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I was out taking loads again last night 630pm to 4am Twelve successful loads.

PERFECT 10 On Weds, I had a light day and was working from home. I decided to txt some fwb’s to see who was around. Below is what transpired. (1) K is a handsome black cub who works nearby. He stopped by around 11am over this lunch break I then had a light lunch at 12:30 (2) Andreas came by at 2pm. Handsome latino guy with curly hair and a thick dick. He knows exactly how i like it. (3) M was substitute teaching at a nearby school. Classes finished at 2:30 and he was balls deep in me by 2:45pm. M also sucked and swallowed my load XD (4) & (5) Had a 3:30pm threesome with daddylicious Howard (I’ve written about him in the past; we’ve been fucking since 2011) and a new fwb, Marcus, who teaches Pilates nearby. (6) & (7) due to time constraints and other logistics, I traveled to the West Village to give some ass to my buddies, Tom & Gary. Both are 50+ handsome guys with decades of topping experience. They split me open good (8) J is another teacher who works nearby, but finished work at 5pm. He came over at 5:15pm (9) I took the bus uptown to see my new crush, Joe, in midtown west. We are crushing on each other and exchanged Christmas gifts. He bred me deep around 6:45pm. (10) Sleepover with my buddy, R. R is a sweet, handsome, huscular 37yo Mexican top. He bred me good and then we cuddled while watching cartoons and ate take-out Chinese food. He then fucked me again before we went to bed and gave me another load around midnight. (Sent my ass to work on Thursday with 3 loads). R texted me on Thurs. saying that he was sooooo tired in the office because I wore him out. LOLOLOL A perfect 10 (tops) with a dozen loads XD

I was at the Vault in London yesterday for their naked night. I'd taken a few cocks (not many as it seemed quieter than usual) when this nice Scandi guy fucked me. He obviously enjoyed being in my hole because he came back several times- once after he'd said he was going home. Anyway, after a bit of steady paced fucking, he suddenly started increasing the rate and I knew what I was about to get. "I've just cum" he said, kissed me and finally DID go home. I allowed a few more guys the pleasure of my tummy hole and then I too left. Sat on the tube trying desperately to hold the load in but my pants when I got home told a different story.

Thanks for all the kind words and hope all are enjoying this hot retelling of my first pnp. Here is the next Chapter. I drove across town with the windows cracked, cool November air keeping me alert. The first booty-bump still had me buzzing quietly, but my hand stayed in my pocket, fingers on the folded paper with the extra shard and lube packet. I had just gotten fucked not even 30 minutes ago and here I was on my way to get a train run on me, RAW! The thought had me anxious but hornier than ever. Plan was set: park, top off in the back seat, walk in ready. No one needed to know. My phone buzzed. Nico Room 212. Second floor. Door cracked for you. Me On my way. 10 min out. Nico Bet. Dre here too. He ready. I pulled into the lot, cut the engine, slid to the back seat. Dropped my sweats just enough, lubed two fingers, worked the crushed shard deep. Sharp burn, then nothing yet—I knew it would take five to ten minutes to hit full. I clenched, fixed my clothes, and stepped out still on the first wave. Knocked lightly on 212. Nico opened the door shirtless, dreads loose, that same easy grin from earlier. “Back for more already?” he said, pulling me inside by the waistband. His friend Dre sat on the edge of the bed—taller, solid build, waves fresh, eyes locked on me. Nico closed and locked the door, grabbed a blunt off the nightstand, sparked it, and took a deep pull. Passed it to Dre. Dre hit it, exhaled slow. “So you the one Nico hit earlier? Said that ass was crazy.” I took the blunt when he passed it my way, hit it deep. “Yeah, that was me.” Nico laughed, leaning back. “Told him you took it like a champ.” We passed the blunt around a few more times, smoke filling the room. Nico told Dre how as soon as we got done at my place I was ready to get fucked raw. Dre hit the blunt. “That’s the only way I like to play,” passing the blunt to me. “I mean we vibed so much that I thought why not try it and see what’s up,” I said, after passing it back to Nico. The weed smoke, blending with the Tina rush, had my mind filled with thoughts of sucking dick and taking nut. Nico took another pull. “Dre the plug for the good shit. Always got the loud.” Dre grinned. “Appreciate that.” The second bump started creeping in—heat blooming right in my ass, clenching hard, twitching, wanting to be filled and pounded. I needed to get that dick back in my mouth at this point, so I dropped to my knees in front of Nico. Pulled his sweats down and took him deep into my mouth. Soon that beautiful black 8-inch dick was at full attention. They kept passing the blunt above me while I worked—sucking Nico deep, then switching to Dre, gagging on that thick uncut ten inches, blunt smoke drifting down over us. Nico pulled me up after a few minutes, bent me over the bed. Pushed in raw slow. First time bare—no latex, just skin on skin, hot and direct. Heat in my ass explodes, clenching tight around him, twitching, wanting to be filled and pounded. “God damn this hole tight,” Nico groaned. He stroked deep. “Fuck me like that,” I moaned. “Making me push this hole out on that dick…” Nico sped up. “Here it come.” Slammed deep, flooded me hot—my first creampie ever. Warm pulses filling me, sticking deep. I deepthroated Dre’s big black dick while Nico continued to dump his load inside my happy pussy. He pulled out leaking. Dre stepped up, pushed in thick and raw. His fat mushroom head spread my ass and my hole clenched hard around the thicker dick, twitching, begging to be pounded. “Sloppy and grippin’,” Dre hissed. “Stretch me,” I moaned. “You making me push this hole out on that big dick…” Dre fucked harder. “Gonna nut quick…” Buried deep, pumped his first load—warmth mixing, overflowing. Once again I felt the warmth of the creampie, but it’s almost as if when Dre nutted I started getting even hornier. Dre kept going. “One more…” They spit-roasted me—Nico in my mouth, Dre pounding my ass, starting a rhythm that made me bob up and down on Nico’s dick. After about 10 minutes of this I thought they would switch positions again, but Nico’s phone buzzed loud on the nightstand. He glanced at it and groaned. “Fuck, my girl just landed—she’s at the airport waiting on me to pick her up.” He slapped my ass and left. Dre flipped me on my back, threw my legs over his shoulders, and lined up again, sliding that thick raw dick back into my sloppy, cum-filled hole with one smooth push. He took his time at first, grinding slow and deep, stirring the mixed loads already inside me, making wet sounds echo in the room while he stared down at me, grinning like he owned it. Then he picked up the pace just enough, pounding deliberate and hard until he buried himself balls-deep one last time, groaning low as he pumped that final hot load deep, the warmth pooling heavy and thick, leaving me full and leaking even more when he finally pulled out. Dre pulled out, collapsed on the bed, lit the roach of the blunt for a final pull. I pulled my sweats up over the mess, cum shifting inside with every step. Dre exhaled. “You liked that weed, right?” “Yeah it was some gas,” I said, grinning. He pulled out his phone. “Put your number in. Bud, dick—I got what you need.” I added my contact, handed it back. “You ever got Tina?” I asked. Dre’s eyes lit up. “Hell yeah! I stay with that too. Next time we link, I got you.” I nodded, getting the point and not wanting to overstay my welcome. I made sure I had all of my things—we said I could buy—and I made my way to the door. Got in the car, sat down and my ass felt completely wet. Now alone in the car I reflected over what went down in the last 90 minutes. I did more Tina, got fucked raw for the first time by two guys, they both nutted in me giving me my first creampies ever, and I may have found a big-dick Tina plug who loves fucking my fat ass. It was amazingly productive but I felt too good to end my night. Home twenty minutes later. I didn’t feel any symptoms of a crash coming on—in fact I felt hornier than ever. I ended up right where I started: on the end of my dildo on the fuck machine on full blast, cruising Grindr. I had gotten several messages since the last time I looked but one in particular stood out—he had a big 9-inch BBC and in his bio it read “feminine BBC wants a fat ass to fuck and eat, must like to kiss and eat ass.”

