like a son-of-a-bitch.” With that the mechanic lifted my calves onto his shoulders and I carefully released a little bit of Joe’s cum. “Good boy.” The mechanic rubbed his hard cock all around my ass and then with one hard motion shoved his cock into my swollen sore hole. I couldn’t help but scream, but he didn’t care all it did was make him harder the more that I screamed. “Yeah, fuckin’ little whore. Like hearin’ you scream like a little bitch.” I would have thought that Joe’s cum would have lubed my ass up better, but there was still a lot of friction between the mechanic’s cock and my innards. With every pump inside of me my cock oozed out more and more pre-cum until it looked as if I had pissed myself. After a good twenty minutes of non-stop pounding the mechanic let out a big scream and I could feel his load shooting inside of me. He didn’t wait to go soft inside of me, instead he pulled his cock out, wiped it off with a blue shop towel and threw it on the floor. He then came over and undid the chain around my chest. “Lean up against that bench over there so I can send Joe his pic.” “Yes Sir.” I bent over the bench and spread my cheeks until I saw the flash of the mechanic’s camera. He led me out to the bay where my car and clothes were waiting for me. As soon as my ass was covered he opened the door and walked back in towards his office. I got in my car and checked my phone for Joe’s instructions. He sent me a text with my latest pic and told me to go to an adult theatre in a seedy part of town. I was to go to the part of the theatre that had the private booths and enter the third one on the right. Arriving at the theatre, I found the third booth on the right and opened the door. A tall skinny redhead was standing in the room playing with a guy’s cock that had come through the glory hole from the booth next door. “Who owns you?” “Joe does. He sent me.” “Lock the door, then come over here and help this guy out.” He waved the partially hard cock coming through the wall at me. I slid the lock in the door and reached for the cock in the wall. The redhead grabbed me by my hair and shoved my face towards the cock. “Suck it you stupid bitch.” I took the cock in my mouth. It was obvious from the saltiness and the pungent odor of sweat that this was somebody who worked outside all day and was just getting off before going home. While I sucked on the cock in the wall, the redhead undid my drawstring and my pants fell to my ankles, murmuring to himself “Nice.” He then spat on my hole then jammed a few fingers in. The next thing I heard was his pants unzipping and him spitting on his cock. Then he slammed the entire length of his cock into my hole, making me tense up and squeeze his cock with my sphincter. “Relax whore. It's not like you haven’t had any cock in there recently.” With him still balls deep inside of me I slowly relaxed and he started to fuck me hard and fast. All the cum from the earlier deposits was sloshing around and making his dick super slick. Meanwhile, there was no longer any question about how hard the cock in my mouth was: it was rock hard and the guy's balls were growing tighter and tighter against the base. Behind me the redhead was breathing hard and telling me how he was going to pump my ass full of jizz. After a few moments more the redhead came in my ass, yanking out his hard cock once he was done pumping his load in me. “Clean off my cock and get that cock inside of you.” As I started to suck the redhead I positioned my ass on the cock coming through the wall and backed up onto it until my ass was firm against the wall. The anonymous partner then started to fuck me hard and it wasn’t long until I heard him moaning on the other side of the wall while his cock pumped another load in me. “Now clean of his cock while I get a pic for Joe.” Once again the familiar flash went off behind me as I cleaned off the stranger’s cock, followed by him unlatching the door and exiting with the door wide open for everyone to see what a whore I was. Just then the manager of the theater happened to walk by and came into the room. He cleared his throat and I stood straight up with a startle. “We don’t allow that sort of thing in here. You’ve got two choices as I see it: I call the cops or I fuck you before you leave.” I didn’t say anything; I just bent over in front of the manager exposing my used hole. “Fuckin’ whore, I knew you’d choose that.” He unzipped, letting his hard cock flop out and hit my ass. He stuck a few fingers in my hole and spread some cum around my hole then he shove his cock in and went to town on my ass. It didn’t take him long before he was squirting jizz in my hole. After he had pulled out and I had cleaned off his cock I asked, “Can you take a pic and text it to my owner?” “Fuck yeah, why not?” I bent over and he took a pic of my ass to send to Joe. This time I was quick to get my pants up and followed the manager out of the booth. When I got back to the car and sat down I could feel my sore hole under me. It was aching from all the use it was getting. I was half hoping Joe would be satisfied when I received his next text. “YOU FUCKING WHORE! YOU LET SOMEBODY USE MY PROPERTY WITHOUT ASKING!! THAT’S GONNA COST YA!” About fifteen minutes later I got a text from Joe. It was to an address on the western edge of town and message saying to speak to Bill at the gate. I put the car in gear and got on the highway headed for my next assignment. To my surprise the address led me to the gate of the state prison. I pulled up to the guard shack and a uniformed officer came out. “Can I help you son?” “I’m looking for Bill.” “I’m Bill.” “Joe sent me.” A smile crept over Bill’s face. “Just a minute.” Bill went back inside the guard shack and talked with the other two guards sitting inside. They both got up and got a good look at me before Bill came back out with the instruction “Park next to that black Chevy over there and I’ll let you in. Make sure your pockets are empty and leave your keys in your car.” I drove over and parked next to a lifted Chevy truck. Then I placed my wallet, keys and phone in the glove box and got out of the car. Bill was sauntering over as I got out. “Put your hands against the vehicle and spread your legs.” Upon hearing this I instantly got hard in my jock again. Unfortunately, Bill was only making the request in order to search me. He patted me down everywhere and when he felt my erection under my pants he said under his breathe, “Fuckin’ faggot.” Once he was satisfied I wasn’t carrying any potential weapons he motioned for me to follow him. We walked for a while passing through two chain-link gates and finally into a building made of concrete block. Towards the end of a long hall we entered an office door with a plaque that read 'WARDEN'. Inside was a modest office suite with two chairs facing the desk, “Sit here and wait for the warden.” I sat down and Bill left the office, locking me in behind him. My erection was still going strong at the thought of being fucked by a warden in a prison. Little did I know what the warden had in mind for me. After a few minutes had passed I could hear shoes against the concrete hallway stop outside the door and then the tumblers in the lock start to turn. The door opened to reveal a mid-fifties man in a suit and tie who proceeded to walk over to the corner of the desk and sit with his legs apart so that one was on the floor and the other dangled off the edge of the desk. This position allows for the thin fabric of his pants to rest tightly against what looked to be an enormous cock and balls. I could help but stare at this man’s big package. He lifted my head by my chin to meet his gaze. “Joe said you were a whore.” “Yes Sir.” “He also said you needed to be punished for letting a stranger use his property.” “Yes Sir.” “Best way I can think to make a whore quite giving it away is to use it up.” “I don’t understand Sir.” “You will, but first I want to use that ass while it’s in one piece.” The warden got up and sat in his big leather office chair. “I want you completely naked and on your knees in front of me.” “Yes Sir.” I stripped and knelt in front of the warden who, meanwhile, had unzipped and pulled his big cock and balls out of his pants. I was absolutely fascinated by his balls as they were bar far the largest, lowest hanging set of nuts I had ever seen on a man. In fact they actually came out of his fly and draped down to the point that they rested on the leather of the chair. “Play with my balls while you suck my cock. I like ‘em pulled on.” Happily I obliged the man and started feverishly sucking on his cock while yanking and twisting his big balls. He didn’t say much except to instruct me to slap his balls a little. Whenever I gave them a light paddle with my free hand his cock would jump in my mouth a put out a drop of pre-cum. After a half hour of sucking his cock the warden wanted my ass. He turned me around and had me lean against the desk long enough to spit on my hole and work some of the loads out of my ass to use for lube. While his dick was only five to six inches in length, his mushroom cock head was amazingly large, and was even more menacing as he was wearing a gauge '0' PA through the hole. It felt awesome as I lowered my sore ass down onto this massive mushroom head and his piercing rubbed exquisitely against the inside of my ass. He let me ride it for twenty minutes, just enjoying myself and having a good time. Then he started to swell up like he was going to cum, that’s when he bent me over the desk and started to really fuck me hard. Within ten minutes or so he was pumping a hot load in my hole. He held my head down on his desk as his cock went soft inside of me. As he was waiting to pull out I heard his desk drawer open and then a sharp stick in my right butt cheek. The next thing I remember was waking up against a cold floor and my hands being cuffed together around something metal. As my eyes gradually cleared I was able to make out that I was in the communal showers. I tried to get up, but whatever I had been drugged with still had an effect over my muscles. Suddenly there was an alarming sounding off and what sounded like a stampeded of men coming towards the recesses of the shower where I was positioned. Sure enough, it had been the morning wake-up bell and the first thing the inmates did apparently was head in for a morning shower. Gradually I mustered enough energy to get myself to standing position just as the first of the men came in. They filled the room like swarming cockroaches and I was suddenly surrounded by muscled prisoners who were all laughing at me. “Hey look what the warden got us for good behavior,” said a tall white skinhead feeling the crack of my ass. As he pulled out a finger with shiny cum all over it he laughed and said, “Fuck it’s been used already.” All the men laughed at me as they stroked their morning hard-ons. “Here’s the deal whore, you’ve pissed off somebody pretty badly and you ain’t gettin’ out of here till we all get a chance to fuck you. So bend that ass over and take what you got comin’ to ya.” I did as I was told and the instant my ass opened up a cock was shoved in it. These guys weren’t so much as fucking me as they were using my asshole in place of their hands. One by one every one of shoved his cock into me, pumping furiously until he came. Given that they all had wanted to fuck me, but also had only a few minutes to also get a shower, the line of men moved quite quickly. As each man came, he would withdraw, soap up his softening cock, rinse off and leave. After an hour of constant fucking by a seemly endless number of men, another bell went off and the inmates left as quickly as they had come in. I stayed frozen in the shower, bent over and watching cum and blood pool at my feet. Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye was a familiar pair of leather boots. It was Joe, dressed in a prison guard’s uniform. I must have looked surprised to see him. “Yep, I’m a guard here.” In his hands were my clothes. He took a key from his belt and undid the handcuffs. “Here, get dressed.” “Yes Sir.” I got dressed quickly. “Come on.” Joe led me from the showers and out of the prison through various doors and gates until we finally ended up at my car. “Same time next week and next time I whore you out I better only get pictures from people I’ve given permission to be in that ass.” “Yes Sir.”

