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Denial is a powerful thing. Denial can blind you to facts and make it easier to lie to yourself. Denial can protect you from harm. Denial can make you stronger… and weaker. And denial can hone desire. The first time I saw Kurt it was Tuesday, April 25th and he was fucking a guy at the bar. I remember the date because of “Miss Congeniality”. I also remember it because I had agreed to meet there for a first date with a guy I met on Grindr. Naturally he never showed up. Go figure. Technically Kurt wasn’t fucking the guy “at the bar” but in the bathroom. At the trough urinal to be precise. After drinking three beers while waiting for Mr. No-Show, I needed to relieve myself… and there he was. Nailing some twink while they were standing at one side of the trough. The twink was braced up against the wall and Kurt had his hands on his hips and was drilling away. The remaining open area of the trough was occupied by another guy who was ostensibly pissing, but mainly watching the show. And then there was me. Standing there. Utterly frozen. Now, I wouldn’t say I’m a prude, sexually. I’d definitely had my fair share of sexual experiences. But my sex to date had been fairly straightforward and shall we say, tame. Definitely not of the “fucking in a bar bathroom” variety. Sure, I’d jacked off to porn like this- but I’d never encountered it in real life. So I think I was kind of stunned to have stumbled into such a scene at my local gay bar. Stunned—yet titillated at the same time. Instantly I had that nervous excitement about it in my guts. Like “this is wrong, but why does it excite me”? Looking back, I’m not sure what it was about Kurt that attracted me so completely and so quickly. I mean, I didn’t usually make a habit of lusting after guys who go around fucking in public toilets. But I was instantly mesmerized by him. Perhaps it was me attaching the sight of him the heady aroma of stale piss, ripe pits, naphtha, and pheromones. Or maybe it was my body tuning into the pulsing waves of sexual confidence radiating from him. Or maybe it was because I was horny and he was just a fucking ridiculously handsome man. Kurt was one of those empirically hot men- the kind you see in Colt magazines or 80’s porn. He was tall. Like a good head taller than me. Swarthy. Muscular. Broad chest and back. Short black hair and a thick beard so dense you could just make out a slash of a mouth in there. A jaw and nose like they’d been sculpted by an LA cosmetic surgeon. A dark pelt of fur covered his substantial chest and taut stomach. Thighs like a Greco Roman wrestler. Was he Italian? Greek? Lebanese? Whatever it was, he was fiercely handsome and built like a fuck tank. That night he was in biker boots, jeans and a leather harness with metal arm bands accentuating his ample biceps. He also had leather wrist cuffs on- like a modern day sex gladiator. As he pummeled the twink, I just stood and stared at him. It was like seeing a unicorn—the kind of guy that never really seemed to exist in real life. The guy pissing eventually left and freed up the trough, but I couldn’t move even though I really had to go. Kurt seemed to sense my presence. Without missing a thrust he called back over his shoulder in a deep voice, “You wanna use him next? I’m just about through.” This sort of snapped me out of it. I kind of stammered a bit and said no, thank you and that I just needed to pee. I moved to the free area next to them, as far to the side as I could manage in order to give them space. I was just freeing my dick from my pants when Kurt looked over. And I made the mistake of looking back. Time seemed to stop as we locked eyes. He stopped thrusting and just stared at me. And I stared back. He was just so beautiful that I felt I should look away. That I wasn’t worth being scrutinized by him. But I couldn’t look away. I was completely immobilized. After what felt like an eternity he spoke. “Don’t piss yet,” he commanded as he continued to stare into my soul. I merely swallowed and nodded my acceptance. Kurt started thrusting again and picked up his tempo, never taking his eyes off mine. Have you ever had a guy look you in the eye while he’s fucking someone else? All that naked lust projected at you. It’s animal. Almost feral. And even though you aren’t being physically penetrated, all of that Alpha energy has a choke-hold on your most primal core. His unblinking stare is daring you to look away from the stolen intimacy. But you won’t look away. You can’t. You are utterly frozen- powerless- waiting until the release of his seed releases his hold over you. Let me tell you. It’s intoxicating. Like nothing I’d ever felt before. It felt like we were in our own time bubble until suddenly he grunts loudly and I know he’s emptying himself into the blissed out twink. He slowly pulls out, gaze unwavering. I finally broke eye contact to look down at the meat that was slowly exiting the twink’s ass. Damn… it was long pullout. A thick, long, glistening cock with a fat, ruddy head eventually popped free of the hole. An enormous PA glinted in the half-light as his cock swung free of its anal confines. I swear Kurt wagged it a bit knowing that I was watching it. I could feel myself blushing. “Now you can piss,” Kurt commanded in a low voice. “Inside him.” My eyes snapped back to him. “Whu- whu- what?” I managed to squeak out. Kurt’s eyes glittered darkly. “Piss. Up his ass. He’s a worthless fuckin’ urinal and I wanna watch you use him as such.” I hesitated. I’d never done anything remotely like this before, and to be honest the whole scene felt like a fever dream. It was all so surreal. Things like this just didn’t happen to me and my brain was shutting down. My skin was hot and felt like it was vibrating. I found myself highly aroused, which disturbed me. It’s like he tapped into some dark sexual side of me that I didn’t know existed but longed to be released. And much like a dream, I felt like I was just being swept along in the story. “Do it. I wanna watch you piss my cum deep into his guts.” I still hadn’t really moved from my side of the trough, my fly undone and my dick out and really needing to piss at this point. Normally I’m pretty pee shy (and also shy about guys seeing my erect dick), but Kurt exerting control was overcoming my shyness and making my cock stiffen regardless. I saw Kurt’s eyes flick down to my groin and then a tug of a grin at the corner of his mouth. “Yeah, you Clark Kent preppy-types. You look like good boys, but there’s always a Superpig hiding just below the surface. All you need is that phone booth.” In a daze I slowly took position behind the twink, and slid my steel-hard dick inside his slick, well-opened chute. I could feel the wet heat of his ass engulf me, but my cock and body was dissociated from my brain. It was like I was watching myself do all of this from beyond myself- aware of it all, but also a bystander. “Fuck him,” Kurt growled. I’m embarrassed to say that I lasted all of perhaps 30 seconds. Kurt, the scene, the fact that this was so beyond the pale for me fairly short circuited my brain. My orgasm caught me by surprise and sort of startled me back to reality. “Oh my god. I just came in him. Without a condom,” I said in a confused whisper. Kurt looked at me with hooded eyes. “Good boy. Now relax that bladder. Fill this urinal up.” Was I really going to do this? I’d just cum inside a random guy at the bar and now I was being asked to piss his ass? All this in the bathroom at the bar on a dead Tuesday night? I could feel myself relaxing into the idea, but also warring against it. The urge to piss was strong and my erection waning, but I was still clenched. Kurt leaned in to whisper. “You’re gonna piss in him… for me. Because I’m giving you permission to give in to your desires. And because you know it will please me.” His hot breath on my neck made me shiver. Or was it merely a pee shiver? Or was it a shiver of my naked desire to please this fucking Alpha sex god? Whatever it was, the last of my inhibitions with the scene fell away and my bladder started emptying into the twink. Something I feel I should mention- I have a big bladder. I’m one of those guys at the movie theater who after the movie lets out, I’m at the urinal for a solid 3 minutes of pissing. Like, the urinals on either side of me will change over at least twice while I’m standing there. I get really self-conscious about it because I always think I might look like a [banned word] or something hanging out in a bathroom. So I always aim for the water so guys can audibly hear that I’m actually going still and not wanking it. (Yeah, I’ve had lots of time to analyze this). After a minute or so, Kurt asks the twink, “He pissing in you?” “Oh god damn yes sir! So much piss sir! I’m getting so full sir!” Kurt looks at me again with a smirk- his glittering, dark eyes raking my very soul. “Good boys.” I eventually finish, and slowly pull out of the urinal kid. “Now clean off his dick,” Kurt tells him. The twink rapidly drops and takes my dick in his mouth and starts sucking me. While this is happening, Kurt is tucking his flaccid equipment back into his jeans and buttoning up. Kurt has washed up and is walking out of the bathroom before I snap out of this weird sex trance. I quickly pull my dick from the twink’s mouth and zipped up. The twink silently resumed his standing post at the trough, awaiting others while I headed for the sink. As I was washing up, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I didn’t even recognize the guy on the other side. What the fuck just happened? I don’t fuck random guys. And I certainly didn’t engage in water sports. Who WAS this person? Had I been drugged? I kind of felt a bit sick to my stomach. But I felt something else too… satisfaction? I splashed water on my face and toweled off before leaving the bathroom. When I made it back to the bar, Kurt was nowhere to be seen. I felt like I needed some answers so I quickly flag the bartender over. “Excuse me, but have you seen a big, burly, dark haired guy who was in a harness and…”. The bartender cuts me off with a harsh, appraising look. “Kurt just left,” he interrupts. “Don’t tell me he’s dickmatized another one?” Another one meaning me. “Oh… no. I just, um, wanted to… talk…to him. Maybe?” The bartender snorted. “Good luck, kid,” he said as he shook his head. “You’re gonna need it.” * * So his name was Kurt, that much I’d learned from the bartender. But where had he come from? Why hadn’t I ever seen him out before? Granted I almost never went to the bars, but still. Someone like him I figure I would have noticed at some point. Or heard about. Or seen online. Or something. Needless to say, I became obsessed with him. Like all-consuming, can’t-focus-at-work obsessed. Every waking moment I was replaying the bathroom scene in my head. My dick was getting raw from jacking off to it. I looked for him on the apps. I looked for him when I was shopping at the grocery store. I started rotating to other gyms in my network to see if I could catch a glimpse of him because he obviously worked out. All to no avail. I also started going to the bar more frequently in the hopes of running into him again. I started to go every Tuesday at the same time as before. But since that wasn’t yielding any results, I started peppering in other nights of the week. And Friday happy hours. I even started asking Charlie (the bartender) about him. As I was becoming a regular, I’d gotten on a first name basis with him. This particular night I plaintively asked, “You seen him recently?” I didn’t even have to give a name anymore as Charlie knew exactly who I was talking about. Normally he’d just roll his eyes at me and shake his head. “Actually, he was in two nights ago,” Charlie told me. Rats! I’d missed him! “And…?” I asked like the needy bitch I was becoming. Charlie looked uncomfortable. “Um, well. He picked up some out of towner, and they left together.” I was crestfallen and Charlie noticed. “Look kiddo. You need to set your sights on a different guy. Kurt is… well, I don’t think he’s a good match for you. I mean, he’s off-the-charts sexy, and you know the fuck would be epic. He’d probably split a little guy like you in half! But he has… issues. And I don’t think he’s exactly your scene. You’d just find yourself used and discarded like a teenage boy’s tube sock. That’s it. “Look. You are cute as hell with a bangin’ little bod on you. And you seem like you got it together, with a good head on your shoulders- at least when it hasn’t been turned by Kurt. You need to put yourself out there and find a nice guy, like yourself. Or even a not so nice guy if you just want sex. You honestly can get yourself any man you want at the drop of a hat!” “I’m not *that* nice,” I replied sullenly. “And evidently I can’t get *any* man.” Charlie just sadly shook his head. It wasn’t until a couple months later that I was at the bar (also on a Tuesday, as it was becoming my regular night) when I saw Kurt again. I almost didn’t recognize him at first. His hair was a bit longer and he was completely clean-shaven. He was also wearing rimless glasses that went with his business-casual drag for the evening. But it was him. It was definitely him. He was leaning up against the bar, beer in hand, in a tight, navy blue polo that looked like it was straining to contain him. He was also chatting with another guy who had his back to me. Kurt was smiling and laughing a little at what the other guy was saying and I felt jealously uncoil in my guts. I positioned myself in Kurt’s line of sight, and tried my best not to stare. It wasn’t working. Kurt wasn’t looking- he only apparently had eyes for this other guy. I drank down my whole beer this way… waiting for Kurt to notice me. Or at least to acknowledge my presence. It didn’t happen. When the other guy finally excused himself to the restroom, I decided it was time to make my move. I walked up to where Kurt was standing and leaned on the bar next to him. “Hey Kurt,” was my opening line. Smooth. He slowly turned to me and then casually tipped his chin down to regard me. His eyes were amber. I wasn’t expecting that. Seconds passed as he stared blankly at me. “Do I know you?” he finally said in a somewhat bored voice. “Um… no. Not exactly… But, um… there was this one time that we….” My voice died on my lips as Kurt’s friend returned. Kurt flicked a dismissive look in my direction and immediately turned away from me and started talking with his friend again. They spoke as if I were invisible. “So—friend of yours?” the guy asked. “Nope. Some rando… He just came up and started talking to me. It was really awkward. So, you wanna get out of here?” “Fuck yeah, daddy, I want my gift! Let’s go!” And then without another look in my direction, Kurt and his “plus one” left for the evening. My eyes stung as I stood at the bar. It was taking a massive effort not to cry right then and there; not like it would have mattered in the mostly dead bar. But still, public bawling over a guy was not high on my to do list. Maybe it was my jealousy, but all I kept thinking was ‘why did he leave with that guy’? I mean, I didn’t think he was all that cute. He was some average, mid-30’s, banker type with a receding hairline and a paunch. Was *that* Kurt’s type? What did he see in him? It was like a gut-punch to the old self-esteem. Eventually Charlie sauntered over, a concerned look on his face. “You ok, kid?” “Charlie, he looked at me like I was something he scraped off his shoe. I haven’t been made to feel like that since high school,” I said. “I mean, what’s that other guy got that I don’t got?” “A death wish,” Charlie mumbled. “What was that?” I asked, curious about his choice of words. “Nothin’ kid. I’m sorry you’re still hung up on him and I know it hurts a bit, but it’s for the best. Hell, they’re called ‘crushes’ for a reason.” He poured me a bourbon and set it in front of me. “Maker’s Mark… for affairs of the heart.” And then he took his leave, so I could nurse the drink, and my wounds, in private. * * After that, I became a bit less of a bar fly and a bit less stalkerish. Kurt still crossed my mind, but now instead of horny, it made me angry. Although I will admit that I found his facebook profile during one of my weaker moments. It was fairly private, so I couldn’t learn much. And it didn’t look like he had posted much in a few years. All I could see were a few pics of him with a guy named Bo who looked like he could be my older brother. However, I had so far managed to resist the urge to request friendship, which I saw as a definite win. I was slowly weaning myself off of Kurt, and getting back to somewhat of a focused life. And it felt good. So a month later when I saw Kurt again, it sort of caught me off guard. Although it really shouldn’t have- as it was at a sex party. Now, let me be clear. Sex parties are not my forte. I’ve only been to like 3 of them, like, ever. And while they are kind of exciting, I think perhaps I give off the wrong sort of vibe or something? Maybe I look too goody two-shoes? Or like I won’t participate? Or I look like I’m nervous (because I am). Whatever it is, I never seem to get laid at them. Maybe a little sucky sucky, but that’s kind of it. Which can be a bit depressing when you see others having loads of fun, so to speak. Anyway, my waning crush on Kurt had left me in a bit of a randy mood- considering I had been so focused on him that I hadn’t had sex in months. So I hit up a friend of a friend of mine whom I knew to have semi-regular sex parties at their fairly large (and sluttily equipped) home. As luck would have it, they were hosting one that coming Saturday evening as a July 4th “Bang Bash” and yes, I was welcome to “cum”. I received an email with directions and timing and rules (along with their strict no drugs policy). And by the time Saturday rolled around, I was fairly well vibrating I was so damn horny. Not wanting to seem too eager, I waited until 45 minutes after the party start time in order to arrive. I didn’t think I could take arriving early and being scrutinized by other party guests. It would make me even more self-conscious than I already am. When I arrived, I was shown where to put my clothes. As I disrobed, I was informed there were about 50 or so guys already there, the basement was in full swing, and that I should head on down. So I quickly got down to my jock, sneakers, and backward Cubs cap. One final check in the mirror convinced me I looked cute enough for this and I made my way downstairs. My glasses fogged briefly as I entered the humidity from the sweaty bodies. You could smell sex and poppers in the air. The basement area was illuminated by red bulbs, some rainbow LEDs and occasional bursts of laser lighting. House music throbbed to provide an ambient noise level to mask some of the fuck noises and lower inhibitions. It was a very heady combo, I’ll admit. I wandered around as I seem to do at such events, never quite sure of where to look or what to do with my hands. I saw several guys standing and/or kneeling as blow jobs were underway all over the place. A couple of guys were fucking in a darkened corner—the slap of flesh keeping time with the music. I watched them fuck for a little while. They were oblivious to my presence. As I wandered more I saw guys making out in groups of 3, 4 and more. There were guys on a couch and bent over chairs. It was a smorgasbord of sex. And then I saw him. His profile was unmistakable as he stood in a small knot of guys surrounding a sling. My stomach clenched and I nearly turned around to go back upstairs. But something made me hold my ground. I could tell that there was a guy in the sling, and that he was being fucked. I was hesitant to go watch- even though I wanted to- because of him. Suddenly a small voice inside me said, “Fuck him! You were invited here. It isn’t his party. You have every right to watch too.” So I made my way over to the sling. And thereby to Kurt. I stepped up to the side of the sling across from Kurt, keeping my eyes glued to the guy fucking the hot, furry, muscle cub who was currently getting his ass well and truly used. I had to will myself not to look over at him, but damnit if I wasn’t going to do my best to ignore that fucker the way he’d ignored me. It wasn’t going to be easy though, because in my peripheral vision I could tell Kurt was staring at me. Hard. Muscle cub by this time had found my cock and fished it out of my jock. He was jacking me and I was quickly wickedly hard. I shifted myself up toward his head so he could suck me while he was getting fucked. I shifted my gaze to the muscle cub’s face as he worked my cock. Anything to hold my attention and to keep me from looking at Kurt. Muscle cub was cute. Blonde. Stocky. Shoulders and arms for days. Nice pecs on him. And seeing him in such a vulnerable position on his back with his legs in the stirrups made my loins stir. I didn’t know if I wanted to do him… or be him. Probably a bit of column A and a bit of column B. Again, it was like I entered a sex trance and I was disconnected from my cock and this activity—I was aware of it but it was like I was dissociated from it all. Plus, I mean, again who *was* this guy who was actually participating at an orgy? Normally I couldn’t even get hard if there was more than one other guy in the room as I was too embarrassed and self-conscious. But tonight it was different. Because he was here. Dimly acknowledged in the back of my brain burned this solitary idea. I wanted to strike back at Kurt. I wanted him to see what I was doing. I wanted him to watch me fucking this guy’s mouth. I wanted to show him I could take pleasure without his permission and without even acknowledging him. In a misguided way, I was trying to wound him like he had wounded me at the bar. Although I honestly had no idea why I believed this would even phase him or where this idea had germinated. All I knew was that fucker was going to notice me and remember me this time. The guy fucking the muscle cub came suddenly—and very demonstrably. The cub pulled off my cock to moan in delight and say “Oh fuck yeah! Breed me!” As my eyes swept to the man emptying himself inside the cub, I stumbled. In a weak moment, I glanced over at him- I swear it was involuntary! And just as if he were medusa, my breath caught in my chest and I was immediately petrified under his gaze. He’d buzzed his hair down to fuzz, and his beard was at that heavier than 5 o’clock shadow stage. He was naked except for his harness. And tonight he wore a steel cock ring which matched the PA. This was the first time I’d seen the full expanse of his body, and my god he was beautiful. Like, everything was just perfectly proportioned. Everything except his fairly enormous cock. As we stared at each other? Waves. My god, the pulsing waves of pure, unadulterated sex that bombarded me from this man were unlike anything I’d ever felt! I could feel the thrum in my skin. Again, I blame the stench of man-sex and poppers and the July heat of the room and the music and pheromones. I didn’t even feel the cub’s mouth on my dick anymore (he’d evidently gone back to sucking me at some point- I honestly hadn’t noticed). I was lost in Kurt’s stare which was a grappling hook in my heart. With a small head gesture from him, I pulled my dick from the cub’s mouth and walked down to the now vacant end of the sling. Still locked into his eyes, Kurt reached out and placed a hand on my shoulder and added a slight pressure downward. I knew what he wanted, and even though I’d never rimmed a guy before, I obeyed. I slowly sank down, and started tonguing the cub’s furry pucker. The heat of his butthole and the tang of semen hit my tongue like a one-two punch, and it shocked me. A fuse blew, and I just started to eat his ass with abandon. The cub was moaning and begging for more, and I could feel him pushing out some of the cum for me. Tasting what he’d collected from these other men in this way drove me into a frenzy. In a hazy way, could tell my brain wanted to analyze what the fuck was going on with me, but I was too busy being swept along in the sexual current of the moment. I felt Kurt’s hand under my chin, gently lifting me upward. Again, he didn’t have to tell me what he wanted. I just knew. I absentmindedly reached for a condom, opened it and rolled it on. I spit on my hand and lubed up, although I didn’t need much. The cub was already well lubricated from several others. While continuing to be held by Kurt’s stare, I slid into the cub and started fucking him. Slowly, I let the sling rock back and forth, feeling the cub’s hot, hairy little hole slide up and down my shaft. Through my stare I was trying to telepathically communicate to Kurt that this is what *I* wanted. I wanted to be in the sling, him to be sheathed inside me— my hole working his shaft. Me giving him my body and giving him pleasure, and taking pleasure in return. During the fuck, Kurt moved closer. I felt his thumb and forefinger encircle my cock at the base as I fucked the cub. I was keenly aware that this was the first time he’d touched me, and I shuddered. On the outstroke, I could feel Kurt using his hand to work the condom up my shaft. Then he lined me up and I thrust back in. Then on the outstroke again, Kurt’s hand working the condom up. By the 4th stroke or so, it was just now at my head. He deftly pulled it off. Without missing a beat, he lined me up again and I slid back inside the cub. Kurt was again directing me as he wanted and I was his slave. He then leaned in close to me again and gruffly whispered, “Now breed him. He’s a cumdump and I wanna watch you give him what he wants.” I obeyed. I grabbed the chains of the sling and looked down at the muscle cub I was using as directed. He really was a cute guy, the kind of “aw shucks” guy it looks like you’d want to date and take home to your parents. At least until you found out he was a dirty, fucking slut. Which right now made my dick that much harder. His hole felt like wet silk on my raw dick. As I was building tempo, Kurt moved up to the head of the sling and tucked his prodigious unit in the cub’s mouth. Only about 1/3 of it fit and the cub was gagging on it. Kurt made eye contact with me again and held it as he grabbed the boy’s head and fucked his mouth. I smirked because I could tell that was doing this for me. He *knew* I would like seeing the cub struggle with his meat. He spoke to the cub next, in a deep voice that seemed to cut through the noise in the room. “Beg for his load, slut. I wanna hear you beg for his cum like the filthy cunt you are.” The cub stopped sucking long enough to start up a litany of entreaties for my seed. “Please breed me! Please cum in me! I wanna feel you load me! I need it! Please! No loads refused! I’m a fucking cum whore and I live to be filled! I want your DNA to be part of me! Knock me up, man!” Hearing the hot stud begging for me to cum was the final push to get the load to boil out of my balls. I buried myself in him and let go. Volley after volley of my pent up seed and frustration throbbed into his guts. “Oh fuck! I feel him cumming! I actually FEEL it!! Fuck that’s a lot! Oh FUUUUUCK!” the cub whimpered. And through all of this, my eyes never left Kurt’s. Even though I had just cum so much that it felt like my balls turned inside out, I was still in a sex trance. I was empty, but now I needed to get filled. I pulled out of the cub and made my way over to Kurt. I figured it was going to be now. This was going to happen. Kurt was still rock hard from our scene and I aimed to be on the recipient end of it. As I approached there was a brief look of confusion which flickered across his face. When I was in front of him, I reached out and grabbed his massive tool. He flinched at the contact, and pushed my hand away. Not to be deterred, I dropped to my knees in front of him and moved to take him in my mouth. He instantly jumped back away from me and barked out, “No.” It was like a hypnotist snapped his fingers and I suddenly found myself naked on a stage in front of strangers. One of the party rules was “consent”. If someone said No or wanted to stop- you stopped. That was the rule. And if you didn’t stop, you were asked to leave or escorted out. So there I was, as it were. Just a boy. Kneeling in front of a boy. Asking him to fuck me. And being patently rejected. It was so “mixed message” after everything that had just transpired that I actually started to laugh. I had so many emotions roiling about that I didn’t know what to do or how to react. Seeing how Kurt looked at me, I was instantly filled with hot shame. Which was then rapidly replaced by seething anger. I stood up slowly and gave Kurt my best “what the everloving fuck” look. He just looked back at me with pinched brows and shook his head. So I walked over to the nearest fuck bench, bent over with dramatic flair, and proceeded to make a show of lubing up my ass. And I aimed to get filled one way or another. And if Kurt wouldn’t do it, anyone else would do. Any and all of them. And that fucker was going to watch them do it. One guy immediately walked up and stuffed his dick in my mouth. I asked for some poppers, took a hit, and went to town servicing him. I was on a mission. During this, I felt a couple different guys walk by and caress my ass. One even fingered my hole a little… but then they would walk away. Nobody seemed to want to fuck me. I kept wriggling my ass and trying to tempt guys, all to no avail. Why was nobody fucking me? Even the guy feeding me his cock didn’t cum and he wandered off. I was prepped. I was ready. I had a muscular, round ass from hours of squats and miles of biking. And I was a pretty darn good bottom from what I’d been told. But tonight I was on a fuck bench island—alone. I was starting to feel pretty despondent, when suddenly I feel a guy’s cock start to nudge around my ass. Finally! I hear the lube bottle open and feel him slick up his dick behind me. A lubed digit briefly slipped in my ass to open me up. And just as the head starts to slip inside me, it stops and pulls out. “What’s your deal, man? I was gonna breed that fine little ass!” “It’s off limits for you. Go fuck the cumdump in the sling.” It was Kurt’s voice. Why the fuck was Kurt was cock blocking? This made absolutely no sense. “Fuck you, man. You don’t own this hole. And this little fucker is begging for a load!” said my would be fucker. “Seriously man, just walk away. He doesn’t want your toxic seed.” Toxic seed? Was the guy poz and was he going to fuck me without a condom? I stood up from the bench. “Dude, are you poz and were you going to fuck me without a condom?” I asked the guy. He looked at me with disdain. “Whatever, dude. It’s a bareback sex party.” And he stalked off. Kurt was standing there with his arms folded over his chest. “Are YOU the reason nobody’s been wanting to fuck me? Have you been cock blocking me this entire time??” I asked him incredulously. “I just saved your ass. Literally and figuratively. You’re in a sex haze and not thinking clearly. Did you really want his dirty dick to load you up with poz cum?” Kurt asked flatly. “Well… maybe I DID!” I retorted like a child. Kurt stared me down until I looked away. “I didn’t think so,” he answered smugly. And this pissed me off. “You know what? I’m out. Thanks for ruining what was turning into a good night. Let’s not keep meeting like this, shall we?” I spat as I walked away from him. I stormed upstairs, got dressed, and left the party. I drove home angry. Hurt. Sad. And … relieved? Relieved that I’d dodged a poz load in my ass all because of Kurt and his apparent conscience. I was more confused than ever about who the fuck this man was. * * I didn’t see Kurt again until the end of summer. And other than occasional angry thoughts about him, I didn’t much think of him during the time after the sex party. The only time he seriously entered my thoughts was during the one hookup I had in the month of August. Looking back, it was painfully obvious I was trying to find a clone of Kurt. The guy was big and dark and muscular—but the connection just wasn’t there. The sex was perfunctory and unfulfilling and left me fantasizing about Kurt while I jacked myself off on the guy. I ate my weight in ice cream afterwards, because feelings. Anyway, I really felt I had turned a corner when Labor Day rolled around. It was time for Tom and Hal’s end of summer pool party. I was in a mood and pretty down on myself, so I almost didn’t go. If Tom wasn’t such a good friend, I’d probably have begged off, coming up with some lame excuse. As it was, I sucked it up, put on the pink speedo that showed off my assets, and headed over. When I arrived, Tom met me at the door- a big shit eating grin on his face. “About time! And man have I got a surprise for you!” and he started singing “Matchmaker” from Fiddler on the Roof. “Oh no. Don’t you remember the last time you tried to set me up? I thought we’d learned our lesson, because *that* went so fucking well,” I admonished. “Look honey. How was I supposed to know he was still married?” he shrugged. “And a sub bottom with a diaper fetish,” I reminded him. “Everyone has little kinks, darling,” he laughed. “Exactly what part of ‘change me! Baby make boom-boom’ did you think I would find endearing?” I asked with a raised eyebrow. Tom waved me off. “This one is different. You are 100% his type, and he is SO yours. I mean, this guy is so EVERYONE’S type. Trust me. This time, this yenta is onto something big. And from what I hear, I do mean BIG!” I sighed and resigned myself to the fact that I had to just go with it. It was just who Tom was. I’d humor him, meet the guy, it wouldn’t work (like all the others because it was seriously like Tom didn’t know me at all or what I liked), and I’d go on my merry way until next time. Tom left me in the kitchen and scurried off to go find Mr. Match, so I made myself a drink. I heard him coming back with someone in tow (Tom was loud) just as I was completing my margarita. I turned around and… yeah. Him. Tom smiles huge and says, “I’d like to introduce you to…” “Kurt,” I finished, my disdain apparent. Tom’s smile falters. “Oh, have you two met?” he enquires. “Oh yeah. On a few separate occasions, isn’t that right Kurt?” Kurt just stood there, looking like he wanted to be anywhere else at the moment. For once he wouldn’t meet my eyes. I took the opportunity to add an extra shot of patron to my marg. “By the way, Tom? You’re wrong about me being his type,” I said in the shittiest voice I could muster. “He actually finds me quite repulsive—that is when he can even be bothered to remember who the fuck I am. So if you’ll excuse me, imma go find your husband and drink. Heavily.” And with that I left them standing in the kitchen. Several drinks and an hour of avoidance later, I was on an air mattress in the pool, trying to relax and soak up the last of the summer sun. I felt the waves gently rock me as someone slid into the pool. A few moments later, a shadow covered me as someone stood next to my float. “Hey,” he said. Because of course it was Kurt. I tilted my head over and opened my eyes. God he was even more beautiful wet. And today he was sporting hair that was a bit longer and just starting to wave a bit, and a full mustache with heavy beard stubble. He was a wet, sexier Tom Selleck. Or Pete Kuzak. It was his best look and it physically hurt me to look at him, so I closed my eyes. “What is it, Kurt?” I sighed. “You’ve successfully managed to suck almost all the joy in my life for the past few months. What are you going to do for an encore? Anally rape my mother while pouring sugar in my gas tank?” He chuckled. “That line is from the movie Clerks. And No. No encore. More like a truce.” I looked at him again. “I was a jerk and I’m sorry,” he said with a shrug. “And I think that for today, on this last day of summer, we should just hang out and… be. Maybe get to know each other in a different space. What do you say?” I thought about it for a good minute. I mean, really thought about it. Do I continue to be butthurt? Or do I just say fuck it and let him off the hook? Even though his eyes held mine again, there wasn’t the heat. Instead they were saying “please”. Which broke me. I relented. “Fetch me another drink, Farm Boy, and we’ll see,” I said. “Fetch it yourself,” he says and then proceeded to dump me off my air mattress into the pool. I sputtered as I came up and he was laughing like a kid and smiling. Smiling AT me. I’d never seen him smile before, not like this. Not directed at me. Being on the receiving end of it was absolutely blinding. Like a million photographer flash bulbs going off. And he had dimples, because of course he did. Fuck me sideways. The next couple of hours in the pool drifted by lazily. We talked about everything and nothing. The Clerks quote had opened things up and we chatted about favorite movies and art and just hung out. Other guys at the party desperately wanted Kurt’s attention, but whenever they would swim up to chat, he would shift over to me. Feeling his bulk casually brush up against my side, or his furry leg touch mine set flame to my skin. One time he even draped his arm across my shoulders possessively and my insides melted. Seriously turned to goo. I slowly reciprocated and put my arm around his expansive back to his waist. This time he didn’t smack it away. It was the first time I was actually touching him after all these months—the heat of his tan flesh under my hand made my heart stutter. I’d had more than a few cocktails at this point, so I was feeling giddy and buzzy, but in a really warm and delightful way. I was also punch drunk from the attention Kurt was paying me. Feeling cocky, I popped back onto a pool float and lay back with my hands beneath my head. “Push me around the pool,” I jokingly command him. “As you wish,” he replied. Fuck me. He did know the Princess Bride after all. I felt his hand move from the float to my side and I felt sure that I was in for another dunking. If that happened, I’d make him pay. But no. We were in the shallows of the pool and he was gently pushing me around- his large hand on my upper rib cage. Then his hand shifted a bit, and I felt his finger on my nipple. At first it just rested there, but instantly the entire focus of my being was concentrated on that little nub of flesh. Then his finger lightly circled it and brushed it. I shivered, and my cock sprang to life in my speedo. “Looks like someone is having a good time,” said Tom cheekily, and I quickly dumped myself off the mattress and into the cool water. I was immediately self-conscious again of being sexual in public and separated myself to the far side of the pool to get my drink. I hear Kurt haul himself out of the water and excuse himself to the restroom. Meanwhile my mind is racing with a million thoughts. What was happening? Was Kurt flirting? Did he actually want me? Did I WANT him to want me? What would we do? Would we finally have sex? My boner would NOT go down as my mind raced down alley after alley of all the things I wanted to do to Kurt’s body. Eventually I was able to quell my visible desire and decided that I too could use a bathroom break. I figured it was also a good time for a drink refresher too. When I looked for Kurt to see if he wanted something from the bar, he wasn’t around. Meh, I figured I’d just surprise him with something and I headed up to the house. When I opened the bathroom door, I’m the one who got the surprise. Kurt was there, leaning against the sink with his dick halfway down Tom’s throat. I think I said something like, “Oops! Sorry” before stumbling blindly away, tears burning my eyes. It was like my heart had been ripped from my chest and crumpled like a ball of foil. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t form coherent thoughts. I had to get out of there and away. Just… away. The next thing I remember was sitting in my car and bawling my eyes out. I’d been duped again and let my guard down. I was smarter than this. And How DARE he have this much power over me! But the truth was he did have that power and it sucked. He’d hurt me again. And the really fucked up thing was, I would probably continue to let him because I was just that pathetic. I felt the passenger side open up and someone crawl in. I figured it was Tom, come to apologize. “You know, Tom? Bathroom doors come with locks for a reason. Mainly so your EX-best friend doesn’t stumble in on you sucking off the love of his life,” I said with as much venom as I could muster. “It’s not Tom… it’s me.” Because of course it was him. And suddenly a switch flipped and I was furious. “Get. The fuck. Out of my car,” I said dangerously. “Seriously. Get out. Get OUT! Fuck you, fucking dick! Did you come to gloat? To Rub it in? Fuck you and your mixed messages. Fuck you for messing with me. Is this a fucking game to you? Is this FUN? Tormenting me? Teasing me and then gutting me to the core? Is THAT what gets you off you sadistic FUCK!” “No, this isn’t a game. And this isn’t what gets me off,” he said quietly. “Then what is it? What the FUCK is going on between us? Why would you come at me with your ‘lets just be’ B.S.? Then proceed to tease me all day? You aren’t blind or stupid—you KNOW what you do to me! You KNOW how I feel about you. You toyed with me deliberately only to go off and fuck Tom’s mouth!” “I didn’t do it deliberately, I honestly just wanted to try to befriend you today,” he mumbled. “And I didn’t go off to fuck Tom’s mouth. He busted in on me jacking off in the bathroom and he just dropped and started sucking. I… I wasn’t thinking clearly at that point…I should’ve stopped him, but….” “But?? BUT WHAT?? Any hole will do, is that it? Anyone’s but MINE?” I shot back. “I… I just really needed… I needed to get off, ok?” “You needed to get off. AT the pool party. Because it couldn’t wait until you got home?” I said incredulously. “Seriously. It couldn’t wait?” “No, it couldn’t wait!” Kurt was becoming visibly agitated and upset now. “Why the fuck not? Seriously, who just jacks off randomly at a party?” “I was doing it to protect you!” he said, his voice escalating in volume. “Protecting me? From whom? Tom?? You thought you’d protect me from Tom’s mouth by FUCKING IT?!?” I shouted back. “I WAS PROTECTING YOU FROM ME, GODDAMNIT!” All the air seemed to go out of the car, and Kurt was shaking. My anger dissipated quickly and my intuition was telling me something important was happening. I turned to Kurt and just looked at him— patiently waiting for some sort of explanation. Kurt wouldn’t look back. He just looked at his hands as he gripped the dashboard. He took a deep, shuddering breath and began. “I was protecting you from me. Being near you today? I thought I could handle it. I saw the way you looked at me at the sex party. How hurt you were and it gutted me. I told myself never again. So when you showed up today, I thought to myself, Kurt? Here’s your opportunity. Here’s your chance to make amends and maybe not be such an asshole. I really thought the best protection for you might be if I were a buddy, you know? Just a buddy who could look out for you and protect you. I thought I could handle it. But christ. Being near you today? Seeing your body? Joking around and hearing you laugh? Touching you? It made me fucking crazy- like I wanted to jump right out of my skin. I tried to tamp it down, God I tried. To just be a normal guy and not… not think with my prick. But you look so goddamn much like him and I couldn’t control myself and my dark thoughts started spinning out of control and I had to stop them. Stop myself. So I went to the bathroom to jack off. To relieve the sexual pressure so that I could maybe go back to just being a nice guy and maybe a friend. If I could just cum it might be enough to get through being near you the rest of the afternoon. But I didn’t lock the fucking door and Tom came in and he just… started sucking… and I just really needed the release or else I was going to do something I would regret so I just let him keep sucking even though I should have stopped him. I know I should have stopped him! It wasn’t his mouth I wanted. But when my demons are released it’s like trying to stop a freight train and then you walked in and everything went to fucking hell ….” Kurt still hadn’t looked at me. And he still hadn’t answered the big question. “Kurt,” I said gently. “Why do you feel you need to protect me from yourself? I’m a big boy- maybe not in stature- but I can make my own decisions. I’ve wanted you to fuck me for a long time.” “Oh you can’t say that! PLEASE don’t say that!” he cried. And tears started to flow from his eyes. “Why not? It’s the truth. I want you like I’ve never wanted any other man before. You electrify me in a way that nobody ever has,” I said as I reached out to touch his leg. He flinched and looked up at me, stricken. “Electrify? As in Charge?? HA!” He laughed mirthlessly as his body was wracked with sobs. “I’m HIV positive,” he finally whispered. “But it’s more than that. Much more. I’m sick. Not HIV sick, but sick in my very soul. I have a darkness in me. A twisted desire to infect other guys with HIV. You asked what gets me off? THAT gets me off. The thought of infecting guys makes my dick hard! Christ! I’m getting hard right now just talking about it and I’m fucking bawling while I bare by soul to you! How fucked up is that?” There was a pregnant pause as he took a deep breath. “And how sick is it that I want to infect you so you’ll be mine forever?” It was barely audible, but I heard it. “Kurt…” I started. “His name was Bo. Love of my life. I was fairly newly poz when we met, and he wasn’t. But we were determined to make it work. I loved him and He knew me, REALLY knew me. Knew my darkness. Knew my fetishes and kinks. My demons. And he loved me anyway. He loved me so much that he begged for me to knock him up. To infect him so we would always be together. I railed against the idea for a long time, and we were always so careful. SO careful! I needed him healthy and whole. But he wore me down. He said he was ready. He PROMISED me he was. That he could handle it and he wanted it and he wanted it from ME. He even told me that he would go get pozzed up from someone else, just to be done with it all. So finally I relented. I let the demons out and I did it. I fucking did it. It took on the first try too, because I’m fertile. And I gotta tell you, man was it hot. It was so goddamn hot doing it. I loved every fucking second and being the one to make him poz. Fuck, it blew my mind. When I bred him that night it was like all my love emptied into him too. Only he lied to me. He wasn’t ready for it. His family found out and they disowned him. Some of his friends turned on him and called him a fool for not being safe and stupid for being with me. They abandoned him. His conservative job found out and canned him. He lost health insurance. It was all so messed up. But I thought we were working through it all ok. We had each other and I loved him and that was enough right? But he got depressed. Really depressed. I came home one day… I came home…and… I’m the one who found him.” Kurt had tears just streaming down his face now- cathartically releasing all the pent up emotions that must have been eating away at him. “Bo is dead because of me. The love of my life died because I can’t control my sick desires. I was weak and he is dead. And I vowed never again. Not with someone that I care about. And then you walk into a bar bathroom, the spitting image…” “But Kurt, we can still do stuff. Be intimate. All this doesn’t make me want you less, if anything I want you more now. We can be safe….” I offered. “Safe? With me there IS no ‘safe’. You’ve seen me in action, when I’m amped up. I’m a fucking pig with a big cock and a bigger sex drive. Once the demons are loose, there’s no stopping them. You say “safe” but you don’t understand. You don’t KNOW. I’m telling you even now sitting here, after all this, I still want to infect you. I see you and I am overcome with desire. I want you so badly that I can’t focus. You are so beautiful and sexy and I want nothing more than to tear up that meaty little ass of yours. I want to fuck you so hard you bleed. I want to fuck you until your spine cracks and your spleen is bruised. I want you whimpering as I cum so deep inside that it will never come out. And then I want to do it again and again and again until you convert. Then we’ll be a matched pair and I’ll own you for life. You say ‘safe’. How do you think you’ll be safe with me? I’m way bigger than you. You don’t stand a chance. Don’t ask me to pull out, because I won’t. You think you’ll be safe if I use a condom? Don’t you think that at some point my dark side will win and I’ll sabotage the rubber so my seed leaks into you? Or I sneak it off and stealth you? Or drug you and then rape my poz load into your ass? God, my cock is hard right now just talking about it! With me there IS no such thing as safe, don’t you see? That’s why I’m telling you all this. That’s why I let Tom suck me. That’s why I pushed you away at the sex party. That’s why I pretended not to know you at the bar even though I wanted nothing more than to ditch that other guy and take you back to my place to destroy you. That’s why I sprinted home that first time at the bar. It’s me… protecting you… from me. Before I can’t control myself and it’s too late.” We sat quietly in my car, the only sound an occasional sniffle from him as we sat amid the enormity of everything he just unloaded. My mind was reeling from his revelations and his stark honesty. There was so much conflict going on inside me. My feelings for him. My attraction. His status. His dark fetish. His struggle. But above it all, just being in the car with him had me vibrating. My guts were a knot and… And suddenly, I was calm. In a moment of clarity, I knew what I was going to do. Kurt spoke again, dejectedly. “I know this was… a lot. And I’m sorry. I truly am sorry. Please understand that I think you are so… so beautiful. But you deserved to know. And now maybe you’ll understand I can’t see you again.” His hand moved to the door handle. Before he could make another move, I launched myself at him, grabbed his face, and kissed him. I wish I could say it was one of those beautiful, perfect moviestar kisses—it wasn’t. He’d been crying. I’d been crying. There were residual tears and snot. I came in too hot and our teeth sort of clacked together. It wasn’t pretty. But it was also fucking hot as hell. It started off with me ramming against him and him sort of yelping as I startled him. His body was tensed like a clock spring. I kept our lips pressed together unmoving- waiting to see what he was going to do. Suddenly the fight seemed to go out of him and he relaxed. Then our kiss morphed into a gentle “I see you, Jake Sully” kiss. And then it deepened, and turned more urgent until we were two horny teenagers making out in a car. And I gotta say—the stache and stubble combo? Holy fuck. Feeling his stubble rake across my jaw lit me on fire. Kissing Kurt in this moment was the most intimate, most sexual thing I think I’d ever done with another man in my life. It also felt I was kissing a brewing storm… and I never wanted to stop. As my hands wandered down to his straining groin, he suddenly stopped and pushed me away. “Fuck, this is what I was afraid of! I am barely hanging on, here. We have to stop.” “Have you heard of PReP,” I asked him breathlessly. “Sure,” he nods. “Well, I’m on it. And I triple dog dare you to try to get me pregnant, Kurt.” He closed his eyes then. “Drive,” he commanded as he fastened his seat belt. * * We drove to his condo in a blur. I drove fast, but not so fast as to get a speeding ticket (or DUI). He wanted to fuck me at his place because it was set up with everything that we would need. I honestly don’t remember getting from the parking garage to his unit. Once parked we were on each other again with reckless abandon. We managed to get out of the car, but he pushed me up against it- his hands all over my body. He ended up going down on me as I leaned against the car- my synapses shorting out as I felt his mouth take me inside. Then I tried to return the favor, but the 0 gauge PA kept clattering against my teeth which really bothered me. We stopped so he could unscrew a ball and take it out for me. I sucked his dick briefly in the elevator- I didn’t care if there were security cameras. Let them fucking watch me service this god’s dick! I just needed to feel him in my mouth. His dick is fucking enormous. Two and a half hands worth and my fingers didn’t touch around it. Big fucking head like a pit viper. He probably was going to fuck me in half with it, and I was beyond ready to surrender to it. Eventually we got to his condo and he had me go prep using his shower shot while he got the place ready for me. I did as I was told and made sure to spend a little extra time, as I knew he would be going extra deep. I stepped out of the bathroom into a dimly lit scene. “Come here,” I heard him say in his deep, sex voice. My feet were instantly compelled forward to the bedroom. He had a blood red light bulb in the bedside lamp, to set the mood. He had a sling set up, suspended in one corner from eye bolts in the ceiling. One of the walls had a large mirror there so you would be able to watch yourself during, were you so inclined. And the wall opposite the foot of the king sized bed had a 60” TV mounted on an articulating arm, so porn could be watched at any time. And he had filthy porn playing—lots of biohazard symbols everywhere. As I stepped into his den of iniquity, our eyes met and he said, “Last chance, bud. Or abandon all hope.” I walked up to him, staring deeply into his eyes. I feel that familiar sex trance coming on and this time I welcomed it fully. With that all my inhibitions fell away and I felt free. I knew Kurt wouldn’t judge me and anything was on the table. I chose my next words deliberately. “So, that guy that you were talking with that night at the bar when you pretended not to know me? Did you poz him?” I saw Kurt’s nostrils flare as his eyes glittered in the red light. “Yes. Yes I did.” “Tell me,” I say. “What’s to tell? He was a dumb fucking bug chaser. I found him on BBRT and told him I could help him out. He met me at the bar after work. I brought him here and gave him what he wanted.” “And what he wanted was your toxic seed. Did it take?” I asked. I knew my questions were goading Kurt on and getting his demons going. “Oh yeah. I told you—I’m fertile. He called me two weeks later to tell me he got the fuck flu. He was so happy.” “And was it a good fuck? Did you enjoy breeding him? Did it satisfy you?” I asked. “It was ok. He’d been chasing for awhile but everyone’s pretty well controlled these days so infections are rare. And he really wanted it so it didn’t feel like much of a challenge. It’s sort of hotter when the guy doesn’t want it, or doesn’t know he wants it.” Kurt’s cock was so hard at this. That’s when I noticed he’d changed his PA. The one in now was a curved barbell of sorts, but there were conical spikes screwed onto the ends. Kind of like what you’d see on a dog’s collar. I reached down and fingered it lightly. His cock jumped at my touch. “Is this your weapon of choice for my guts tonight?” I asked. “You triple dog dared me to get you pregnant. I aim to keep my record intact,” he growled. “So, about a month before I ran into you at the bar, Charlie told me he’d seen you with some random guy from out of town and that you’d left with him. You get him pregnant, too?” Kurt chuckled. “You keeping tabs on me?” he asked. “Just some light stalking. You know I’m obsessed with you.” Kurt reaches up and starts lightly stroking my nipples. My nipples are hard wired and with his touch, bolts of electricity coursed through me and made my dick jump. “I honestly don’t know if I got him pregnant or not- it’s definitely possible since I gave him a double dose. I may get a two-fer if his wife pops poz too.” “Fuck, really?” I asked. Even though I had started out as just playing a role to turn Kurt on, hearing him talk this way was getting me very turned on. Was I a secret chaser? Or was I just some sex pig that had finally found someone to help me realize my true self?” “Yeah. The guy was in town on a business trip. Married. To a woman. He was at the bar because he was bi-curious, the stupid fucker. Had cheated on his wife a few times with guys but only bottomed twice before. Such an easy pickup! He took me back to his hotel room so I could be his third time. Man, he was definitely not prepared for my cock. He cried while I fucked him.” “And you got him to risk it and go bareback?” I asked, definitely curious at this point. “Not at first. He insisted on a condom because he was ‘married’. But I deliberately didn’t use enough lube. I wanted to rough him up a bit and also possibly have the condom pop. That happens sometimes due to my size and my… vigor. Whoops.” He grinned and I had to laugh at the way he said it. “Unfortunately, the condom held, but he was really crying and it was tearing up his ass something fierce because fuck he was tight, so I told him it would feel better skin to skin. I had him take a hit of poppers, stripped off the condom, lubed up, and slid right back in. “I stealthed him quick before he came to his senses. And then kept going to make sure I massaged that load into him. As I was working up load 2 he did ask me not to cum in him. I said ‘Why change things now?’ and shot a second load deep. That’s when he kind of freaked out a bit and kicked me out of his hotel room.” “Was this a good fuck?” I asked, as I moved behind him and knelt to tongue his butthole. As soon as I made contact in his furry crack, I went into overdrive. He moaned. “Fuck yeah! There’s nothing better than breeding a married “straight” guy. I love it when the guy struggles to take my cock. I like it when they cry too- feels more like rape, even though they never ask me to stop. And I love sending them on their way with my little gift. Their cheating asses are getting what they deserve. Plus it’s hot thinking that they might pass it on to their wives or to some other guys along their path of sexual discovery.” “I have a question for you,” I say, pausing in my rimming. “At the sex party, why didn’t you just let that guy fuck me and breed me? Maybe I would have popped poz and all this conflict would have gone away.” Then I dove back into his perfect ass. “I thought I already answered that. I needed to be the one to do it so that you’re mine forever. I couldn’t let some other guy have that honor. Not with you. Especially when I could stop it. Do you know how many poz guys I chased away from your hole that night? At least 5. The last guy was definitely toxic, although you would have liked his dick.” I stopped rimming him and stood up. I stood on tip toes and whispered into his ear. “I think it’s time for you to impregnate me. Give me my first dirty dick.” Kurt kissed me fiercely then. It wasn’t like the first one in the car, or even the parking garage—this WAS a Hollywood kiss. Longing and long-denied desire pouring out in a flood between us. I’ve never been kissed like that by anyone before—or since. All I knew was that my mind was fried and I was complete his now and forever and all I could think was “dick dick dick… in in in…. now now now… “. He picked me up deftly, and placed me into the sling. My feet were placed in the stirrups and cinched in snugly. He looked down on me with unbridled lust, and I’m sure I looked back with equal amounts. He bared his teeth and chuckled menacingly. “You stupid fucker. Your ass is mine now. I’m gonna give you my AIDS.” “Stop talking and fucking do it already,” I goaded. He let out a fierce growl and lubed up his dick. Then he lubed up my hole, making sure to roughly finger the lube into me. Then I felt his cock head and the sharp PA resting against my pucker. I sucked in a sharp breath in anticipation. He tossed me some spray poppers and a cloth. “Here, you might want to try these. I’ll do you a solid and wait until you’re flying.” “I want you to know something,” I said as I uncapped the spray can. “I’m not going to be like that businessman. I’m not going to cry. I’m not going to beg for you not to cum in me. I’m not as innocent as I seem and I don’t need your mercy. I’m tough. And I’m a greedy fucking bottom who lusts for big cock. I need this. I need YOU. I think I’ve needed you my whole life. And my body is yours to destroy as you see fit.” I hit the spray poppers and soon my head fuzzed and everything got warm and tingly. I felt a sharp pinch as he entered me, and then discomfort as his girth slowly slid inside. I figured Kurt was just going to fucking pound me until I passed out, but no. He slow fucked me. He worked his enormous tool back and forth inside me, stopping when it started nudging my second ring and then sliding languorously back out. A couple times he pulled all the way out with a sharp plop (which I admit stung a bit) before pushing slowly back inside. I’m not gonna lie, what he was doing was feeling fucking incredible. So much cock was in me and I felt so stretched! But there was also the added sensation of the metal dragging in my guts. And then there was his gaze. I could almost taste his lust. “I thought you were going to fuck me,” I growled. “Patience, young padawan,” he said. “I’m just tilling the soil for my seed. There’s a method to my madness, you’ll see. I can’t just ram you with this particular PA in. It’s kind of uncomfortable for me and the cones tend to come loose. One time I lost the whole thing inside a dude’s shitter- now that was interesting breeding session. Also, I’ve been cautioned by the piercer that with my size, this type could get caught deep in your colon and hook us together in a rather compromising position. And that wouldn’t be very much fun now, would it?” I shook my head. “Plus we can’t risk damaging that beautiful baby-maker you got,” I agreed. “You like it?” he says cockily as he flexed it inside me causing me to gasp. “It’s the biggest dick I’ve ever taken and its going to ruin me forever for all other cock,” I told him quite sincerely. “Oh, its’ going to ruin you all right.” He grinned wickedly. He popped out again, and started removing the PA. “You should be good and scraped up now. Plenty of places for my seed to latch,” he said matter of factly. “And now the real fucking begins.” He relubed and I hit the spray poppers again, just in time to get fuzzy before his onslaught. I know everyone is now expecting a merciless rape of the sabine women scene, but it wasn’t like that. He was definitely all about taking his pleasure, but not at the expense of mine. He re-entered me fairly slowly and when his dick came to my second ring, he patiently worked me open until he could get all the way inside. Then he short stroked himself deep in there in order to make sure I was good and open for his dick before he started giving it all to me with force. And for me? Nobody had ever fucked me this deep before. And definitely nobody that I was so in tune with. I literally don’t remember some of the fuck once he got going, because I was riding wave after blissful wave. I was having anal/full body orgasms left and right from the way his cock was hitting inside me. I’m pretty sure I was making loud, guttural noises and probably scaring his neighbors. I honestly don’t know how long he had been fucking me before I regained my voice. 20 minutes? 2 hours? It was all a blur. But he was buried in me and grinding when I decided to ask for more. “Kurt? Will you put in the big PA for me? The 0 gauge that you had in the night we met? I’ve never been fucked by one and I need to feel it.” “You sure? Because it will probably bruise your sigmoid colon a bit,” he said with a touch of concern. “Yeah, I’m sure. I wanna be able to feel you inside me for days after this fuck.” He pulled out slowly and went to his dresser. This was a captive bead PA and he had bought the special tool for popping the ball in and out. With an audible snap, I knew it was in and that I’d soon be feeling it. “This is more than I could have hoped for,” he said during the lull in our fucking. “You’re taking me like a champ, and I’ve already been leaking tons of precum into your cunt. This is the hottest sex I’ve ever had and you’re helping me edge up one massive load. You’re so getting infected. I don’t care if you are on Prep—it’s not going to be able to save you after this.” “Promises, Promises,” I joked. “Now, play with my nipples as you enter me and get ready to see stars.” It took a bit to get the 0 gauge in me, but in me it went. All the way in me. And yeah, I felt it. The heavy weight of it moving inside me as he thrust into me. The pleasure pain as he drove that ring and ball repeatedly into my second ring. He did work my nipples as he fucked me now, and my hole went crazy on his dick. This set up a steady litany of accolades from him, where extolling my virtues as a professional bottom cock pig. I could tell we were nearing the finale at this point, and truthfully I wasn’t exactly sure how much more my guts could take. Poppers were failing to dull the pain he was punching into me now. “Look at me Kurt,” I commanded. And our eyes locked one last time. “I… I’m pretty sure I love you,” I stammered while staring intently at him. “It was love at first sight. From that first moment our eyes met in the bathroom, I knew. I just… knew.” Kurt was fucking me hard now. “It was inevitable. We were always going to end up here, right here. With you trying to knock me up. Because this connection of ours would not be denied.” His hands were fiercely gripping my hips and he was literally throwing my ass onto his dick. His groin slamming into me with abandon with smacks echoing off the concrete walls in his condo. “You know how much I love you, Kurt?” I grunted out between thrusts. “No. Tell me,” he ground out. “You know how I told you I was on PrEP?” I said, through gritted teeth. “I lied.” He came in me then. With a guttural moan that was somewhere between triumph and anguish, he came. Deeply. And hard. He was planted all the way up inside me when he launched volley after volley after volley of his charged semen into me. And I felt it. Not just the throbbing of his cock up inside me where no man had ever been, but I felt his cum. I felt the shots hit inside. The wet heat. All of it. And somewhere during his orgasm I had my own. My own prodigious load shot everywhere. I felt it hit my face, but it painted me from chin to navel. When he finally stopped cumming (like 2 minutes later, his cock still up in my second ring), he looked down at me with something that looked like sadness in his face. “Is it true?” He asked. “Is it true that I love you?” I said, playing dumb. “Absolutely. I’ve been head over heels for you for months. Since I first saw you.” “No, I mean… the PrEP thing. Is it… true?” I looked at him and shrugged. “Yeah, it’s true. I’m not on it. Never was.” Kurt started breathing rapidly and he started to shake a bit. “Oh god. You LIED to me! No no no! Fuck! This is going to be Bo all over again! I can’t handle that. Fuck, what have I done? Oh god, I never should have…” “Hey!” I snapped, and Kurt stopped. “You didn’t do this. I did. I chose. I decided that I wanted you to own me forever, so I let this happen. No. I MADE this happen. And if I had changed my mind, I would have stopped it. It *is* possible to stop Mr. Ferris Buehler, you know.” This elicited a small smile from him. “I’m sorry I lied to you. I won’t do it again. Ever. I promise.” I looked deeply at him so he could see my earnestness. “Ever. And although I look like him, I’m not him. You gotta trust me on this.” He nodded. I was still on my back in the sling and he was still in me at this point, and my load was starting to run everywhere. So, I scooped up what I could from by chest and belly and held it out to him. “If your fertileness is to be believed, this is my last neg load. Take it,” I said. “It’s always the Clark Kent types,” he said with a snort. And without breaking eye contact, he lowered his head to my hand and lapped up my cum. Then he held my hand while he slowly sucked each of my fingers clean. “How’s it taste, big guy?” The corners of his mouth twitched a bit before answering. “Positively delicious.” “OH MY GOD YOU DID NOT!” I guffawed. “What?” he shrugged. “If you can quote cheesy movie lines to me, then I’m gonna make puns so bad they’ll give you AIDS.” And then he smiled at me. And it was blinding. * * After our breeding session, he carefully removed my feet from the stirrups and I wrapped my legs around him tightly. Determined to keep him planted inside me forever. He lifted me out of the sling (with my help) and we maneuvered to his bed. With much shuffling and grunting, we managed to scooch all the way up, until I had a pillow under my head, and he was laying with most of his weight on top of me. We kissed slowly and deeply like this for a long time. As we were resting (he was STILL in me, although my hips were starting to cramp at this point), I started thinking about a positional change. “Hey, when do I get to fuck you?” I asked. “I don’t get fucked, I fuck.” He stated. “Although if I were to get fucked, it would be you. You seem to know what you’re doing.” “And you seemed to enjoy watching me fuck those guys,” I said. “I enjoyed MAKING you fuck those guys. There’s a difference. Although I’m sure they liked it. A hot fucker like you dicking them down? Plus you got a pretty good dick on ya for a little guy. Not as good as mine but….” I smacked him and he playfully said “ow”. He chuckled while I made my hole dance on his dick a few times. I grabbed his face and looked at him. “You know, I think I’ve always been a pig. Or more accurately a pig-in-waiting. I was just so focused on being the good boy that everyone wanted me to be. Always so tentative. Afraid to cut loose. I guess I was in some pretty deep denial. Until you. Then it was all ‘Suuuuper Piiiiig’. I guess that makes you my phone booth.” “What’s a ‘phone booth’?” he asked in mock seriousness. It was right after this that I was brought up short by a sudden and paralyzing thought. Once again, my insecurities were rearing their ugly head, and my mind started running unchecked down dark alleys. “Kurt… if you do manage to seroconvert me, is that it then? Party’s over? You move on to another hole and we just become buddies that wave to each other at the clinic or…” my voice trailed off, suddenly fearful. He looked at me like I was an idiot and shook his head. “God I love pozzing up stupid guys! Mwa-ha-ha-ha!” a said with a fakey, evil laugh. Then his face got serious. “Weren’t you listening, silly? I said I wanted to poz you so that I would own you forever. Forever doesn’t mean for the two weeks of daily breeding until you get the fuck flu.” This time it was my turn to nod that I understood. “Daily breeding, you say?” I said, slowly cocking an eyebrow. “With an ass like yours? At least,” he growled as he snuggled into my neck. “Oh! I just had another thought,” I said cheerfully. “Oh god. Is *this* how it’s going to be with you? You ‘thinking’ all the time, asking dumb questions and interrupting snuggies?” he smirked. “Oh, I think you’ll like this one. So, once I pop poz and before I go on meds, how would you like to watch me knock up some guys? I’m thinking maybe like a nice, dumb 18 year old high school jock. Get him good and pregnant before his college career?” “Am I answering your question?” he asked, as his cock rapidly started swelling in my soon to be destroyed (again) ass. And then we kissed. And five very positive years later, we’re still kissing.