I have been wanting to share my story which is based on true events that happened November 2022. I’d been lurking on this site for years, jerking to the stories, putting myself in every single one of them. All the wildest ones had one thing in common: Tina. They swore she turned regular sex into something next-level, something spiritual. I was 31, Black, thick-ass bottom, and I finally needed to know if the hype was real. I didn’t know a single soul who sold T. My usual menu was weed and poppers, nothing harder. But I knew the code words cold: PnP, ❄️, clouds, “parTy,” ice emojis. So I opened Grindr, set the filters, and started hunting. That’s when Jess popped up. Black trans girl, gorgeous in that raw, late-night way. Profile full of ass shots and the little snowflake emoji. I sent the message before I could overthink it. Me Hey. First time ever trying Tina. Got $30 cash. Can you grab for me and keep some for yourself? Jess Hey cutie! Yeah I can help you out. $30 works. Where you at right now? Me Not far. Can pull up anywhere you say. Jess Cool. Can you pull up? I’ll come down to the car. Ten minutes? I drove a short 6 minutes to her. She walked out looking exactly like someone who’d already had a long night: wild curly wig, smeared lipstick, tiny halter top, Daisy Dukes so short the pockets hung lower than the shorts, skinny but curvy where it counted, and the biggest, friendliest smile. “Heyyy baby!” she said, sliding into my passenger seat. “You’re cute as hell. First time for real?” “For real,” I laughed, handing her the folded bills. “I don’t really know what to expect.” She took the money, tucked it in her bra, and pulled out a tiny baggie with nice shards sparkling inside. “Some straight fire. You’re gonna love her.” She handed it over with a wink. “This some good shit, trust me. Text me later and tell me how she treats you.” I thanked her, she hopped out, gave me one last smile, and that was it. Polite, quick, easy. Drove home buzzing with nerves and excitement. Got in the house, locked the door, and stared at the baggie like it was a winning lottery ticket. Didn’t have a pipe, didn’t know what the hell I was doing. So first I broke off a tiny piece, stuffed it in a Black & Mild, and smoked it like weed. Tasted awful, but twenty minutes later a warm little wave rolled through me. Not crazy, but enough to make me grin like an idiot and say out loud, “Okay… feels pretty good. I get it now.” An hour of gooning later I wanted the real deal. I took a fat about .15 shard, crushed it just a little, smeared lube all over my thick dildo on the fuck machine, and rolled the crystal right onto the tip. Got on all fours, backed up slow, and let it slide in. That famous burn hit instantly: sharp, fiery, perfect. I held still, letting it melt inside me, letting it soak in. Five minutes in, the switch flipped. My whole body lit up. My ass turned into one hungry, pulsing mouth. I started rocking back faster, then faster, then I just flipped the machine on high and let it rail me. Creamy lube started foaming around the shaft. My dick stayed soft (exactly like the stories said), and that made me even hornier. I grabbed my phone with shaky hands, opened Grindr again, and every ounce of fear was gone. Scrolled till I found him: “BBC 4 fat ass – can travel.” While the machine was still pounding me into another planet, I typed one-handed: Me Dick looking great and need BBC in this phat ass right now. Are condoms cool? I sent some ass pics and one of me on my fuck machine. His reply came instantly: “Damn! I need that… WYA.” I dropped my location (something I never, ever do). Twenty minutes later the doorbell rang. I opened it and there stood Nico: tall, dark, low-cut dreads, easy smile, and the thickest nine-and-a-half-inch dick I’d ever seen already swinging heavy in his sweats. I pulled him straight to the bedroom, dropped to my knees, and inhaled that beautiful, veiny monster raw. I never liked sucking dick before; it was just foreplay. Tina turned me into a different man. I worshipped that dick like it was paying my rent. A few minutes of sloppy head and I was already spinning around, spreading my cheeks. “Condom?” I managed to gasp. He rolled one on, lined up, and sank in balls-deep. Nothing in my life had ever felt that good. Every stroke lit me up from the inside. I was moaning like a porn star, pushing back, begging him to go harder. Ten minutes of pounding and Nico groaned, slammed deep, and filled the rubber. I wanted more. Went to clean him off with my mouth, but he laughed, pulled away: “Too sensitive, bro.” I joked, “If you’re sensitive now, imagine if you would’ve fucked me raw and came inside.” That made him grin wide. “Tell you what, my boy’s at the hotel with me and he loved your pics. But he only plays raw. You want both of us to run a train on that ass raw?” I froze for a second. My ass was twitching, and the thought of raw dick for the first time, by not one guy but two, which would also mean my first creampies ever… I knew this was a crossroad. A choice that would change everything. Then I smiled. “Give me ten minutes to shower and I’m there.” I closed the door behind Nico and hopped in the shower quick, water steaming hot. While I rinsed off I slid two soapy fingers inside myself, feeling how loose and hungry I still was, picturing Nico and his boy taking turns with those big raw dicks, pumping load after load deep in my guts, watching it drip down my thighs all night. I laughed under the spray, soft-dicked and hornier than I’d ever been in my life. Then I paused, towel in hand, staring at the little baggie still sitting on the counter. I wanted another bump, bad. Just enough to keep the fire roaring when those two raw dicks got in me. But I wasn’t stupid; I still had to drive across town, and the first booty-bump was already singing loud in my blood. I broke off a small shard anyway, slipped it into a tiny fold of paper, and tucked it deep in my sweats pocket with a single dab of lube in a travel packet I grabbed from the drawer. Plan was set: soon as I parked at the hotel, I’d hop in the back seat, reach back quick, slide it in, and let it melt while I walked inside already buzzing harder than ever. They’d never know I was secretly topping myself off. I threw on fresh grey sweats grabbed my keys, and headed out the door. Two raw loads were waiting… and in ten minutes I was gonna be freshly spun and ready to beg for both of them. End...for now.

I live near Union Station downtown so there are a fair amount of junkies and homeless around. I was walking my dog this morning, totally tweaked and filled with cum already, and this junkie asked me for money. I told him I didn't have any but if he gave me a load I'd give him a slam. He came back, fucked me on the floor. I felt his hole and it was loose as fuck and had some loads in it so clearly I wasn't the only one he'd fucked around with....

100% agree - I'd rather jump straight there. I'll let you know on Friday when I have my appointment. If I can go straight to a fatty heavy 0 gauge I'm doing it!

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Several years ago, my husband had a hot massage therapist named Matt whom I had never met. My husband explained that Matt was a hot guy and that he and Matt usually talked about Matt's latest sexual conquests while Matt gave my husband massages. I never worried about my husband because he was a devotedly monogamous and he and Matt were both tops. I meanwhile was a bottom slut, getting fucked by random men behind my husband's back every chance I got. One night I was on an on-line hook-up app and ran across a top man who listed in his profile that he was also a professional masseuse. Matt crossed my mind, and I wondered if it might be him. I asked this guy where he was located, and he was in the University neighborhood where I knew Matt lived. My curiosity peaked, I finally asked this guy his first name and bingo, it was Matt! I walked a fine line as I told Matt, using a fake first name, that I was a horny bottom who needed to be fucked full of cum. I had no face pics on my on-line profile and Matt and I had never met in-person, but for obvious reasons, I did not want Matt to find out my connection to my husband. I was rock hard and super horny as I told Matt I loved anonymous sex and I had a fantasy to be fucked on a massage table with my face resting in the face cradle so the massage therapist would only see my head from the ears back and I would not be able to see his face. To be clear, that fantasy hit me for the first time in that moment, intensified knowing it was my husband’s massage therapist who would be doing the fucking without knowing it was me. Matt thought the scenario was fucking hot without knowing who I was, so I asked him if there was a way for me to arrive and enter his house and get in position on the massage table without him seeing me. Upon coming to a mutual understanding, I discreetly drove to Matt’s house that night while my husband was at work. While it was dark out, I parked my car down the street so Matt would not see it. I quietly walked up the driveway, along the side of the garage, and around the back of the house to open French doors that Matt said would be waiting for me. I shielded my face the entire time in case Matt broke his promise and watched me approach his house. I walked in and the room was dimly lit by a few well-placed candles. There was also soft ambient music playing to set the mood. I stripped down, climbed up onto the massage table and placed my face in the cradle. After about five minutes, I heard Matt quietly walk into the room and as he stood at my feet, I felt his hands touching my legs and thighs and then moving up to my butt. I felt his hands spread my cheeks and his tongue on my pucker hole as I felt his stubble make contact with ass cheeks. I started moaning like a bitch in heat. It was not long before I felt the weight of Matt’s body climb onto the table and hover over me as I felt the head of his cock push inside of my hole, using his spit and saliva as lube. Matt’s cock was both bigger and fatter than my husband's and I heard him softly encourage me to breathe as I felt his full weight on top of me and his mouth right next to my ear. Matt sank his fat schlong fully inside of me and started fucking me, his thrusts steadily increasing until they drowned out the long-forgotten mood music. His cock clearly needed a hole to get off in and it was not long before I heard a moan and masculine grunt as the man dumped his seed deep inside of me. Matt eventually collapsed on top of me, leaving me pinned between him and the massage table with my face still in the cradle, until he eventually pulled out and quietly left the room, leaving me in a state of bliss, listening to the soft music, and reflecting on the best “massage” I had ever received. It was about 90 minutes later when my husband returned home from work. I heard him call to me from downstairs but patiently and silently waited as he climbed up the stairs to our bedroom. He was surprised and stopped in his tracks as he found me naked on our bed, me lying on my back with my legs up in the air and spread wide with a fat dildo up my fuck hole. There was a bottle of lube strategically placed next to my ass, a brand name that was marketed as smelling, feeling, and tasting like cum. What my husband did not know is that I did not use any of that lube on my puffy hole prior to sticking the dildo in me. I did not need to because Matt’s cum was plentiful and allowed me to push the dildo inside with no effort. I slowly fucked myself with the dildo as my husband approached our bed. I pulled the dildo out of my ass as his face got close and I encouraged him to eat my puffy pussy. He did as instructed and his mouth and tongue were on my ass where Matt’s had been a short time before. As my husband ate my used hole, I pushed a smidge of Matt’s cum out and asked him how the lube tasted. He told me he could not believe how much it tasted like the real cum. With that I pushed out hard, dumping Matt’s huge load inside of my oblivious husband’s mouth. I could not help but say “sorry…I think I used too much lube," but my husband unknowingly gobbled down all of Matt's cum. At that very moment, I thought of Matt’s load finding a new home in my husband’s stomach. I also thought of Matt telling my husband at his next massage appointment about the huge load he anonymously dumped up a stranger's hole, on the very massage table my husband was lying on and getting a massage, both of them oblivious to the fact that it was me. The thought pushed me over the edge and I shot one of the largest fucking loads of my life! As my breathing started to return to normal and I started to experience post-nut clarity, I realized how fucking hot it was to feed my oblivious husband another guy’s cum without him knowing it...I started to think of other kinky and creative ways I could do it again!