The Stables (Part 1) Gregory was a shy boy. At the age of 18 he was still living with his parents and they didn’t know Greg was gay. His dad tried several things to get his son into girls, once even hiring a whore to introduce his son to sex. While Greg was terrified, the prostitute, Mandy, was a nice lady, and, although she tried to stir his interest, she may very well have sensed his sexual preference that Greg was unable to perform. Or perhaps she was just glad, seeing that she had been paid and hadn't had to actually satisfy another John. Who knows? Perhaps she saw it as simply easy money. In any event when the time was up and she and Greg met Greg's father who was waiting in the 'salon' for his son, Mandy made a show of kissing Gregory on his mouth and giving his crotch a grope, thanking him for the hot ride. Greg’s dad was more than proud and for the moment was relaxed as it had crossed his mind that Greg might be a faggot. After all, while Greg had plenty of female friends, he had never had a girlfriend, and certainly (prior to Mandy), had apparently never messed around with a woman. No, he was a shy and sensitive boy and even at 18 was more into music and the arts than playing football or basketball. Although unspoken, Greg's father's greatest fear was that his son would turn into a dick-taking faggot. But after the session with Mandy, Greg's father was fairly sure everything would turn out all right: his son fucked a whore and he would soon find another hole into which to unload. Everything was running slowly but on the right course. Little did Greg's father know that Gregory had his own suspicions. Greg remembered experienced as early as the age of six when in swim class, he saw this other boy whose name was Alec. Gregory didn't, of course, have the vocabulary to put a name to it, but he always got excited when Alec accidentally brushed up against him when the two were standing in line waiting to jump from the one-meter board. Beyond and incidental physical contact nothing happened between Gregory and Alec, but a couple of years later, when Greg was around ten, he recognized the sensation when he found himself fascinated by Mickey, another ten year old in the same class. While Greg was perfectly happy to stare at Mickey, giving unconscious smiles, Mickey caught-on, and was none to keen for Greg's attentions, so Mickey purposefully and angrily shoved Gregory away, once even giving him a punch in the face. Although the punch was unexpected and quite painful, Greg nevertheless enjoyed being on the receiving end of Mickey's attention, even if there was a substantial degree of hostility. A few years later, now 14, Greg truly had a crush on Mr. Wilson, his English teacher. Mr. Wilson might have been in his late 20s, but he generally wore hot, tight jeans, and, as Mr. Wilson moved about the class room, Greg couldn’t stop but staring at Mr. Wilson's bulge. Of course Greg's obsession wouldn't end-up going anywhere: Mr. Wilson was married and had a baby daughter. He never even registered Greg's interest, but no matter: Greg utterly idolized his teacher. About this time rumors began circulating suggesting Gregory was a fag. His mates in class recognized the difference - when they associated erections with girls, Greg seemed to get an erection when Mr. Wilson passed down the corridor. Greg's schoolmates took their suspicions out on Greg, slapping him around, ostracizing him, and occasionally dumping him into the school dumpster. Naturally Greg wanted less and less to do with his schooling, and eventually dropped out early, getting a job at a gas station. The job didn't, of course, pay all that much, but Greg earned a couple to keep his car running. His parents didn’t ask him to contribute to rent or food, although his Dad urged Greg to join the Army, believing this would make him a ‘real’ man. Greg was quite innocent. He had never seen a gay porn and likewise had never heard about the dangers of unsafe sex. He thought of rubbers served solely to prevent pregnancies. He had, however, overheard some conversations about club a couple of counties away, some sort of bath house, where guys gathered for sexual encounters - with other guys. Although Greg didn't know quite what to expect, he decided to make a visit to the bath house on his next day off. The day arrived and Greg made the trip. It was a two hour drive, but Greg didn't begrudge the mileage, reasoning the distance reduced the likelihood he would encounter anyone from his home town. He wore his best clothing: a white shirt, with some expensive pair of jeans which he thought framed his ass perfectly. He even bought new sneakers just for this event - not realizing he would take all this clothing off within a few minutes of having entered the bar. Finally arriving at the town where the club was located, and having even located the club, he drove into the parking lot but couldn't find any vacancies, so he drove through the town looking for parking. The search was a bit harder than he expected, so when he eventually found a legal parking spot, he parked, climbed-out of the car, only to discover he had lost his bearings, so he approached a small group of guys standing at the corner and asked for directions to 'The Stable'. The guys glared at Greg, giving the unspoken message "Get lost, faggot." Anxiously Greg stepped back to the pavement and tried to get mixed with the crowd. He felt so stupid. He left his hometown thinking in a big town as this one, people would be differently, but the thugs reactions were more than just hostile. In fact Greg realized the thugs were following him. Naturally Greg was in panic. What if he wouldn’t find a safe place? What if he wouldn’t reach his car? What if they beat him up or kill him for being gay? What if their parents found out the reason for his death…. and while those ideas were spinning in his head ‘The Stables’ appeared before him. He couldn’t believe his luck. He hurriedly entered the premises. As he stepped through the door he glanced back and saw the guys disappearing into the crowd. Their victim had escaped. “Well, well…. aren’t we excited….. you are quite heavy breathing…. are you a mare, or a stallion?” the cashier asked. “I…. I am…. what?” Greg asked. “Oh dear…. your first time?” the employee asked. Greg simply nodded. The guy behind the counter inspected Greg, recognizing by Greg's walk, but his discrete glances, by his delicate mouth, that Greg would be on the receiving end that night. "Well, if you want to get fucked, then you are a mare…. if you fuck, then you are a stallion. It is not so difficult. We got this pink bracelet for mares…. and the blue bracelet is for studs,” the guy explained. Greg caught-on, and both he and the clerk simultaneously said the word 'Mare'. Paying the entrance fee and now wearing the pink bracelet, which was sealed along around his wrist, the clerk giggled as he explained “Without this wrist band the party will be over for you. So no switching. You are a mare!” The clerk gave Greg a key to a locker and a pink towel, as well as directions to the locker room where, the clerk instructed, Greg should strip and then move to the party in the basement. With a final “Enjoy the party,” the clerk got busy folding towels. As he walked down the staircase into the basement Greg's heart was almost jumping out of his throat. Arriving in the basement Greg found the space was quite dark, although he could see several corridors in which, he surmised, he stood a good chance of finally getting fucked. He also found a bar. "First timer?” the bartender asked. “Is it so obvious?” Greg answered shyly. “It won’t be in the darkroom…..” the bartender laughed. “Darkroom,” Greg repeated the word. The bartender watched at him, as if Greg just stepped out of a spaceship. “Yeah…. Darkroom. A dark room, where you can empty the dicks with your mouth or your ass….. are you for real?” he asked. “Sorry mate, but this is my first time ever in a big town. I have never ever seen a place like this. This is amazing. I can get filled up here,” Greg’s remarked, his eyes glittering with excitement. “Filled up….” the bartender repeated the words. This kid had no idea. Removing the bowl of condoms was on the counter the bartender recommended “You should not start with the darkroom. Were I you, I would start with the glory holes where you can concentrate on one or two cocks at a moment.” “Glory hole….” Greg said with awe in his voice. "What’s that?” The bartender looked around as if he was searching for the candid camera. He told him to sit and take a drink, he would explain it to him in a second, but before he paused to speak with Greg, the bartender stepped aside and spoke with the barback saying "We have some fresh meat, here. Go find the poz stud and let him know a negative mare is waiting for her fillings." The barback delivered the astonishing message, and promptly several blokes were checking the undamaged merchandise. Greg didn’t know which way to look, but he still wore his pink towel about his hips. The mass of blue bracelets made it clear the room was full of stallions. “Are you still willing to let dicks poz up your mare ass?" the bartender asked. “I 've never had a dick up there. Will it hurt bad…. ? Gregory replied in a whisper. “I will help you with that. Get this towel off then sit down again," the bartender advised, adding "Just slip a little bit back on your stool, so your ass is accessible.” One Greg was in position the bartender announced to the room that he would prep this new recruit for his deflowering, making it crystal clear he would lube this virgin ass for his first of many poz rides. With that he squatted behind the stool. his tongue delicately licking Greg's exquisite cleft. Greg thought he had died and gone to heaven. The bartender was lapping over his opening and pulled his ass cheeks further apart. He pressed his tongue inside this virgin’s ass and tongue-fucked him so hard. He smelt the overwhelming scent and sucked out the innocence of this first-timer. He loved the way the sweet ass tasted, and started use some lube on the twink. He turned back to the other studs and showed them his two sharpened fingernails, which would be quite helpful for the upcoming task. While lubing the guy up he started scratching the intestinal walls. The nice feeling Greg had felt gave way to the pain, while the man behind him tried to scrape and claw the intestinal walls for only one reason. Instead of telling Greg the truth, he explained it would hurt, because it is the first time he was prepared for some serious poz fucking. “Man, I can’t wait to get all your poz dicks up my ass,” Greg announced proudly. "You could use rubbers, of course," a voice called out. You could hear a pin dropping to the ground while the guy who had suggested using a rubber was immediately hustled out into another room. Fortunately Greg was oblivious to the commotion behind his back as he was struggling to endure the pain associated with the bartender's preparations. “I am your mare, but I won’t get pregnant, that’s for sure” Greg shouted out. "The boy's got it damn right," someone groaned. "Yeah, well, he's still gonna get our babies," another man added. A third suggested "Fuck the little brat. Pump him up with premium poz seed." Getting to his feet the bartender explained to Greg "I'm going to help you in the stall. You should concentrate on relaxing your hole so you enjoy getting pozzed," as he gave Greg some additional finger-action. After a couple of minutes of vigorous action he withdrew his fingers, showing his bloody digits to the othr stallions. The boy was already a mess. Then it all happened quite fast. While the barback led Greg into a stall, the stallions crowded into the adjoining stall, all intent of watching Greg take it up the ass. Greg, of course, was extremely excited, and noticed a television screen which showed a gay porn movie. For the first time Greg saw guys actually fuck each other in the ass. The barback, meanwhile, pointed to a hole in the wall of the stall through which the first hard dick was protruding. A thick and long dick which was ready to plumb the cunt into which it was ready to dump its toxic gift. “But I won’t see them this way,” Greg complained. “Believe me honey, most times you don’t want to see them in broad daylight. Besides, the anonymity is a big part of the fun. This way you concentrate on your work, which is draining dicks. It doesn’t matter how cool the guy in the other stall is, you just have to squeeze his dick with your cunt and accept his load. Then the next will deposit his load and so one and so on. This is your job!” the barback explained, adding “If you need more lube tell me. It doesn’t help anyone if you tolerate the pain for only one or two dicks. Your job is to empty the balls of every guy who wants to fuck you, no matter the pain. As a mare you are advised to accept and receive. And it's my job to lube you up whenever you need it. The guys have to wait then until you are ready to get your next poz load. That is all that matters." Gregory nodded, and presented his ass-cunt towards the dick protruding through the hole. The barback helpfully assisted the fuck stick to find its way home into the mare, as slowly, very slowly, Greg received one inch after another, even if he moaned in genuine discomfort. “Oh man…. this fucker is tight…. I can’t….. oh fucking god….. sweet jesus…. I think he pinches my dick off…..” the stallion panted loudly. “Baby….. push a little back. Try to relax and let this guy enter you completely,” the barback recommended, applying a bit more lube on the invading dick. Only half of the nine inches had entered the young one's body, but the barback could readily see the bloody streaks. He had done a great job and was proud of himself. While thinking of that, he decided he would help Gregory a bit more and so he squat in front of the twink and pushed against his hips and finally more inches entered the abused hole. Greg couldn’t help but to express his pain and groaned loudly. On the other side of the wall several guys cheering and even the bartender praised the good job Greg had demonstrated. Greg, of course, believed every word he was told.