Drew awoke to a sharp pain; he was getting fucked again by a thick dick. The guy had slipped in while he was napping. Drew could not see but this guy was 28 years old and stood 6’3 blonde with blue eyes and some tats and a huge club of a dick 10” and thick with a PA. Drew was whimpering and begging him to stop but the guy kept calling him the straight whore. Fucking slut for dick tonight, the real entertainment for the club. Although Drew could hardly think he kept begging the guy to stop and wondering what the fuck was the club. There were more guys, Drew asked if the guy fucking him was the last one and the guy fucking him laughed and said the night was just beginning little whore. The guy picked up the pace and started breathing heavy and shot his load in Drew. Fuck yea, the guy said. That ass was a hot as the guys said online. What the fuck, online? They info about me online? He started to try to get out of the restraints again but soon realized he was making no progress, he stopped when the door opened again. The guy just stood there, Drew wondered what was next and then he felt a hand on his ass, then another hand then the guy licked and at Drew. Sucked on his little hole and make Drew start moaning. Fuck that is one sweet pussy the guy said, then he ate it some more and then lubed up two finger and worked it inside Drew. Drew kept moaning as the guy finger fucked him. The guy had long skinny fingers, he pulled them out and slide a shard between them and slipped them back into Drew and spread them, so the shard fell, and finger fucked him more and then pulled out and repeated it with a second share and a third finger. He fingered fucked Drew for another five minutes and pulled out and lubed up his 7.5 by 9 cock and pressed it against Drew’s hole. Drew was spinning and the guy slowly pressed, and Drew felt some pressure and some pain as the dick head pressed Drew’s ass lips apart and stretched his ass ring. The guy kept constant pressure and Drew started to realize how big dis dick must have been for him to feel this much pressure and pain and the guy slapped Drew’s ass and barked open the fuck up. The slap and his gruff tone started Drew and the guy kept pushing and soon Drew’s ass gave way and the guy slide inside two inches. Good Pig, now open the rest of the fuck up. The guy kept sliding a out a little and then pressing hard inside Drew and soon he had another inch and five minutes later another. This went on for 20 minutes and soon the guy changed his tone and said there you go little straight boy pig. I knew you could take me. Drew was now just moaning in a painful but guttural way, the guy kept slow fucking him a little pull out and then sliding in and after another five minutes Drew relaxed enough for the guy to pull out almost to the tip and then slide back in and pick up the pace and ten minutes later slide all the way inside Drew and grunt and say fuck yea. Love that fucking cunt. The guy stayed inside Drew as his body shook and he unloaded the last of his load and then he lubed up a butt plug and slowly pulled out and filled Drew with the plug as he told him what a good pig boy he was. Then Drew heard the door and the guy left. Drew was still pinning and wondered how long this could go on. Drew hard the door and then the guy came in and gave Drew a drink, it was more punch and he told drew to drink up. Drew was thirsty and drank it all and then the guy put another straw up to Drew’s mouth and Drew drank that too, it was a different flavor and it tasted sweet and salty. Drew’s head was spinning, and he soon passed out. Once he had two guys came in and unfasted him and carried him to an open area. He was put up on sling and fasted in. His blindfold was removed, and a hood was placed on his head where only his mouth and nose where visible. He was cleaned up and the butt plug was removed allow Drew’s hole to close and tighten up. Caged his dick for this next round, the kid had Tina dick, so it was easy to lock it up. After Drew was dried off, in red marker one of the guys wrote – Straight whore for tonight. Cum in his ass – Use the whore. Drew lay there for 30 minutes and began to stir as guys started to come in and touch his body. Drew began to tingle all over and moan some and ask where he was. The guy had been instructed not to speak to Drew so no one answered but the hands continued to explore and rub his nips, body, chest, legs, stomach and balls. They guys were told to leave his ass alone too. Guys would feel him up and leave and there always seemed to be four to six guys around him at any time. More then 50 guys had come in. Guys the announcer called out as the music died down. You have all been invited due to your generous support to watch the destruction of a straight boy. Drew was drugged out of his mind, he wanted to leave and to get up, but he was fastened in and uttered no, not me. The few guys who heard him laughed and the announcer began to introduce the rest of the cast. We have a few new cast members but let me start with our returning stars. Nigel is back from South Africa with his 10” monster BBC, Devon with his 8” thick beer can dick, Stephan with his 11” driller and our new cast members are Jamun Latin dream with his fat uncut 10.5-inch dick, there was a pause and the announcer said, guys I know you are excited as cheers would irrupt after each guy was announced and would enter the room. There are two more the announcer said, and you each where given a paper and each of our starts has a number. Once I announce the final two stars you will pick the two you want to see Double Penetrate our little straight whore. The crowd roared and once that calmed down the announcer introduced Ike the 12” Iron dick and Michel the thickest dick alive out he was soft, and it was as thick as the beer can dick soft. The guys gasp and then clapped, and everyone began to cast their votes. Then the announcer said he is right over there. Check out the merchandise to the entertainment for tonight. One by one they headed over to drew and began to play with him and Stephan the driller leaned Drews head and began to slide his dick in the boy’s mouth. They started playing with Drew’s nipples and Jamun squatted and started eating at Drew’s ass. This went on for five minutes until Jamun got up and lubed up his dick and pressed it against Drew’s hole and slowly slide his big dick inside Drew. Drew tried to pull away, but the guy had Drew’s head and began fucking his throat. Jamun’s big dick was disappearing in Drew. He was calling him a straight whore and telling him what a great pussy he had. He fucked him for five minutes slowly and then picked up the pace and long dicked him till he shot in Drew ten minutes later. Driller left Drew loose and Drew gasped for air. Driller went around and slide his dick as far as he could into drew, it was almost full length. Then he pressed and it popped in the rest Drew did not have a dick in his mouth and he was able to utter no before Nigel grabbed his head and slide his dick inside Drew’s mouth and throat. The guys like watching Drew take that BBC down his throat and they seemed to know he was next in Drew’s ass. Stephan fucked Drew deep for a long time and after twenty minutes he finally shot a load in Drew’s ass. Nigel pulled out of Drew and went back to use his ass and shoved his dick inside forcefully making Drew scream before Devon shoved his beer can dick inside Drew’s mouth shutting him up and muffling the rough deep fucking, he was now taking from Nigel the crowd cheered and encouraged Nigel saying fuck that straight boy, breed his fucking ass. Make him the whore we all know he is. Nigel shoved his dick in deep past Drew’s second ring and shot his load as his body shook and he make a deep guttural noise and then slowly withdrew his huge dick. Devon kept his dick in the boy’s mouth while Iron Dick the 12” hard like a rock dick slowly slide inside Drew. The guy started out gentle and he slowly slide inside Drew till he got to his second ring and then applied gentle pressure pushing inside and then slowly pulled out and he kept this up for five minutes getting Drew’s second ring used to opening up and then once he felt Drew was sufficiently open he began long dicking Drew and harder then before and he motioned for Devon to unplug the boy as he pushed the sling forward and then let Drew impale himself on his Rock hard dick. Drew was crying by now, begging him to stop as the guy said boy you have one deep cunt and soon you will have one wide cunt. Best kind of boy cunt, wide and deep. He stopped the sling and pressed deep into Drew and leaned down like he was going to whisper and said boy you want me to come don’t you so this will stop. Yes, Drew screamed out and the guy laughed and said boy you better home I don’t cum the big dick right beside you are going to stretch you out. Devon slapped Drews face with his meat and the boy just cried more. This drew cheers from the crowd and Iron dick begin fucking Drew for another five minutes and then shot his load deep inside the boy. The crowd went wild, the loved the way he fucked, and he tore up the boy’s ass, but it meant that Devon and the even bigger guest were going to fuck Drew. Devon moved to the boy’s hole and put his fat thick head on the hole and although Drew had been stretched it did not slide in. Devon lubed it up more and pressed it harder and nothing and he began fingering him two and three and finally four. Then when he tried to fuck him again the head popped in and Drew lost his breath. Then started saying no, please no! Devon steadily pushed into Drew and Drew finally passed out from the pain. Devon after some work and lots of pressure finally got all the way inside Drew and began fucking him slowly till Drew relaxed his cunt and Devon began enjoying the fuck. Twenty minutes in Devon begin panting and shoved his dick in and shot his load. Drew began to come to as Devon shot and then slowly pulled out. Devon looked at This huge even thicker dick leaking on Drew’s lips as the guy jacked his hard dick and then walked around and took Devon’s spot and pressed again Drew’s hole and Drew tried to say no but Devon was making him clean up his dick. The guy pressed and moved several times to change his angle and he finally grabbed the sling and pulled it onto his dick and Drew’s hole gave way and that fat dick popped inside him. The guy slow fucking him and press to the right and left stretching Drew. Inch after inch until he lodges his super thick dick inside Drew. Devon pulled out and Drew could only say fuck, fuck that is way to big fuck. The guy flexed his dick for Drew and all you could hear was a little moan from Drew and then no take it out. The guy started to pull out and then solely pushed it back in as Devon whispered in Drew’s ear. Baby, he is already inside you just take him. Drew shook his head no as the big thick dick moved slowly in and out of his stretched-out love cannel. Devon was handed some poppers and he fed them to Drew. Drew began to spin and his hole relaxed some and the guy started fucking him with some more speed and Devon feed the boy more and more poppers and then without much notice the guy fucking him shot his load deep inside Drew but left his dick inside Drew until he shrank in side and then pulled out. Drew lay there spent while the guy cheered and called him a slut, whore, cunt, cum dump etc.