Pretty much all bugs I’ve gonno many timeS, syphilis 3 times and heo C a year ago Comes with my slamming and the guys I hook up with. I usually don’t tread them straight away. If I get them I want to breed them. After a while I get them treated. Long long raw sessions with sleazy guys and irs a given you’ll get STDs every so often, it doesn’t bother me . Risky raw feels so good

After it was dark and I could reduce the chance of people truly realizing the state I was in (looking like a total cumslut and partier), I had to walk the dog again. I didn't want to be out long mostly because it's windy as fuck and I'm tired from the fucking and partying. But regardless I do the same loop twice each day which passes by where I found the junkies yesterday. Come to think of it it's where I've noticed this every day, but just not thought anything of it. There they were again - at least two of them. The first guy that fucked me and the third guy who was too high to finish. I looked ridiculous with a giant puffy coat, baseball cap, face mask...but I walked over thinking "round two could be a good way to close the day." I walked up to them and started speaking semi quietly telling them I could give them more stuff if they wanted to go for round two. They looked at me like I was insane and then I realized they probably could recognize me (despite the dog). I took off the mask and cap and they realized what was going on. Let us go find our friend though so we don't leave him behind (they said he was off picking something up...). We agreed they'd text when they were ready to get in to the building. They indeed found their friend, showed up, I've got them a small baggie, and I got two quick, transaction, no bullshit loads back to back. This time it was #1 and #3 who came. #2 wasn't feeling it. IF THIS WORKS OUT and they hold their post in the small park in front of Whole Foods, I could have 1-3 built in loads whenever I want them for a very small price. 🙂

Im an asian btm whore for american BWC who like getting a load deep in my half asian pussy then drinking from the tap right after while precumming and moaning like a feminine asian btm.

When it comes to sucking dick, I actually prefer a thicker one than a small one. Of course, there is a limit to how wide my mouth will open. when it comes to bottoming, I am a real size queen and love getting stretched by a thick dick. I also pig out when I have a heavy dick in my hand, or my favorite, one I can’t wrap my hand around.

Sometimes, you just want to make him squeal in exchange for your load. Lots of micro-tearing is guaranteed, but you have to go quite slowly lest you really slash his gash.

Got new ideas for my hole lately

Language disconnect. Yeah, probably more often than we realize. Even the courts wrestled with what constitutes sex when Clinton was brought up on the carpet re Monica Lewinsky. Ultimately, i think language is subject to the individuals using it at the time (context) vs a carved in stone meaning that everyone always agrees on. Seems the word sex is a polysemy. For me, from a strictly physical perspective (and i don't believe sex is ever "strictly physical) sex involves the Top having an orgasm in me. Without His orgasm in me, it's still foreplay. But i believe trying to reduce sex to 'just' a physical act requires repression/suppression/denial of our other parts (emotion, thought). i think that's where we encounter all the differences on what constitutes sex. i'm really specific when i am communicating with another person about having sex... i spell it out: "i want you to penetrate me with your cock and have your orgasm inside of me." lol, that's the simple, quick explanation, i can get way more complicated , but i never just use the word "sex." i see a lot of profiles where the best guys can come up with is the vagary: "looking to have fun." wtf? i won't even approach those guys lol Making love? For me, that happens when lots of my parts holistically (i.e., physical, mental, emotional...'spiritual?') and lots of His parts engage/connect while penetration with the cock is happening. And i've had that happen with anonymous walk in with a complete stranger... i'm not sure how well it can be quantified? I've literally had to bite my mattress to keep from declaring my undying love for a Guy when He manages to fuck me in such a (seemingly) intentional way that (i perceive) all those parts are engaged and connecting from both sides. And i consider that explanation a gross and inadequate simplification. i think words are only a part of language and communication, and we have to do a lot of asking and exploration, listening and hearing to truly communicate.

I used to do this with a bf when we were in bed. I would often wake up as the little spoon and begin grinding my ass with his covk which would quickly become hard. One thing i would do was spit on my fingers and then lube my ass. Id then back up onto his cock letting him slide in and he would soon start fucking. He never took long to cum but he would always keep his softened cock in me after he shot and we would fall asleep in that position. I loved waking up with his load. Once in a while he would wake up, roll me over onto my stomach and fuck me again using the nights load as lube. Ill never forget the scent of his cum that had been marinating all night in my hole.

Last night. Went to the sauna. There were not so many raw tops. Took 1 raw cock. It was a top with a long but not so thick cock. He fucked me hard, deep and long. After a while I heard him coming and he was moaning for at leat 10 strokes. He said that he dumped a very big load in me. I pushed it out and it was true. The cum was flowing out my hole and over my balls. I could push six times and cum was still ouzing out of my hole. Later that evening I went to the Cuckoos nest and was fucked raw 3 times. One short fuck and two longs fucks in the darkroom. One of them was a black guy with a big cock. After 30 minutes of fucking he pushed a few vingers in my ass. He wanted to fist me. We went to a cabin and he punch fisted me. After a while he wanted to fuck, but he didn' t last long and blew a vey big load inside me. This one was as big as the one I received earlier in the sauna. The cellar of the Cuckoos nest was not crowded anymore and I went to the sauna again. With a re-entry ticket it is cheap to enter the sauna again. There was very liitle fucking going one. In the darkroom near the slings, stood a top with an average cock. I stood in front of him and guided his cock in my ass and he fucked me. I asked him if he wanted to fuck me in the bigger darkroom. He fucked me for a bit, when I noticed sonebody was standing behind him. The top stopped fucking me and the guy who was standing behind him, thrusted his cock very hard in my ass. He fucked me hard, and suddenly stopped. Maybe he came in my ass? He actualy did. I pushed a big load out of my ass. It was not as big as the other two, but big enough. Normally I get fucked more in one evening, but I was happy. Three fucks were really long with two very big loads.