Just got back from getting loaded. A young muscular black guy (25 ish) had hit me up in the last couple of weeks on A4A wanting to fuck and breed my ass, but the times never lined up until tonight. I'd been online for a few hours on the usual sites looking to get fucked and bred. I came close to hooking up with one hung top, but it wasn't meant to be this evening. I was just getting up from the computer to go into the other room when I heard that familiar buzz from A4A. Naturally curious, I sat back down and saw it was my guy. He asked if I was available to fuck and of course I immediately replied yes. After a few back and forths, I got his location. I suspect he was borrowing a friend's apartment since he had earlier said he lived downtown. I got the address and headed out for our fuck session. On the way he texted me instructions that once I got to the apartment that I was to strip down, get on all fours, lube my hole and he would take over from there. He lubed up his cock and positioned it at my hole. After a few exploratory pokes, he pushed all the way in my ass and started to pound away. He had an 8.5 thick cock and if felt fantastic as it was thrusting deep into me. No words were exchanged except when he wanted me to move a leg or flip onto my back. We ended up with me on my stomach as he fucked from behind. After a couple of minutes of that he slowed down and stopped moving as he unloaded deep in my guts. When he pulled out, I just put my clothes back on and left as quietly as I had arrived. On the walk home, my hole felt awesome. I knew my ass lips were a bit puffy since with each step I they would send that just fucked sensation to my brain. When I got home, I stripped off, inspected my underwear for the telltale signs of cum leakage and then fingered my hole and tasted his cum and my ass. I posted another ad online advertising my cummy hole and have now just gotten a response....Load #2?

I'm all about real size sex I want to have sex I don't want to dream I don't want to fantasize I don't want to wait I want to have sex real actual sex everyone out there is more into the fantasy then sex itself. I don't know why but my Facebook has taken off and getting loads of messages from insanely hot men want to have sex with me, men that I know are way too hot for me, and I guarantee that if they were on Scruff and within distance and I started to hit on them they wouldn't hit me back. Spend hours and hours of cruising,exchanging pictures on pps and websites, with very little results, and the problems always the same: the guy I'm interacting with doesn't want sex he's in a fantasy while having a conversation with me. Anyone miss the eighties when you Cruised a guy and you would have sex, never pulling down your pants in the bar to confirm how long it is, how fat it is, how uncut it i, how hard it is

i get btms asking, buf fukn tops? this if fucked up. As for the other meaning of clean, i never pass up a chance to load a hot btm, douched or not

Love this story.

fuck yeah, thanks for continuing, took care of my morning wood

I live in Australia originally from the U.K. As are my two housemates one female and one male. They have had lots of family visiting from the uk so has been hard trying to get me in the house to fuck.... so finally I gave up and snuck in this hot older guy with a big thick cut cock... got him in the house via a side gate... he walked in I was. Asked lubed and ready to get fucked.... I sucked him until he was hard and wet. He bent. He bent over and slid in balls deep... he fucked me hard and deep for a while and then some one was knocking on my fucking door... I was not about to interrupt this fucking hot action so we made it to the door his cock balls deep in me. i open the door and lean around the door as he's fucking me his balls slapping against mine his poz cut cock so deep in me I can see my stomach moving as it gives in to me.... and I'm trying to talk to this idiot at my bedroom door asking me about bread... WTF I can feel him getting closer and he shouts a load in me... I pretend to cough and shut the door and then muffle a screen as I cum so hard from this hot older AIDS guy unloading his toxic cum in me just feet from my housemates mum...

B/F switched drugs a month ago to Genvoya, got his first month's test and he's still undetectable. He fucks me almost every day raw and rough and I"m still neg. Some days I wish I'd catch it, most days glad I haven't but getting fucked by a poz guy, even undetectable is the best sex and the best sex fantasy I've ever had.

Confirmed poz in July '16, CD4 was 6 and VL was 421,760 and two weeks in hospital. Happy to say that after starting Genvoya in July, last test CD4 was 363 and VL was 30. Moving fast to becoming undetectable. Now if I could just curb this super sex drive I've gotten since getting better. Damn... have turned into a bigger slut than before! LOL

For a change of pace I gave a load to a hungry cocksucker at the avs near my job

I was on BBRTS last night and received a message from a guy saying only "We want to destroy you now." I looked at his profile and he was hot. He was 37 and had a great body. "How many guys?" I asked. "You will find out when you get here," he answered. "What are you after?" I asked. "ou won't have a say in what we do." Now I was horny! I jumped on the subway and headed to the hotel, arriving wet as it was pouring. I made my way to their room. When the door opened I found four gym fit naked guys. 'Fuck', I thought. I took a little drink and stripped, and sat on the face of one of the guys who was laying on his back on the bed. He got to work getting me wet while I went between the other three guys, sucking each guy's cock. Less than five minutes later one guy said in broken English "Now we destroy you." Pushing me onto my back, the guys held me down and pulled my legs up and apart. Then one of the guys thrust his way all the way into my ass and started pounding me. There was no way to stop and there was very little pleasure (at least for me) but at least I knew they weren't joking in saying they would destroy me. The whole session lasted about two hours. They spoke almost entirely in Italian so I had no clue what was coming next, but occasionally they used English, at which time they spouted poz talk and name calling, such as faggot, worthless slut, etc. They took turns with me, and there was quite a bit of ass to month cleaning, a bit of DP as well as face fucking. One after the other each made a final assault on my ass, blowing his load in me. The last guy churned it all up as the sperm flowed down my ass. After he blew I licked his dick clean , and could taste all four loads. Then I collapsed on the bed and they kept fingering some of their loads out of my hole and fed the cum to me. I made a move to jerk off but they stopped me, handed me my clothing, and told me to get lost. Which, of course, I did. Even if my ass is still a bit sore this morning, the experience was totally worth it.

Ive had 4 guys before shower me, 6 loads in total. I loved it feeling their cum dry on my face

I've had 3 guys cum all over my face together at the same time and it was fuckin hot. I'd like to be the center of a bukkake with at least 10 guys. It can be a fun change from taking loads up your hole. I just love cum!

Mark and I were still sneaking around and it was always, 100% of the time hot. I would still go over to Mark and Danny’s and have 3ways and there was a lot of flirting between Danny and I at work but it was the times with Mark that really got me going. Taking his big, thick, poz cock was something I was getting very addicted to and he never passed up an opportunity to sneak away to meet me. They both told me the 3ways had improved their sex lives but they didn’t broadcast what we did to anyone else. To everyone else they were the happy monogamous couple it was only I who knew that other freaky side of them. I knew how Danny liked to watch his boyfriend fuck poz loads into me and I knew every square inch of Mark and just how to work load after poz load out of him. We had been fooling around for almost a year on and off when they had a party for Danny’s birthday. I got there early to help set up and met one of Mark’s friends for the first time. His name was Diego and he had this compact wrestler’s build and one firm round ass. We were in charge of setting up the drink area and we freely helped ourselves all afternoon and as the day progressed so did the flirting, which led to touching and kissing and then flat out groping. I saw Mark watching us a few times but he would always look busy when he saw me looking. Once the party was in full swing people were everywhere and Diego and I were horned up from the build up all afternoon. I grabbed his hand and took him upstairs into the extra bedroom and by the time the door shut we were pressed together in one amazing kiss. I had been feeling his cock but I was ready to get my hands on it. I dropped to my knees and undid his pants and freed his cock. And what a cock it was. A good 7 inches cut but on his short compact frame it looked massive. I leaned in and sucked one of his balls into my mouth and then licked my way from the base of his cock to the head. I licked and sucked up and down his cock until his hands found my head and pushed my mouth down on him. He held my head as he fucked his cock into my mouth hitting the back of my throat and then holding me down on him until I almost couldn’t take it. Then he pushed me over to the bed working my pants off and then he was sucking me deep into his throat. It felt great but I wanted that ass of his. I had him lie on his stomach and spread his cheeks and buried my face in them. I licked and sucked his hole slipping first one then two fingers into him. I got on my knees behind him and rubbed my cock on his hole slowly pushing the head of my rock hard cock into him only to pull out and do it all over again. Finally I couldn’t take it anymore and rammed my cock into him. He arched his back and pushed his hips back to meet my thrusts as I fucked him. That ass truly was made to be fucked and I took full advantage of it. We were both buzzed enough from all the drinking we had done that we were fucking rougher and then he turned his head and said I want to fuck you. Hell yeah! We switched places and Diego was licking my hole and then sliding into me. Once he got all the way in he started to fuck and fuck hard. He never let up. His hips were banging into mine and we were both moaning as he blasted his load into me. We straightened ourselves up and he snuck back downstairs and I told him I would meet him in a few minutes so no one would suspect what we had been off doing. When I opened the door to leave Mark was standing there. He just looked at me then walked over and as he pushed the bedroom door closed behind him he leaned into me kissed my neck and asked if I had fucked Diego. I told him we fucked each other and Mark pulled out his cock and wrapped my hand around it and asked who had the bigger cock him or Diego. I truthfully told him his was bigger. He asked who fucked better and again I told him it was him. He pushed me to the bed and pulled down my pants as he knelt behind me and slid a finger into my hole working it around in the load Diego left in me. Mark spread my cheeks and ate my hole sucking Diego’s load out of me and then kissing me with it. Then he had me suck his cock and using Diego’s load and some spit for lube he fucked that big thick poz cock into me. His boyfriend’s birthday party going on downstairs but he needed to fuck me. He told me he shouldn’t be jealous but he was and he took the anger out on my ass. Mark and I have fucked so many times but never like that. He was forcing his cock into me and pounding me like he hated me. Soon he added his poz load into me and the pounding he gave my prostate caused me to shoot one huge load without ever touching my cock. He pulled me into a hug and we kissed and kissed. That was one of the most amazing fucks ever. It was fueled by jealousy, a bit of anger and the need to dominate. We snuck back to the party no one knowing the birthday boys boyfriend had fucked yet another poz load deep into me.

Huge sexhibitionist here. Love being fucked and milked in front of other guys and hearing their comments as they watch me take multiple cocks, etc. Done it in baths and sex resorts and Now that I've gone condom free it's really amped up the sexual high factor of being bred like a stud farm animal while guys stand around and watch or wait a turn. Discovered I really enjoy having sex openly around other guys. It's a very natural and very male instinct to just want to breed and not care who is watching.

For the first time in quite a while, this past weekend I was traveling alone to St. Louis, leaving my husband at home. Before I left, however, I told him I'd play safe. When I arrived in St. Louis I was sharing a room with a friend who went off on his own for several hours, leaving me alone, so naturally I hopped on Grindr. Quite quickly I connected with a 20 year old black college top who was 500 feet away, and who wanted to play safe. We exchanged a few pics, and he asked if I could host. I answered by supplying the name and address of my hotel, as well as my room number. Within 30 minutes, there was a knock at the door, and upon opening it, I ushered him me. Although he began chatting as soon as the door was closed, I ignored his remarks, loosened his belt and pants, dropped to my knees to begin sucking his dick as I helped him drop his boxers. When he was hard I moved him onto the bed. He wanted to kiss, but I did an about face and presented him with my ass. I also reached for a condom, selecting the magnum from the top of the stack. As he played with my hole, I rolled the condom onto his dick, lubed my ass, and, in a single thrust, forced his cock into my ass. His stamina was decent stamina and was easily rough enough to break a condom, although it wasn't really an issue: I had deliberately tampered with the condom I had slid onto his cock, with the result, as planned, it broke on almost the first stroke. He never realised as much, however, as he was lost in the pleasureable rhythmic thrusting of his dick as it forcible penetrated my hole. As his face began to visibly change in expression, he moaned "I'm going to cum!" And so he did. I could distinctly feel each and every rope of his thick, warm seed deep inside my hole. He collapsed on me, struggling for several minutes to regain his breath. Before he could intervene I slid off his cock, and deftly removed the condom so he never seemed to realized his seed was dripping from my hole. Afterwards he cleaned-up, dressed and split. I never got his name, but, of course, when I got home I told my husband the kid and I had used a condom.