He sat waiting in the auditorium. It was his fifth audition in a month. He needed work and he kept getting rejected. Jason was 30 years old. 'Old' in the world of stage performance. He was 5 foot 9, 130 pounds, grey eyes, with dark brown hair, ripped and shredded. The guy on stage was messing up his lines. Yet he had that twinky look, a smile that could melt any man or woman. When the guy finished his audition it was Jason's turn. Afterwards he was walking out to his car. The young twink was on his phone texting and walking. He walked into Jason and knocked him over. 'Hey, watch out where your going grandpa!' Jason couldn't believe this guy. He was the one not looking where he was going. 'Are you okay? What a little cunt.' The director was helping Jason up. He had the most intense hazel eyes. He easily lifted Jason from the ground. He was 5foot7, well built, with big biceps, salt-and-pepper hair, probably in his late forties. His jeans was tight. Jason could see the outline of his cock. It looked thick. 'Jea what a tool. Thanks' Jason felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. Shit! He wss going to be late! It was his friend Ted's birthday and he was going to meet some of their friends at a local gay bar. 'I have to go, have a birthday party to go to. See you around.' The man said goodbye and Jason walked to his bike. Jason got to the bar. They were drinking shots and having a good time. A group of guys came in. It was the director and some of his buddies. Their eyes met. It seemed like an eternity that they were staring at each other. Jason only looked away when one of his friends told a particularly funny joke and everyone laughed. He went back to his conversation with his friends. A waiter arrived at their table and delivered a drink to Jason. The waiter said the drink was from a guy at the bar and pointed to the director. Jason went over. He had to thank him. 'Hi, I didn't expect to see you here. Thanks for the drink. I'm Jason'. 'Its a pleasure. I'm Greg. I know you're name. Both of us were at the audition today and I can't forget your performance' Jason felt flattered but he didn't want to get his hopes up. 'So how is the party? Enjoying yourself?'. ' It's okay. And you? Are you also here with friends?'. 'We were actually going to go to a house party. We were just here for pre drinks. But when I saw you I knew I had to buy you a drink. Would you like to come over to my place for a drink?' The way he was smiling and his eyes lured Jason in. 'Sure, let's go'. He smiled back. Greg got an uber. Jason climbed in. He was a bit nervous. He didn't usually hook up randomly. In the past he was in 2 monogamous relationships. The drive was silent and it wasn't long until the uber came round a bend. It was a seafront villa in Sea Point. It was massive. Greg climbed out first and opened the door for Jason. He walked Jason in. They went to the spacious living room. There were lots of paintings against the wall. A projector and screen. The room was filled with antique furniture. In the middle of the room in front of the chaise lounge was a table with a whiskey decanter and an artisanal box that was probably filled with cigars. Jason and Greg had a few drinks and talked about the industry, their backgrounds and interests. During their conversation Greg's phone rang. He excused himself. Jason was feeling mellow from the alcohol but also curious. He walked around the room and looked at the art. He was curious about the artisinal box. He had never had cuban cigars and wanted to confirm if the box contained them. Maybe he could slip cigars into the conversation and try them. 'See you've found my parTy stash' Jason was holding a funny looking pipe with a bulb in his hand. Greg was standing in the doorway. Jason felt guilty for opening the box. 'Im sorry. I thought there were cigars in the box'. 'Not cigars but you can also smoke it. Have you ever smoked weed?' 'Yes, in college. Can you smoke weed in this?' Greg chuckled. 'No, its used to smoke Tina. Have u ever smoked Tina? Jason shook his head. He was still shook from being caught out.' Want to try? Wait, I'll show you how its done' Greg took a small bag filled with crystals out of the box. He filled the pipe with a few shards. He put a lighter under the bulb. Lit it, swiveling the pipe around. He slowly drew in smoke that was starting to fill the bulb. He held his breath for a few seconds and blew out a big cloud. Jason was mesmerized. Before he knew it Greg was holding the pipe out to him. 'Your turn. I'll hold the lighter' Jason put the end of the pipe to his lips. Greg lit the flame. Jason saw the T in the pipe melt. He slowly drew in smoke like Greg did. 'Hold it' He held the smoke in for a bit and later blew out a big cloud. 'Not bad. I'm impressed. But I think you can do better. Let me show you again'. Greg took the pipe inhaling the smoke a bit longer, releasing a thick cloud. He gave the pipe back to Jason. Jason had a competitive streak and even though he hadn't done this before, he wanted to hold his own around Greg. Greg smiled even more. It was going to be even easier than he thought it would be to corrupt this fine piece of ass. He could see that Jason was getting spun. His next shot of T he shotgunned with Jason. Jason liked this. He was itching to kiss this handsome daddy. They locked lips for a few minutes. Both of their hands searching each others bodies. Greg put the pipe back in the box and went back to kissing Jason. Both men were hot from all the rubbing against each other. They removed their shirts. Greg had a hairy chest with nipple piercings. Jason liked the way they looked. Greg was admiring Jason's six pack abs and developed pecs. He pressed Jason against the lounge chair. Jason could feel Greg's hard cock against his groin. It must be even longer and thicker from the dick print he had seen. His own cock felt limp. Which was strange. Yet Jason felt extremely horny. His body felt like it was tingling. Each touch felt intense.