I’d just won a four-day gay cruise from Fort Lauderdale to the Bahamas, a prize that had my cock twitching and my ass clenching with anticipation. I flew in from Columbus, Ohio, where every fag in my hometown knows me as the resident cocksucker, my face plastered across sites like Exposed Faggots, BoyfriendTV, Erome, Xvideos, Pornhub Gay, and every goddamn hookup app—Grindr, BarebackRT, Squirt, you name it. My videos are a neon-lit confession: me slurping down dick, fuchsia text screaming “BiBottomCockSucker Loves to Suck Cock,” “I’m a Cocksucker,” “I Suck Cock Better Than Your Girlfriend,” my throat gagging on meat while my ass gets pounded raw. I’m kinda in the closet back home, but online, I’m a shameless cum-dump, and I fucking love it. At the Fort Lauderdale airport, I spotted a group of hot fuckers—tanned, muscled, and loud—talking about the same cruise. My ears perked up, and my hole twitched. We shared a ride to Port Everglades, the vibe electric—testosterone and lust thick in the air. I could smell the sex coming; these bastards were gonna wreck me, and I was ready to take every inch.We boarded the ship, and holy fuck, my stateroom was a palace—massive, luxurious, a living room with two plush couches, a bedroom with a king-size bed begging to be defiled, and a balcony overlooking the ocean where I could scream while getting railed. First thing I did was fire up my hookup apps—Grindr, Sniffies, Doublelist—the ship’s Wi-Fi was flawless, perfect for streaming my depravity. I posted my stateroom number with a message: “Stop by my stateroom if you wanna get your cock sucked and/or fuck my ass and load it with cum.” Then I stripped down to a tank top and a thong, my tight, fuckable ass cheeks spilling out, begging for a pounding. I strutted to the pool deck as the ship pulled out, scoping the meat market. Almost instantly, two white studs in Speedos, lounging like kings, gave me that knowing smirk. “Hey,” I purred, sauntering over. “Just saw your post online,” one growled, his bulge straining. “You suck cock as good as in your vids?” I grinned, licking my lips. “Let’s find out.” We bolted to my room, and the second the door shut, I dropped to my knees like the greedy cocksucker I am, yanking down their Speedos.Out flopped two thick, cut cocks—a 7-incher and a 10-incher of veiny, white meat, heads glistening with pre-cum. The 7-incher was a beauty, pink and throbbing, balls heavy and musky from the poolside heat. The 10-incher was a fucking monster, shaft thick and ridged, a fat, leaking head begging to choke me. I dove in, wrapping my lips around the 7-inch first, the salty tang of his pre-cum coating my tongue as I sucked hard, my throat taking him deep. He groaned, “Fuck, you’re a pro,” as I gagged, spit dripping down my chin. I switched to the 10-inch, inhaling his sweaty, chlorine-soaked ball-sack scent, my nose buried in his pubes as I slurped that massive rod, tasting skin and salt and raw man, my jaw stretching to fit it.I worked them both, back and forth, hands stroking one while my mouth devoured the other, until the 7-inch guy grabbed my head and fucked my face, his cock slamming my tonsils. “Take it, you filthy bitch,” he snarled, and I did, choking as his load erupted—thick, hot ropes of cum blasting down my throat, bitter and creamy, filling my gut. I swallowed every drop, then turned to the 10-inch, sucking him so hard my throat burned. He exploded too, a geyser of jizz, salty and pungent, flooding my mouth till it dribbled out, smearing my lips. “You suck as good as your vids,” he panted, wiping his dick on my face. “When I saw you with a mouthful of cock, I recognized you from your online vids.” I froze, perplexed and intrigued—not too long ago, I was deeply in the closet as a cocksucker. Guess not so much anymore… lol. “We’re fucking you again this trip,” he added, and they left, my apps buzzing with more horny bastards. A guy hit me up—“Wanna fuck your ass and load it with cum.” “Get here now,” I typed, and minutes later, he swaggered in, a white stud with an 8-inch thick, cut cock bulging in his shorts. I ripped them down, his sweaty balls and ripe ass hitting me with a wave of musk—fucking delicious, like a locker room after a game. He plopped on the couch, legs spread, and I knelt, licking his hairy nuts, sucking the sweat off them, then burying my tongue in his ass. It was tangy, sweaty, a filthy mix of pool water and man-stink, and I ate it like a starving pig, my cock rock-hard. I moved up, sucking his fat dick, tasting his pre-cum—sweet and slick—until he grabbed my head and rammed it down my throat. “Gonna cum,” he grunted, but I pulled off. “Fuck my ass first.”I grabbed lube, slicked his throbbing cock, and bent over the couch, thong yanked aside. He slammed into me, 8 inches of thick meat stretching my hole, pounding me raw. The room filled with the wet slap of flesh, my ass gripping him as he growled, “You’re a tight little slut.” He pulled out, and I spun around, sucking his cock clean, tasting my own ass—earthy, musky, mixed with his pre-cum. He shoved back in, fucking me harder, then unloaded—a hot, explosive flood of cum blasting deep in my guts, thick and sticky. He pulled out, and I licked him clean, his jizz and my ass juices coating my tongue, a nasty cocktail I savored. That night, my apps blew up—15 guys cycled through my room, sometimes solo, sometimes in packs. I swapped the thong for a jock, ass exposed, and handed out a Sharpie to tally each load dumped in me. On the couch, I got spit-roasted—a 7-inch choking my throat, an 11-inch reaming my hole, a fucking beast of a cock, veiny and relentless, stretching me wide as cum dripped from both ends. Ass-to-mouth was my jam—sucking that 11-inch fresh from my ass, tasting lube, cum, and my own funk, swallowing load after load. On the bed, a group of five turned me into their cum-rag, my face buried in a 10-inch cock while an 8-inch drilled my ass, jizz leaking down my thighs. One guy, mid-fuck, said, “Saw you online with a mouthful of dick—fucking hot.” “Next time, we film it,” I gasped, and he nodded, pumping me full. During a break in the action, I grabbed my phone and googled myself—BiBottomCockSucker—and holy shit, tons of videos and pics of me with a mouthful of cock popped up all over the internet. My exposure’s growing like a cock in my mouth, and I fucking love it. The next afternoon, I hit the pool deck for a dance party, wearing just a jock, my ass hanging out, slick and glistening from the loads already sloshing inside me. The music thumped, bodies grinding, and four horny fuckers circled me like sharks—white guys, cocks bulging in their trunks. They didn’t waste time; right there by the pool, out in the open, they took turns slamming my ass. First guy dropped his shorts, 7 inches hard and ready, and slid right in—no lube needed, my hole already a sloppy, cum-filled mess. He pounded me, the wet squelch of jizz echoing as he grunted, then pulled out, and I dropped to suck him clean, tasting his cum mixed with the loads already in me—bitter, thick, and fucking divine. Next came an 11-incher, thick and veiny, ramming me hard, my ass cheeks jiggling as the crowd watched, that monster splitting me open. I sucked him off after, his dick coated in ass juice and spunk. Third and fourth followed, 8 and 10 inches, each fucking me raw, dumping their hot loads in my guts, and I cleaned every cock, slurping down the nasty blend of cum, sweat, and my own hole right there under the sun, jock stretched tight, ass dripping. The next three days were a blur of cock-sucking and ass-fucking. I never left the ship—why bother when my room was a revolving door of dick? I posted my stateroom number everywhere, door wide open, guys strolling in to join the action. One night, five studs gangbanged me, me the only bottom, and we filmed it—12 minutes of my face gagging on a 10-inch cock, ass stretched wide by an 11-incher, cum splattered everywhere. I uploaded it to every site, fuchsia text blazing, and the hits poured in, drawing more horny fuckers to my door. My ass was raw, dripping with cum, marked with Sharpie tallies—dozens of loads by the end. Cruise over, I limped to the airport, ass sore, jizz still leaking into my jock. I thought my weekend of debauchery was done, but on the plane—a cramped, budget Airbus with that stale recycled air smell—I spotted three of my fuck-buddies from the ship, their smirks promising more. When the seatbelt sign dinged off at cruising altitude, I dragged them to the tiny bathroom one by one, joining the Mile High Club in that piss-reeking, turbulence-shaking stall. First guy, a 7-inch stud, shoved me in, and I dropped to my knees on the grimy floor, sucking his sweaty cock—salty from the cruise, musky from travel, pre-cum bitter on my tongue. I gagged as he fucked my throat, then he spun me around, bent me over the sink, and rammed his dick into my cum-slick ass—no lube, just the sloppy mess of dozens of loads from the cruise. The plane rocked as he pounded me, the wet slap of his balls against my cheeks loud in the tight space, and he unloaded—a hot, thick blast of jizz deep in my guts, mixing with the rest. I turned, sat on the toilet, and cleaned his cock, sucking off his cum, my ass juices, and that faint plane-bathroom funk, swallowing it all. Second guy, an 11-incher, got the same—throat fucked till I choked, then a brutal ass-pounding over the sink, his massive cock stretching me wide, his load spurting hard, and I licked him clean, tasting the sweaty, cummy mess. Third guy, an 8-incher, throat-fucked me till his jizz flooded my mouth, salty and warm, and I swallowed it down, wiping my lips on his shaft. I stumbled back to my seat, ass leaking cum into my jock the whole flight home, a sticky wet spot spreading on my jeans, the smell of sex clinging to me as I grinned. One of those bastards was from Columbus, and now I’m his regular cocksucker—throat and ass on call whenever he wants, BiBottomCockSucker always ready for more.

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This is my favorite thing to do. Eat cum out of a man's hole. So dirty, t***oo, and delicious.