I am complete pig pussy boy sub. I am able to cum now and will let you and other do anything to me for days. Only limit is vagina and scat. Rape me, give me toxic loads, take me to bath houses to be used, have me be raped by everyone at your command at jack hammers, tie me up in a sling, ff me (new to it), make certain this boy pussy is bred and raped by as many men as u want. Fuck me up, film me, make my hole bleed. I will be toy for all. I'm serious. What u waiting for. I'm a dude next door type. Handsome and masculine.

I'm ready to be raped as much as you want to use me. I know my place as a boy

Point taken, but due to the ratio of few tops to many bottoms, us tops are usually too busy fucking to write stories. Would you rather have a load squirted up your ass or a story about it?

I left him after that, too tired, sweaty and sore to carry on. He kissed me and said he hoped to see me again. "In the meantime," he said, "There's a sauna you might like. Very friendly and a bit more comfortable than these places!" He gave me the address and I headed back to my hotel for a hot bath. I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror and said again "what have I done?" But it was too late now and I couldn't forget the sheer excitement of all those men in me, the evidence for which squirted from my arsehole when I sat on the toilet bowl. Work kept me busy for the next week, but then I had an evening free and remembered the sauna. "why not?" I thought. " it'll be less sleazy but I can relax a little." I looked it up on line, and the description made my heart skip a beat. It was reviewed as "dirty" and "sleazy". Most people said they had been once, and never again as it was "full of old men" Someone even said they'd got a dose of clap there. My hand was shaking. Relaxing? It sounded more like a pig paradise. I went out after dinner and, although I had the address and a map, it took me a while to find it down a sidestreet near the docks. There was a windowless building with a nondescript door with the word sauna on it with an arrow pointing to a buzzer. I buzzed and heard the door unlock. I pushed it open and went inside. There was a counter and aother door beyond it. A middle-aged guy leant on the counter. "Hi" I said," How much is the sauna?" "Fifteen,"He replied," But tonight is one of our special nights, so its 20." "Special nights? What kind of special night?" He looked curiously at me "Tonight is the monthly HIV night." I swallowed. "Oh, right. Do..do you have to be HIV positive to come in?" He laughed. "No you don't. But the fact you had to ask means you're not - right? I shook my head, shaking with fear and excitement. "I don't know. Here's the 20" He shrugged and buzzed open the inner door. "Your choice, kiddo. Have fun. By the way, it's also no towels, naked only." Inside was a small changing room with lockers. It smelled of body odour. A couple of guys were getting changed and I glanced over their naked bodies, white and flabby like slugs, and felt my throat go dry with lust. I stripped and noticed a grimey bottle attached to the wall upside down with "Lube" on it in felt pen. I squeezed a dollop onto my fingers and smeared it between my buttocks then, with a deep breath stepped out of the changing room feeling vulnerable and excited in my nudity. There was a small area with a steam room, showers and a toilet. The filthy carpet was wet beneath my feet. A staircase led up into darkness and I made my way up, eyes not yet adjusted. There was a corridor with rooms off it. The only light came from flickering televisions showing porn. Nude men lay face down on the beds inside, legs spread hopefully. I made my way further along the corridor feeling my buttocks sliding against each other with the lube until I came to an open space with a large, round, leather couch in the centre, two slings in the corners and, like the others, lit only by a porno movie on a TV screen on the wall. It was packed with naked bodies, pale flesh glistening in the light from the TV. Both slings were taken, the men in them both with someone between their spread legs clearly fucking them as their arses swayed back and forth. The crowd seemed to suck me in, and I shuddered at the touch of the sweating bodies I knew to be diseased. The atmosphere was heavy with poppers making my cheeks feel flushed and my heart begin to pound. Hands were all over me, feeling my thickening cock, squeezing my nipples, probing my arsehole. I found myself next to the bench on which pale, flabby bodies writhed and groaned, some on their knees offering themselves to the circle of watching men. Someone kissed me, and I recoiled at the thought of his diseased body, then felt myself letting go and with a groan I kissed him back, feeling his tongue in my mouth and a beard scratching my chin. He pushed me back onto the bench in amongst the naked bodies and raised my legs. In the dim light I found myself looking up at a short, fat middle aged guy with heavy rings in his sagging nipples and old school tattoos all over his body. He grinned, revealing stained and broken teeth, and shuffled forward, holding my legs apart as he got into position. I felt the first thrust of his surprisingly thick cock, and felt a moments panic. I could kid myself that the other times I might have got lucky and got away with it but this was the real thing. I was about to be fucked bareback by an HIV positve man. Two men either side took over holding my legs as he leant forward and clamped a poppers bottle to my nose, holding one nostril closed so I had to take a big hit. As the chemical coarsed through my body, I felt my inhibitions being swept away and knew I was lost. He swapped nostrils, and as another hit made my head swim, he pushed brutally forward and his cock slammed into me. "Ahhh... christ!" I gasped in pain, but at the same time my arms went round his neck and I gave myself up to the wonderful, filthy feeling of his cock moving in and out of my hole. He kissed me, and his sweating body started to tremble and his movements more urgent. Perhaps the poppers had got to him, or maybe he'd been there a while. Either way, I knew he was going to cum in me and I groaned in surrender. Isn't this what I came for? I thought. He suddenly gave a snort of release, his body jerked and I could feel his cock throbbing as he filled me with toxic sperm. I was overcome with lust and crushed my mouth to his as he stopped moving, and lay gasping over me. At last he got off me and I felt his softening cock pop out of my hole. "Phew! Cheers, buddy." He said, then turned and disappeared into the crowd. I lay there feeling an enormous sense of freedom and as if I had arrived at the place I was supposed to be. Slowly, deliberately, like a supplicant I turned over and bent forward, offering my arse as I began to suck the cock of one of the guys lying on the couch. I didn't have long to wait. I didn't even look round as a short but heavy cock slid into me and another stranger prepared to breed me...

We went upstairs and sat at the bar. There were a few guys by now and I saw them looking at us with some disgust. The barman served us a couple of beers. He dropped a coin when he was putting the money in the cash register. When he bent down I saw a wet patch on the back of his trousers. I could now see Bill better in the glow from the lights behind the bar. He was skinny and older than I thought, with wispy hair and thin, waxy skin and liver spots over the back of his wrinkled hands. He also had a noticeable sore on his bottom lip and I shuddered at the memory of his kiss, and those diseased lips around my cock, He grinned at me "I heard about your exploits downstairs last night. Sounds like you're a right dirty bastard!" he said. I blushed and grinned back, then sipped my beer. He leaned towards me and said in a low voice. "I take it you're poz like me, then?" "I'm...not sure. I've never been tested." He chuckled and winked at me. "If you've been fucking bare downstairs, I think we can safely assume you are now!" My hand shook a little as I remembered the previous evening and being bred by the man with the biohazard tattoo... He saw my excitement. "You like the thought of it...the dirty sex?" My throat was dry and I could only nod. "Time for me to do my rounds. Want to come?" Intrigued, I said alright and he suddenly went serious. "You come with me and there's no turning back. I live in the gutter and plumb the depths." I looked into his evil face, lined and gaunt from god knows what depraved activities and swallowed my beer. "let's go." I said, aware of the darkness emerging from my soul. We went outside. It was getting dark and the broken pavement glistened with rain. We went down a side street, then turned into a dark alley way with a flickering sign at the end which said Gay Cinema. Inside was a small booth with a bored looking fat guy watching some monitors playing porn. I paid the money for both of us, and followed Jim into the cinema. It was dim, smelly and lit only by a screen showing a close up of a bare cock thrusting between two huge buttocks. There were quite a few men watching. They all seemed to be middle aged or older, real dirty raincoat brigade, most of them wanking judging by the furtive movements of their arms. He ignored them and led me to a staircase leading down to the toilet which consisted of a single cubicle, broken wash basin and a urinal. There was a big hole cut in the cubicle door and I could see in the dim light that some padding had been put around the rim. The door below the hole was covered in dark stains and the whole, claustrophobic area reeked of piss. "Makes the toilet in the bar seem positively four star, don't it?" Bill pulled me into the cubicle and shut the door. It was dark and the toilet bowl had no seat. "After a couple of hours watching porn, they're ready to pop." he said, "and they 'ain't interested in anything but a warm, wet hole to do it in. You up for this?" I took a deep breath. "Yes," realising as I said it what I had become. "One more thing. They're not exactly interested in personal hygiene either, let alone the last time they went to a clap clinic. This is the gutter, mate." I nodded my agreement. He sat on the porcelain bowl, undid my belt and pulled my trousers and pants down. "Nice," he said as my erection sprang free. " but that’s not what we're here for. Turn around." I did as I was told, and he produced some lube and tenderly anointed my arsehole. I giggled and said "I feel like it's my wedding night!" He laughed, and turned me round again. "Stick your arse through the hole." I squatted and found it was big enough to put my whole bottom through, until I was half sitting, half squatting on the padding. Bill stood up. To pass the time, he opened his flies and pushed his thickening cock in my mouth. As I sucked, he opened some poppers and the cubicle filled with aroma until my cheeks felt flushed and my heart pounded. Suddenly, a rough finger was thrust into my cunt, making me jump with shock. "Ah," "Said Bill."Got one, have we?" A second finger was thrust in me, making me wince with pain as the nails scratched me, but I held still. I heard the man grunt appreciatively as he found my hole was well-lubed. The fingers withdrew and I felt hands on my buttocks pulling them apart a little, and then a blunt, heavy cock was pushed into me. My cunt stretched around the head, and then the shaft slid up me until I could feel his hairy stomach against my cheeks.. "Oh, Christ!" I gasped as it began to fuck me. Bill sat down on the bowl, holding my face in his hands. He kissed me then ruffled my hair. "Good boy!" He whispered. I was jerking against the door as the man started thrusting heavily in and out. Footsteps sounded on the stairs and I heard a low chuckle of surprise. "Fuckin' hell! Give us a look, mate!" The cock in me slid most of the way out, and the voice said. "Bareback, eh? Dirty bastard" The man fucking me made no reply. I could tell by the urgency in his thrusts he was close to coming and grabbed the bottle and took a deep sniff. As the chemical hit my brain, the cock in my arse swelled and throbbed and I knew it was coming in me. Finally it stopped. After a pause, the softening cock slid out of me, and I felt sperm dribble over my balls. There was the sound of water in the basin, and at the same time the newcomer pushed a finger in me, sliding easily into the lube and spunk. "Don't mind if I do!" he chortled, and I felt his long, thin cock slip easily up me He fucked me like a rabbit, rapidly in and out then suddenly pushed tight against me. "Coming in you!" he groaned and by his jerky movements I knew he was filling me up. Then, brutally, he pulled out and we heard him stumble upstairs. Bill pulled me up and turned me round. He pulled my cheeks apart. " Bloody hell, it's dripping alright. Looks like you got plenty of babies pumped in you." He licked my hole delicately, savouring the taste of the spunk, as several sets of footsteps clattered down the stairs. "Sounds like the word's got round " he said, turning me back and pushing my bottom towards the glory hole. "Can’t disappoint your lovers, can we?" I heard low whispers of appreciation as my arse appeared, rustles of clothing and zips being lowered, and then I was penetrated again, sagging against Jim's neck as he kissed my cheek and whispered encouragingly to me. One after another, they raped my arsehole with all manner of cocks, small, fat, long, thin and not a condom between them. Once the last footsteps had gone back upstairs, Bill lifted me off the glory hole. I was wringing with sweat and sperm was running down my thighs as my cunt gaped from all the pounding. He turned me round and produced a filthy cloth. “Cum rag.” He grinned and used it to wipe the worst of the spunk and lube dripping from my battered arsehole down my balls and thighs. My cock was rigid and tingly and fit to burst and I knew I was lost in piggery, never to return. Jim turned, lowered his clothes and bent over the smelly toilet bowl. “Climb on, lad. I think you deserve it.” I took the lube, smeared some over my cock, and pushed forward, sliding deliciously into a hot, grainy heat which made me gasp with pleasure and disgust at the same time. “Can’t… can’t hold it!” I gasped. “ Spunk up me, then!” He cried and with a howl of release I felt my cock burst into throbbing ecstasy and I shot my spunk up him. For the first time, I noticed a small, cracked mirror on the rear wall and saw myself in the dim light crouched over the naked man, cock deep in his arse, face flushed with lust and perversion. I smiled at my true self and licked my lips as I moved my cock in him ensuring my cum was pushed deep in his guts…

Yeah I had the same about 19 years ago. Unbeknownst to us we got the sling room that is well known to be the 'go to' room for gang bangs. Before I knew it I had 7 guys lining up to pound my pig hole. I had loads up my ass, over my face and at one point, 2 guys were pulling my ass open so guys could just shoot straight into it. As I got more chemed up, I got out of the sling and was pushed face down on to the vinyl mat under the sling and had my face pushed Into all the used cum and ass juice as anither guy fucked me in all the juices. It was a dream come true and one I have being trying to replicate for years.