I had a long day at work Tuesday and though I was tired I desperately wanted to get my dick wet. A twink, visiting from LA, hit me up on bbrt offering his preloaded hole. It's hard to turn down a juicy pussy so I bolted over. While I was about to walk out of my door, he hit me up to say another guy wanted to come over and asked if I'd be cool with us taking turns on him. I told him, the more the merrier. When I arrived, I found the door unlocked and entered to find the other guy already there and eating the twink's hole. He was a hot, hairy, thick, fat-dicked daddy. Woof! The daddy moved aside and I sucked some of the cum out of the twink's hole while the daddy started eating my hairy ass. After a few minutes I couldn't resist any longer and I buried my cock into the twink. His cunt was so wet and silky, but it was clear that he was winding down from a long day of getting pounded, so he asked for a break after a while. During that break I started sucking the daddy and the twink told me if I wanted to sit on his dick for a bit I could. So I planted my ass on top of the twink's rigid cock and started to ride. It didn't take long before he wailed "I'm cumming" and flooded my hole. The daddy was laying next to the twink jerking his fat hairy meat. I slide off of the twink, moved over and sat on the daddy's rod. He put his hands behind his head to expose his ripe pits, that I fell face first into and breathed it in like a hit of natural poppers. Now hungry for his seed I pumped that dick with my freshly bred hole until he growled like a dog and released balls deep in me. When leaving, the daddy and I exchanged numbers. Then I rode my bike home, with cum leaking out of my ass. After taking off my running short-shorts I was wearing, I saw that they had a wet streak.

Straight Drew Drew had taken a job at a small diner down the street after work to save up some money for his vacation and to makes end meat. He had his hours cut back at his daytime job it was getting harder and harder to pay the rent and keep food on the table. Drew was 5’8 140 blonde with blue eyes and a bubble butt for days. Guys at the restaurant would make comments and when Drew first started it bothered him, but he has gotten used it because the guy guys are the best tippers. Most of the guys were good about not touching him but Doug and older muscled dad generally had to grope Drew and it got to the point that Drew was very uncomfortable and would have one of the other waitresses attend to him when Doug came into the restaurant. Drew had avoided Doug for weeks and soon Drew would be on a month-long vacation while he had paid time off at the factory and he could finally travel and see friends. He had planned on quitting once he was back and thought he would not even want a second job once he was back. Drew had asked his boss for some extra shift before his vacation and he and Drew was able to pick up a few and then his boss told him about an opportunity to show off for a rich customer. Drew said, “you know I do not do anything like that.” His boss said yea, I know you are straight, it would only be showing off your hot little body for money. No touching, groping or other activities. Drew knew he was short the money he needed, and he agreed once he knew he would make $500.00 for the night. He made his boss repeat that he would not be groped and no sex. He boss told him yes, that is the deal. Drew said he was in; his boss gave him the address via text and the time to be there. Drew was to show up at 8 PM. Drew googled the address, and he could not find any information on it, so he decided it was safe and he headed out to the address. When he got off the bus, he walked a block and there the house was. It was a very nice house with a big yard. He walked up to the house and there was a note on the door, it had Drew’s name on it. He opened it and it read, the door is unlocked, please come in and there is a brown paper back by the door. You will find your outfit for tonight and please place your clothes in the bag. Drew rolled his eyes and walked in and grabbed the bag after shutting the door and it electronically locked. Drew glanced over and there was no handle, just a pull and a code on the door. He tested it and it was locked tight. Drew tensed up but went head and took of his shirt and slipped off his shorts and then pulled out a jock that looked like it had suspenders. It was bright blue with black strips; Drew shook his head but figured he had come to far to turn back now. Drew slipped out letting his dick hang in the hall and worked himself into the jock and then sipped the strings over his head. Once he had them on his shoulders a voice spoke and said you must cross them. Drew Fiddled with them and he eventually figured out how to have them cross across his chest and to the opposite shoulder. The voice said, Perfect! Now, open the box in front of you. Drew opened it and there was a key with a note. You have been invited to this party as the entertainment. You are the only one with a key to the event so hold onto it. You are to go down to room 7 and there is a table in the middle of the room. You are to go in, there will be a drink on the table for you. You must drink it all and then lay on the table with your ass up and face down and wait for instructions. Drew thought there had to be more to this but if this was entertainment and this is all he had to do for $500.00 he could do this all night. Drew walked to room 7 and opened the door and there was a glass of red punch there and he drank it down fast as he had built up a real thirst with his nerves and then hopped up on the padded table face down. His little bubble ass framed in the jock was a site to see. The voice range out again, it startled Drew and he jumped a bit and the voice said spread your ass checks. What ever Drew drank had relaxed him because this would have grossed him out any other time, but he just shook his head and put his hands on his ass checks and pulled them apart. He heard the guy says good boy! Drew was repulsed and flattered all at the same time. The voice came back on and told him to go to room 3 and he was to drink another drink and this time to lay on the table face up. Drew thought he remembered room three, it was around the corner, and he walked back to it and went inside and again drank the drink and got up on the table face up. The voice came on much quicker, Drew’s head was spinning now or was it just the room that was spinning. The voice said pull your jock to the left with your left hand and show off your balls and dick. First lift your dick straight up and Drew had a heavy bush and hairy balls and a fat dick on the boy for beings o skinny and short. Five minutes of his showing off the goods he started to get aroused, and the voice finally said. Go to room 11 the shaving station. Drew thought, fuck what are they shaving. I shaved before I left the house. He went to a room and there was a large wooden angled table pointing at a slight angle with a large hole in it. He did not have to be told and again drank the juice that was left for him. He was told to strip and get on the angled table and put his dick and balls through the hole. That was not hard to do since the hole was huge. Drew was woozy and rested on the table and he heard the door but could not see anyone. Then he felt his dick being lifted and a buzzer. Fuck he thought, someone is clipping my pubes. The razer stopped and then he felt cool and then a razer on his skin. What the fuck he thought, and then a cold wet rag washed up his pubic area and then the guy lifted his penis and grabbed his balls and shaved the right one and then the left. Drew heard the voice speak. Drew listened and turned around and put his ass through the opening. The guy grabbed his right check and then his left and spread his hole and blew on it and then the voice spoke again, and Drew was told to spread his checks and as Drew did the same clippers and wet feeling and then the razer on his hole taking off the small amount of hair Drew had on his little hole The guy left without saying a word and drew was told put his clothes back on and go to room 11. Drew picked up the little jock and thought fuck these are not clothes and after he was dressed, he went to room 11. Drew left the drink, and a voice came on and it said Drink boy. Drew walked over and slowly drank the punch and then a voice appeared, a different voice and it told drop to climb on the padded hours. There were two spots to put his feet and two spots for his arms to rest and the padded area for his body. Drew felt weird like this, he rested there and unbeknownst to him as he dozed off the guy who saved him came in and strapped his feet and wrist and slipped a blindfold on and drew awoke as that was being fasted on him. He spoke out, hey. What are you doing, this is not what I agreed to and please let me out as he pulled on them trying to get loose! This unknown man who fastened him never said a word but instead chucked little before leaving. Drew was left for 20 minutes, and the punch was relaxing him and then he hard the door. Drew said, who is there, but there was no answer. Then he felt his ass being pulled a part and his hole being blown on and suddenly there was a wet feeling and lots of pressure. Drew said, yea, lets stop that, fuck what are you doing and after a minute or two of protesting he was moaning and ever so often would tell the guy to stop. This went on for five minutes or longer. Then the guy pulled off and slapped his ass which started Drew and then Drew heard the door. He then felt a different pair of hands on his ass spreading his checks apart and then he began licking his hole and driving Drew crazy and his moaning began again. This guy really gave it to Drew, and he was so much better than the first guy, Drew began to push his hips back giving his hole to the man. Then he felt the first man put poppers under his nose and he was told to inhale and then they were moved to the left nostril, and he was told to inhale, and his head was spinning, and his hole wanted that guys tongue more than ever. Then Drew spoke for the first time since the second guy was in the room, he said softly; eat my hole. The guy with the poppers whispered in his right ear, you have to say that louder boy. Drew cleared his throat and said louder, eat my hole please. The guy in his ear said good boy! Drew moaned even louder, and the guy tongue fucked him. This went on for ten minutes and then that guy pulled off and Drew heard the door. He felt the first guys hands on his ass and then it was wet again but not a tongue. Then Drew heard wheels rolling toward him and them something inserted inside him, then a warm feeling and he felt full. The guy left the room with the hose inserted inside him. The longer it was in there the warmer Drew felt and he started to feel tingly all over but especially in his hole, balls and dick. Drew heard the door and then he felt the hose coming out and then a finger slide in and pull out and then a slap on Drew’s ass and he let loose of the chem piss he was storing in his ass and cleaned out his love canal also. The guy cleaned drop up and gave him one more clean water enema and then he licked and tasted Drews hole as he fingered him. Most of the time drew liked it but there was also two times Drew felt a sharp pain and then later a warm sensation. Drew was flying after the chem piss, and the two booty bumps he had taken. The guy stopped play and licking and lubed up Drew’s hole and slide a long skinny dick inside Drew and began fucking him making Drew moan and although he wanted him to stop, he could not say a word. Ten minutes later the guy started breathing heavy and drew said please no and shortly after the guy shoved his dick all the way in and came inside Drew. The guy slipped out and slapped drew on the ass and left the room. Drew caught his breath and figured it had to be over. It was no where near over and the guy who was the expert ass eater came in and spit on Drews ass and pressed his lubed but much thicker dick on Drew’s pucker and after three minute was unable to slide in. He left and Drew thought, fuck that was close and then he heard the door and two sets of footsteps and soon poppers were again put under Drew’s nose and that fat dick was against his ass ring but this time he opened for that big dick and let out a little scream as the dick slowly stretched his cunt. Drew’s whimpers would get louder as the guy started to fuck him with more speed and force. Five minutes later the guys slammed into drew and let out a huge grunt and just kept his dick inside. The other guy rubbed Drews face and throat and coxed Drew into opening his mouth and the guy slide his dick in Drew’s throat and Drew started to suck on the guy as he encouraged him. That’s it boy, suck on that man cock. Open your throat you little whore. Drew hated someone calling anyone a whore but somehow in the moment he was turned on by it. The guy in his ass started to fuck him again and soon Drew was taking it from both ends and neither of the guys lasted long and within minutes the guy in Drew’s mouth shot his load and the guy in his ass followed shortly after and then they both pulled out and left the room. Drew rested but wondered what was next, he still wanted his $500.00 and he knew he deserved it now. His body was tingly still, and he hated that he had let those guys fuck him and cum in him. What the fuck he thought, I am straight, and these guys know it. He then heard the door and he thought for a moment that they would let him go but no, strong hands on his ass and then a fat finger slide in with a shard of T. The guy fingered Drew’s cummy hole and then slide another finger in while Drew was feeling the warm of the Tina, the slide another one up inside Drew and now had three of his fat fingers in Drew which made Drew moan like a bitch. The guy spoke for the first time, good little whore. Open that boy pussy! It felt good Drew had to admit but fuck this is not what he wanted ever in his entire life. Then he heard the guy say, good boy, fuck yourself with my fingers. Drew had his ass pressed back as hard as he could on the guy’s fingers as they slide inside and out. Then the guy pulled them all the way out and before Drew’s hold could close, he slides in the fattest cock. Drew felt so full and tight around that fat dick. Drew lost his breath for a moment. The big guy behind him slow fucked drew for twenty minutes and Drew’s hole loosened the more the drugs took hold, and he soon shot his own load out a his tina dick as it hung off the bench. Neither he nor had anyone else touched his penis. The guy was fucking harder, and Drew’s hole had tightened back up once he shot is load so he was hurting as the guys who his load and instantly withdrew his huge dick and slapped Drew on the ass and said you were well worth the drive. Drew had no idea what that meant but he was just glad it was over and that he had finally cum and drew dozed off for another little nap.

I slept for hours, finally being woken by the amount of light in the bedroom. I soon needed an urgent piss, and as I got up, donned the now rather used leather jockstrap I had left on the floor, and headed for the bedroom door I noticed a real ache in my rear end. Those guys the previous night had really done a number on me. While I urinated, some of the things Gus and Steve said to me the night before went back through my head and I felt a significant churn in my stomach at the prospect of what might await me. If anything I was more nervous about this next stage than I had been about getting pozzed, presumably because they clearly intended to change how I looked and that wasn't going to be something I could just hide from friends and family back home. I stood at the toilet for a while after my flow had finished, before drawing a couple of deep breaths, washing my hands and then heading downstairs. I was only wearing the jockstrap, but assumed there would be no issue with that. Gus and Steve were in the kitchen drinking coffee, and both looked up at me and smiled as I came in. "Morning" said Gus. "You sleep well boy?" "Hi" I replied. "Yes sir." "Good lad" said Steve. "Ready for the day?" asked Gus, giving me a sly smile. "I don't know" I replied. "What will you be...be doing to me Sir?" I continued. "Nothing you don't want" said Steve, giving me a more gentle look than Gus was. "We'll be taking you to a few places, giving you a few options, and then you can decide for yourself." I nodded and looked down at the floor. "What sort of places?" I asked. "Just wait and see" said Gus. "Now" said Steve, getting up and heading across the room, "you can't go out like that, so Aid has dropped these over for you." He handed me a cloth bag, which when I looked inside appeared to have some of my clothes. "He also left this for you" said Steve, turning round and picking up a box off the counter that he also then handed to me. I opened it up to reveal another smaller, flatter box inside, which seemed pretty fancy and heavy. I opened it up, to be confronted with the largest silver chain I had ever laid eyes on. "Wh..." I mumbled, looking up at the two of them. "Don't ask us" said Steve. "He told us it was a gift for you from an admirer." I plonked the box down and lifted the chain out, only then realising just how heavy it was. At least an inch wide, it had to weigh a kilo or more. "Well" said Gus, "you better put it on." I hesitated, and then undid the boxy clasp and put it around my neck and re-secured it. It felt so heavy, but also so good. "Sexy stuff" said Steve, winking at me. "Someone must really have a thing for you." I turned towards the oven to get a bit of a glimpse of my reflection in the glass, and loved what I saw. I had never worn any jewellery, nor even thought about doing so, but I was immediately taken with how this beast of a chain looked on me. Gus had begun rummaging through both boxes the gift had been in, but then turned towards me and shrugged. "No card, no nothing" he said. "But someone you've put out for must really have wanted to see you in this." I stood gazing at my reflection for a bit longer, before I felt a sharp slap on my exposed buttcheeks. "Enough of the self-loving" said Steve as he bounced away from me. "Get some proper clothes on over that jockstrap, then have something to eat. The coffee's hot." About an hour later I had eaten, and was dressed in a pair of cargo shorts and a tight black tank top, whilst the new chain was on full display. We then headed out in their car again, driving a little while to a set of shops on a quiet road in some part of the city I didn't recognise. I still didn't have my mobile phone, so remained in the dark once more about where on earth in Sydney I was, something I was getting used to as I largely just did what the guys told me to. After parking the car we wandered up to a tattoo parlour, which hadn't yet opened so we paused on the pavement outside to have a cigarette. In time the owner appeared on the other side of the door to turn over the Open sign, and then we went in. "G'day Gus, Steve" said the owner, a big bear of a man wearing a muir cap. "What can I do for you today?" "This is the friend we called you about the other day" replied Gus. "He's here to see what you're proposing." "Ah, I thought so" replied the owner, looking me up and down. "Got yourself a bit of a stud this time. Well, let's get to it then." This time, I thought, as we headed through a curtain into a back room. Clearly I wasn't the first to be going on this journey. The owner walked over to an island desk, and pulled out a portfolio from a shelf below it. He opened it up at a certain page, and then turned it around towards me. I slowly walked over to see a series of sketches on a generic man's body of an array of tattoo art, including some designs on the upper arms and lower legs. However, what really caught my attention were the sketches from the front and back, the former showing a large biohazard design on one of the pecs, whilst the back one had a scorpion design below the neck and then fairly large letters on the upper buttocks spelling out CUM DUMP. My eyes must have widened significantly, as both Gus and Steve started laughing. "What do you think, boy?" chuckled Gus. "I..." I mumbled, unable to really form words. Was this really what they wanted to put on me? Could I say no? Did I even want to say no? Why was my dick getting hard? "You don't have to say yes or no now" said Steve. "What Irwin here is going to do is draw on some of this with a marker so you can see how you feel about it for a few days. Then, if you want it, you can get his brother in London to actually ink it in when you get home." I stood there staring at the images, before a wave of calm mixed with euphoria rushed over me. "No" I said. "No?" asked Gus. "No marker" I said quietly. "I want the needle." I'm not sure where this was coming from, but I also knew I was sure about it. Maybe it was a rash decision, but as I stood there looking at the sketches of some generic man, I somehow realised who I was and what I needed to be. I *was* a cumdump. I *was* probably well on my way to being poz. Why not just be that man? "Are you sure?" asked Steve, who looked a little ruffled as I turned to face him. "You don't have to." "No, I want to" I said, then turning to the man whose name I now knew was Irwin. "When can we start?" "Blimey boy, you don't beat around the bush do you?" he replied. "Well, I've got no bookings this morning so we can start right now. But it will take a few sittings to get it all done." "Fine" I said, maintaining eye contact with him. "Let's start on my arse and then work through the rest from there." My sudden and unexpected determination was clearly not something any of them had been prepared for, but things soon moved on and Irwin got me prepped to begin. Gus and Steve hung around for a bit, but decided to head on out to pick up some of the other things they had initially planned just to show me, given I was clearly up for a big change. Getting tattooed hurt, there's no denying it, but I barely flinched or uttered a noise as Irwin began to transform my smooth, tanned, unadulterated skin. By the end of a marathon session he had adorned my behind with its permanent advert to other men, the outline of the scorpion on my upper back was mostly done, and he'd even made a start on my arms. The biohazard would come when I had truly converted. Gus and Steve picked me up later on, and took me to another place in some other suburb. There, while working around my need to not sit down on the new letters stamped on my behind, my ears were pierced and big silver studs put in them, and my nipples got the same treatment. It all hurt like fuckery, but I seemed not to care. From there we went home, and I spent the rest of the afternoon and evening in various positions trying to get comfortable, smoking to deal with my restlessness, and eventually riding their cocks and taking their viral loads in a bid to feel something more pleasurable. By the time I went to bed my head was somehow both numb and super busy. In the space of a couple of days I had gone from being a hot young guy with any future he wanted ahead of him to someone who was permanently marked as a poz cumdump slut both on the outside and, probably soon, the inside as well. How would anyone at home ever understand? Would I even be able to resume any degree of normal life? Would I be rejected by everyone I knew and loved? These thoughts, and the pain in various parts of my body, plagued me for hours until sleep took me and I passed out.