Part 2 I went home that night so nervous. What had I done? The combination of feelings, regret, lust, shame, pure horniness. That was one of the hottest things I had experienced. Did I just get HIV? I tested myself several times over the next couple of weeks. From what I read online, I was sure to get a positive test within 2 weeks if I was infected. Kept testing negative. Considered myself lucky, but couldn't help feeling that something was...wrong. The man at the clinic recommended PreP - I don't know why I said no. About 3 and a half weeks after the original encounter, I got a phone call from Eric. "How are you feeling boy?" "Good, I went to the clinic and I tested negative" A pause, the sound of disappointment. "I have some boxes over here that need moving, and some other things that need worked. Come over this afternoon" - and he hung up. My heart was racing. I knew I had to go. I had never craved a load like that before. * I knocked on the back door, and walked up the stairs. Eric was sitting there at the table, in his underwear, with about 4 bottles of beer empty, and another just being finished. I was amazed at the size of his bulge - he wore those typical white briefs that older men wear, and his were somewhat worn around the crotch. There was a sizeable wet spot on the front of his briefs. "Well, since you know the drill already, we don't need to pretend anymore - unless you want to." I shook my head no. "Good then, to the bathroom, but strip first." He unceremoniously pulled my pants down, and I pulled my shirt over my head. Just wearing underwear and socks. He then pulled me by the band of my underwear to the bathroom. It looked like it needed a good cleaning, both the toilet and the mirror were dirty. "Well, on your knees next to the toilet boy, if you want a better look" As a I got to my knees, I couldn't help but feel his bulge had gotten bigger. He pulled his thick cock through the fly, it was so much meatier than I remember. Not fully hard, but definitely engorged. He shook it a couple of times in front of the toilet, bouncing up and down. I involuntarily opened my mouth. He showed a small smirk on his face. "Open wider boy." I opened my mouth - he took my chin and pushed it down to open my mouth more, and then put his other hand on the back of my neck. He slowly slid his thick cock into my mouth and down my throat. "Good boy, can't reject my piss if I'm already down your throat. Now hold still." He focused for a second, exhaling, his breathing getting short. "I got an idea for a game - you tell me what beer I was drinking based on the taste, and I'll let you cum where I want. But if you guess wrong, I get to cum where I want. Get ready boy, here it comes." I could feel my throat getting full and warm from his heavy stream of piss. I struggled to keep it all down but kept swallowing the best I could. I heard him let loose a sigh of relief, "That's it boy, keep swallowing" - he pulled his cock all the way out, but kept pissing. Pissed about 6 inches away from my mouth - "Woof, what a good urinal, I got a lot of beer piss left in me." He put his cock back all the way down my throat, hand on the back of my neck, and I felt the stream slow and then stop. I looked up at him, mouth all the way down to the base of his cock, for approval. He gently nodded, then pulled all the way out, wet cock dangling in front of my face. "Good boy, you have improved since last time. Now tell me, what beer was I drinking?" I was so caught up in the moment, I didn't even think about his game. I tried to remember what was on the bottle. I thought for a bit, and then spoke: "Bud Light?" "Wrong, Bud heavy." He pulled his cock all the way out of his underwear this time. His huge balls dangling with an obvious weight to them, and his wet cock sitting on top, complemented by a thick, reddish bush. "Feel my balls boy" - he brought his hand to his balls, "Last chance to back out before I drain them in you." My mind raced, did I really want this badly enough to get HIV? Why didn't I just get PreP at the clinic? Apparently I took too long thinking, because he said "Good boy, now get up and go get on the horse." He walked me over to another room with dim lighting in the center, to what looked like a gymnastics pommel horse at the center of the room, but with 2 levels - all black leather. "There you go, ass up in the air boy. Your ass goes here at the edge, and your knees go here on the lower level, and then your hands go here at the front." I nervously and shakily got up on the "horse" - and once my knees were in position, he locked some straps around my thighs. Then he locked some straps around my wrists at the front. "There you go, I knew you would come back for this thick, creamy load. Don't want you changing your mind, or thinking you are gonna go somewhere soon." He pushed down on my lower back to arch it, and I felt my hole getting more exposed to the open air. "Whewww, forgot how beautiful this nice pink hole looks. I told you it was nice, right Frank?" A different voice, from the corner of the room responded, "Let me get a closer look to be sure". A man seemingly appeared from the shadows in the corner of the room, walked over to me from the front. Blue jeans, t-shirt, biker vest. Full gray bears, skinny, almost gaunt, but with a belly on him. His face looked somewhat gaunt, but not sick, cheekbones sitting high and proud. I was scared, I struggled against the restraints. He walked past me, putting his hand on my shoulder, down my back, and to my ass. He then got down on his knees with his face at eye level with my ass. Eric pushed on my lower back again to arch it, and then Frank pulled my cheeks apart. "Man, are you sure he isn't a virgin? Haven't seen tight pink pussy like this in years." He immediately dove in, and I felt his beard on my ass, and his tongue pushing his way into my hole, forcefully. I moaned, almost involuntarily. "That's it Frank, get him nice and ready", said Eric. I could see him getting hard, quickly. He walked over to my face, his dick bouncing on his huge balls. He shoved his cock in my mouth, all the way to the base, I could barely take it. "That's it boy, suck it. See last time apparently my swimmers didn't take, so I brought over the only person I know who has a higher viral load than me to help finish the job. I'm gonna make sure that ass is converted tonight boy." Between the intense, wet pressure of Frank's tongue on my ass, and Eric's cock filling my throat completely, and my wrists and knees bound to this black leather table, I found myself with tears coming down my face. Eric saw, and stopped fucking my throat, and pulled out with the tip of his cock about an inch away from my lips. "Aw don't do that boy, crying won't do you any good. If you can't keep sucking my cock, then I'll assume your ass is good and ready for it." Frank stopped licking my hole and let out a low grunt, as he got up - "he's ready for it. He's tight, but he'll stretch." Eric walked around me and traded places with Frank. I could feel Eric lubing up my hole, as Frank took off his shirt and jeans. "Both Frank and I have been saving up a load for a week to get ready for this. Need a thick load to coat the walls of your pussy so our swimmers have a...lasting effect. I've also been edging my cock for the last hour or so". I felt Eric push at my hole with his cockhead - not being able to see what was going on made it so much more exciting and scary this time. He pushed with a good amount of force, I felt a huge pressure, but it didn't give and slide in. Frank lifted a small brown bottle to my nose and covered one of my nostrils. He brought his bulge right next to my face. "Inhale, boy". A moment after I started to inhale deeply, Eric pushed again - same result. "Inhale again". This time Eric pushed down on the small of my back, and put one of his legs up where my thigh was on the "horse" for better leverage, and then pushed harder on my hole. I felt my hole dilate, and then he suddenly slid all the way down to the base of his cock. I screamed out in pain. He firmly had one hand on my shoulder, and the other hand on my hip, not moving, but squarely holding my ass down on his big cock, giving me time to adjust. I could feel his cock throbbing in my ass. "Hot ass boy, love feeling a tight, wet pussy gripping my meat. Really gets me in the mood for getting you pregnant." He slowly started to pull out and pump in and out. Frank, pulled his cock out of his underwear. Not as big as Eric's - uncut, and with a decent set of balls. I felt a wave of, locker-room smell, for lack of a better word, hit my nostrils. "Lick my balls boy. I haven't showered for 2 days - since you're still in high school, I wanted you to find out what a real mans balls smell like. This is what a man smells like who impregnates girls like you. Feel how heavy they are with your tongue, I got a big load saved up for you boy. And my sperm is strong, it always takes hold." The constant pumping from the back, the fullness of my ass with Eric's cock, and the strong smells from the front had me overwhelmed again. I struggled, and tightened. Eric grunted, "Boy you're gonna get me close if you keep doing that, You know I like it a little wild." I cried out, "Please don't cum in my ass sir, I'll do anything, I'm not on PreP." Eric started laughing back, "Good, I knew you wouldn't be boy, music to my ears. Unfortunately, you lost our little beer game, so this load is going so far up your ass, you're gonna taste it. You're gonna think of my face when you get that positive result at the doctor boy." Eric started picking up the pace, fucking deeply but not quite bottoming out on my ass. Frank was frustrated that I stopped licking his balls to cry out. "Ready for the main course, eh?" He pulled his foreskin back, and then put his cockhead in my mouth. I heard a grunt of pleasure before he started fucking my mouth. Eric was obviously turned on by this, "I thought I'd last longer on my first load boy, but I hope you're ready for me to flood your guts." I cried out and shook my head no, which was difficult with the cock in my mouth. He started to pump fast, bottoming out all the way on my ass, going all the way in with shorter, harder strokes. The sound of my ass clapping with each thrust. "Because, *CLAP*, here, *CLAP*, it, *CLAP*, COMES!" He grabbed my shoulder again to hold me down on his cock forcefully, I couldn't move. Instantly, I could feel his cock swelling and throbbing like never before. I felt such an intense pressure, as he unloaded his full balls in me. I could actually feel the jets of cum a couple of times, before it subsided. Frank stopped fucking my mouth to watch, and got very hard in my mouth. "Squeeze that tight pussy on my cock boy, you're gonna get every drop." I did as I was told, tears still running down my face, I squeezed, as he slowly pulled his cock out. "That's it boy - every drop - you earned it." As the head of his cock popped out, I felt a liquid running down my leg. Eric rushed to scoop it up and push some back inside. "Good boy, can't have you wasting my gift, can we?" Frank grunted in a low tone, "my turn." Frank and Eric swapped positions again, Eric still breathing hard. "Clean me up boy", said Eric, as he put his glistening cock in front of my face. I took it into my mouth, and could taste all of the cum, and my ass. That was my first time tasting my own ass. Frank lifted my ass up, and pulled my cock back so it was pointing straight downwards over the edge of the "horse". "Well that's a lot of precum on that leather boy, looks like someone is having fun!" He took some of the cum, and some of the lube, and started rubbing my cock up and down with one hand, while teasing my hole with his cock head. "I'm gonna make you cum first boy, so you're sober when you feel my load flooding your hole. Don't want you enjoying my gift too much. My balls might not look as big as Eric's, but you're gonna find out how big my load is soon enough." He started putting pressure on my hole with his cock head, while swirling his lubed, semi-rough hand around my cock. Eric spoke up after I had cleaned him, "Wait a minute, I want to taste the last neg load from this boy." Eric came around, and right as he took my cock into his mouth, Frank pushed and slid all the way into my ass in one motion. I couldn't help it, I started cumming immediately, harder than I ever had before, filling Eric's mouth. Frank reacted with excitement, "Oh fuck yeah boy, I can feel you clamping down on my thick cock, keep gripping it boy" He hurriedly started thrusting, his cadence and his breath shortening. "Aw fuck it's like churning butter in here, just the way I like it, I love a sloppy hole." He started slamming my ass, which now started to hurt more than before - I think since I had came, the pain now outweighed the pleasure. "Eric, give him some poppers, I want him loose when I breed him." Eric came around and put the bottle under my nose. I inhaled, and could feel myself dilating again. "Aw fuck that's it, love that loose sloppy hole. Nice and ready, beat up for my toxic sperm to take hold. Here it comes boy!" I could feel him releasing as he kept fucking, a warm fullness, and a huge sense of pressure as my ass was filled. He pumped 3 or 4 more times, and then rested with his cock all the way in my ass. "I always get girls like you pregnant the first time, I have potent sperm boy, you'll see." He slid out, and walked over to the front, and I saw both him and Eric looking down at me and smiling. "Now, you look pretty comfortable in there, so we are gonna leave you there until we are ready for round 2." * End of Part 2.

