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I walked to my car and me with friends and then went home around 9pm. When I got home Rick was on the couch in his bedroom watching TV. I went in sat by him and gave him a kiss. He kissed me back and we started to make out. Kissing and our hands roaming each other. He played with my tits and ass and with the plug in my ass. I was moaning and panting. He then flipped me over on my knees pulled down my underwear, pulled out the plug and started to eat my ass. I moaned and pushed back on his mouth. It felt so good. He hasn't eaten me out in a while, understandably as it was a lot of blood. He then fingered my and I could feel his fingernails cut into me. Rather than yell in pain, I actually moaned and pushed back into his finger and said "Yes Daddy make me pregnant. Knock me up please, I need you" moaning. He scraped me more. It hurt like hell but I just put my head down. He then put his hard cock at my hole and eased it in. I just moaned and pushed back. It hurt a bit but not as much as before with the toothbrush. I grunted and pushed back meeting his thrust. He fucked me hard, pounding into me. "Ohhh fuck Daddy fuck me, make me yours please. Mark me with your seed, charge my cunt" I begged "Yeah boy your fucking pussy is hungry I feel it milking my cock, you fucking slut" he said fucking me and slapping my ass. He rode me like that for a good 10 minutes when I felt his spasm and then he erupted his charged warm semen in me, marking me with his DNA. I squeezed hard milking his cock and also started to cum. "Ohhh I'm cumming from the inside again" I moaned He picked up his pace again pushing deep into me. "Milk me bitch" he said still pounding into me. I worked my ass on him and tried to milk every drop of his seed out of his huge pipe. "Ohhh yeah boy that feels sooo good. Your cunt is amazing" he moaned grinding deep into me. I swear I felt more cum leak out of him deep in my second hole. Finally after rutting into me for another minute he finally pulled out. I turned around. His cock was covered in ass juice, and cum and some blood. I didn't care and leaned in and cleaned him off. It was salty and irony and musty. Then he kissed me. "Good boy" he said. "Thank you Daddy" I replied kissing him. I am in love.

I finished my work and then went to class. I was still horny and I managed to get thru the day. As I was walking back to my car and passed by the building with the bathroom. I actually passed it but couldn't resist and turned around and walked back and went into the basement bathroom. When I entered there was someone in the stall already. I went into the stall next to it and sat down. Shortly he moved his side of the toilet paper holder and I did the same. He put his hard cock thru. It was a nice 7" and I began to lick it and suck it. No words, just moans from the other side. I kept sucking him and after a few minutes I head him breathe hard and felt his cock expand and twitch and a few seconds he started to erupt in my mouth. He has a nice huge load about 7-8 spurts of hot cum. I swirled it around his cock and taste him which was salty. Then swallowed. After a minute he pulled his cock back closed his side and then left the bathroom. I wiped my mouth as some cum had leaked out. I saw there and waiting. The next guy came in about 5 minutes later. He did the same thing. When his cock came thru the hole it was a nice older cock 8" but fatter with a mushroom head. He said "Suck it faggot". I leaned in and started sucking and licking. He moaned and talked more than the last guy calling me a faggot and a nice sissy mouth and cum whore. "Pull down your pants and let me fuck your hole. I bet you want it" he said as he pulled his cock back thru the hole "Sorry just here to suck cock" I said "Fucking tease" he said and pushed his cock back thru the hole and I began sucking him. After a few minutes he moaned and started to cum in my mouth. He tasted more sweet and creamy. I swallowed and licked him clean. "If you ever want to get fucked I also go to the public park on the other side of town near the rest stop. I am sure your mouth would be popular. Or I teach in English Literature. Take my class and I will fuck you everyday" he said. He left. I decided to leave and then went go and meet my friends for drinks. As I was walking up the stairs I saw another older man thin balding walking down with his bag. He looked like faculty. A part of me wanted to walk down again and give him a bj but I decided not as he would know what I looked like. As we passed he smiled at me and said hi and I felt like he knew where I had been and what I was doing. Oh well. I walked to my car and me with friends and then went home around 9pm.