It's funny...one of the bars here did a '70s themed blackout party (complete with an old school DJ spinning vinyl!) and precisely because it captured the vibe so well (complete with backroom), it really drove home just how much things have changed. Perhaps I'm becoming a curmudgeon in my old age, but I'm really starting to come around to the opinion that quite a lot of the technological changes we have seen over the course of my lifetime have been for the worse. I look now at what the Internet brings to me that is unabashedly positive. I can only think of a few things and they are all research tools I use for work. Let's face it: online hookup sites have ruined cruising. They draw us in with the promise of easy sex. But how often do they really deliver? Yes, I've gotten hookups that way, but it's hit-or-miss. And the honest truth is sometimes it really is easier to use it as masturbation material. I'm as guilty of that as anyone else. Meanwhile, if you can find a bar with a backroom, if you have your cock out stroking, at the very least someone is going to give you head. Let's face it: widespread cheap porn has ruined sex. It's way too easy to say "Fuck it" and not go through the hassle of getting laid and just stay home and rub one out to a video. That and it sets expectations that real life will never be able to live up to, at least not on any consistent basis. That's the problem: porn has gotten too good, too varied and too available. In the past you might have a few VHS tapes that had models that probably weren't exactly your thing having lackluster sex. Now Rule 34 is in full effect, and you can vicariously enjoy exactly the kind of sex with the kind of men you always wanted. It's a much stronger competitor for the real thing than it used to be. And it's only getting worse. VR will be a disaster. And I really hope the day never comes when really good sex bots are a thing, because they will kill real sex almost completely. Even sites like this are a problem. I don't really want to talk about having sex. I want to have sex. The sorts of conversations we have here really never came up all that much in real life prior to the internet, except perhaps in the most fleeting of ways. Why? Because if we were face-to-face talking about sex, our cocks were going to be out two seconds later. And really, how many ways is it possible to have the same conversation over and over again? "I really love getting fucked raw and taking loads!" "Really? That's hot...so do I!" "And I really love fucking ass bareback!" "HOT!!!" That's a good 95% of this site right there. Again, it's that vicarious thrill, this time from thinking about and talking about our fantasies, rather than watching them. Just like with porn, it's not quite as good as the real thing, but all too often good enough. But it's so hard to stay away from all this precisely because it is good enough. It kinda makes me wish I could get internet access that blocked out all the sex sites, the porn, the hookup sites (and all the other time sucks like Facebook and Twitter and all that). More than that, it's killing our local communities. How many guys don't do bars now because they can just sit online? How many guys don't support their local leather shop who actually makes what he sells because we can order stuff mass produced in China from some website? Every minute you are sitting here instead of getting out of the house is a minute that could have been spent getting laid, or actually having real friends, or doing something in a real, not virtual, community. That's what the internet is: Virtual. Good enough. No effort needed. And the price we pay for "good enough" is the mindblowing awesomeness of the real thing (that yes, does take a little work). It's a shitty trade. We're stuck with internet mediocrity.

*** Entering his opulent white and gold bedroom, Riggs flipped on a classical CD and led me to a full-length mirror near the bay windows. It was late outside, the night clear. The streets were empty with most window dark. Save for the flashing of the Bar X sign, there was no movement in the city. On the dresser, he found a jeweled box. From it he pulled out two small, black suction cups. "Get them good and wet." I salivated all over them. The music rose around me, engulfed me in warmth and brilliant light. He turned me around and licked one of my nipples. Goosebumps erupted across my chest, arms, neck. Riggs licked the other one. He squeezed out the air of one of the suction cups, placed it on the nipple, and then did the same with the second. The suction felt like someone giving me a hickey, unrelenting. I gently pulled at them to get them to intensify the draw. He slid behind me, close enough so I felt his bulging cock press inside my thighs. I instinctively clenched by butt cheeks to grab his bulge. "Good boy," he responded, "there's performance potential for you yet." I looked at us in the mirror and liked what I saw. "Maybe more potential than can be contained on a stage. Still feeling good?” "Or bad," I suggested, nuzzling my butt back against him. He ran fingers lightly over my abs, and flicked the black cups. I ground my ass cheeks back and forth over the crusted yellow stain I felt behind me. "I feel good. Thank you, Sir. Sensual. Open. Like anything you'd want to do I'd let you,” I said, trying out ideas and trying phrases I was allowed to call him. “Anything Pig Rigg wants." "You get the picture, don't you?" he breathed, then stuck his tongue in my ear. "Secret of performance: Show, don't tell. Do you like the music?" "It's the most beautiful music I've ever heard." I started undulating into him. "You know in the play you'll have to be naked at times. Are you comfortable with that?” I nodded beginning to slip out of my jock strap letting my hardon slap my stomach. "No, boy, leave it on. Show me how the music moves you." Before I could get to it, he pulled up my jock, feeling my erection again before pushing it down. I started swaying to the low bass strings, following wherever it led around the bedroom, letting it show me how to move. Interpreting rhythm and melody, watching my host carefully, interpreting what he would enjoy me doing next. Wordlessly, instinctively, directing me as he sat at the edge of the bed. I moved to him, bent over, rubbing his crotch with my butt. He let two fingers run through my crack and sniffed. "Oh, you filthy child," he said, upright on the bed. "You have the hairiest bubble butt I've ever seen. When was the last time you washed that crack?" It wasn't a question but a direction I understood. Slowly I crawled on the bed, facing him, spread my cheeks apart and started rutting on top his yellow stain, wiping whatever was exciting him with my scent, pushing his shoulders down so he was prone. The grunge of my asshole, over and over, rubbed against his the yellow stain. I raised my arms and slow bent down, first my right then left, to let him smell my stink. He licked both pits hungrily, uttering low moans of lust. I felt his tits for the first time, and knew if my dick hadn't been restricted I would have shot my wad right there. I told him what beautiful utters he had, that I wanted utters like his. I asked if I could suck them. Of course, he answered. I backed off his bulge a bit to get into a position on all fours, and noticed where I'd rubbed, his crotch was now streaked brown. He notice too. "You gutter trash, look what you did," he said, pleased. "Suck my tits, pigboy." I dove down on his chest and sucked like a nursing pig. While suckling on one, I played with the other. "Harder, alley boy," he cried, "these tits are indestructible. They connect straight to my cock and make me want to fuck your shitty hole." He ripped the cups off my nipple, flung me to my side. "Let's see. Yes. Lovely!" I looked down and what were always flat tiny tits, were now small mounds of flesh Riggs could hold on to. He tossed me on my back, and knelt over me, drinking me in, admiring even the smallest of changes he'd already made in me. As he crouched over me, he rutted my restrained cock against his pants. A little stain of precum wet his crotch. My hands found their way back to his nipples, pushing myself up to sitting, my mouth soon followed. While sucking him, he stroked my hair, and I emanated my own moans like a hungry piglet greedy for its supper. He reached down and put two fingers between my legs, rubbing the taint between my balls and hole. He was going to get me to cum without even stroking my cock. He pulled open my jock, fondled my hardened cock, gave me several strokes, and quickly pushed it straight down again. I was annoyed and frustrated since more than anything I wanted to be naked for him, naked with him, feeling him, skin on skin. His delaying my desires only made them stronger. It caused my erection to push out the fabric straining ever harder. He was playing me. I was his instrument succumbing to his every wordless direction. He paused, looked at his clock, thought. He raised us both off the bed, guiding us to his full length mirror. "Look at you," he said. I saw perspiration beaded on my forehead, a trickle of sweat running down from my pits down my flanks. "Could you be like this in front of an audience? People watching you, thrilling to how you're turning yourself on, and them on, at the same time?" "Yes, if you guided me, put me through my paces. I know I could, Sir.” I nuzzled my head back against his shoulder. He ran his hand over my neck and reached down to my tits, pulling on each one. "It might not be what you expected, but I can lead you where I know you want to go. I can tell already the direction isn't what you set out for, and we'll need to go much, much further, find your limits and then go well beyond them. I have friends, many friends, that can help you. One in particular." I could feel him pressing up behind me, his fully erect penis pressing against his fabric. I reached around and gave his girth a strong squeeze. Nothing felt as good as that moment, feeling him lust for my ass as I was hungry for his cock. I push down his waist band and felt his hardon pop up, making a wet sound of precum slap against my balls. I instinctive arched my back and use his cock to glide along my ass. "You've never been fucked, have you, David?" I shook my head against him. "Let's slow down," he said, tilting my pelvis out of an arch and stepping out of his drawstrings. He slid his hand under my pits, wiping a trail of sweat down my torso and finally slipped off my jock. I felt relaxed in his arms, not frantic as a moment before. My cock at last freed and erect to show him how much he aroused me. He walked us a few steps over to the bay windows. We stopped at the center glass. He pushed me forward so I had to prop myself against the frame. He began grinding his cock between my legs. I was wet from sweat and his copious precum. I could feel his cockhead getting larger than before, to the point where he was almost at the point of not being able to stop. He whispered in my ear, "Wave." Looking back at him and then following his gaze down, I saw the tenement figure I had been spying on in the dining room, unmistakably looking up at us. "Say hello to you future manager. Say hello to Mr. X."