My fuck flu was pretty mild. I remember waking up one day and feeling like a truck hit me my lymph nodes were swollen and all my joints were achy but I had a raging hard on and I was super horny. I took an oraquick test and seen the 2 lines I jerked off and shot my first poz load. Then I called the poz trans girl that had fucked me and told her needless to say she came over and put a few more loads in me. I was sicker than a dog but super horny

Part 3 – Personal Attention Reggie stood up and collected the parTy supplies and placed them in the black leather bag. He then turned to Travis. I’m going into my room to continue. R: You can sit hear and wait for Garth or you can follow me. He’ll be fine right there. We’ll come back to check on him in a little while. T: Okay Reggie grabbed Travis and threw him over his shoulder. Travis was turned on by being manhandled. They entered a dark room with a bed in the center. That is all Travis could make out with the low lighting. Reggie threw the twink on the bed and threw him the black bag. R: Lets see how well you were paying attention. Go ahead and pack the bowl. And make it a big bowl. I wanna unlock you inner whore. Travis did not know why he was so turned on by being called a whore. He didn’t know why he was turned on by any of this. He followed the directions as well as he could remember and lit the bowl with the torch. The first hit was a huge success and huge cloud. R: That’s it my boy. That’s it. Here hand me that. Reggie took his hit and got next to Travis on the bed. He turned to Travis and blew the cloud right in his face while reaching for his nipples. Just a slight tug and a moan escaped the twink’s mouth. R: I want you to blow clouds on me but this time on my dick. You got that? Travis nodded and lit his bowl. He took a big hit and lowered his mouth on the black meat. He was able to get about half of it in his mouth before coughing up the cloud. Reggie rubbed the back of the twink’s head softly. R: Again Travis repeated but this time when he went to exhale, Reggie pushed him down further on this dick. Travis coughed trying to breath but the big black dick was cutting off his air. Reggie relented and let go just in time. R: Again Travis repeated this process until he was able to get all the the black meat down his throat. It was only for a few seconds but gawd did it make Reggie feel great. Each time Travis’s throat clenched his dick, he almost wanted to cum straight down his throat. But he was holding out. R: ok now get on all fours. I wanna see that ass winking at me. Travis complied and was head down ass up read for inspection. R: Mmm, nice smooth white boy pussy. Mmmm. Reggie lunged right in and pushed him tongue into the quivering hole. T: OOOOH MG. omg, ahhhhhhhhh That’s when Reggie realized the boy was hard trying to jerk off at a weird angle. He had not thought about the boys dick at all. It was a creamy white 7’’ but almost at thick as his own 9’’ meat. This brought an evil thought to his mind. R: do you want this big dick in your hole? T: yes, I need to get fucked. I want to give my virginity away. Take it from me. I’m giving it to you. Fuck me already please. R: Alright but I need you to do something for me first. It’s a bit evil and I think the T has helped me open your dark side. I wanna feed that dark side. I’ll be right back. Part 4 - Waking up Garth Reggie walked out of the room. A minute or two went by before reggie returned with Garth over his shoulder. He walked over to dimly lit corner of the room. Travis finally focused enough to make out a sling in the corner. He was strapping Garth into the sling. R: okay so I think it’s safe to tell you what the plan was when you got here. Now that you are tweaking hard, you will appreciate this. In those sodas was another drug called Gina. It calms shit down and relaxes while the tina energizes and makes your horny. you drink enough Gina and you pass out. You were supposed to pass out and placed in the sling for us to use. I think you are tweaked enough to do this voluntarily now. Am I wrong? T: No, I wanna get fucked in the sling. R: Thought so. Well someone couldn’t handle the plan and drank too much of the soda. He’ll be okay. In fact he should be waking up sooner rather than later. I want you to fuck him awake. Your load in him to get my load in you. Travis was shocked. How could that have been the plan? How could Garth have betrayed him like that. He knew the answer though. Tina – this evil drug that works magic on your body and mind. But could he actually go through with it? Rape his best friend? He had always pictured him getting fucked by Garth not the other way around. Travis kept trying to think straight but the evil Tina thoughts won out. Of course he wanted to rape his best friend, that cunt tried to set him up. T: I’ll do it. What do I do? Reggie lined him up with Garth’s body in the sling and pushed his head into the twunk’s ass. R: Eat his hole. Lick it right up. Lube that fucker up. Travis stuck out his tongue and had his first taste of hole. He was slobbering it up in no time. He was tongue fucking his friend like he was born to do it. With Garth knocked out still, his hole gave little resistance to the tongue invasion. Travis pulled away and pushed 2 fingers into the wet cunt. The soft feeling was strange to him but his dick jumped at the thought of being inside of his friend. He was ordered to push a third and then fourth finger into the sleeping hole. Reggie maneuvered around Travis and pushed his fingers into the hole. His fingers had 2 chunks of Tina between the fingers. He left the fingers in while the Tina melted away. Travis hadn’t caught it but was told to stand up straight. R: now don’t over think this kind guesture. Reggie got down on his knees and put Travis’s dick in his mouth. He quickly coated the dick with saliva and then got back up. R: Don’t ever think it. Just line it up with his hole. He’s out cold right now so his hole should be easy to slide into. Travis pushed forward and the feeling nearly overwhelmed him. He was holding his breath. He let it out as he bottomed out his thick meat inside of his friend. His best friend. His beautiful bitch of a friend. Travis felt his friend’s ass grip his dick like a soft glove. He slowly rocked back and forth. R: Now don’t do that. Don’t soft fuck him. You’re not laying with a lover. You are fucking a little whore who loves the dick. Travis heard the words and picked up his pace. He was slamming into the sleeping body with intent to leave sore. Reggie walked around to Garth’s head and opened some smelling salts and placed them in Garth’s nostrils. This jolted the poor boy awake. Awake but still out of it. He was trying to come to but moaning every other sound. Travis had stopped in his tracks and waited for his friend to get more awake. As soon as Garth was able to look up at Travis, Travis pulled all the way out and slammed his thick meat straight back in. This kicked all the air out of Garth and he was stuck in a different daze. His hole gripped down on the invading dick. Travis responded with another pull out and slam in. He continued to fuck him like that until Garth was no longer gasping for air. He was in moaning mode. G: Whaaaats going on? Why am I in here? Mmmmm R: Travis is just waking you up from your G-hole. Dont you just love his thick dick? You never told me he had such a great dick. G: Ohhhh! Mmmmm But I'm supposed to top. Ohhhhh. T: Plans change Travis grips Garth by the waist and long dicks him again. This time he's cumming into the used hole of his best friend. T: I'm cumming. I'm cumming Reggie grabs Travis by the shoulders R: Congratulations on becoming a man. Hope you liked the feeling of nutting in a whore. But now its your turn to be fucked like a bitch. get back on your fours.