** While this story may sound realistic, I assure the reader that it is fiction. ** As regular readers know, I am a total slut who loves to get a room in a seedy motel and take anonymous loads from strangers. Of course, COVID put a major crimp in that fetish, but I've been able to resume somewhat, having had four encounters since the beginning of May. This is the story of my most recent. To help release some of the pent-up slut energy I've been nursing since March 2020, I decided that rather than just an afternoon, like I normally do, I would take an entire day off and spend it taking random loads. On the appointed day, I headed out of the house but instead of driving to the office, I drove to a cheap motel on the outskirts of town, near the highway. I always find that a motel with easy access from a highway exit helps increase my success. I arrived at the motel a little after 7:30 am, and while the desk clerk gave me an odd look when I asked for a room, he was happy to take my money. Key card secured, I headed for the room. I have used this motel a few times before. While it's convenient to the highway, one of the drawbacks is that it's a chain motel and therefore is 'family oriented' - short for there's no porn on the TV. Porn and poppers are a fun way to spend the time in between visitors. Still, I like it because it's relatively clean, and more importantly, the room doors all open to the outside so no one has to walk through a lobby. For a few days before I had been posting on sites like Doublelist and BBRT announcing that I would be available, so I had a ready group of guys to whom I could send the room number while I prepped. I went into the bathroom and douched. I had not eaten at all the previous day so I would stay nice and clean. Properly prepared, I taped the door latch in the open position, switched off the main light so only a faint glow came from the bathroom, and got on the bed. Laying on my stomach, I perused the apps. I updated Grindr and Sniffies to indicate that I was available, and checked my burner email account. As I had hoped, the pings began, and in short order I had sent the room number to even more men. I figured it was only a matter of time before the first guy walked in, so I grabbed my blindfold and positioned it over my forehead, ready to be pulled down at a moment's notice. I was glad I had - in less than a minute the door opened and in came the first of what I hoped would be many today! I pulled down the blindfold and got up on all fours with my ass pointed at the foot of the bed, but he pushed me back onto my stomach. I hit my brown bottle as I heard him undress, then the click of the lube bottle cap. In no time he was on top of me, his hard cock sliding into me like a heat-seeking missile. I could smell his aftershave and was sure this was someone dumping his load on his way to work. As I felt his cock spasm in my hole, the door opened and someone else walked in. The first guy quickly departed as I felt a set of hands caressing my ass - then another. Two tops! One positioned himself on the bed, directing my mouth to his cock. It was thick but not long, so while at first I had trouble wrapping my mouth around it, I was unable to deep throat him. Still, he tasted clean with just a slight hint of salt. While this was going on, the other pulled me up onto my hands and knees and explored my freshly creamed hole first with his fingers, then his tongue. It was at this point that the door opened again and I heard a voice. "Sorry we're late," he said. "Traffic." "Shhhhhh," the guy working my hole responded. From that point, no one said a word. 'We're late,' the newcomer had said. How many had come in? It took at least two to make 'we'. Could it have been more? It was still early in the day, and already I was on my way to breaking my previous record - a paltry nine loads in four hours. Soon the tongue and fingers were replaced by a cock. He slid into me easily but filled me completely. My walls stretched around him as he began pumping in and out. Soon I heard him gasp as his cock danced in my hole, giving me my second load of the day. The guy in my mouth hopped off the bed and took his place. No one replaced him in my mouth. In less than a minute he grabbed my hips and held still as he pumped load number three into my guts. Spent, he slid out and brought his now-flaccid cock around to my mouth. I greedily sucked the cum and ass juices off. It tasted amazing, sweet and creamy. More pressure on my hole told me one of the new arrivals was about to take his turn. He felt huge as my hole opened up to let him in, but he slid in effortlessly. He began taking long, slow strokes as someone else climbed onto the bed to feed me his cock. Then I felt the bed move again as someone got on it from the other side. There were at least three! In no time, I was alternately sucking the two cocks offered to me while the third continued to slide in and out of my hole. I was in heaven! The brown bottle made regular trips to my nose as I serviced these three men. At last the first one quickened his pace, and I felt him release a gush of cum deep inside me. The other two got off the bed and to my surprise, began alternately slamming their cocks into my well used hole! They took turns, each one slamming home before withdrawing to give the other access. They were both as well-hung as the previous guy, and they were hitting my prostate in such a way that I wasn't sure how long I could take the assault. The precum streamed from my cock as they massaged my prostate over and over. Just when I thought I might have to tap out, one grabbed my hips and power-fucked his load into me. He withdrew and fed me his cock so I could taste the cum on it. I savored it as the third took his place behind me and rammed home. In a few short strokes, he was giving me his load. Like his friend, he too fed me his cock to clean off. I had no idea what time it was, but I had no doubt that an hour had not yet elapsed and here I was with six loads in me already! I felt a little woozy from all the pounding (and the poppers), and shifted forward so I could again lay on my stomach as the three guys went out the door. I needed a short rest and to check my phone before the next guy showed up. "Not so fast," another voice said. Wait, had a fourth top arrived with the other three, or had someone else come in while they were fucking me? I had no idea and anyway, it didn't matter. I was there to service all comers. I resumed my position on my hands and knees, waiting to take yet another cock on my way to breaking my record. "You're gonna feel this," he whispered, and I again felt pressure on my hole. I heard the click of the lube cap and the cool drizzle of the liquid as it oozed down my crack and onto the head of his cock. He was MASSIVE. I had never had a cock this big inside me before, I could tell. I reached back to feel him and felt as though I was grabbing someone's forearm. Was he going to fist me? But no, I felt both his hands on my hips as this gigantic cock penetrated me, stretching my hole and rectum to dimensions they had never been stretched before. It hurt with a burning, searing pain but I was determined to take that cock. I took mighty huffs from my brown bottle, gritted my teeth, and thrust back to meet him. I felt a burning pain as my poor asshole struggled to accommodate such a huge piece of man meat. I kept hitting the brown bottle to loosen myself up. Thankfully he was gentle, easing out and then slowly sliding back in as I got accustomed to his size. Gradually I did loosen up, and he began to go faster. My mind's eye pictured the gape I would have when this stranger was done with me as his pace picked up more and he plowed me relentlessly. At last he let out a low, animal moan as he unleashed his cum deeper than any man before. He pushed me forward and I lay on my stomach on the bed, his giant cock still embedded in my ass. He lay on top of me with his mouth close to my ear. "The last six guys who fucked you," he said, "were all poz. None of us is on meds. Hope you enjoyed it." I froze. My vision went blurry and I was unable to hear anything. I rarely if ever ask a guy's status before he fucks me bareback. I accept the risk that some of the guys who fuck me might be poz, but I had never envisioned this kind of scenario. Six well-hung poz tops using me in quick succession. If the first five hadn't torn me open, the last sure as hell had. Surely it had to take. I was knocked up. By the time I regained my senses, the last guy was out the door and I heard a car - presumably theirs - driving away. I lay there on the bed trying to digest what had happened, and what the implications might be. After a few minutes the door opened, and another top guy walked in. As though on autopilot, I got back up on my hands and knees as he undressed. I felt a finger slide inside me, then two. "Wow," he whispered. "That's some gape." Then his fingers were in my mouth, feeding me the cum out of my ass - the mostly poz cum. Six out of seven guys, that's what, about 85 percent? But I surprised myself. I sucked greedily on his fingers, cleaning off every bit of that cum as he climbed on the bed. His already-hard cock slid into me. He steadied himself with his hands on my shoulders, and proceeded to pump my eighth load of the day into my destroyed hole. He dressed and left without another word. Now that I was past the initial shock, I found myself craving more cocks and more cum inside me. The rest of the day was just that. Men came and went, adding their loads to the poz ones brewing inside me. I didn't know anyone else's status, and I didn't care. I felt free. And of course, no one asked me my status, or if I had a toxic brew inside me before sticking their raw cock in my hole. It was my little secret. By the time I finally got dressed around 5:00 pm, it had been nine hours and I had been fucked by 23 men, a new personal best. I went home, plugged my hole, then showered and took a well-deserved nap.

Chapter 19 Walter just kept yelling to stop that he wasnt a fag. I could easily see he wasn't either. His cock just laid there limp, his face had no sign of joy - he was in pure misery. For some reason the thought of his suffering turned me on so much I started pounding his un-lubed hole even harder. "Alright Walter I'm about to paint that torn up hole of yours with my toxic seed." "No please stop. Just let me out and I wont say anything to anyone. Just let me go." "Too late for that here is cums...." I shot volley after volley into his torn up bleeding hole. After i made sure every drop was out of cock I just started laughing.... "alright guys he's all urs." He continued to resist and say no. I was getting over hearing this and knew I needed to setup the ante. Duke come here and rub ur cock across his lips. I snapped some pics using his phone. Ok now kiss him and let me get some more pics. Walter tried pulling away but he couldn't do much and I got some more pics. "Ok now start cooperating or I will start by sending these too your parents." It literally had no impact and he went on about how he wasn't a faggot and anybody who saw these would know I was being forced. Grrr he wasn't going to be so easy to break after all. Even though he was on his 5th load in his str8 boy hole. I called for some reinforcements. About 30 minutes later in walked Austin with his new rent a family. "Hey guys. This one is a true str8 dude and I can't seem to break him." "Looks like he might be broken already judging by that cum dripping from his ass." "Fuck you guys. I am not fag. Get the fuck away from me. Let me go." "Oh shit. Fiesty little one isn't he. What do you have in mind?" "Well he's not much use to me if he's going to act like this so whatever it takes to break him." They all looked at each other and giggled. They immediately shot him up. They took turns on his ass. He stopped putting up any fight. He just laid there - you could tell he was alive but not present. It was crazy. Then had Felix get to work on him too. By the time they were done he had nipple rings, a PA, both of his ears pierced, and they were working on a scorpion tat by his treasure trail. "What you have here is not a bottom whore but rather a top. He will need a couple more visits from us to get him fully in his place. But since its convenient look at what we taught Austin here." He motioned and Austin immediately mounted Walter and didnt stop until he added his load to the mix. "Now he can have a dual purpose to really have full circle potential." They then left and I stayed there watching more guys use Walter... What was I to do next?

Written along with @swimslut. Both of us will be adding to the story. Chapter 1 - Setup My name is Ryan. I am 21 years old and just finished my second year of college. Now I’m back home for the summer, with my parents and 18 y/o brother Braden. Little bro is cute, with bright blue eyes and shaggy brown hair. We never explored sex together until.... Living in the city during college exposed me to A LOT of new things. I the freedom to hook up with anyone at any time, and had access to all kinds of porn (unrestricted by my parents’ content filter). One of favorite fuckbuds is a 27 y/o short-haul trucker named Marc. He works out of the city where my college is located, and his job brings him to my hometown about twice per month. About a week after I moved back home, Marc told me he was in my area. I invited him over. Braden’s swim practice was scheduled until late and my parents were going to a reception after work. It was a perfect opportunity for a sleazy hookup. I had downloaded LOTS of videos while I was at school, free from my parents’ restrictions. So I stripped naked, put on a sketchy gangbang video, and started stroking my 7-inch dick. I was so focused on the video that I didn’t hear the front door open. Apparently, Braden’s swim practice was interrupted by a power outage and they sent everybody home. I didn’t hear him walk upstairs or watch me jerking off through the open door. I had no idea he was there, until he threw his t-shirt on my bed. The sudden motion startles me out of the corner of my eye. I spun around to see him dropping his pants, leaving only his speedo from swim practice. His entire body is smooth, as is typical for swimmers. A bulge seems to get larger and larger each second. Me – HOLY FUCK bro. How long were you standing there? Braden – Long enough. Me – I was just.... Um….. Braden – Just um what? Me – Dude, you gotta go..... I have a friend coming over, and, uh...... You gotta go. Just Go. Braden – Why? Is this what you do before your friends come over? My gaze is so fixated on his bulge that I don’t notice him smirk back at me. I hesitate. Me – I was just trying to relax. Braden – You relaxing has got me all horned up! Who this friend you have coming over? Do I know him? Me – Don't ask so many questions! ...... Actually..... Fuck it. Bro, take your speedo off and come here. As my slick-shaven little brother walks toward me, I pump a wad of lube into my hand. I grab him by the dick, line up behind him, and begin to stroke him while we watch the porn together. Part of me is jealous because his dick is about 2 inches longer than mine. Braden is raging hard and leaking precum. He’s either really enjoying the gangbang vid, or really enjoying me stroking his cock. Hopefully both. I lube up my other hand, and start prodding at the entrance to his hole. He lets out a soft moan. I insert my index finger, and he opens up much too easily. So I go for two, then three. Me – Seems like the rumors I’ve heard about you are true. You really are the swim team slut. Braden – That’s how I got started, but that’s not the half of it. I bet you haven’t heard about everything. Since Braden is so loose and apparently so experienced, I decide to slide my cock in him. I bend him over slightly and get just past the cockhead when the doorbell rings. Me – Fuck! Marc is here. I slide my dick out, turn around, and put on some loose gym shorts. I didn't bother wasting time for a shirt. With my hardon popping out of my waistband, I order Braden to stay while I get the door. When I open the front door, my hardon is so obvious that Marc immediately laughs. He walks in, takes off his shoes, and we both head up the staircase. Marc – Looks like you're excited to see me *e slaps my dick through the shorts* Me – Yeah, uh..... Just so you know, there's someone else here. My little brother came home early from swim practice. Narc – No problem. So we just gotta be quiet? Me – Uh, no.... Actually, it’s the opposite..... Marc – Huh? Me – I always heard rumors from some guys at our school that my brother Braden is a major cockwhore. I discovered a few minutes ago that it was true. If it’s okay with you, it will be all three of us? Marc – *laughs again* Your own brother, huh? A pair of fags. Me – We can both fuck him, but make sure I am the one who get your load. You know why I want it. Marc – Yeah, no shit. We arrived at the open doorway, take one look at Braden, and step inside.

I go online too a hookup app that I use and went to check my messages I see there is only 1 so I open it and start reading it. He says he is new to the scene and new to the area and was looking for FWB but he was more vanilla than anything else. He is 48 years old 5'10 160lbs average size build likes to give and receive oral and possibly looking to get fucked. He did have an interest on having a guy being tied or strapped with his wrist and ankles to a bed or sling while he gave head. Me being versatile and horny I sent him a reply back saying I was interested,after exchanging a few messages it was clearly going to be me showing up at his place to get head and depending on the connection possibly me fucking him( but I wasn't going to hold my breath) I did agree that if he wanted to tie or strap my wrist and ankles to the bed he could. During our conversations I did ask him if he liked to PnP and he said no. He asked if I did and I said I did but I didn't have to. He asked me why I PnP and how did I do it. I said I PnP because 1 it gets me more hornier and I am more open-minded plus it helps me be more relaxed and I told him I prefer getting right to the point. He asked how much do I point I said normally between a .4-.5. (but I only add enough water to dissolve the crystal) that was the end of the conversation about PnP. We agreed on meeting up the following Friday night. I went home after work grabbed something to eat took a shower and showed up at 7 pm. He opened the door and invited me in he seemed very nervous and I said if you don't feel comfortable we can just go our separate ways and he said no he was fine after some small talk and something to drink he said let's go to the bedroom I went to stand up and got real light headed and dizzy that I had to grab the arm of the chair before I fell, he grabbed a hold of me and said are you ok,still somewhat light headed I said yeah, I guess I stood up to quick but the longer I stayed standing the more I got light headed I made it to the bedroom and as i had my back to the bed trying to figure out why I was feeling like this he turns around and says you sure your ok as he pushes me backwards and I fall on the bed and he jumps on me before I even realize what he is doing and he takes one of my wrist and straps it to this Velcro strap that attached to the bed and grabs my other wrist and does the same thing once my wrist are strapped to the bed he gets off me and I say what the hell you doing he just laughs and says whatever I feel like doing as he starts to take my shoes off and my pants as quick as he was strapping my wrist to the bed he was just as quick with my ankles. Here I am butt ass naked strapped to a bed as he says to me that as soon as the other guys show up the fun will begin then puts a ball gag in my mouth and walks out the door and shuts it. I try to get my thoughts together and start looking around the room and on the bed for anything that I can use to get myself free but all I see is the nightstand so with my fingers I try to open the drawer but the keep slipping whenever I get it open a tiny bit so I try again and I am able to open it enough where I can push it open some more using a couple fingers before it stops opening I lift my head up to see way it stopped opening and my eyes open wide as I look and see the draw is has a bunch of new needles and a bag filled with T and a couple other things then in the corner I see this see this big glass tube and some clear liquid in it. I realize why I felt lightness and dizzy he had spiked my juice with the G he had. Now I know I have to try and figure out away to get myself out of the straps and out of the house when I hear the doorbell ring and a few voices. Then I hear someone say so everything going as planned. The only voice I recognize I hear him say oh yeah it went just as planned he drank the juice without tasting the G he is actually in the bedroom tied to the bed and naked and just to make sure he couldn't yell I put a ball gag in his mouth then I heard them laughing. Then I hear one guy say this is getting easier to trick a guy over thinking that your somewhat inexperienced and get them to come over. The voice I can recognize I hear him say well it was your idea to trick these guys. What this our 2nd or 3rd time doing this then he says I just hope that we don't get caught. The other voice says listen if he goes to the cops they will not find a trace of anything happened here. The house is on the market no one lives here and we always make sure we clean up so don't worry about it. Let's go see our new victim and get him ready so we can use him. Then he says the other guys will be showing up in a little bit and according to the replies I got from the ad I put out there this one is probably the most guys we have had yet. The 1st voices oh really and the 2nd voice says yeah I was actually shocked by all the replies they all that he was good looking and guess who is making a special appearances, he said Sal and Keith. The 1st voice says no way really and then it sounded like he was concerned as I hear him say to the other guy are you sure that's a good idea after what they did the 1st time and the 2nd voice said I couldn't say no to them they would have came no matter what. I just hope the guy in there can handle them. The 1st says well I don't want to be in the same room with them as they use this guy I am very experienced and I can't even handle half of their cocks they are way to big and thick for me. I hear the door open and in walks 3 guys plus the guy who had tricked. And when one of the guy starts to speak I recognize the voice who was doing all the talking before as he approaches the bed and walks over to the nightstand and pulls out the bag of T and a needle and looks at the guy who tricked me and says how much? He says he does a .4-.5 but only adds enough water to dissolve the crystal. The other guy says ok so a .65 will be perfect I lay there struggling and once the point is set he grabs my arm and says don't move you don't want me to miss do you as he sticks me and pulls the needle out and I start coughing and feel that the warm rushing feeling kick in and all I hear is let's the fun begin. Part 2 coming soon

Lots of different sex themed nights at Paddles in Chelsea. From Bear party to Blow Buddies. 250 W 26th Street, basement level (between 7th and 8th Avenues). Look for the gray door propped open. There’s also SpermBank parties in Brooklyn

It sucks. I’m sure Chatturbate and others are next. All in the guise of stopping human trafficking but the reality is it will all move somewhere else. You can still drive Harry Hines and see the working girls (and boys) out doing their thing. Onlyfans by and large gave a platform for everyday folks to make a little extra money to chase their dreams or feed their habits and who was hurt? Are some of the people forced to do it? I’m sure. But again, they’ll now be forced out in the streets and bars to make that money and that’s WAY riskier to them. So who’s really getting hurt here?

I think the lack of replies to your question speaks volumes and tells you all you need to know about the New York sex scene as far as a visitor is concerned. I used to live in New York, many years ago now- but I still have friends there and visit regularly (or at least did, pre-COVID). While I’m sure there is a very vibrant sex scene if you are ‘in the know’, it’s very hard to break into if you are a visitor. Sex clubs and bathhouses as we know them in Europe or other US cities are virtually non-existent, presumably a hangover from the post-AIDS crackdown on such venues. Of course, there are always the apps, but a lot of the time guys can’t host because they can’t afford to live alone, and with the ongoing spread of keycard access and COVID protocols, even doing the hotel cumdump thing seems to be becoming increasingly difficult. New Yorkers have always had a problem with what they call the “Bridge and Tunnel” crowd (ie: anyone who doesn’t live on the island of Manhattan), and seem to prefer to play amongst themselves- something I have always thought a bit strange, as a steady stream of tourists always brings a welcome flow of fresh meat to the sex venues of Europe (in normal times, at least). I would seriously think twice about a sexcation in New York, particularly if you are planning to use up precious paid vacation days. Perhaps consider spending them somewhere else in the Northeast? Last time I was there, I gave myself a few extra days, and hopped on a train to Montreal where I had a fantastic time.

I love knowing I have a man cunt. Love the feeling of my soft puffy lips. If anyone wants to assist in its development then please contact me!

of course the older you get the more you see it as now it is affecting you. I am in my 60's and went to the bookstore last night ( was somewhat spun ) and saw a guy who really can play with my ass and it gets me going. We left the door open - I was naked when he was fisting me. During the time a number of people looked in and as usual a number looked shocked- where did they think they were- but over the night 4 guys came in and they closed the door( always a good sign) when they pulled their pants down I repositioned my self so they could get to my hole with no problem and 3 of them fucked me bare leaving their cum inside of me. The last guy was somewhat different- he came in and was looing at the porn playing and played with himself, he asked if he could change the channel and I said sure. He put on straight porn and then I was pissed with myself. Well he kept playing with himself and I finally said if you want to leave any cum in my ass to be used for lube when fisting, I said fine. That opened up the floodgates opened. He fucked me and fucked me and came at least 3 times- he would fuck hard and I encouraged him to do so. He also took off all his clothes. it was so good- if he could have raped my ass, I think he would have done so. We must have go at it for 45 minutes. When we stopped he said I was the first person he ever fucked ( hard to believe) and he wished he had not waited for so log. He had always wanted to do so and see if fe liked it. From how sore my ass was today, he did enjoy it.

Been enjoying a new regular gray beard guy who loves my gum jobs. He's on the thick side. Not quite a beer can but damned close, and almost 8". He told me he never came so fast or easily from a blow job as when I do it. I think he's probably married, but he stops over 3 times or so a week for past 2 weeks. Hoping he doesn't get tired of nutting down my throat.

One solution is for you to try getting more into topping, having profiles that say "you are a top" and that describe what kind of bottom you are looking to fuck and breed. I can guarantee you will get replies from guys you like. Ageing affects the chances of sex hook-ups, that's for sure. When I was in my early 20's it was easy to get someone to fuck me. On a week long holiday in NYC when I got to the YMCA my neighbor across the hall had been taking loads for a while. While I organized my stuff in the room I heard sex noises coming form that room across the hall and made me very horny. When I heard the guy leave, I came into the room and started playing with the hole from across the hall, sucked out some of the cum, and got the 45 yr-old guy so horny that he just fucked me and quickly bred my hole. I went to my room and left the door open and a few minutes later the guy takes a shower and leave the Y. With his load in my hole I now wanted more... Now, I know I wouldn't do as well as I did then. But I have some tricks up my sleeve, like using in the saunas some glow-in-the-dark signs with slutty language. Many guys have told me they came into my room because of the signs. I have another trick that is also a fetish of mine.

For people's information, intermittent or "2-1-1" PrEP has been recommended in France for years, following the successful IPERGAY trial, and it also appears in the pending update to the US CDC PrEP guidelines. Data do not bear out worries about drug resistance. The components of Truvada and Descovy (more PrEP products are coming, including injectables that last a month or two; see the draft CDC guidelines) are also recommended as part of first-line HIV treatment regimens. Were resistance common, this would not be so. Safety assessment/testing is part of the CDC guidelines. For example, for the small number of PrEP patients who encounter kidney problems when taking Truvada or Descovy, periodic testing will detect the problem. Although PrEP does not protect against STIs other than HIV, CDC guidelines require medical professionals to provide quarterly STI testing to at-risk PrEP patients, including men who have sex with men. Often, this is a condition for refilling a 90-day PrEP prescription. Given that many sexual infections are asymptomatic in men, frequent and routine (i.e., from a medical provider with whom you have an ongoing relationship, so you'll get your results and be able to return for treatment if necessary) STI testing makes PrEP users safer than non-PrEP users, who tend to test infrequently and rely on unfamiliar clinics (many clinic visitors never return for treatment). STIs in PrEP patients will be detected and treated quickly. Most of all, it's important to discuss PrEP with, and receive comprehensive PrEP care from, a medical professional. (Depending on state practice guidelines, this need not be a doctor; in California, for example, PharmD's and other non-doctors can prescribe PrEP.) Intake testing; regular safety, HIV and STI testing; and support for adherence all matter. It's more than filling a prescription!

It’s the one thing that puts me off going to Berlin. To make all that effort and spend all that money, only to be turned away from the club you’ve been so looking forward to visit… Although the London club scene is much smaller, one thing I love about it is that there is no overt ageism when it comes to club/bar entry policy. You see all ages and all types enjoying themselves, and this creates a welcoming environment for everybody. It also gives hope to younger guys that there isn’t a cut off later in life: you can continue to indulge your fantasies for as long as you feel able.