After hugging and kissing more, he put the butt plug back in me and we got ready for bed. We lay in bed talking about our day and told him about my adventure to the bathroom to suck cock. He said I should do that at least once a day. I asked him about the bathroom the last guy I blew talked about and if I should go there. He said I should stay away as it's a heavy hook up place and while I may just go to suck cock I might easily get fucked bare even if I protested. He said I would be very popular there. I told him I would go the bathroom on campus and stay away from the rest stop restroom place. He also asked if the Professor fingered me or had me suck his cock again like the other day. I told him not since the other day and he said that if I wanted to suck his cock that's fine just no fucking. I told him I would comply. I asked why he wanted me to go to the bathroom to give guys bjs and he said in time I will realize. We ended there and we both fast fell asleep. We both woke up at the same time and Rick already had morning wood and then mounted me not before scraping my insides with his fingernails. He fucked me with purpose and little passion. I didn't care and enjoyed his fucking in any form. It hurt more as there was more and deeper scraping in my anus. He kept fucking me for about 10 minutes on all fours and then finishing me on my back. He finally came in me and again so did I without touching my hands. After we lay there making out he said, "I love how you have embraced being a bottom and enjoying all the pleasure that comes from it". "I thank you for that Daddy. In all my wildest dreams of all the women I have fucked over the years, I would never guess I be with another man like this, let alone be the bottom and enjoy it so much. And not just the sex but the male intimacy and erotic nature of it" I said. "You are welcome my boy. I do think those few times of bj and handjobs with other guys including your swimming coach was probably a good clue you wanted this" Rick responded I thought about it and said "You are probably right but it took you to bring it out of me. I owe you a lot and now hopefully you will get me pregnant" "I will baby don't worry. You will be knocked up soon and so much more pleasure and experiences wait for you on the other side" he said We kissed for a little while and then got ready for work and left the house. As I drove to campus the feeling of having his sperm in me and the butt plug in me made me feel so complete.

Excellent fucking from my "Boy". And his friend! Technically my stud isn't a boy anymore. He's 25. But extremely virile. Ruggedly handsome and he fucks me so good a few times a week. BIG cock too (8"). And this time he brought a friend. Friend watched him giving it to me really good. Like he wanted to perform for his friend 🙂 Long fuck. I came and he finally nutted deep in my ass. Friend took his turn. Cock not as big as my Boy but he gave it t me good too. Friend is a bit rougher. Fucked hard. He pumped his load in deep and then watched me getting a second load from Boy stroking his cock. Boy fucked even longer before he shot his load. Making me cum again in the process. And then he said to his friend "you wanna go again too?". YES! He mounted me and banged away. He hammered my hole! Made me cum again!!! Boy was cheering him on to fuck my "Daddy ass" even harder. Fuck I thought he would never cum! Flithy mouth too (I love that hehe). I like being a "dirty Daddy". He almost growled when he came. Pretty exhausting but so good! It's been a while since I orgasmed three times! when they were leaving I told Friend he was welcome anytime to join Boy hehe!! This was one to remember 😉

Part 2: The Hunter and the Prey (bunny) - Sling catch The humid air of the sauna hall wraps around me, a smell of chlorine and sweat. On my bare feet, I slowly walk over the wet tiles. I can feel the heat of desire around me. Some music is playing, a beat that vibrates through the tiled floor, up my bare feet and into my chest. Or is it my heart ? Pumping from excitement and nervousness. My yellow jock, a vibrant splash of color against my pale skin, feels tight around my body . But I'm not the only one... Men, some in towels, some in jocks of various colors, their bodies glistening under the lights , sweating, hunting, or being hunted. The guys wearing collared jocks all wear different ones. I see blue, red, green, and so on... But no one has the same color as each other . We all seem to wear a daring invitation to the guys wearing white towels -an invitation to play when you find a matching egg. They are gazing at us, gazing at me... My eyes dart around, taking in the men around me, laughing, cruising, disappearing into darker corners, into saunas, whirlpools, and pools. The cheers , the grunts, the unapologetic sensuality of it all give me a thrilling, almost overwhelming rush. Wherever I watch, I can see face-colored eggs laying around, ready to grab. I can see my own yellow color too, in some places. They are even floating in the whirlpool . So ... I guess more guys can match with me? Who will be the first one to grab it? Who will match himself with