I have just join, 36 Cambridge UK. Been fucking raw for a while now and love every second. When I take my first load of the day I just feel so good and my ass just wants more. Looking to organise my first cumdump session very soon so would love to know any tips you have. Especially about advertising and getting tops to turn up!

I was a thirty-six year old poz guy of average height and weight with short hair and beard, glasses, callused hands with grease under my thick nails from my job in a junkyard, almost seven cut inches and size 12 feet. I had been poz for half a dozen years. Being a Top I didnt get pozzed the usual way, instead it was from a dirty dentist I found in an ad in the newspaper when I had a bad toothache. I had caught the flu and felt like I had been beaten in an alley and stayed in bed for three weeks getting up just to eat and go to the bathroom. I then felt well enough to make it to the doctor who ran tests which confirmed the quack that pulled my bad tooth had contaminated me via the hole where the tooth was, likely when he sewed up the gum. I had tried to contact him but by then he had been closed down and subsequently disappeared. I was back to work a month and a half later thanks to the kindness of a boss who himself was poz. I was careful how I fucked, rubbering up when I fucked neg asses or when the guy asked me to wrap it. It was a couple of years later when I pozzed my first neg. The asshole was a chaser in his twenties who had a bright future ahead of him but looked and acted like a loser. He said he had tested neg and his last sex before we met was getting sucked off by an old troll just before getting tested. I hid my excitement as we went to the cheap hourly no-tell motel. Once there he dropped to his knees, unbuckled my belt, opened my fly, pulled at the waistband of my undershorts and fished out my dick. He kissed it and sucked it into his mouth, humming, and sucked on it until it was just about fully hard. "You sure want it, dont you?" I remarked. He kissed my dick again and we stripped. He was an average for his age, an inch or two under six feet and about ten lbs. under my 190. His shoulder length blond hair as well as the rest of him looked healthy and I wondered why someone in great physical shape wanted to throw away what could have been a fabulous life. Then again I thought of my thrill of having a fantastic feeling orgasm in him when I filled his ass with my dangerous cum. He said he had been a letterman in high school and college and had a degree that would lead to high paying jobs and asked me about my job. I admitted working in the junkyard pulling, sorting, inspecting and cataloging auto parts but he seemed to actually like me for being strong and in shape as a result of my job. I had him suck my dick to full hardness and he obeyed, then he lay on his stomach on the bed and spread his legs while I greased-up my loggerhead. Once greased I spat on his hole and mounted him. I put my dick to his hole, rubbed it an inch or two, then I lunged, letting my weight and pelvic thrust drive it home as he yelped from the pain. He wasnt a virgin but he hadnt been fucked much either so his hole was still nice and tight the way I prefer them. It would also facilitate my dick tearing him up inside to create fissures to further enable my poz sperms to pass my virus into his bloodstream. Once hilted I flexed my dick in him and fucked him. He whined at first but after my first dozen self-satisfying thrusts he was used to it and was loving it after my second dozen. I myself was loving how good my dick felt in his cunt as I fucked away. I set a steady pace just to enjoy the good feeling of fucking him and knowing my virus-laden precum was also doing its work to put my first wave of virus into his system. I then gradually increased my pace after being satisfied that I had torn up his rectum sufficiently to give my HIV easy passage into him. I fucked him with gay abandon, enjoying myself as I began breathing hard and starting to work up a sweat. My pelvis sometimes slapped his ass as I fucked him good. My sperms welled-up and the rocketed out of my dick into his ass as I repeatedly slammed it home with a series of hip-snaps that made him flinch with each one. My dick was in seventh heaven as I pumped my poz sperms up his ass. I was grinning from ear to ear as I enjoyed my best orgasm since the night I brutally broke an asshole's cherry and we laughed at his crying in the pain my prick enjoyed putting to him with each thrust in his sore hole while my buddies held him down over two decades earlier. I rested on his back enjoying my conquest of him and how he lovingly massaged my weapon with his ass muscles to milk any remaining cum out of my dick. "Man you're the best piece of ass I had in twenty years." I said. He replied that he was so turned on by getting fucked by me he had cummed without touching his dick. That was most likely his last neg load he'd ever shoot. I decided to remain on his back and maybe take a nap while I reloaded and add a second load. I rested and enjoyed how good laying on his back felt with my dick buried in his ass to keep my sperms mashed against his anal walls. I knew he wasnt too comfortable under me but all I cared about was the enjoyment I derived from fucking him, shooting off my dirty cum inside him and knowing it would change his life. I dozed off and awoke three quarters of an hour later, my dick softened but still partially in his hole. I flexed it and made slight movements to start re-hardening it and gradually brought it back to full stiffness in him, then I began piston-thrusting. I fucked to get my second load off as fast as possible since my first fuck had already prepared his rectum to take my cum and virus. I fucked him good and came in a good fifteen minutes, shooting a good feeling load up his ass. My penis pulsed with pleasure as I added my second load of poz to the first. I felt good getting my rocks off pozzing him. I thrust until I was spent and rested. He gushed on how great a stud I wad to fuck him twice. I thanked him and told him how enjoyable pozzing him felt. A few minutes later I pulled out. I checked my dick and his hole. I grinned when I saw the traces of blood mixed with my dirty cum on my dick and his hole. He didnt have a butt plug but his decently tight hole would hold most of my cum in him which would give it ample chance to infect him. I had him suck my dick clean but didnt urinate in his mouth. I did piss in the john and we got dressed. He kissed my dick and balls before I finished pulling up my undershorts. We checked out and exchanged numbers. I headed home, my sexual needs and pleasure satiated. I checked with him a month later. My dick hardened when I finally contacted him and he said he felt like shit from the flu. He said he would get checked out. A week later he called back but sounded like he was crying. He tested poz and told me what his doctor told him. I told him if he took his meds and did the other things he should he'd stay healthy. I had a feeling he likely wouldnt be as diligent as I was and would end up dying in a hospice. He was OK the first few years but he took too many "holidays" so his meds didnt work as well when he did take them. I did fuck him a few times before his health declined too much and then we didnt contact each other as much. Last I heard he was sick and in the county hospital.