The Pig in Pygmalion (Night 1) I arrived at the address Riggs had left for me, a triplex at the top of Lombard Street. Tourist's cars lined up at the lip of the street to serpentine their way to the bottom of the hill. I rang the buzzer, a little nervous, still sweating in my tank top and shorts from the fencing class and the uphill walk. Riggs answer wearing white yoga pants and an open Hawaiian shirt revealing a clipped chest of white hair. He was slightly taller than me, maybe three inches, and stood near enough that I could smell fragrant soap. That was bad enough, but thank God he wasn't drenched in cologne or I don't know if I'd have gone in. I spied his shirt pockets hid unusually large nipples. I looked down to avoid staring. It was hard to miss his dick outlining against the thin pant fabric. It was also impossible to ignore the large piss stain ending at his tip. I quickly looked back to his eyes. He could see I was taken aback and smirked. "You can't wear too little in this weather, now can you?" he said, fanning his face, very Southern Bell-like. He shouldered me into the entryway and guided me up the steps to the mid-level of his triplex. In the living room, he started shutting blinds on a view of San Francisco the likes I'd only seen in movies. The room was stark white and cool, growing darker with each shade drawn. I was about to sit down on his white sectionals, when he called out, "Oh, dear, don't sit in here. Not with all that boy sweat on you. Just look at that tank top. Here," he demanded, "give that to me. I'll set it to air out in the laundry room. Hopefully it will dry—or not." He smiled, waiting while I pulled off my top. He was right. I was a sopping mess. Every inch of my top stuck where I pealed it off my skin. His eyes never left me. I felt under the microscope. "Sit your tukhus in the there," he said, pointing to the dining room. As I handed the tank top to him, he put it up to his nose. "Christ, boy! Utterly rank!" he exclaimed, delighted. "I thought you blonds hardly sweat. Come over here. Let me get a smell of you. Oh, now, David." He sadly shook his head. "As your director, you can't pull away before we even start. We have lots of daddy issues to get through, don't we? Yes, yes, I know about you and your family. How daddy cheated on mommy. How conflicted that must make you feel." I felt suddenly more than half-naked before this man. How badly did I want this part? "This is me, David," he said, waving his hand in front of himself. "No filters. It's gotten me this far." He was up close, almost in my face. "If we're going to work together, we're going to have to know each other intimately. But you knew that." He was looking slightly down at me. "Hello," he breathed. "Hello," I responded, reaching out a hand, trying to make a joke of it. "I'm David Kennedy, from..." "Not the Kennedys from Hyannis Port?" "Hardly. A lost stray from Redondo Beach, California." I thought I amused him, but he seemed already bored with the banter. "Yes, yes. All that. Leads in all four years at, what is it, Redondo High? Daddy a philanderer, momma dies last year of cancer. Ovarian. Actors don't hide those feeling, David. They use them." "Wait, what?" I was taken aback, embarrassed, and a little angry. "I don't know where you get off...what you said isn't on my resume, and sure isn't common knowledge." "Of course it's not, it's on your face, angel." He started ticking off on his fingers. "Boyhood friend, Perry, at UCSD in the fall, first love, I’d bet. Would love to have seen that. Already bedded two of the students at school, naughty boy." I know I blushed at that. He tousled my hair, more wanting to know if he could. I guess he could. He took a whiff of my shirt, and in a revelry, slowly recited, "Tattoo of a dreamcatcher on right buttocks. I'll need to see that." I was about to protest again, when he added: "You can thank Duncan for that." I was flustered, off-balance. "I...what gives you..." "Cliché, David. Gives me the right? If I'm offering the lead to an unknown unknown, you don't think I need to play detective to see if you're the good upstanding Boy Scout next door, or a back alley street hustler." Taking a quick whiff of my top, he spat, "By God I wish it was the latter." He regarded me seriously. "Besides. You know there are several nude scenes so we'll have to get comfortable with that. Therefore, tonight, David Kennedy of the Redondo Beach Kennedys, tonight you're not David. 'Boy' is the name of the lead in the play, so Boy you are all night. Now, lift your arms, boy," he ordered. I slowly lift them. He then took two large inhalations in my pits. "Perfect. Like an aphrodisiac, ain't they?" He said mockingly, insinuating the corn-pone character I was auditioning for. "Sniff them yourself, and tell me what you think." I did and found he was not incorrect. In the manner true to the character, but words my own, I drawled, "I always knew I liked the smell of wet pits, mine and others. Locker room smell, when like daddy came in from doing yard work. I’d always been kind of ashamed I liked it. I wonder how you knew that about me." He clapped slowly. "Beautiful. Perfect. Little less southern though. Now, you, being a California boy, you don't wear deodorant, do you?" I shook my head. "You know what's good?" he asked closing the space between us again. "The smell. But you know what's great? The taste," to which he buried his face in one pit, grabbed my shoulder, inhaled deeply and lick my hairs from bottom to top. "Aw, man!" A sharp twinge of shock and excitement overcame me. What started as a tickle, quickly became erotic. "You liked that, didn't you?" he asked. I gave it a second, then nodded. "Good. Step one taken. You're getting the hang of this, ain't cha?" He let me drop one arm but held up the other. Very purposefully he held my shoulder, and while looking me in the eye, slowly let his tongue crawl up my wet pit. It was a power play, so I reached around his neck and held his face in my pit. "Delicious!" he squealed, which made me let go. "I see we're going for hustler—" he said, studying the confusion on my face, "—or is it embarrassed Boy Scout? I can't tell." He paused, puzzled, and then abruptly dropped the scene. "Now then, what would you like to drink? Dinner should be ready in about twenty minutes. Seltzer? Orange juice? I just squeezed a couple of blood oranges before you came." He let innuendo ooze over the words. Again, I was off-balance whether we were still playing. "Good for when it's...hot." I played along as best I could, trying to recover, like what just happened was perfectly normal, happened at every audition. I made out tentatively, "Yes, squeeze me some juice." I thought it might sound insinuating, but it came out, I thought, pitiful. "Two shakes," Riggs said, and cheerfully sped into the kitchen. I looked around, not really know what I was doing there, felt way out of my league, neither gay nor theatrical, wondered how I was going to make it through this. I was relieved though that he was out of the room for a moment. I felt myself getting defensive. The crack about my father was true. He cheated on my mother. The sicker she got the less he hid his infidelities. I hated my father by the time my mom died. She left me whatever was left in her savings, the reason I could rent my little apartment; would have divorced him if she could, but it seemed pointless, so few months or days, and to what end? It was too depressing I stayed with Perry when she went into the hospital, at the end. Perry was the only thing good that year. I think we left each other so abruptly, right after graduation, because he felt my dependency, almost desperation to cling to someone. He encouraged me that San Francisco could be a new start for me, as UC San Diego was for him. Fuck your brains out, he advised. Don't look back. I deflected what Riggs brought out in me, felt sandbagged by it, and needed to steel myself if I was to get through this night. Fuck him, get the part, fucking queen, and live happily ever after in my back alley studio. I suddenly felt righteously judgmental, scanning the old faggot's place. An old, gay man with lots of money, that's what stood out. Really? Cliché 50's body builder photos? Several hung over the sectionals in the living room. Little loin cloths, boys with slick-backed ducktails. Holding spears, or in sailor hats holding thick ropes, fake wrestling poses. All signed. Of course, but wear was the statue of David? Oh, standing next to the staircase leading upstairs. Chandelier at the top of the stairs. The entrance to his bedroom. Fucking Liberace taste of the critically acclaimed. I went over to the dining room window. The sun was setting and I did everything I could to hate the view. The watercolors over the water, the rows of houses with their lights turning on, even a neon bar sign blinking "Bar X" two streets over. God, did I hate this place. So how then could I want it so badly I'd do anything to get it? I looked around at the dining room. A large black and white photograph of a lily, another next to it of a naked black body, sinewy, almost metallic. A brass-plated telescope positioned in the opposite corner at the window, pointing down to the street. I went over and looked through the lens. It framed a tenement apartment above the bar I had noticed. The focus centered on a dingy bedroom window. I turned a nob next to the lens. A large man came into view, fucking something suspended in chains. I looked away. But then curiosity and not a small bit of voyeurism drew me back. Whatever the man was fucking was completely encased in black. It appeared helpless. Except for the butt in the body suit there was no other skin showing. I saw the body was suspended in a sling that had a strap for each extremity. The large man abruptly ended the fuck holding the butt against himself tightly. After a moment released it and sat on a stool facing what he previous fucked. The brass telescope was a beautiful and very precise instrument. I zoomed in to see a close up of the butt of the black clad figure. It didn't register to me at first, but as I adjusted the focus I saw the large man slowly penetrating the butt with his hand. He withdrew his hand and replaced it with his other hand. He repeated this several times then withdrew. He then slipped in fingers of each hand and stretched the hole, and again slipped his hand, this time, up to his whole forearm inside the butt. I looked away for a moment to wipe my eyes, just as Riggs came back into the room with two drinks. "Cheers," he said, handing me a very large goblet. He read the looked on my face with curiously. "Oh, you must have met Mister X," he offered, pointing to the telescope. "Bottoms up," he said, and laughed. I took a sip and although I thought the taste would be familiar, it was extremely bitter. "Organic blood oranges. Different, don't you think?" "Uh, I dunno. I guess it's really strong, or something. Not quite Tropicana." "Oh God, no. Maybe I should get some sugar for you.” "No, it’s okay, I'll getting used to it." I was happy to finally sit at the table where things settled down to what seemed to be turning into a somewhat normal interview. Still, at first it was a struggle to get the image of the man's arm sliding into a butt out of my mind, but chit-chatting about how classes were going, about the revival, about my 'triumphs' in high school, a few plays I liked, some parts, some track wins, did the trick. When I talked about the track wins Riggs grew more interested, leaned across the table. How did I prepare, what winning felt like to me? I surprised myself by how vividly I recalled those meets. I did some gymnastics—Riggs thought as much—but track is really what I liked. Being outdoors, free for a few second putting everything I had on the line, the challenge of individually beating the guy next to me, throwing all I had into the finish line. Seeing Perry in the stands. My dad next to him, and some lady I didn't know. I edited the last part in a pause I hoped he didn't notice. Riggs asked about the apartment I rented, how much I paid, the expenses of the city, how far the apartment was from here. With every sip, I got more relaxed and more energized. Even more, each sip made him more interesting. Maybe it was that he seemed interested in me. That sounds conceited, but it was becoming a two-way street. I thought it was, at least. I saw him more than an old queen, maybe even kind of sexy in an old man who keeps in shape kind of way, especially when my gaze drifted to his yellow stain or the lumps under his shirt pockets. He put on some classical music, which sounded like the most beautiful music I had ever heard. He took my empty drink and went to freshen both of ours. I was surprised how I was getting obviously horny. I glanced around the dining room. There was a poster advertising a museum's Hockney exhibit—two figures, one in red jacket and khakis, and an underwater swimmer in a perfect swimming pool. The rippling water invited, compelled, and magnified the boy underwater in white swim trunks. Out of the living room and dining area, the red jacket provided the only dab of color. At a side table there were the two black and white photos. The one of a beautifully sculpted black man, and next to it the close up of a single lily. Something about the lily seemed, I don't know, strange, erotic. Riggs, shirtless, came back with drinks in hand. He said something about how dreadfully hot it was slaving away in the kitchen. Again with the Southern Bell affectations. I wasn't annoyed as much by the affectation, probably because I finally got a good look at his engorged nipples. As big as a woman's, what in high school we called high beams. They definitely weren't natural, but I couldn't look away. Part of me wanted to feel them, bite them, gnaw on them, nurse them. Before tonight I'd have been revolted by something freaky like that. I was confused but also mesmerized, and then almost as quickly I felt panicked that I even felt this way. As if on cue, the kitchen's smoke detector's alarm went off. For a second I thought it was in my head. My heart raced. But then smoke tendrils rolled out of the kitchen. I jumped up, felt incredibly woozy, and had to steady myself on the back of the chair. "Hang on, boy. I think I burned the chicken," he said. My panic melted into giggle. I couldn't tell you why, but it was the most absurd thing that was happening. He was looked at me, then joined in the laughter, bending over, chortling away. He was much more composed than I, caught his breath, gave me a fast once over, and quickly withdrew to fan out the kitchen. I heard the banging of the stove. He was back, royally announcing, "Apologies, David Kennedy, but dinner is ruined." I was still chuckling, puzzled why I even thought it was funny. "Y'know,” I said, “I'm not really even hungry." "Me neither," he snorted. "Let us retire to the study where we can continue our little interview." “Let us, yes," I said following up the stairs with his and my drink in hand. The statue of David, I flashed passing it at the staircase, had really big feet. *** In his study, I was overwhelmed by walls of photos. Two full walls of them, most signed to him, in appreciation, etc., some more cryptic. They were mostly men, some very young, only a few women. That seemed telling enough. Mixed in with headshots were production shots. One I made out was of Duncan, shirtless, in a dueling scene. I had already been impressed by his arms and pecs in class, but seeing him only in tights—what an enormous muscular butt he had—made me feel a little twinge in my jock. “Duncan is perfect, isn't he?" Riggs said, seeing the photo I was admiring. "A beautiful specimen. Not a great actor, but charismatic as hell. Look at that dimpled buttocks. A massive member. Small balls. I blame steroids. His back is a pockmarked horror, if you're into that kind of thing. And I am into that kind of thing." I laughed uneasily. Riggs measured my reaction, paused, then seriously asked, "David, do you feel that what you desire is worth the risk of what you need to sacrifice to attain it?" Trying to follow the director's train of thought I asked, "You mean Duncan, with 'roids?” I added, carefully, “I was never into that. I was around it plenty, tempted, seeing how it worked on a couple of guys, but I never acted on it." "Well, steroids, no, not that. More taking a chance to get what you want. You'll offer your body, naturally, that comes with the territory, but more important is when you offer your mind, David. Your mind for molding, or more precisely, re-molding. Each role a different challenge. A different you. Something David wouldn't do, but 'boy' would never question." Riggs looked suddenly a little dangerous to me. He tapped my glass, encouraging it up to my lips. "Would you like to see another part of Duncan McCain? Revealed in all his splendor?" I nodded under an increasing spell of agreeing to whatever Riggs's asked. I sat on the black leather couch, while he went to a cabinet and removed a single, black binder from a row of dozens of identical binders. He brought it over, looked at me, said one word: "Floor." The evening shifted at that moment, subtly, but enormously. Just one word. I immediately slid down and sat cross-legged, as Riggs sat on the couch above me. He gently started massaging my shoulders. I was enjoying his touch. I had the binder in my lap, opened to the first page. Duncan, in stunning black and white, more striking than the phony 50's photos downstairs. I was awestruck. Hair released, naked, saber pointed tip down to the stage. His slightly bent dick flopped majestically to one side, his testicles protruded just a bit, right leg on point. A silver ring circled his large yet flaccid cock. My eyes crawled over every inch of his exposed flesh, each stroke of body hair emanating from his armpits, flowing down his chest, dark swirls above his ample meat, his gaze staring straight into the camera, daring me to look away. It was impossible. A voice from far away spoke slowly, hypnotically, "A binder for each man in the company." The voice got closer, whispered in my ear. "Some of the crew, too. They're usually hotter. Kinkier. Next page. Please." I turned the page. On opposing pages, Duncan held a whip, with a naked masked figure whose arms were strapped to a piece of timber shaped in an ‘X.’ The photo on the left was Duncan in a chain harness and leather crotchless chaps about to strike the naked figure. But it was the photo on the right, Duncan completely nude, no costume of any kind, the whip having just hit its mark, leaving him with a swollen hard-veined erection, an erection that thrust in an arch away from his body. The ferocity on his face I had glimpse only in a flash from him early today. That recognition startled me, and caused me to spill a little of my drink on my gym shorts. "Oh, angel, the carpet," Riggs said alarmed, taking the binder and goblet out of my hands. "Enough Duncan for tonight, I think." He rose and put the binder back in the cabinet while I made heavy use of the couch to leverage standing. I was now more than a little woozy. "Look at your shorts, young man,” he scolded. “You'll be sporting a big red stain along with your red stiffy if I don't soak them right now. The shorts. Drop drawer. Now." I did. I was surprised by how easy it was to do everything Riggs directed. Even acknowledging he'd immediately spotted my growing interest in naked Duncan seemed natural. "Now that the pants are off, let me see the tattoo of your," ordered Riggs. I turn and Riggs zeroed in on my welt. “Where the hell did you get that?” he asked incredulously. “In fencing class today,” I answered, feeling it. It was a lot larger than I remembered. “Duncan?” I nodded. “Let me feel. Hmmm.” It was still tender and I pushed his hand away. Feebly I was trying to change the subject. "Y'know, I have to say something, Can I call you Alan?" "You may not,” he replied. I wasn’t sure if he was kidding, but he continued, “You can call me Sir Riggs," he half joked, but quickly turned more serious, "or just Sir, if we’re being informal." He held the shorts up to his nostrils, sniffed the crotch. "You do realized just how delicious you smell, boy?" Even as unsteady as I was, I got the feeling this evening, the less I talked, the more he was interested. I was feeling less each moment like a person, and more like an object, one that had a smell, a scent, but no person beyond the body in front of him. "Under certain circumstance you can call me Rigg Pig,” he continued after a thought, brightening. “Certain friends do, anyway." I looked at him a sideways not getting his meaning. "Boy,” he said, stroking my neck, “you'll soon see other sides of me, when we establish more trust. And I can tell I'm going to have the pleasure of showing you other sides of you don't know. If you allow me. Will you allow me?" I was puzzled and hazy, for he added after a pause, petulantly, "Oh, you must see I have an uncontrollable piggy side that wants to devour you, don't you?" He closed the space between us. He sounded almost hurt. "You mean the pit thing?" I offered, trying to remain steady and neutral. I wasn’t liking this being treated like an object thing. I wanted to be on top of it, fight it. Something snapped in my brain. Maybe it was a revival of the game we played downstairs. Instead of getting defense, I said, "Nah, I kind of liked it, to tell you the truth." I sniffed my pit, then shot out something that I didn't know if I believed, but said anyway. "Honestly, I wished you were a little ranker, if you really want..." I raised an embarrassed hand to my mouth. I couldn't believe I blurted that out. But even as I was saying it, I knew it was true. And so did he. He beamed having gotten something he wanted out of me. Some confidence. I suddenly saw myself clearly as he saw me: an eighteen-year-old skinny blond kid, standing in his jockstrap in front of a man he hardly knew, who wore a white cotton drawstrings with a yellow dick stain on his crotch, had big titties, admitting he preferred rank men that stank. He looked at me anew. Not only calmly, but a bit endearingly. At first I bristled like a colt feeling its first saddle. But after a second gathering of my thoughts, I found his gazing affirmation, admitting a fundamental corruptibility, reassuring. I realized I didn't mind the situation, in fact, I started to feel it was full of potential, something I might actually want. Shaking a bit of the buzz out of my head, I said, "Sir, I remember, what I wanted to say: what's in this drink? This buzz isn't from some bloody blood oranges, is it?" He closed the final gap between us, putting both hands on my naked shoulders. "GHB." He scrutinizing my reaction again, all the while pressing his groin into my jock. "Do you like the way you feel?" "I do, but I don’t know what GHB is." "When I'm first getting to know an actor, I like to be comfortable, feel their reactions, and see their limitations. G opens them up to me. The only way we got anywhere tonight is when you opened yourself up to me. Mentally and physically." He reached between us and pinched my nipples. "Nice. So far you haven't flinched at all.” "No, Sir. I think I like it, but I don't understand why. That hurts a little but I like what you're doing." His pinches became more forceful. I felt my dick start to rise. "It gets me hard and admit things I wouldn't say." "The last you need to know is why you're saying things. Only that you say them honestly. 'Why' is for the brain. To act upon your desires, that's here," he said, slipping his hands down my jock, feeling the swell, and forcing my rising cock to point unwillingly down. "Mmm,” I moaned lightly as he touched me. “Your nipples. How'd they get that way? Why do they looks so tempting?” "Again with why. Would you like to have your nipples as big as these?" I nodded. "Good boy. Let's start now.” Then, another single command I had to follow: "Come."