My older brother was one of the best tops I ever had, and he arranged some of the best 3-ways and gang bangs of my life, so I can relate to your story

Just sucked a nice load out of a married cubby hairy guy with thick uncut cock in a department store. He fucked my face and then pulled out almost all the way but shot his tasty load with his cock in my mouth which I gulped down immediately. Now I want more

Chapter 2 “So how many poor guys have you ghosted on grindr Daddy?” Leon interrogated. “Umm I dunno. Too many I guess. Look I’m really not sure about this.” My mouth dry as I was hit with reality. “Don’t this is just between us. Plus you clearly needed it. You had my cock in your mouth less than five minutes after you got home. Clearly you’re a born cocksucker.” Leon said cockily. “Plus you’re going to make it up to all those guys you ghosted with me.” Leon pulled out his Alpha cock and started jerking it. Fuck what if someone saw. Fuck what if they knew me. “Tell me Daddy what do you think of my cock?” Leon asked. “Honestly. It’s one of the most beautiful cocks I’ve ever seen. And I’ve watched a lot of porn.” I admitted. “What’s beautiful about it Daddy?” Leon pushed. “Well. Umm. It’s so perfectly proportioned. Perfect thickness for its length. They way the head pokes out from your foreskin is so enticing. As the taste. Fuck I missed that taste.” I gushed. Fuck where was this coming from. I was usually so restrained with my secret. “Fuck you really are a cock hungry slut aren’t you Daddy?” Leon chuckled. “Yes” I replied sheepishly. “Yes what? Daddy” a commanding tone in his voice. “Yes Sir” I said with a bit more confidence as we stopped at the lights. “Good Daddy. Now suck it” he ordered. “What?” I said terrified. “Suck my cock while we’re stopped” he commanded. I don’t know why I obliged but a leaned over and took his cock into my mouth again. Fuck I really had needed this. I didn’t even mind the gear stick digging into my chest I just needed his cock. His cock had swelled to full size. It seemed even bigger than back at the house. Fuck he wasn’t even fully hard back at the house. He was even tougher this time pushing me down onto his cock and starting to thrust into my mouth. “Remember no teeth and you better not spew anything up this time Daddy. I don’t want you making a mess.” He said as he thrust hard into my throat. I started to gag as his cock slipped to the back of my throat and further. He held me down and I started gag and choke. I tried to push off but he held me down until I started to spew up as the gagging got too much. “So disappointing Daddy. Clean that up you filthy slut.” He shouted. My eyes watering I licked up the slick spitty vomit off hia cock. As acrid as it was I was hungry to please him. I started licking up and down his shaft and took the head into my mouth before taking his cock further into my mouth again. I was startled from the trance of his intoxicating cock by the sound of a horn blasting behind us. A keep pulled out from behind us and stopped at my window. A burly looking man saw me with my mouth full of cock. “Faggots” he screamed before speeding off. “You going to have to get used to being called that Daddy” Leon laughed “now yoj better start driving again. I think you’ve had enough cock for now.” I felt humiliated. I felt ashamed. But my little cock couldn’t have been harder. We pulled up at Leon’s house. A rundown looking share house not far from the uni. As we got out Leon came around to my side of the car and pushed me against the door. “You liked that Daddy didn’t you? Being caught? Being called a faggot.” Leon asked never breaking eye contact. “No it was so-“ Leon cut me off “Don’t lie to me. You’re a Daddy faggot” he said grabbing my hard little cock through my pants. “Your little faggot cock got hard from sucking me off for all the world to see. You clearly wanted to keep sucking even after being caught and called a faggot.” He groped my little cock hard. “What’s really pathetic is even hard you’re not even as big as me soft.” He laughed “imagine being smaller at 34 than some barely 19 effeminate twink” At that moment Leon pulled me in and kissed me deeply. His tongue invading my mouth. I’d sucked cock in highschool but had never kissed a man. It was more passionate than any kiss I’d had with my wife. I started to kiss him back and explored his mouth with my tongue. I started to moan and grabbed his ass. I’d not even noticed how big it was. The definition of bubble butt. “Slow down Daddy. I know you’re a public slut but let’s take this inside.” Leon said pushing me off him. “But first open wide.” I opened my mouth to ask why and Leon hocked a spit from the back of his throat and spat it right into my mouth. Without even thinking I swallowed it and said thank you Sir. “Come on Daddy faggot our night is just beginning” Leon said with mean grin.

Hi guys, please share your most humiliating sexual experience on here, anyone else get a kick out of humiliation? I have a few, but the one that stands out to me was from around 2005, I was dating a guy who had very little sexual desire so I would find myself looking else where. I also on the quiet used to flirt with a bar man in a gay bar and we had a few sex meets when the bar closed up for the night. The bar man slept around and made no secret of the fact he loved sex and with as many men as he could, and that to me was a big aphrodisiac. Especially when I would rim him and could taste other mens cum in his loose hole. I questioned him once how he had worked a 10 hour bar shift but had fresh cum in him, he said his boss used him when ever he got the urge. I really did not like his boss, he was a unattractive, cocky bloke in his late 50s, who sweated a lot and in my opinion the biggest loose mouthed gossip in the bar. Cut to two months later, I had broken it off my the guy I was dating and I had the horn so I took myself to the only gay sauna in the city. It was around 12 noon and I expected one or two people would be in, especially the older guys who I liked to play with. I showered, did the rounds of the rooms, watched some porn and then took myself off into the steam room. The steam room had been on all night so it was extremely hot and some very dark corners. I passed the time relaxing and watched dark figures moving about and hearing the sexual groans. I joined in, tasted some old men cocks as I love to do and sat on a random cock, and after about 20 minutes it was too hot I had to get out of there and hit the shower. Now I am not the most bless guy in the penis department and you can guarantee I am usually one of the smallest when flaccid in any showers or nudist beach. When I walked into the showers there was three older guys all having a play and my pecker stood to attention. I figured what the hell so got on my knees and took each in my mouth in turn and I was so engrossed in tasting older dick that I did not see other guys had stopped to watch. I felt a soapy finger enter my hole and work me well, and after I had felt a hand grip my head I swallowed old man cum....quickly replaced by the second one..by this time I could feel someone knelt behind me and a rubbered cock head enter me. I did not look back, I just carried on sucking old man cock. By this time I had lost track of who had come into the showers and I was sucking any cock put into my mouth...This time I noticed a big belly kept pressing against my forehead as my head bobbed up and down on the chubby pecker...I looked up and there was the bar owner looking down at me and giving me the dirtiest grin...I tried to pull away but he gripped my head hard, all the time sneering down at me. I felt so humiliated and embarrassed that my dick shrunk to the size of a cashew nut and I was on fully display to all. I tried to get up but it was no use and a few guys who were stood back watching walked up and shot their load over my face. Then I heard the bar owner grunt and a small amount of cum shot into my mouth. Hoping he would pull out and walk away he just kept hold of my head for a few minutes until he was fully deflated. By this time the shower room had emptied out and it was just me and him, and he stepped back leaving me on my knees and just smirked and said "I can't wait to tell everyone" and pressed the shower head to clean himself off. I did not go back to the bar for another week and when I was in there I had random guys coming up to me asking how I enjoyed the sauna. I was mortified and had no more meets with the barman.

This is a continuation of BROOKLYN SERIES. Here is Link to that page in this section. ------- BROOKLYN SERIES: Surprise ParTy Man was I fuckin’ horny. That all too familiar itch was starting and I could not wait for the upcoming holiday weekend! I hadn't parTied in awhile. I like to space it out so it doesn't get too regular. And the crash and burn can wear me out so this way works for me. Plus nothing makes playing more exciting than anticipation. I took an extra day off at the beginning of the next week to allow some chill time after a weekend of some assplay that I was hoping would happen. A few FF buddies were interested in getting together but nothing was completely locked and confirmed. Seems like everyone I hoped to get with was just too fucking busy! It was early Saturday afternoon and I was online flirting with some men in Brooklyn. Manhattan was out of the question; I wasn't planning any travel time tonight and preferred to host. Guys were hitting on me though from different boroughs. I kept my profiles active on a few sites, waiting to see what would develop. And as horny as I was, hooking up in NYC is also about transit logistics. I wanted to keep it local tonight if any connections could occur. Meanwhile I got myself prepared. I cleaned out thoroughly and after about an hour, my hole was ready and itchy for action. I put on my black and red jock and then slipped into my leather boots. I sure looked fucking hot in this minimal gear! I went back online to see what was developing. A few guys sent me short notes or one-word inquiries that really wasn't picking my interest. I sent a few emails to some FF tops I was interested in. I gave my cell phone number to those I was serious to hook up with. I set up the portable sling in the bedroom. That took awhile (it sure isn't easy to do alone!). Thank god for WD-40! I also recently got a rim chair. A buddy in LA I hooked up with while there for work a few months back re-introduced me to the joys of rimchairs. I got one soon after that has legs with adjustable height so you can be more creative with it. I rigged it up at the tallest setting and sat on it and looked at my reflection at the large mirror leaning on the opposite wall. FUCK! The reflection sure looked hot! I leaned back a little and sank my ass deeper on the rimseat. I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, pushing my asslips out slightly. I could see the slight quiver of motion in the mirror. My manhole was hungry! HOT! I was startled to hear my cell phone ringing. YEAH! I thought to myself. Someone took the bait! I jumped off the rimchair and found my iPhone. The caller ID read "Moving Company." HUH? I was a bit confused and picked up the call. "Hello," I answered, I couldn’t conceal a faint hint of disappointment in my voice. I thought it would be some hot FF Dad from online calling, not some wrong number or worse, a junk call. "Hello," the voice responded. It was thick and heavy with an accent. "Is this apartment #66?" "Yes," I replied. I was now confused: I didn’t leave my apartment number on any online flirting notes! WHO-THE-FUCK-WAS-THIS?!? "Hello. This is Ivan. I moved you into that apartment several months ago." He sounded like he was almost snarling. WTF!!! My manhole twitched. "Oh, uhhh...Hi Ivan. WOW! This is a surprise to hear from you!" I exclaimed. "Wha...what are you up to?" This was very unexpected. He was the last person I thought would be calling. I hadn’t seen him since the day I moved. "Well..." Ivan paused for a second. "I about to get off work and it long weekend coming up. I have days off so I thought, see what you up to?" FUCK! I was hard through my jock just listening to his broken English. "So how are you? How you like that apartment?" He was making awkward small talk. "Uhm...yeah I'm good…I’m good. Thank you," I replied, enthusiastically. I looked at my reflection in the mirror, my hole was twitching under the rimseat. "The apartment is great. I love it. Love the neighorhood! I'm so glad I finally got the hell out of the city and moved to Brooklyn!" "What you doing?" He asked suddenly, the thick voice hung over the line. "Well, actually, nothing. Just…sitting around. Just hanging out tonight.” I bit my lip. “No plans.” "Would you like company." Ivan seemed to state that last line. He wasn't asking. He paused a few seconds before I could reply. "I free soon. I come over. Want to do some sTuff." He said that last word with a heavy, thick emphasis. My jock was getting a wet spot with my pre-cum just hearing his voice over the phone. "YEAH!" I almost yelled back, dizzy with excitement, trying to contain myself. "OK," the heavy accent continued. "I come over in next hour." I was about to give him my address when he interrupted. “I know where you live,” Ivan declared. “I bring surprise." And then he abruptly hung up. _________ The next hour seemed like an eternity. I was HUNGRY! I replayed the scene in my head, over and over, when Ivan and his crew moved me into the apartment several months ago; how an apartment move turned into this seduction and introduction: to mancunt and sTuff. I was rubbing my crotch, edging myself, sitting on the rimchair, teasing my mancunt with a lubed finger or two, admiring my reflection in the mirror as I waited for his arrival. The anticipation was building and building… My buzzer rang. I jumped out of the bedroom and ran to the intercom. I looked in the small security video monitor and saw Ivan leaning against the glass entry door to my building. I buzzed him in quickly and walked to my apartment front door and unlocked it and waited. After a minute I heard the elevator door slide open and shut outside in the hallway. A moment later he walked in, the bulky frame, the barrel chest, the broad shoulders, thick arms and legs, and that impressive bulge which looked larger than my memory had painted in my horny head. I was so in lust for him! He looked solid and masculine after a hard day's work. He was wearing a moving company jumpsuit uniform that was different than the last time we met. It fit him tight on the thighs and gut. But MAN! Did he look FUCKING HOT!!! "Hello. It is Ivan," he announced, holding the door behind him, the weight of the words hanging in the air. "And I bring surprise for you," the door swung open further and a second man walked in. The stranger smiled at me. "This is Roberto," Ivan introduced us. WHOA! HOLY SHIT! I was caught off guard. When I had buzzed Ivan in earlier I hadn't realized someone was with him. Roberto walked quickly into the apartment, shut the door and locked it behind him. He was taller than Ivan - about 6'2", muscular, but not as bulky and hefty as Ivan. He was slightly darker in tone, more like my complexion of a light medium tan. His face was square-jawed, the contour framed by a light buzzed black beard. His hair was as dark with short, wavy, curls. Like Ivan, he was not standard handsome. He had hard and yet soft features. His lips especially looked full and enlarged in a sexy way. He was in his late 30’s in age from my guess. His arms and legs were also thick and he wore the same jumpsuit uniform as Ivan. And there was an impressive bulge hanging to the left side of his crotch. I smiled back at him. "He work for me," Ivan continued as Roberto stepped forward, his hand extended to greet me. I took his hand and he held mine tight and firm. I do love a man that knows how to shake hands! I find it so erotic especially because I am always sizing up a man’s hands due to my love for assplay. Shaking hands with a masculine man is a great way for me to measure up a guy. You can tell so much by how long and tight a man extends himself in a handshake: his confidence, his masculinity, his sexual energy, and his attraction towards me. His hands were of medium size, a little smaller than Ivan's. His fingers though looked exceptionally long. My dick got harder under my jock. "I am Roberto. It is very nice to meet you," he smiled, looking me up and down, assessing me visually in the same way I had measured him a moment ago when our hands touched. I then realized I was only wearing my jock and boots and blushed for a second as I had only expected Ivan. "Likewise," I replied, returning the smile back at him. "Come on in," I moved to the side as Roberto entered my apartment. Ivan followed, grinning at me and I smirked at him silently - like WTF – and yet, I was excited at the same time! Like THANK YOU!!' "This is nice apartment you have," Roberto stated, walking around, checking out the space. I realized he also had an accent that I couldn't distinguish quite yet; it was Latin for sure. "Yes, it is very nice," Roberto continued, looking at me now, up and down, smiling at me. Flattery gets you everywhere. My dick twitched again. I wasn't blushing this time. Ivan walked behind me and grabbed my ass suddenly with those rough hands. He spread my cheeks and teased my hole with a finger, just lightly brushing the edge of my asslips. I moaned. "I been thinking about your mancunt for long time," Ivan pronounced. "I have few jobs nearby here last few months and when I drive by your street I get hard. I just never have time to see you," his finger went deeper in my hole, exploring, "until today." The finger twitched inside as I rolled my head to the side. Roberto walked towards us and leaned over, gazing at Ivan's actions. "This is mancunt I told you about," Ivan said, almost with a hint of pride, staring at Roberto, like I was his possession. I loved how he did that: showing me off like I was his cunt bitch! Roberto stepped forward again, now behind me and I felt a second finger brush against my asslips which was still slightly moist from cleaning out and what little lube I had from teasing myself earlier on the rimchair while I had been waiting. "Wow," Roberto whispered. He brushed his finger gently over my hole again, rubbing it back and forth. I instinctively leaned forward a bit, pushing my ass back as he felt me up. "This feels better than pussy!" he smiled at Ivan. “And he is so sexy and masculine,” Roberto continued. I now realized he was Brazilian, the way his accent was softened at the edges. Both men's fingers explored my hole. They laughed and I moaned some more. "Let's start the parTy," Ivan announced. I leaned back straight as both men pulled away from me. I turned around as Ivan started undressing, pulling off his heavy work boots and unzipping his jumpsuit uniform. That familiar big chest with salt and pepper hair exposed itself. Man did that look GOOD! Roberto moved over to my couch, sat down and proceeded to take off his boots also. At this point Ivan was almost undressed, exposing that beautiful, insane bulge under the thick jock he wore. Roberto was not far behind and also pulled off his jumpsuit and threw it on the floor. He too was wearing only a jock with an equally impressive bulge underneath it. He had a lean, tight, slight muscular build. His chest and torso were lightly covered in short, wavy dark hair. His legs, like his arms, were very muscular and defined. He looked very sexy. Roberto spread his legs and started massaging his crotch. His jock bulge started to get bigger, the cloth stretching as he squeezed and released. Ivan walked beside me and sat on the couch also. He looked over at Roberto and smiled and then grabbed his own crotch. Of course Ivan's bulge was impressive. He clearly was bigger and thicker. But Roberto was not exactly unimpressive. It looked like a snake was moving around under his jock. Both men leaned back on the couch, pulling on their dicks through their jocks, never taking them out, getting all hot and turned on. I was still standing by the hall just mesmerized by the sight of these two hot movers in my apartment! I too was grabbing my hard dick through my jock and with one finger from my other hand, started playing with my manhole. "Go get your parTy kit," Ivan commanded. Roberto smiled at Ivan. Clearly there was some plan between the two of them. You did not have to tell me twice. I went into the bedroom and found my toiletry travel bag of supplies. I walked back into the living room and found both hot men talking, laughing and each of them squeezing those impressive mounds still captured under their jocks. I sat across from them on a chair, settling my ass as close to the edge of the front of the chair, legs spread, trying to show as much of my manhole as I could. I unzipped the bag and pulled out the contents : a torch, contact lens case that had my grounded Tina, and a straw clipped to about 2" in length with one edge cut at an angle. And then I found a small bottle of liquid that I forgot I had. I held it up. "Do you guys want a drink?" I looked at them. Ivan was slightly puzzled. Roberto was smiling. I waved the small bottle in front of them. "Yes," Roberto replied for both of them. "We have had a long, hard day," he grinned. "We would really like a drink." He winked at me, flirting. I asked if they had any liquor earlier and Roberto confirmed that they hadn't. Ivan was still puzzled as I got up and went to the kitchen. I got some glasses, retrieved a bottle from the fridge, and poured some juice into the three glasses. Then I carefully measured some of the liquid from the small bottle and stirred them in each glass. Both men were now standing beside me, Roberto was lightly fingering my hole as Ivan looked at what I was doing. "This is G," I explained. "It will make us all a little more hornier. It will add to the parTy." Roberto grabbed a glass with his free hand. Ivan followed, as did I. We then cheered and drank our shots, that bitter taste just barely concealed by the sweet juice. Roberto continued to play with my hole. "This is so much better than pussy," he said again. Ivan leaned forward and grabbed me and gave me a deep kiss. It was a gentle kiss at first : lips touching lips that led to a thick, fat tongue entering my mouth. And then harder and more aggressive, Ivan biting my lower lip, as his tongue danced wildly inside my mouth. Roberto continued to caress my hole with his finger, running it up and down, slowly against my hole, his fingertip slightly entering my mancunt just a bit, teasing my now very excited hole. We did this for several minutes as both hot men invaded me in their own way. Ivan was kissing me like some mad man and Roberto was gently teasing my manhole. They were both playing me like some instrument, warming me up for what was to come. I could feel the G now S L O W L Y creeping in, that familiar slight haze was setting in. Ivan broke free from my lips suddenly and motioned to Roberto in some silent code. I looked over at Roberto who walked back over to the living room. Ivan grabbed my hand and led me to the couch and motioned for me to sit near Roberto on my left. Ivan sat beside me on my right. I smiled and Roberto smiled back in a familiar knowing manner. Ivan looked at us both, one eye pinched, like trying to figure out what was going on. Then he just smiled, both eyes wide open. The G was hitting him now also. The parTy was starting. Ivan grabbed me and pushed my head back suddenly to the back of the couch as I leaned sitting back. He pulled on my legs and extended them so my lower body was stretched with my asscheeks over the edge of the seat. I spread my legs further. Roberto unscrewed the lens cap and dug out some Tina with the straw and filled the glass pipe with a generous amount of that magic dust. He grabbed the torch and cooked up the bowl carefully, turning it side to side for a few seconds, melting the crystal in the heated glass bowl until the magical smoke started to collect. He clearly knew what he was doing. Roberto took a slow and big measured inhales of the smoke, getting more and more of it into his lungs. Then he passed the glass pipe to Ivan who repeated the process. While Ivan cooked his hit, Roberto leaned back and started kissing me passionately. I knew where this was going. He looked at me with a strong gaze and nodded silently to me. We stopped our tongue dancing for a moment but he didn’t pull away from me. He looked at me again and made a gesture with his eyes into mine and exhaled that big breath of smoke he had been holding in his lungs which I then took with a BIGGER inhale. I was hungry for that smoke! His tongue then resumed with mine, kissing me even more, tongues slurping over each other, as he started to finger me again-no more teasing now-as that finger inched into my very hungry mancunt. I could hear Ivan taking several inhales of the Tina smoke as I let my exhale enter Roberto's mouth, giving the smoke back to him. Roberto pulled away from my mouth and smiled and exhaled that smoke that we had just shotgunned between each other. Before I could catch my next breath, Ivan leaned back towards me and kissed me harder. His kiss was rougher, like his body, his demeanor. His tongue was thicker and invaded my mouth wildly. And then Ivan gave me the same silent gaze and nod. I got ready, stopped any tongue movement, as he exhaled an even B I G G E R breath of that magical smoke into my lungs that I gladly accepted. I kissed him back even rougher as Roberto lit up another hit for himself as I exhaled that big breath back to Ivan who greedily accepted it, and then returned it back to me one more time. He pulled away and looked at me seriously. "Hold it in as long as you can,"Ivan directed. I did as I was told for almost a minute. And then I couldn't anymore as I felt Roberto pull in and out of my manhole slowly. I exhaled a huge cloud of the smoke that floated above us three, our eyes all glazed with lust and hunger. "Your turn," Ivan nodded. Roberto lit the glass pipe again holding it to my mouth. I let the Tina cook slowly, wanting as much of the smoke to accumulate in the bowl. I took slow, slow inhales, grabbing more smoke from the pipe until there was barely a mist of it. My head was floating as I kept the smoke in my lungs as long as I could. Roberto leaned forward and I gave in, releasing the smoke, as he inhaled my exhale, as his tongue washed the inside of my mouth gently. He continued to finger me in the same manner, light and sensual, as I spread my legs further apart. He returned the smoke back to my lungs as I moaned in the double-hole-pleasure between my mouth and my manhole. He pulled away from me suddenly as Ivan's lips were now at my mouth waiting for my exhale that I gladly provided. Ivan's finger now joined Roberto's and his invasion-like his tongue-was rougher and more firm. Ivan took my breath and kissed me hard again, that thick tongue going crazy in my mouth. And then after some moment, he exhaled the magic smoke back to me, kissed me hard again and pulled away. Both men watched me - their eyes burning with intensity as their fingers flicked inside my hole. I exhaled a LARGE cloud above us. I rolled my head side to side, looking fondly at Roberto and then at Ivan. The G was taking us on that special ride. Ivan looked at my hole, while both men’s fingers were probing me. Then he smiled at Roberto. “I told you this mancunt special.” Ivan looked at my hole again, almost proud, like I was his discovery. “Yeah,” Roberto replied, “that is definitely a manpussy.” I love how he said that: the “ssss” sound extended slightly longer in annunciation with a soft, sensual curve, in contrast to how Ivan calls it a mancunt with emphasis on the consonants. Roberto’s fingers inched in deeper besides Ivan’s fingers, also still in my hole. “I have had real pussy," Roberto explained, "and this feels fucking better than pussy.” He smiled and winked at me again. “When Ivan told me weeks ago about your manpussy I could not believe him. And he said you are very masculine but have this magical manpussy. I didn’t understand.” Fingers danced inside my hole as my breathing became more rapid. “And then he told me about how you introduced him to parTying and how your manpussy got more hungry…I knew I had to meet you.” “Oh y e a h …my mancunt does get very hungry,” I looked at Ivan, moaning, almost whispering, that hunger building between my legs. “When I told him about your mancunt,” Ivan explained, “I could tell he would be good surprise for you as I see he got hardon listening to my story.” Ivan reached over and squeezed Roberto’s jock pouch. Roberto pulled his head back slightly, surprised by Ivan's motions, and moaned. “Yeah he VERY HARD for your mancunt,” Ivan proclaimed, squeezing harder, and laughing “He like your mancunt.” The G was in full effect along with the heavy amount of our first bowl we smoked earlier. All of us were clearly FLYING, horny as hell, the air around us seemed to heat up. Roberto grabbed Ivan’s jock pouch with his free hand and squeezed also. Both men now were holding each other’s big cocks hidden under their jocks, their other hands exploring my hole which was getting more loose with their stretching and finger-fucking my juicy manhole. I grabbed both hot men towards me as we all three kissed at the same time. I would dance with Ivan's tongue, then do the same with Roberto. And then it was even hotter to feel both their tongues with each other inside my mouth as both men continued to finger me. Ivan pulled his hand away from Roberto’s crotch and grabbed the back of my neck forcing my mouth to lock in tighter with him. Roberto followed and did the same. The three of us were being primal and sharing in our masculine, sexual energy. We were all moaning, kissing with force, then slow and passionate, and then forceful again, saliva dripping down our faces. Roberto pulled away suddenly. “Let me look at that manpussy,” he licked his lips. He said that in a way that sounded so sordid. I spread my legs further apart. Ivan continued to kiss me hard and deep, pulling me forward with the hand behind my neck, gripping me hard, our mouths locked. I moaned as I heard Roberto slip down from the couch. Both men’s fingers left my manhole for the first time in an hour. Ivan now grabbed me with both hands and was kissing me deep and hard. I felt that shocking emptiness in my hole, that longing to be filled immediately. It was almost punishing. But it lasted a mere moment that was alarming after all the pleasure that had preceded it. “Wow,” Roberto exclaimed. I felt his fingers – more this time – spreading my hole, pulling it carefully apart, spreading it, making it bigger. “Holy shit,” he said. “Your hole is so beautiful. The asslips are so soft and look BIGGER than earlier!” Ivan was still kissing me and I could barely hear Roberto but whatever he was saying in that soft accent, and that soft fingering, was only turning me on further. Roberto continue to probe my hole carefully. He was taking his time. He had never experienced this before; it was all new and foreign to him. I could feel him brush against the left side of my asslips, the flat part of his fingers passing through, lightly, teasing my hole. Then he would do the same with his right hand on the right side of my asslips, again, soft, gentle, teasing. Meanwhile Ivan was grabbing my head forcefully, devouring my mouth with his big lips, his fat tongue grinding against mine as I moaned with the contrasting invasions of both holes from both men. My head was spinning. I pushed them both away suddenly. Ivan was taken aback, like in a trance and he suddenly was jolted in reality. Roberto pulled away from between my legs but never lost his attentive gaze to my manpussy. I looked at them hungrily. "Let's move this into the bedroom," I said slowly. Ivan smiled at that as he breathed rapidly, like a hungry animal on the prowl. Roberto grabbed the parTy items. Ivan jumped off the couch then pulled me up, making sure I was balanced and steady. He then led me into the bedroom holding my right hand with his, while his left hand continued to finger my hole as we walked. F U C K. That feels SO FUCKING GOOD when a Top can't stop playing with my hole! My cock was hard despite all the T we had just smoked. I just get so turned on when a Top gives my hole attention. We entered the bedroom. Both men were surprised to see the equipment all spread out. Roberto had a big grin on his face. My bed was covered in a black vinyl playsheet, fisting porn playing on the flat screen, mirrors placed around the room. The sling was ready as was the rimchair. Ivan looked the most stunned as he had only been in the same room several months ago when it was empty, mostly boxes spread around then. Now the room was ready for a parTy. Ivan was staring at the rimchair. Then he looked at me, fingers still playing inside my manhole. “You bad boy.” (To be continued…)