I'm going to try something a little different. This story will have just three or four parts. I think it'll be easier to complete it if it has an ending. Hope you pigs enjoy it. This story was inspired by a buddy of mine, Adam. I sent him the picture below and he said "He’d fuck me in the back of the minivan next to the car seat after he tells his wife he has some errands to run." So that inspired me to write a story. 🙂 ======================================== The guy had a blank profile on Grindr. Normally I just cruise on by those profiles unless they send me a picture right away. I never have a problem getting laid because I’m a hot little 25 year old piece of ass, covered in dark fur on my chest and ass and, most importantly, a total slut. I rarely say no when a top asks to breed my ass. I don’t really care what they look like, but the bigger the cock the better. This one obviously caught my eye. Huge and fat, with giant balls, sticking out of his cargo shorts. The picture only showed his dad bod, shorts and that amazing cock. I was desperate to worship it. I wanted to impale my hole on it and feel it slam all the way into my cunt. I immediately fantasized about him fucking me in the back of a minivan next to a car seat, after telling his wife he had some errands to run and wouldn’t be back for a couple of hours. My dick immediately got hard thinking about it and my hole puckered. I replied to him right away and unlocked my extra pictures. He quickly replied and said “Good. You’re not going to waste my time. I wanna fuck you now. You in? I don’t have all night.” Damn. I love it when they’re super horny and completely direct. I couldn’t say yes fast enough, and told him I’d need a few minutes to clean out then he could fuck me wherever he wanted, as many times as he wanted. He told me to meet him in the park, near a cruising area. It was dark, what did I have to lose? Nothing, and hopefully I’d get a few loads in my hole from the t-room afterwards. It had been a few weeks since I had gotten fucked and my hole was hungry. I also had a week off from work, so I could stay up as late as I wanted, being a pig. My phone dinged again. It was him. “Be there in 30 minutes. Don’t be late, boy.” I put down my phone, cleaned out quickly and drove to the cruisy section of the park wearing shorts, a tank top, a tight jockstrap and a cap. My typical cruising/slut/pig outfit. Of course it was in a remote area adjacent to the golf course where few people went. There was a bathroom at the start of a trail that went into the woods and a couple of cars parked in a small gravel lot. He’d seen a photo of my face, but I only knew what his fat cock and cargo shorts looked like. That could be anyone. I stood next to my car, letting my eyes adjust to the darkness, looking at my phone when I saw the lights of a car near the edge of the parking lot flash. I walked over to a large SUV, walked around the passenger side and he rolled down the window. “What the fuck are you waiting for, boy? Get in the fucking car, faggot.” Oh that’s how it was going to go, huh? I got in and looked over to see a hot Daddy with dark hair and a face full of heavy chin scruff. Another week and it’d be a full beard. My cock started to get hard. His was already hard and sticking out of his shorts. “Get over here and suck my dick so I can fuck your pussy. Now.” I quickly dropped my shorts and got in the car, leaning over to take his huge dick down my throat. Nothing sent me further into a cock sucking trance then deep throating a huge dick. Dad Bod Guy wasn’t interested in my pleasure, though. He was only interested in controlling my head so he could fuck my face. He grabbed my neck and pulled me down so I was gagging. Over and over he used my mouth without any thought to my pleasure or desire, because he knew I was a faggot. He knew I was a cocksucker. He knew that using my mouth like it was a hole gave me intense pleasure but even if it didn’t he’d still fuck my face because it felt good to him. My pleasure or distress didn’t interest him. He didn’t let me breathe easily, and fucked my mouth hard, making me gag so much that after a few minutes I started to feel like I was going to pass out. Finally he pulled me up and let me catch my breath. I looked up at his handsome 40-ish face and he immediately spat a huge loogie into my eye. “Filthy fucking whore. You ready for more?” I just moaned. He laughed at me and said “Ready or not, I’m fuckin your pussy. Get in the back.” I got out of the car and crawled in the back, where the seats had all been folded down so it was a large flat area. “Hands and knees, faggot.” I instantly obeyed and stuck my ass up. “Back it up, boy.” He was standing under the tailgate, with his pants off, a small light on the inside illuminating what we were doing. He clearly didn’t give a shit if anyone saw us fucking. I backed up so my ass was sticking out of the tailgate. He was short, about 5’6” tall but built like a rugby player. A thick chest covered in dark black hair, along with a thick middle finished with a big ass, also covered in thick hair. Then there was that cock. , thick, fat, cut and hard as steel. My head was on the floor of the truck, waiting desperately for him. I still hadn’t said a word. I finally opened my mouth and moaned. “Please Daddy. I need it in my pussy. Please fuck me.” He laughed behind me, and said “Oh faggot, I’m gonna fuck you hard. But first you need a little help to take it to the next level.” I couldn’t see what he was doing, but I could hear him open a compartment on the side of the truck, and a zipper open. Then I heard him rustling with a few things behind and felt his finger enter my cunt. I moaned loudly and then, all of a sudden I felt a burning in my hole. Uh oh. He was dosing me with Tina. Fuck. Oh well, I’m a slut who never says no to chemicals, particularly when they’re administered by a hot fireplug Daddy with a giant fat cock. “You like that fag?” I just moaned louder and hissed “YESSSSSSSSSS DADDDDDDY.” I could feel my pulse start to go faster and my cunt get hungrier. He laughed again and said “Get ready. Here we go, little boy.” I moaned louder and then felt his scruffy face pressed against my hole, scratching me up. But I didn’t care because the booty bump he gave me was hitting me hard. I reached back, pulled my cheeks apart and pushed my hole into his mouth. He moaned loudly and continued to eat my ass, making sure to get my pussy as wet as possible. From somewhere behind me, I heard another voice. “Dude, that’s fucking hot. You gonna fuck that whore?” “Of course I am. You wanna use him after I’m done? Bet you he won’t say no.” “Fuck yeah!” I couldn’t see what the guy looked like but the tina in my hole guaranteed that I wasn’t going to say no, no matter who the other man standing there was. Dad Bod Guy (DBG) shoved his face back in my hole and continued to eat my cunt until I was begging for it. “Pleeeeease…….I have to have your cock in my hole. Please, Daddy!” I heard the other door open and a pair of shorts hit the floor. The other guy climbed in beside me, crawled up, turned my baseball cap around and shoved his cock in my mouth. It was fat and uncut with one of those foreskins that covered the head, even when he was hard. I licked under his foreskin and he shoved his cock all the way down my throat. From behind me, DBG pulled his face away from my cunt and I moaned around the fat cock in my mouth. I needed him inside me, but he was still teasing me with his fingers. I pushed back on his fingers and felt that burning sensation again. The motherfucker had dosed me with another booty bump. I looked up and got a good look at the new guy, he was a hot college aged white kid with a blonde buzz cut, a well defined body and a thick trail of blonde hair marching down his stomach to meet up with his pubes and fat uncut dick. He was a hot fucker who was clearly insanely horny. We were all sweating like pigs because we were outside in July. The second booty bump was kicking in and I knew I just needed to go along for the ride and do what I was told. Get both my holes filled with cocks. As many as possible. Finally, DBG (I still didn’t know his name) said “You ready for my cock, faggot?” I took Blondie’s cock out of my mouth and quickly said “FUCK ME SIR! PLEASE!” and then gagged my throat on Blondie’s cock again. He moaned loudly and started to slowly fuck my face. “DAMN, pig. I gotta be careful. I wanna breed your hole. Can’t waste my load in your mouth.” DBG slid his cock into my hole which had been relaxed and well lubed from the ass eating and crystal. He groaned loudly as his huge fat cock quickly buried itself to the root in my cunt. I couldn’t stop moaning with a combination of pain and pleasure. His cock was huge and spit was the only lube, but the drugs were making my asshole really hungry and their cocks were filling both of my holes full of fat Daddy and college boy cock. DBG started to pound my pussy really hard, and from out of his mouth came a non-stop stream of filth. “You fucking whore, god what a well used pussy you have. Just fucking opened up for my cock without any lube. Filthy little fag. I Love fucking little whore cunts like you…..” And on and on. I was in fucking pig boy heaven. His dirty talk trailed off after a few minutes, as his speed picked up and I could tell he was close to breeding my hole. I desperately wanted his load and took Blondie’s cock out of my mouth to beg for his load. “Please fuck me Daddy. FUUUUUUUUCK ME. I need your load in my pussy! Please knock your boy up, I wanna have your fucking babies! Fucking make me pregnant!” I continued to babble incoherently while DBG kept pounding me as hard as he could. After a couple of minutes more, he slowed down and pounded me hard with a last few thrusts and then suddenly stopped. I could feel his huge fat cock throbbing inside my pussy. I knew he was loading my hole up with sperm just like I’d been begging. I told him I wanted his babies inside me and he’d obliged by dumping a huge load deep in my ass. DBG laid on my back, catching his breath, and his cock slowly slipped out of my hole. I moaned loudly as my pussy let go of its master. He had taken control of me and bred me full of his sperm. I was a really happy boy. Just then the blonde guy tapped me on the face and I looked up. “Turn around, RIGHT NOW. Gotta get inside there, now that you’re lubed up.” DBG handed something to to Blondie and he laughed and said “Another one? Fuck, you’re not messing around.” I quickly turned around, and took DBG’s cock in my mouth to clean it off while, unbeknownst to me, Blondie was putting another shard of T under his foreskin. I was about to get dosed again. Did I care? Of course not. I learned to be a complete drug slut early in life and never said no to drugs. Blondie quickly slid his cock into my hole and started to slowly fuck me. My cunt was on fire with lust and after a few strokes, I could feel the huge load already in my pussy begin to churn a little bit. Then I felt the burn and knew they’d dosed me again. Blondie started to fuck me hard, I knew he was really turned on by how hard his cock was in my mouth and now I could feel his dick in my hole, even harder if that was possible. His cock wasn’t nearly as fat as DBG’s but it was longer. He was really reaming me out, lubed by DBG’s huge load of sperm. I knew he wasn’t going to last long and after just a couple of minutes he jackhammered my hole and added his load to my cumdump. I fucking loved it and reached around behind to hold his cock in my pussy as long as I could. After a couple of minutes, DBG finally got me out of my cum stupor and said “hey faggot. You want more loads? It’s a nice warm night and only 10, bet some randos are lurking around who’d wanna piece of that pussy.” Blondie pulled out of my hole, which just made it ache for more cock. He and Blondie both laughed as they got dressed. I just laid in the back of DBG’s car catching my breath, spun out of my head from the booty bumps they’d given me. After a few minutes, DBG reached over and said “Hey fag, come on. Don’t drip cum on my floor. Here are your clothes, go put them in your car, and put your keys in your shoe.” I looked kind of bewildered and confused. He slapped me across the face and brought me back to reality. “Now, boy!” I scrambled out of the car and heard the tailgate close behind me. I squeezed my cheeks together to keep the two thick loads inside my hole. Blondie slapped me on the ass, laughed and said “you are gonna get your hole raped hard, kid.” Then he turned to DBG and said “Hey, Dad, here,” and tossed a thick bag of tina to DBG. Wait. WHAT? DAD? If I hadn’t been completely spun out of my mind and afflicted with tina dick, I would’ve been instantly hard. They both smiled at me and DBG said “Yes. I’m his Dad. Now come on faggot. You’ve got an appointment with some stranger’s cocks.”