Here's me and dad's story: we started when I was 18 he 36. He had just got out of prison. Armed robbery. Did 6 years. Went in pretty straight but...ya know. said the first cock he sucked was his cell mate, this tatted Nazi biker dude. After a few months he was hooked. Anyway when he got home, I was eager to reconnect. The prison was far from home and we only saw him a few times a year .I kinda knew I wasn't into girls but I didn't know for certain what I was. I just knew I was fascinated by his muscles and prison tats. One Saturday my mom went shopping, And I guess he thought that I gone with her, Cause I was hanging out in my room when i started to hear porn playing in the living room. But I didnt hear any females. So I quietly tip toe in and he's on the couch naked, jerking it to some old school gay VHS (this was 1997 after all). but uh, he saw me after a couple minutes of me staring at his cock and was like "get over here you little fag, I always knew you was queer." and just like that I was sucking dads cock. I had sucked others before but i had never been more turned on than just then. My dad was the one I first penetrated and was penetrated by. Oddly I fucked him before he fucked me. When we gets all spun he turns into a huge bottom. But I remember the first time (it was about 2 weeks intp it all) he shot me up with meth , gave me poppers and i was more than ready. Legs in the air and hole hungry for daddy's cock and cum. Didnt even hurt, it was liie something was finally there that had been missing my whole life. and when he came, just railing into me like a machine, but still kissing my neck, and as he came i could feel it filling me and he pushed in balls deep and held it there and whispered "Il love you son." And we actually both teared up a little bit, because before it had just been raw animal lust. But jsut then it was real, intimate. We had not really realized up until that moment how much we had missed one another. Click here to Reply or Forward

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I would have more sympathy if he left porn completely, but he always goes back to it, so it's not like he's trying to put it past him. He's also on Rentboy (saying he reserves the right to walk out if he doesn't find the guy, the client, attractive enough, no joke) and does raw porn when he's said he regrets it and does a whole PSA on safe sex. His been with Falcon Studios. He just released a new scene with JJ Knight. I honestly had more respect for him when he was still a twink because at least he was just naive and was professional about it. But he's starting to abuse his life for marketing stuff and becoming a hypocrite in the process. I think he's still in a mindset where he thinks he's special cause he's gay porns biggest name - which, in fairness, is pretty hard in such an ageist and shallow industry. He should embrace his porn life or drop it forever and become an actor, because until he retires being a fuckboy is all he'll be known for.