My name is Marc and this is the story of how I was “Turned into a Poz Slut”. Let me start off by telling you that I am 19, had just finished my first year of community college. I am 5'10”, 130 pounds, brown hair and eyes. I have a runner’s build mainly due to cross country running in high school and now community college. The most important fact to know is that at the time of this story, I was still a virgin. It all began innocent enough. As usual Rick (my best bud and a decent looking guy) and I were playing video games for a while, kicking back and having a few beers. Rick was 5'6”, about my weight. Out of no where Rick asked me if I wanted to check out some of his new pornos he just gotten a couple days ago. Of course I was game. What teenage guy would say no? He pulled a box off a high shelf in his closet. As we started flipping through them, I was amazed. These weren't the Playboys I had seen before. They were hardcore fuck books. They were full of slutty women, sucking and being fucked by guys with huge, hard cocks. I was boned in seconds. I found myself rubbing my bone through my shorts without even thinking about it. "Fuck dude I've got a boner from hell!" I said. "Yeah, me too. I got to jerk this one off or my cock is going to explode. You going for it too?" He stood up and dropped his shorts. This was the first time I had seen a guy in the flesh with a boner. I knew mine was a good size but his looked bigger. I followed suit and pushed my shorts down too. "Not a bad sized cock but I think I have you beat" he said to me. They looked pretty close to the same length to me, but his was differently fatter, a real pussy splitter. "You ever measure your's?" I shook my head no. He went over to his desk and grabbed a wooden ruler saying "Stand up, dude." With his left hand he pulled my dick down straight, so it was sticking straight out. Fuck I almost shot my load right there. This was the first time someone else touched my dick. He laid the ruler on top of my shaft and measured from the base of my cock to the head. I came in at 7-1/2 inches. Rick then laid the ruler on his cock he was over 8 inches. That out of the way, we went back to spanking our cocks and flipping through the mag's. "Rick, check this out." It was a series of photos of some guy held a chick by her head and burying his huge dick in her face. "Fuck dude I hope I can find a chick that can swallow my pole like that." "Yeah, but it's hard to find any chick that even put it in her mouth" Rick said knowingly, to which I responded "Rick, have you had any chick suck you yet?" "Not yet. But if you promise not to tell anyone I will show you something real cool." "Sure." With that he laid cross ways on the bed, threw his feet over his head and walked them down the wall. My mouth fell open as about half of his cock slid into his mouth. Flexing his knees he was giving himself a blowjob. He did this for a few minutes then straightened back out. "You want to see if you can do it?" "Fuck yeah." I got up on the bed and did every thing like he did but my cock was still six inches from my face. He tried helping for a bit by pushing down on my ass. I had to give up after a bit because my back was starting to hurt. Fuck was I let down. I just fell short of getting my first blowjob, even if it was from myself. I knew I wasn't going to get to see what it was like to do myself right away. Don't ask me why, but I had to see what it was like. "Rick let me try it on you." "NO way dude that's gay!" "You just did it." "Yeah, but it was my own cock." Guess I had him there. He stepped up to me on the bed, with his cock inches from my face. I reached out with my right hand and grabbed his shaft and pulled it out straight. I leaned forward and slid it into my mouth. As I started bobbing up and down his shaft, he hissed "Watch your teeth, dude." I sucked it for a few minutes when he pulled out of my mouth. "I can't do this. Let's just wack`em off." That's as far as my first time went. A bit after we had finished cleaning the puddles of cum off our bellies, I asked Rick if he would let me try it again another time. He wasn't game, but he told me how last summer, he and two of his friends went camping down at the lake. Rick told me that they all caught good buzzes from some weed and beer that they had. They called it a night and all climbed in the tent and crashed. During the night Rick had to take a piss. He noticed both his buds were not in their sleeping bag. After pissing he could hear something was happening behind some bushes. When he peeked through the bushes he about died. Both buds were going at it, one was sucking the other's dick. Rick just left and went back to his bag. Rick mentioned, that if I wanted he could mention me to one of his friend, but Rick didn't want to hear about anything if it did happen to work out. I was still curious so I told him to go ahead. That was the last we talked about it. It actually went long enough that I forgot the whole conversation about his friend. Late that summer I was at a party at Rick's. It was winding down. The beer was almost gone and I was out of weed. I was saying later to everyone this guy named Steve asked me if I could give him a lift home. Steve was a year younger than I, about 6'1", which is about an inch taller then am I. He had spiked brown hair and out-weighed me by 50 pounds. He'd burn one with me when we got there. That was the magic phrase. I told him, "Cool." He lived about five miles out of town. When we got to his apartment we went back to his bedroom. He propped a pillow up on the wall, on his bed and started rolling one. I got the wooden chair. I remember his shit was good. Man did I have a mean buzz going and I was starting to feel very horny. Then totally out of the blue he asks,“You getting horny?” Totally caught off guard, "What?" “Bro, it's not that hard to tell when you're throwing wood.” Sure enough my shorts were tenting. Then Steve asked," You want to suck my cock?' I gave Steve a funny look then he added, “Rick told me you might be interested in sucking some dick?" Now I knew he must be one of the guys Rick had told me about on the camping trip. "Are you serious?" "Does this look serious to you?" He says pulling his shorts down tight to his obvious boner. " I could really go for a blow job right now." "Dude, I don't know." "You already had Rick's cock in your mouth so it's not like you can say you’re not a cocksucker. I don't care who's swinging on my meat as long as it feels good. If you don't want it to get around town you've sucked dick, I think you'll suck mine off." I was totally in shock with his comment. He could see the defeat in my face. "Cool." He says raising his butt off the bed pushes his shorts down, and then kicks them off. "Get over here and start sucking." I kind of went into automatic, I knelt next to the bed, reached out with my right hand and lifted his hard cock off his stomach. The head already had a drop of precum oozing out the slit. I licked it. It had no real flavor but the slickness coated my tongue. I took it into my mouth and start bobbing up and down the shaft. After a minute he tells me to push my tongue tighter up against his shaft. "Oh, yeah, Dude. You're making it feel good. Look at all the ooze you got pumping out of my piss slit. Give my head a good licking." I swirled my tongue all over the head, his precum coating the inside of my mouth and tongue. "It also feels when you lick my balls." With that he bent his knees out and pushes his balls to my lips. The musk off his sack filled my nose. Not bad, just different. I worked his balls for a bit, then Steve told to get back to sucking his cock. With that he poked his cock back into my mouth. I must have been doing it right. He started running his fingers through my hair and telling, "Oh yeah, you're making it feel good man! Suck on that pole." He started jabbing his cock in my mouth, occasionally gagging me when he hit my throat. His words turned to grunts as he pumped my mouth. His fingers tighten a bit more on my head and he started chanting "Fuck, yeah, fuck yeah, FUCK YEAH!" He held my head in place and with a final thrust his cock started pulsing and his cum fired into my mouth. He grunted with every pulse of his dick and his hips bucked a bit. A minute after his cock stopped pumping his juice he fell back on the bed. I swallowed his cum without a thought. It had a strong, sweet banana flavor to it. "If that was your first time you did great." I look down. His cock is still hard and shiny with my spit and some of his cum slime. "I'm beat, but if you want to smoke another one, go ahead and roll it.” As I'm rolling it, Steve asks if I was cool with what we just did. I told him it was kind of cool, thinking of the compliment he gave me on how well I did. I fired up the joint and we got baked again. As we smoked it I noticed his dick never went soft. "Dude you're still hard." "Yeah, it never goes down after the first shot. It usually takes two to five wads before it goes down. I was thinking after we finish this you'd go for another round." "Guess I don't have much choice." He smiled and took another hit. We no more than finished the joint when he looked at me and said "It's time to eat some more dick. Crawl up here between my legs and get busy with it." As I worked his pole into the back part my mouth Steve ran his hands through my hair, and occasionally would grab my head to work my face up and down his pole at the speed he wanted. After about a half an hour he pulled me off his cock and got off the bed. "Dude, let's try something else. Strip and stretch out on the bed." I was a little shocked, thinking maybe we were going to get each other off. I lay back on the bed on my back. "No, Dude. I want you on your belly. I'm going to cornhole you." I gave him a puzzled look, not knowing what he was talking about. "I'm going to butt fuck you. Roll over." I rolled over on my belly and watched as he went over to his dresser and got a bottle of lotion. He squirted a bit onto his fingertips. He rubbed them into my ass crack and pushed a finger into my ass a few times. I had fingered myself a few times before when jacking off. That much was ok. Then he squirted more into his hand and worked it up and down his fuck pole saying "Dude this is going to feel so good." He went behind me and moved my legs apart enough to climb between them. I felt him crawl on the bed, his ankles over my calves. "Put your arms down along your sides." Steve laid his body over mine. His chest felt nice against my back. His left arm was tight to mine and I felt him reach between us with his right to aim his cock into my ass crack. Once he had it lined up with my pucker his arm returned to my side. I felt as though he totally owned me. "Okay, Dude. You ready? Just relax." With that his arms tighten to my sides and he thrust his full pole straight in my ass. I was surprised how easily Steve's dick slid into my ass. I then realized that my ass was twitching and was glad that Steve was fucking me. I thought to myslef “Wow I must be gay!” As I lay there he slowly started to rock his hips just a bit. He felt my hole relaxing more and he moaned in my ear. "MMMM Fuck your hole feels SOOO good! Just relax now." With that he raised up on his elbows and began sliding his cock out and back into my ass nice and slow. It felt so good to me I couldn't help but moan. I could feel my hole pull out as his cock slid out, then push back in me with his in stroke. "Oh yeah, man you've got one hot ass here" he said as he started pumping harder. His balls started bouncing off mine. After a while he sat back and pulled out. I felt a bit empty without his cock in me. Damn I needed his cock back in me, so when he told me to roll over on my back, I wasted no time getting into position. This was the first time I noticed my cock was hard as hell. "It's feeling good for you too huh?" He reached down and stroked my cock. This much almost brought me off. I moaned as he released my dick. Steve placed my ankles on his shoulders. He trailed a couple stings of spit on to my pucker and rubbed it around with his cock head. The hot sponginess was feeling good now. With the head wedged in my crack, he leaned down over, kind of in a push up position, folding me in half, slid all the way in and started long fucking me, pulling almost out, then slamming his hips into my ass. Steve made sure his belly kept contact with my balls and my cock. In no time I felt my balls draw up and I started one of the strongest orgasms of my life. "Squeeze that ass" he said as he plowed me through my ball dump. "FUCK YEAH, that was great." Then he went into rabbit fuck speed fucking me hard. "Oh, Dude, I'm close. I'm going to cum in your ass.” Then Steve grunted and I felt his dick spasm in my ass. Without any break Steve flipped us over so he was on his back and I was sitting on his cock. He looked me dead in the eye and ordered me to “Start fucking yourself silly on my pole.” I then began to rock back and forth and slide up and down on his dick. While I was fucking myself on his dick I swear I thought I heard someone else in the apartment. It wasn't until I felt a hand on my back that I knew for sure that we were not alone. I looked over my shoulder to see Rick naked, climbing on the bed, his hard cock pointing towards my already invaded hole. Then it hit me: the two guys fucking on the camping trip were Steve and Rick. I had been set up! Rick looked me in the eye and said “You're a fucking slut dude!” With that he buried his pole in my ass right next to Steve's. I was surprised that it slid in so easily. Rick and Steve began to bump and buck against me as they pumped their cocks into me. From behind I could hear Rick breathing heavily as he slammed harder and harder into me. Steve just held still as Rick reached the point where he shot his seed deep in my hole. I was moaning and now begging to be fucked, saying to the studs fucking me “I can't understand why I become so horny from smoking weed.” Steve and Rick smirked and laughed and Steve said “The weed we smoked was laced with Tina.” I was shocked, yet turned on even more. I continued to beg for them to pound my hole. They wasted no time each depositing another load in my hungry and well-used ass. As they pulled out of me I commented “I feel very empty I need to be fucked more.” They both said “We'd love to keep filling you with our dirty seed.” First Rick would fuck me and cum in my ass then Steve took his place and again filled me up. I took at least 5 loads from each guy. When they finished filling my ass we lit another joint as they looked down at me, and said, “Hope you like out little gift?” “You mean showing me how great it is to get fucked?” “No, our gift is the poz cum we filled you with.” I was right that they were the two who fucked on the camping trip, what I didn't know was that Steve got Rick stoned and high on Tina laced joints and fucked him full of poz cum. Now I was Rick's addition to their group. As I toked on the joint I didn't care what they did to me, all I wanted was more cocks and cum in my ass!

I wouldn't worry much at all. For starters, sex work has been around since the beginnings of recorded history. It always finds a way. Secondly, OF is not the only site of its type out there. There's JustForFans, for one, which I believe is owned and operated by sex workers FOR sex workers. There's one called 4my.fans, which I don't know a lot about, but which may (or may not) be more oriented toward full-time sex workers. I'm not saying it's a good thing this is happening - just that efforts to ban sex work always, inevitably, fail. Site note: I remember reading several years ago about a scientist who taught capuchin monkeys the rudiments of money, using small silver disks with a center hole as "currency". They were given a small number of these disks on a regular basis, which they could exchange for a treat, like a grape. The monkeys independently learned to budget (not turning in all their tokens at once, so they'd have more for treats later); they learned that if the "price" of something went down, they should "buy" more while it was cheap, and buy less when the price went up; and so forth. Then, completely independently, some of the female monkeys started resisting sexual advances from the males unless the males forked over one of the tokens first. Apparently at some level, once primates (these, at least) figured out the concept of buying things, sex becomes one of the first things to hit the market.

Extra special sauce please!

That's been my opinion the entire time! Its not my fault you don't like breeding my ass anymore!

I’m sticking with my fantasy instead.

I always find that an interesting strategy. BF brings up the subject of opening the relationship. If you say no, you’re pretty much setting yourself up to be cheated on. It’s best to acknowledge that he wants something more, possibly something freaky you aren’t in to, so if you’re still in to each other, it’s usually best to go along and you do the same. Don’t sit home pining for what was, because that will never be again. Go out and get your cakes worked over as well.

I’ve been told I have a sex addiction and would agree that I do. But I don’t hold any stigma with the word ‘addiction.’ Sex is my favorite thing and I refuse to apologize for it. There’s nothing inherently wrong with having ‘lots of sex’ if you genuinely enjoy it and have made a priority in your life. Surely, it can cause problems if you neglect personal responsibilities because of it. But besides that, I believe it’s a wonderful thing to enjoy what our bodies are biologically designed to desire.

Waiting on a chair. Fucking autocorrect.

I used to visit berlin in the days when I was a lot bigger, and I think it massively depends on the places where you go. I always study the schedules and have a Plan A and a Plan B just in case. I've never seen or heard of on the door discrimination at Laboratory for their usual parties, although Snaxx has a reputation for stricter door policy we've never had a problem - but I hear the door guy dislikes tourist twinks. Like most places, be prepared than once inside you will be pretty much invisible to most guys if you're not conforming to the ideal type. Biohazardmen at Connection was similar - easy to get in, but tough going in the cruising spots. I (and others) have been turned away from entry to Jaxx (too old when I was 43). The guy on the door of New Action who is the owner of New Action and Slut Club in Hamberg begrudgingly let us in, but was *exceptionally* rude to us. He told my friend he should pay triple entrance fee because of his size. Actually I remember a barman at Slut Club coming on to the same bear-ish friend, only to ask him in the darkroom "I don't want to do anything, I just wanted to know, how do you even have sex if when you look down you can never see your penis?" On the positive side, some of the smaller less commercial clubs and venues are *far* more welcoming... to name a few: Scheune, Bull Bar, Ajpnia, Woof, Quaelgeist, Bose Buben... We've always avoided the tourist seasons of BLF and Folsom as the city is saturated with ultra competitive bottom guys, and I think a lot of the locals are put off by that. Much better to plan a more relaxed trip during normal times and experience Berlin with real Berliners.

I am sad that people even have to ask this question or wonder what is appropriate or acceptable. In my experience it is hard to enable or encourage someone who is on the fence like this. I can only compare this type of "wonder-ment" to being Alice on the other side of the looking glass. It has it's pro's and con's. STIs are still real but guys will often will put up with one to enjoy the pleasure of the other. Where do you fall on that spectrum?

It’s certainly crossed my mind to be castrated. Though I haven’t actively pursued it, I wouldn’t mind it either I have no desire to procreate whatsoever. I also have no need for any extra testosterone. I never use my cock and it’s pretty small as I stay in chastity. It would look nice having a tiny ‘cock’ and no balls, I think. Definitely symbolic of my faggot nature. I don’t know if I’d do it alone though. Haha. I would need serious convincing and corruption to go through with it, but surely a possibility.

I just spent several days in SF and had several hookups with sex that ranged from good to some of the hottest fuck sessions of my life. I live in CT and play in NYC. San Francisco boys can be hot, slutty sex pigs.

The author writes in Part 2 of his conversion/nicest story: “I ducked down and glanced a peek towards the living area. What I saw was the craziest shit I had ever seen. Sam was lying on his back on the couch. He was butt naked, wearing a leather harness, a thick collar around his neck and just boots. His legs were raised up in a V, with his ass partially hanging off the couch and a cock pumping in and out of his hole, much to Sam’s clear pleasure and approval. The cock pumping in him was my dad’s who was dressed for the occasion. Wearing a leather harness and pants, he looked like the catalogue model for a BDSM magazine. He was grunting in pleasure as he hammered his cock in and out of Sam, both in the throes of great pleasure. “Yeah you love daddy dick don’t ya boy,” dad grunted between thrusts. “Yes sir, I love your cock in my pussy” Sam groaned, his fingers caressing my dad’s body.” Now THAT is just one motherfucking hot part of this story. Keep going Akoor.