Part 2 I was growing in confidence now and as the months went by I found many more active public toilets and I had no hesitation in joining in whenever I got the chance. Lots of wanking and sucking went on in those toilets and a surprising amount of fucking. I was much more of a bottom in those days and enjoyed nothing more than letting older guys use me in public toilets. As well as wanking and sucking, I would often bend over and let guys fuck me and cum in my arse. I found a really active toilet near the university which was always busy early in the morning with guys going to work and students on the way in to university. I had some really good times in there and would often sit in my lectures with at least one load up my arse. One morning an older guy fucked me in one of the cubicles and as he was getting close to coming I looked up and saw a geeky looking young lad with glasses on, about the same age as me and obviously a student, looking over from the next cubicle. I grinned up at him and he grinned back. When the guy shot his load up me and left the cubicle I motioned to the geeky guy to join me. He hesitated but then I heard him climbing down off the toilet and he was soon in the cubicle with me. He had a surprisingly big cock and I sucked him for a while and then bent over again and soon I was taking my second load of the day as geeky boy shot his load right up me. One or both of them must have shot a particularly big load up me that day because I had to excuse myself from a tutorial half way through the morning to push the loads out! Of course there were many times when nothing much interesting happened and some occasions when nothing happened at all but being young and up for it I had many very horny experiences and enjoyed nothing more than coming across another good active public toilet. I also sometimes saw lads I knew from uni in the toilets, fucking and sucking, and not always the ones I would have thought would be into other guys. One day I was in a toilet in the south side of the city and I saw a lad I went to school with. Paul was a few years older than me and I had always fancied him. He was good looking, good at sport and always popular with the girls. I used to see him around when I went home to visit my family and I knew he was working in his father's company and was due to get married soon. I had seen him quite recently when I was visiting my family and had admired once again his fit arse, which really filled out his trousers. I was quite shocked to see him in the toilet that day. He was down on his knees surrounded by three guys and was taking it in turns to suck their cocks. He had his cock out wanking as he sucked the guys off and as I watched from a discreet distance I got my own cock out and began to wank. I had never imagined seeing Paul in such a horny scene but it was about to get even better. One of the guys came in Pauls's mouth and left and the younger of the two remaining guys pulled him up to his feet. Paul pulled his pants right down and bent over, continuing to suck the other guy as the guy who had pulled him up stood behind him. Paul must have been lubed (or already been fucked) because the guy was able to push his cock right up him. He began to fuck as Paul continued to suck the other guy and I watched and wanked until one guy came in Paul's mouth as the other spunked up his fit arse. I never saw Paul cruising again and I often wondered if he continued to take cock in his mouth and his arse after he got married and had children. About once a month I would visit one of my aunts who lived on the other side of the city for lunch on Sunday. I would normally take the train but one Sunday the trains weren't running so I took a bus. I was feeling particularly horny that day as I had been sitting exams during the previous two weeks and had not had much time for anything but studying. I looked out the window of the bus as it wound its way up a hill beside a park. Through the trees I could see what was obviously a public toilet set well back from the entrance of the park and as the bus passed I saw what looked like quite a fit looking guy coming out of it..... I was really horny and just in the mood to suck some cock so I decided to check it out on the way home. I had lunch at my aunts and answered all the usual questions. I assured her that I was studying hard (which I was) and that I was behaving like a good Christian boy (which I wasn't!). A couple of hours later I was in the park and making my way towards the toilet. I went in and I knew straight away that it was active. There was graffiti on the walls, a small urinal and two cubicles, both of which were occupied. I had entered the toilet very quietly and as I stood still for a moment I could hear sounds coming from the cubicles which sounded suspiciously like two guys fucking. I went back outside and sat on a bench a little way away from the toilet, watching some lads who looked to be in their late teens and early twenties playing football in the distance and feeling even hornier. After a while a stocky, dark haired guy came out the toilet and walked off down the hill. I waited a little while and then made my way in to the toilet. One of the cubicles was now empty and I went in and closed the door. The first thing I saw was a perfectly sized glory hole in the wall between the cubicles. I pulled down my trousers and pants and sat down on the toilet. I waited a minute or two and then looked through the hole. A guy was sitting on the toilet. pants down, playing with his cock. He looked through at me and I saw he was just a few years older than me, nice looking, slim, with glasses. He smiled and I smiled back and he motioned to me to put my cock through the hole. I didn't hesitate - I stood up and pushed my already hard cock through the hole into his mouth. It was just what I needed and he sucked me so well I soon felt like I was going to cum. I didn't want to cum too soon so I pulled out and motioned to him to put his cock through. He had quite a big cock and I sucked him for a while before he pulled back and motioned to me to put my cock through again. He sucked me for a while and then I felt him take hold of my cock. He wanked me a few times and then I felt a different sensation. I knew exactly what he had done - he had backed his arse on to my cock and I was now fucking him through the glory hole. His hole was surprisingly tight and I enjoyed every minute of fucking him. I lasted much longer than I thought I would but I had not come for quite a few days and it was not too long before the inevitable happened and I shot what felt like a huge load right up his arse. After a while I pulled my cock out his arse and looked through at him. He grinned and gave me the thumbs up sign. I was a bit drained now but still feeling horny and I thought I could probably shoot another load so I decided to go back and sit on the bench for a while and see what happened. The lad I had just fucked didn't come out the toilet and after a while I saw the lads who had been playing football start to pack up and move towards the park gates. A little later one of the lads came back and made his way to the toilet. He passed quite close to me - he was fit, dark haired quite slim, wearing light blue jeans and a green and white football top. I saw him look around before he entered the toilet and I was fairly sure he wasn't going in there just for a piss..... I waited a while and sure enough he didn't reappear so I got up and walked quietly into the toilet. Once again, both cubicle doors were closed and once again I could hear the unmistakeable sound of two guys trying to fuck quietly. I noticed there was a gap between the cubicle doors and the floor of the toilet. I was horny again and had a quick look outside to make sure no one was coming and then I got down to look under the cubicle door. As I thought, I saw two pairs of feet both pointing in the same direction but to my surprise I realised it was the football lad who was backed up to the glory hole, his jeans and pants at his ankles. I could hear the fucking now and I could see the shadow of the other guy starting to fuck harder. I moved round to the urinal and got my cock out, wanking as I pictured the fit football lad being fucked up the arse by the other lad's big thick cock and I guessed from the sounds I could hear that the guy doing the fucking was getting close. I heard him cum noisily and after a minute or two the cubicle door opened and he came out. He left the toilet quickly without looking round and I stayed at the urinal for a while to see if football lad would come out. He didn't, so I wasted no time in going into the other cubicle. Nothing happened for a while and then I saw football lad look through the hole. I leaned back and showed him my cock and he motioned to me to put it through. He started sucking me and just as I was thinking it doesn't get much better than this he pulled his mouth off my cock. I looked through the hole and he was turning to push his arse towards the hole, pulling his arse cheeks apart to show his hairy arse hole. I pushed my finger up him and found that he was well lubed - presumably with the other guy's cum. I slid up him easily and fucked him hard and fast and it was not long before I was shooting my second load of the day right up his fit, hairy arsehole. I returned to that toilet quite a few times and had a few good experiences, though none as horny as that first one. One time I was in there it was very quiet and nothing was happening. I was on the point of giving up and was just washing my hands at the sink before leaving when a guy came in to the toilet and stood at the urinal. I heard him taking a piss and as he did so he turned his head round to look at me. I was a bit nervous - he looked quite tough - he had a skinhead and a scar on his cheek and I thought for a minute I might be in trouble. Then he turns a little towards me and I saw his hard cock. He stroked it a few times and then motioned to me to join him at the urinal. I was still a bit unsure but I moved in next to him. He took hold of my hand and placed it on his cock. I started to wank him and then he put his hand on the back of my head and gently pushed me down towards his cock. I started sucking him and he groaned. After a while he stopped me. "Not here" he said and motioned to me to follow him as he left the toilet. I was horny so I followed him out of the toilet and through the park. He didn't say much as we walked out of the park and across the road into a run down council estate which I knew had a bit of a reputation. A little later we were in his rather bare flat and he had his cock out again. I went down and started to suck him and he sighed. He took hold of my head as he pushed his cock into my mouth but he was surprisingly gentle with me and he moaned as I sucked his cock. "Lick my balls" he said and he sighed again as I licked his big, hairy balls. I went back to sucking him and after a while I heard the door open and another guy came in. "Don't stop", said the guy I was sucking as the other guy came towards us. "This is my mate," he said "Do you want to make him feel good too?" I looked at the mate and thought 'Fuck yeah!' He was well fit -much younger, about 18 or 19, with a shock of blond hair and a cheeky grin - he looked just like a lad at uni I had always fancied. I nodded. "Good boy" said the guy I was sucking. I really liked this guy and I knew somehow that, tough as he was, I wasn't going to come to any harm. Soon the young blond had his cock out and I was taking turns sucking them both. After a while, the guy with the scar pulled his cock out of my mouth and turned round. He bent over the arm of the settee. "Lick my arse" he said. I hesitated. I had never rimmed anyone before, although I had had it done to me a couple of times and really enjoyed it. "Come on, " he said, "Lick my fuckin' arse." I pulled his cheeks apart and pushed my tongue tentatively into his arse. It was clean and fresh and I slowly started licking him. He moaned and soon I was licking his hole and pushing my tongue right into his arse and loving every minute of it. After a while he straightened up. "Now him," he said, pointing at the young lad. The blond lad pulled his pants down and bent over and soon my tongue was deep in his hole. His hole was not as fresh as the other guy's -in fact it was definitely quite funky, but I didn't really care. The other guy was fingering my arse now and rubbing some lube into it and soon my pants and trousers were off and I was kneeling on the settee in just my socks and T shirt as the guy with the scar pushed his cock slowly up my arse. He fucked me for a while and then pulled out and the blond lad took over. I was in heaven - not one but two fit guys using my arse They took turns on me for a while and then the guy with the scar began to fuck me really hard and I knew he was close to coming. He put his arms round my waist and pulled me really tight to him as he pushed his cock right up me and held it there as he pumped his load up me. He stayed up me for a moment or two and then pulled out. The blond lad pushed his cock up me and after just ten or twelve thrusts, he added his load to his mate's. It was one of the best and horniest experiences I ever had and I remember it like it was yesterday. One hot summer night not long after that encounter I had been at a student party with some friends in the university area of the city. I had been drinking heavily and when I left the party I decided to go for a walk and take a trip to a toilet nearby that I knew was open all night. I was pretty drunk when I got there and I don't really remember that much - but when I went in an older guy was standing at the urinal. Soon I was sucking him off and the next thing I remember he was fucking me up against the urinal. I was so drunk I didn't care that we were out in the open and when a second guy came in I let him fuck me too... When they left I decided to have a little rest and I sat down against the wall in front of the end urinal. I didn't really remember much about what happened after that when I woke up some time later but I knew at least one more guy had fucked me. I knew this because my pants and trousers were at my ankles and when I reached round and felt my arse, I could feel cum running down my legs and I vaguely remembered that more than one guy had fucked me after the first two had gone. I was also lying in a pool of piss and at first I thought I was so drunk I had pissed my pants. Then I realised from the state of my clothes that someone must have taken a piss on me. I didn't know if it was one of the guys who fucked me or just some random guy that had come in, seen me slumped by the urinal and just taken a piss on me. I managed to get myself home and woke up the next morning, hung over but none the worse for my experience. I was, however, starting to take more and more risks and I was lucky on a few occasions that nothing bad happened to me. Of course, there were other risks associated with cruising for sex in public toilets and, truth to tell, I had become rather careless of those risks. Then one afternoon I got a shock..... Part 3 to follow

A true cumdump bitch is only interested in getting cock and sperm in his pussy. He couldn't care less who the cock is attached too. His pussy needs blind him.