A bit of a different chapter but all part of Daddy fag’s journey. Don’t be afraid to comment your thoughts x Chapter 5 I pulled up outside my house. It had been 90 minutes since I messaged my wife that I was on my way home. Fuck. Thankfully she has her own car cause I left a wet cum stain on the driver’s seat. My night of indiscretion and liberation leaking out of my ass. I quietly opened the door half expecting my wife to be waiting in the living room, but the coast was clear. I snuck past the Master bedroom and could hear her quietly snoring and made my way to the family bathroom, no way was I risking the ensuite. I ran the shower nice and hot as I peeled away my pants, clinging to my ass from the cum. I leaned over slightly back towards the mirror and spread my ass cheeks. My hole looked red and puffy, a clear sign of tonight’s relentless fucking. I gently touched my hole and it stung, pushing my fingers in slightly. They were immediately coated in the pinky cummy slime. I couldn’t help myself. I scooped as much as I could and brought my fingers to my lips. I couldn’t get enough of the taste of my destroyed ass. I jumped in the shower and soaped myself up to wash away tonight’s evidence. As I began to wash my newly broken-in ass I couldn’t help but remember how powerful Leon’s cock felt invading me. Who knew this unassuming twink could be so dominant and so intoxicating. As my fingers rubbed against my sore hole my tiny prick jumped to attention, fuck hadn’t he cum enough tonight. I had to feel it again, my little cock was demanding it. I started by slipping my index finger in and I was surprised just how easily my hole gave way. Quickly I had three fingers in my ass rubbing and stretching my hole. It hurt and stung, but in a good way, it was almost comforting. As much as I tried I couldn’t reach my prostate. My fingers just weren’t long enough. I noticed a bottle of conditioner in the soap caddy, it was a bit shorter than Leon’s cock and less girthy. I grabbed it and squirted some conditioner into my hand. I lubed up the bottle and steadied myself against the shower wall. The tip of the bottle slid in fairly easy but getting the rest in wasn’t as easy. Whereas a hard cock has some movement to it, this bottle was completely straight and was staying that way. I remembered what Leon said about relaxing like I was going to the toilet. Fuck it, I’m the shower what’s a bit of mess. I relaxed and as I did the bottle started to slip in. After a few minutes there were a couple of inches left to go and I could feel the top of the bottle gently pressing against my prostate. My little dick twitched as I hit my prostate. God that felt good. My ass stung as the bottle sat there, but the pleasure outweighed the pain. I found if I tapped the bottom of the bottle it would gently press back and forth against my prostate, sending my little cock wild. As I tapped away fervently memories of my evening came flooding back. The way Leon called me Daddy Faggot, how is thick twink cock felt fucking my ass mercilessly, how hard I got when he said he was poz and realising I might get infected. Fuck did my little cock just get harder thinking about that, no I can’t want that. My negative thoughts vanished as I recalled the way Jack choked me out and called me Leon’s sloppy seconds. I couldn’t jerk my cock as I had to steady myself with one hand and tap the bottle with the other. But I didn’t need to. I could feel my little prick swelling and getting close just from the bottle in my ass. I remembered how good Leon’s cock felt inside me, pushing back and forth past my prostate and how good his hot toxic load felt exploding into my ass. I remembered how passionately he kissed me as we flopped down on the bed together. How good it felt to kiss another man, it felt nothing like the way I kissed my wife, I felt alive. With that last thought and realisation my little cock spasmed and I felt weak at the knees. It felt like an orgasm but nothing came out. Waves of pleasure passed through my body as I continued to tap and prolong the feeling. It was the most intense orgasm I’d ever had but clearly I was spent from tonight’s events. After I calmed down from my shower cum I slowly pulled the bottle out of my ass. I felt empty again and my ass stung as the steam from the shower filled my hole. A stream of pink cum flowed after the bottle was removed, I once again scooped some out and devoured it. I guess I was a cum hungry fag. A cum hungry Daddy faggot. I smiled. I finished cleaning out my ass and washed the bottle the best I could. After toweling off and admiring my wrecked hole again I stuffed my cummy pants and underwear into a plastic bag. I hid it in my study before creeping into bed. --- When I woke up late the next morning my wife grilled me on where I had been. I lied as best I could and made some bullshit excuse of cops pulling up next to my car as I was trying to come home. I’m not sure she bought it but I’m sure she has no idea as to what actually happened that night. I lay in bed replaying the night’s events in my head. Not one but two cocks filling my once virgin ass. I slowly jerked my prick but it felt nowhere near as good as when my prostate was being smashed by Alpha cocks. In then hit me that I had taken not one but two poz loads in my ass. What had come over me, it was only a matter of time before the truth would come out. I started googling HIV symptoms. If I was infected I should expect a short flu in a few weeks. I started preparing my story in my head to explain it all away. *ding ding* A message popped up from a number I didn’t recognise. Leon: Thanks again for last night Daddy fag. How’s your ass feeling this morning. Oh and thanks for the gift xx It was Leon. Gift? What did he mean? *ding ding* A picture message came through of Leon with my wedding ring on a chain around his neck making a kissy face and winking. Fuck it must have fell out of my pocket as I put my pants back on. I messaged him back straight away. Me: Please I need that back. My wife would kill me. Leon: Well you know where to find it Daddy faggot xx It seemed I’d be seeing Leon again much sooner than I had imagined.

I still want to make my first trip there. I keep hearing how things have changed but maybe it's just the idea that I finally made it.

Wink from a guy msged I asked what he was into. Response ensuring my sub/btm leaves completely satisfied. I said hadn’t been fucked for a very long time him no worries. I was well cleaned out wore jock cring shorts T shirt. Arrived Fri’ 8pm greeted by this older guy 3” taller than me. Well built wearing shorts Lthr vest had large nipple rings gave me a hug offered a drink we sat chatting then his hand slowly stroked my leg up to my crutch down again just once. V masculine what did I not like said brown, blood pain but a glowing butt Great up4most else. He smiled stood pulled me up pressed me to him hands down my shorts grabbed my butt cheeks. He kissed me his tongue back of my throat my cock was getting hard. His fingers caressed my mancunt up and down my crack. His cock felt hard and thick pressing against my crutch my cock now throbbing screaming to be out of the jock. Next within seconds he had my T & shorts off I removed sneakers I’m over his shoulder butt slapped hard in a playroom thrown on a leather bed. I get more butt slaps turned over I’m rock hard he grabs my jock rips it in half my cock jumps out his mouth devours it. Then am flipped over constantly pings the jock straps against my butt cheeks whilst slapping them. His heavy full salivary tongue goes down my manhole its in so deep he sure knows how to work it. Hmmm your hole is really pink and tight you enjoying this Boy? YES YES SIR. I am writhing with pleasure. He flips me over his shorts drop reveals an 8” thick hard cut cock its cut head has large gleaming Prince Albert it slides over my tongue deep into my throat am relishing sucking it. He demands it be well sucked/lubed for fucking hell out of me. I eagerly obey picks me up carries me to a fuck bench spread eagles me over it. I’m watching in the mirrored wall as he slides his cock up and down between my cheeks teasing it I feel the head of his massive shaft kiss up against my tight hole. Slowly he opens my moist manhole his cut PA’d head feels amazing he enters it slow in and out then increases speed my prostrate in ecstasy. You want that boy YES SIR he then goes for it saying my hole is sweet and tight my mancunt grips his dick my butt cheeks are bouncing next am in a sling feet in stirrups butt overhanging it. I can see us in ceiling mirror. I suck him deep with heavy saliva my tongue working that cock you want me to load my seed in you boy don’t you? YES YES SIR next he’s in rhythmic pounding my mancunt I respond by swinging the sling my butt working his cock caused me to shoot a load. He scoops it up lubes his cock rams it back in plowing me with long hard strokes said he was going to bang his load into my cunt he really worked my hole his balls slapping against my butt “I’m gonna cum Boy” “Sir breed me breed me” with that I felt him ejaculating bouncing my hole his huge jizz load shoots up my hole he pulls it out I’m dripping cum. Next he eats me out his tongue full kisses me it tastes great we both swallow. We cleaned up dressed sitting with drinks. He got up be a minute returned with a DVD disc btwn his fingers said from video cameras I saw in ceiling about 1/2 hr later watched it am getting hard. He bred me three times that evening I stayed the w/e. Gave me DVD for my use only. Hope he wants me again.

Four days since redeeming my mare’s ticket for last Friday’s event. I passed through the screen I took the week before and refrained from hooking up leading up to the event, so feel good that I knew my state on arrival. A little over a week from today I will get another lab test done to see what I can report back here afterwards. This event was smaller than past markets. The nature of the venue made it practical to attempt to take a head count twice just before the hoods went on. I could easily be off by one or two in either direction, but counted 25 both times. Couldn’t tell you much of anything about how many stallions were there that night, for reasons that should be no surprise. The stable hands were amazing as always! I had to be moved from the first spot I’d picked when the event started because it was too light and had tipped up on two legs several times the first time I was mounted. The event had just started, so there were very limited options for being moved to a safer place, but the volunteer who moved me out of necessity that first time must have kept an eye out for that ti change because he came back only a short time later and offered to move me to a sturdier bench similar to the one I’d picked out but couldn’t stay with. He didn’t have to do that, and I hadn’t even thought to ask. That outcome required both empathy to predict an unspoken need and a genuine desire to help make everyone’s night go as well as it could in order to have acted on what his intuition registered. I am grateful so many of those who are chosen to serve as stable hands have those qualities and bring them so willingly to the task! I also want to thank the stallions’ for being the men they were as well. I’m aware that the event organizers had included a request that the stallion’s make a point of being gentle with the mares and do their part to help them keep their stamina for the duration. I make it a point to warm up before arriving, so I noticed a difference in how gentle the first several men who approached me were that tells me this request was heard and respected without complaint. Someone once observed here that the stallions tend to sample earlier in the evening and wait until much later before cumming. That trend did not change, but each stallion who gave me some time on their cock during the early half of that evening seemed to be spending more time with each visit than what I recall. Perhaps that had more to do with there being fewer mares overall, but whatever the motivation, I appreciated the extra time! I was particularly fortunate to have encountered the first stallion who made contact with me that nigh. Before attempting to fuck me, he took a grip around my cock like he was checking its weight, ran his hand down my back like he was assessing how smooth my skin was, and tapped his finger against my ass as if he needed to check whether or it I had applied any lubrication yet (of course I had!). Once he’d done his cursory physical inspection he whispered to inform me that I’d passed his inspection on, offered his prediction that I had the right qualities to be quite popular that night. He told me I wasn’t going to get his load this early, but reassured me he’d come find me when he was ready, then lined the head of his cock up and gave me several slow deep thrusts before pulling out and walking away without saying another word. His feedback was complimentary and kind, and more importantly delivered it in a way that appealed to personality traits that find obedience erotic and seek pleasure from being rewarded verbally for obedient behavior. I had already been in a good mood for what was i imagined the night had in store, but that stallion’s approach pushed me head first across an intangible boundary between my mundane every day sense of self and the market’s sense of rhythm and ritual. I couldn’t have asked for a better way to start the evening. Nor could I have asked for much better of a way to end it. Two of the last three stallions that fucked me that night had been there long enough that they no longer felt compelled to hold back. Not only that, but they also both growled a clear message that they were about to come, just enough warning for me use whatever body language I had at my disposal. The first time I was over the same bench I’d been moved to well over an hour ago and responded by willing my hole to relax and crawling a half pace back in his direction so he could get as deep as he cared to. I could feel the base of his cock spasm barely an instant later when he made one last inward thrust and let his weight keep his hilted balls deep until he had recovered enough to pull out, step back, and exchange mutual gratitude for what had just happened. I was offered a place in a sling they had just become vacant, and was perfectly happy to accept. The event didn’t last much longer, but there was enough time for another stallion to do much the same thing. But with the the sling being shaped the way it is, i was almost sure he was going to take me right over the edge with him. Between the stallion that had just finished before him and the ride he’d given me at the sling ideal angle, I knew my body well enough to know that all I needed to do to get off was to pull my legs back and spread them further apart. He gave me just the perfect amount of warning that he was about to come that I was able to get off right alongside him. I felt every bit of the gratitude I offered for giving me his load and being such a hot top. I’ll report back when I’ve gotten my after market test results, but my past experience with this community has been remarkably good. I’m optimistic, but also being sensible. Which means tonight I am also writing both to reinforce my commitment to getting tested to come full circle next week and also because it’s one way of channeling the frustration that comes with opting out of trying to hook up for another week until that’s done. And I suppose... If someone reading this happens to recognize their side of it in my account, I can’t say I’d be upset to hear from them as a result... Heh.... Good night everyone!

Yesterday I hooked up with a guy from Fabguys, he asked if I wanted it bare and I said yes, not sure why as I don’t usually take raw cock. I called to his place and he had his cock in my hole within a min and shot his load in me about a min later. I hadn’t cum and was so horny after being bred that I went on Grindr and met another guy that evening who fucked me raw and deposited another load. I would have taken more loads had I got the chance, had an insatiable need for cum. This morning I felt a dribble down my leg and realized I hadn’t pushed the cum out, when I opened my hole there was a shit load of cum in me, created a lovely big cum puddle

The Poz Ranch Chapter Seven Thud! Thud! Thud! echoed in my cell. I jumped up, put my hood on and dropped to my knees, hands clasped behind my back before the door clicked and opened. “Look who’s submitting to us” someone said. “He knows his place,” responded another man, “He will never submit to undesirables like us” “We submit to him” asked the first man. “Most likely you illiterate fuck” I felt the two men grab my arms, one on each side, lifting me up and leading me out of the door. We walked down the hall. It was deathly silent. We turned and went down a set of stairs, going down another level underground. We soon stopped at a door and someone knocked. “Enter” said a voice from inside. The door clicked and opened and we entered. “Restrain him on X-Cross and leave my presence” I was quickly restrained in a figure X on a wooden frame. My hood was still on. My wrists and ankles were in a cuff and locked tight. Suddenly, a hand was on the plug deep in my hole. Without warning it was pulled from my hole, stretching it as it pulled out then my hole quickly closed. I let out a little scream. “Pain is a form of pleasure” the man said. I felt multiple straps slap my back, not hard but enough to know that I was hit. I wasn’t sure but I think it was a Cat o’ nine tails being used on me. “What is pain?” “Pleasure” I responded. Another hit across my back, this time a little harder than the first. “What is it you desire” “Nothing” I replied. Another hit of the Cat o’nine tails. “What is it you give” “Pleasure to men, a hole to fuck, a hole to deposit seed” “Is that what you desire” Two hits across the back, building in pain, building in heat of my red skin. “I desire seed Sir” “Seed?” Two more hits on my back, the sting was growing in pain. “Poz seed” I quickly replied. Just one smack this time, but a bit harder. I felt hands on my ankles, releasing me from the cuffs. Then my hands were dropped down, still cuffed on the X-Cross. I had to bend slightly pushing out my ass away from the cross. Suddenly, my ass was slapped with the Cat o’ nine tails. Hard. I jumped and let out a little yelp. It was still and silent for just a moment, then two more slaps across my ass cheeks. This time I yelped, but didn’t jump. “You have learned your place quickly” “Yes Sir” Three smacks on my ass cheeks. I could feel them heating up. The man changed his position and smacked my back three times. He then switched back and slapped my ass three times. I could hear the movement of the Cat o’ nine tails in the air. He continued to use the Cat o’ nine tails on my back and ass cheeks. I felt them heating up more and more as the leather straps made contact with my skin. My eyes filled with tears, which slowly ran down my cheeks. “Pain is pleasure” I said over and over, just enough for him to hear. “Pain is pleasure” he repeated. The hits of the Cat o’ nine tails came faster and harder. My back was burning more than my ass cheeks. I focused on turning this pain into pleasure. Over and over the air swished with the movement of the leather straps, I lost count of how many times it met my skin. “Pain is pleasure” he said. I felt him behind me, rubbing his cock on my red ass cheeks. I could feel the salty pre-fuck juice on my raw skin, causing it to sting more. HIs cock head moved into my crack and without warning pushed against my hole. The head popped inside, causing me to lift up onto the tips of my toes. He used his hand, flat on my lower back to push me back down. He pushed harder and slowly slid into my hole, inch by dry inch of his shaft. Pulling on my sore pucker as it resisted to his invading cock. I moaned from the pain shooting from my hole and bit my lower lip. He continued pushing into my hole, sliding deeper and deeper. My pucker was heating up with the each inch running against it. He rammed the final couple of dry inches of his cock deep into my hole, pressing his body against mine. I breathed deeply, relaxing my hurting pucker. He pulled out some then pushed back in. He did this over and over as I focused on relaxing my hole. Each time he pulled out a little more, then pushed in harder. He did this until his cock head was pulling on my pucker from just inside. He drove his call balls deep in one thrust. My hole was loosening with each thrust of his cock. The pain was soon becoming pleasure. I could feel his cock getting wetter while fucking me. His balls swung as he trusted in and out. I squeezed my hole around his cock, milking it with each thrust. I focused my mind on his pleasure not mine. My pleasure was not something I desired. I desired to please him, give him pleasure to I can receive his poz load. I heard him grunt and moan as his hard thick cock slid in and out of my pucker. His balls were still swinging as his thrusted his hips. The more he grunted and moaned, the more I squeezed my pucker around his cock. My cock was no longer hard, it hung soft between my legs, swinging with his thrusts. My hole was twitching and squeezing pleasuring his cock. I pushed back to meet his fucking thrusts as he pushed his cock into my hole. He grabbed my hips, holding on tights as he pounded my hole. I grunted and groaned as his moans got louder and louder. He was thrusting in and out of my hole at a faster pace. His balls were drawling upwards, building his load deep inside. His grunts became more of a scream, as he rammed in and out of my hole. Using me for his pleasure. Suddenly, he rammed in deep, his cock head pushing at my inner pucker hole as his cum shot out of his flared piss slit. Rope after rope of thick cum pumped into my body. “My toxic strain is deep in your hole” he said, “infecting your DNA” I moaned my approval. He pushed the butt plug back up my sore hole, quickly. It gave little resistance as it popped inside me. He moved to the door and opened it. “That was quick” a man said. “No lip, complete your task or your punishment will be ordered” “Yes Sir, sorry Sir” the man said. The two men quickly came over to me, released my restraints on my wrists and led me away. “His next appointment is with Master Jack” he said, “Don’t fuck up getting him there” “We know the way” “Get out of my sight, you presence sickens me”

I want to be owned and filled with anti-androgens and female hormones. It makes me feel feminine and willing to act like a whore.

I recently became a cumdump for a mid-20's black guy with 8+". He lives near me with his parents. He found me on A4A, saw I am a bottom who is out but DL and will keep his identity between us. At first he just wanted to fuck me one time BB, but he kept sending me messages and I let him know he could breed me anytime. So now I take him a couple times a week when he can get away. He comes in fucks my lubed hole, then we talk a little. Yesterday morning he came over, gave me a load before we both went off to work. Coming home he saw me in the neighborhood and asked if I still had his cum in my ass. I said "yes, do you want to come by and see for yourself?" We walked to my place and he's getting hard as we walk, saying he never fucked a used hole. We walked in, I dropped trou, he spit on my hole and slid in saying how nasty he thought this was. He came twice, and said he wants to fuck me more often and to keep his cum inside. I can't believe my luck this month.

Wicked

Yes! i was only fortunate enough to be allowed to join one man and his son in my life. It was quite and experience.

Yeah very true. Fucking sucks

bi cock sucker here, LOVE swallowing and getting facials. Now that Craigslist is history, making it harder.

Pt3 You're sitting on the bed, body is shaking with nerves thinking about what you just did. Looking around the room, you realize all the lights are still on. TV is still on. Jumping off the bed you start shutting off the lights. Grab the remote a turn the tv off. Walk into the bathroom and grab a hand towel leaving the light on you close the door until there is just a little crack of light. Grabbing the bottle of lube you usually use for stroking when watching xtube you place them on the bed. You walk to the door in a kind of trance almost like you are watching all this from another place, you open the door enough to unlatch it but still looks closed. You walk over to the bed and grab your laptop, shutting the lid. The room is dark except for the crack of light from the bathroom. Picking up your phone you open your email on it and hit refresh. Nothing from him yet. You lay on the bed naked, your cock hard under you. Body shaking with nerves. You refresh your email again and see he's replied. He says he's in the parking lot. What room number? You click reply and type the number in, but your finger is hesitating over the send button. It stays this way for over a minute as thoughts run screaming through your head. "This is what you want!" "I'm scared!" "You want this!". You click discard on the reply and see he has sent another one. He's in the lobby... Room #. Again you hit reply and type the room number, again the same battle plays in your head. This time though your finger moves and hits send. You realize what you have just done. There is no going back now. You lift your body up off the bed, arms are shaking so bad you can barely hold yourself up. You get your knees under you and can feel your thighs shaking. You ass is now in the air you can feel the cool are in the room on your hole and you feel the rush of how vulnerable you are in this position. Reaching forward you grab a pillow and put you face in it . Not even ten seconds go by and you hear the door to the room open, pulling your head up a little you see the light from the hallway flooding the room. Putting your head back down you hear him walking in, the door shutting. Your body is shaking like crazy with nerves, your legs feel like jello and you have to concentrate to keep them up and in position. Through all this you hear him removing his clothes. The sound of his shoes coming off mixed with his belt opening and the distinct sound of the zipper going down. You hear his pants hit the floor then what you take for his shirt coming off and joining his pants. You feel the bed move as he climbs up behind you. Then it happens, you feel his hand on your ass rubbing your cheeks up to your lower back. Your body jumps on the contact, but it also calms you to know that he's not just going to rape you right off. One hand slips down and starts to massage your balls and cock. While the other travels over your exposed hole, you hear yourself emit a little moan of please as he works your cock and balls. Then something happens that you have never even thought of. You feel the wetness of his tongue and the stubble of his beard on your ass, his tongue probes into your crack and makes contact with your hole. You jump a little with the sensation, but he grabs your cheeks and spreads them open, and you really feel his tongue on you. Licking your hole and slightly penetrating. You hear yourself groaning at the pleasure this brings you. Never expecting to feel this at all. The tension in your body starts to ebate and you feel everything in you start to relax. You feel the pressure of his tongue and you hole yields to it and you feel yourself open up to it. A little laugh almost escapes from you as you realize that some guy has his tongue up your ass, but then you feel him start to really work your hole with it and all thought just goes away, in its place the most primal feeling you have ever had in your life takes over. You want his cock in you! And you want it now! As if he can read your mind he pulls back and starts rubbing your hole again with his finger. Then you hear the top of the lube bottle pop open and your mind starts wandering again. You are thinking to yourself. "I am on a bed in a hotel room, lights off, naked with my ass in the air. There is a man behind me, ready to mount me. He is going to put his cock inside of me". You feel your whole body flush at this thought. You are giving yourself over to him for his pleasure. You feel your cock twitch at the thought of how primal this is, two men fucking. You are a man about to let another man fuck you. You are pulled back from your thoughts by a question from him, the first words spoken by either of us. You realize you didn't hear what he said so you ask him to repeat his question. He asks if you are still okay with bareback, without any hesitation you reply yes. You hear him stroking his cock with the lube, then feel his slicked up fingers on your hole getting it ready, you feel a finger enter you and you groan with pleasure at the feeling of it. Realizing what is going to replace the finger you start to tense up and the nerves start to take over again. You can hear him wiping his hand on the towel, then feel the bed move as he gets into position behind you. He starts to rub your ass again, his touch calming you a little. Then you feel it. The head of his cock brushes your hole. You tense up even though you know what's about to happen. He's still rubbing your ass with one hand while the other is holding his cock up to your hole. You feel him start to apply pressure and you think to yourself. No way it's going to fit in there. But then you feel your hole start to open for him. He keeps steady pressure and you realize the head has gone in, but it's stopped. He talks for the second time telling you to just relax and no tense up. He will take it nice and easy. You feel his word start to calm you a little. All the while he has kept the steady pressure going, you start to feel yourself opening for him. Little by little you feel your inner ring expand to let him in. You can feel his cock as it slowly starts to enter you. You feel him grab your hips as as he increases the pressure and your hole opens even more for him. Then next thing you realize, you can feel his body pressed up against you. He asks if you are okay, and you hear yourself saying yes. But in your mind you are saying, I just let a man I have never met put his cock in me raw. Part of you is so turned on at the thought, while another is freaking out. Before you can think of much more you feel himself start to move in you. Slowly pulling out and then pushing back in. You feel your hole start to relax and really open up for him. The pain you felt when he was pushing into you is being replaced with a feeling of fullness and also some pleasure. He starts to move a little faster. Pulling out then back in, with each stroke your hole opens more for him. He has one hand on your back while the other reaches around to feel your cock. You jump at the sensation, your cock twitches as he grabs it and strokes a couple of times. He leans back up and grabs your hips again and starts into a steady rhythm of fucking you. He starts to moan and tell you how good it feels to have is cock in a mans ass bare. And he does not know how long he can last as the feeling of it is getting him close. You tell him how turned on you are by the thought of making him cum and that you love the feeling of his raw cock in you. He grips your hips and tells you he can't hold out much longer, then asks you where you want him to cum. You hear yourself say "in me" before you even realize what you have said , he grabs your hips and pushes all the way in you and starts to moan. You feel the base of his cock throb and feel the wetness of his cum as he shoots it inside of you. You feel his cock moving in short little strokes as he fills your hole with his seed. He starts to massage your back as his orgasm subsides and he starts to move his cock in band out of you again, you can feel how slick you are from his cum inside of you. His cock lubed with it now. His breathing slowly returns to normal. Then you feel him pull out and chilled air in the room hits your hole. Then you feel something running down your balls and realize some of his cum has leaked out. You feel your whole body start to relax and realize just how tensed up you were. You slide forward to lay on your stomach, he lays not to you. He asks if that it okay. And that he knows that this was supposed to be anon cum n go, but really wants to make use I enjoyed it. You roll over on your side and tell him yes, you really enjoyed it. He tells you how much he liked it raw with you and it had been so long since had fucked anyone bareback. He gets up off the bed and goes into the bathroom to clean up. Then comes out, puts his clothes back on. You roll back on your stomach and he leaves. You lay there with a million thoughts going through your head. But the one that stands out the most both makes you feel satisfied and scared at the same time. You just let a guy that you have never met fuck you bareback, and you let him cum inside of you.