me? Photo walking in the sauna I wander deeper into the building, each hallway and room revealing a new place of desire. A steam room hisses as I watch into it through the open glass doors. I can see bodies pressed against each other , sounds of desire and pleasure. There are dark rooms, relax rooms, you name it. My breath itches in my throat from the scent of the steamy saunas , a knot of anticipation tightening in my gut. I can feel eyes on me, tracing the curve of my ass through the thin yellow fabric, lingering on the slight bulge of my cock. The thought sends a shiver down my spine as I walk on. A hand, warm and firm, suddenly stops me, holding me at my belly. I flinch and glance at the guy on my left, who is blocking my path, my gaze locking with a pair of intense, emerald green eyes. He stands there, almost chilling against the wall, smiling at me. He is a towering presence. Red, curly hair, a strong face with a trimmed red beard accentuating a strong jaw. A golden necklace with a scorpion pendant gleams against his white-reddish skin ; it rests on his massive chest. His nipples look like knots, pointing a bit downward from his muscular chest, and right under it, a six- pack. Huge and strong muscular arms, his right one covered in tattoos. He is wearing a white towel, low around his waist. He's massive, a wall of muscular and hard flesh. "Lost, little bunny?" His voice is a low rumble, his gaze locked on me. "Looks like I found my Easter treat. You're matching, kid," while he holds a yellow plastic egg in the air, right in front of my face . That means we will play... he laughs. His gaze drops to my jockstrap, then back up to my eyes, with a smirk on his lips. His fingers brush my hips. His hand and fingers feel warm and tender. I almost can't speak a word, but I manage to stumble ... "Just... exploring." He chuckles, a deep, resonant sound, still keeping his hand on my hip. "Exploring, are we?" His thumb brushes over the sensitive skin of my belly, a feather-light touch that makes my nipples harden. "I can show you a few places to explore -places you might like." He lifts the yellow egg, twirling it between his fingers. "This means you're mine to play with now, doesn't it?" My heart is pounding against my ribs. *Mine.* That word sounds primal, like the hunter has caught me as his prey..... I am the prey!?!? I am feeling both terrified and exhilarated . "I... I guess so , " I stutter out , still impressed by the huge muscular guy. His smirk widens, predatory and alluring. "Good boy." He taps my underbelly, a possessive gesture. "I'm James." His fingers remain on my underbelly and hip. It feels rough and warm, sending a shiver down my spine. I can see his golden scorpion pendant swinging slightly as he leans in, bending over to me. His mouth and face are next to mine, his breath warm against my neck and ear. He whispers, "And I'm gonna show you what a real Easter hunt feels like." "Luke." I stumble as the words escape my lips softly. "Okay..."..... I can feel my cock jump a bit in my jock. His breath is hot against my ear, and his beard scratches my cheek. My knees feel weak. "Luke." He savors my name, letting it roll off his tongue. "Come with me, Luke. I know just the place for a curious little bunny like you." He doesn't wait for a response, grabs my hand, and turns, pulling me gently but firmly behind him. His towel shifts, revealing a glimpse of massive, muscular thighs-ridged with veins. For a second, I forget how to breathe while he pulls me through the hallway and the crowd. I follow, a willing lamb to the slaughter, my body already buzzing with anticipation. We weave through the crowd, James's broad shoulders parting the sea of men. He leads me down a dimly lit corridor, away from the pulsating heart of the main hall. The music softens, replaced by a symphony of grunts, moans, and the rhythmic creak of ropes. A new scent fills the air: leather, sweat, and something musky, primal. My eyes adjust to the gloom, and I see a series of rooms-leather curtains serving as doors to each of them. James pulls me into one, stepping inside ahead of me. It's dark, barely lit, but larger than I expected. The sounds intensify as we walk in. A sharp crack, a yelp, then a guttural moan. My eyes widen as they adjust to the poor light. There are hanging leather slings all around . I glimpse a tattooed Latin man, his back glistening with sweat, thrusting furiously into a pale, smooth-skinned guy lying in a leather sling. The guy in the sling is moaning, his legs spread wide, held in place by the sling, his ass a bruised red. "Fuck me, daddy! Breed me! Fill me with your poz load!" The words, raw and desperate, slice through the air, clear and unmistakable. The Latin guy grunts, his hips pumping harder, a wet, sloppy sound with each thrust. A shiver, a mixture of fear and intense curiosity, shoots through me. That guy is begging for this fuck ; he is begging for his load... a so-called *Poz load*. The words hang in the air, a dark, alluring whisper, unsure of what they mean, while James stands close to me. Almost automatically, I grab around his waist, both scared and aroused by what I am seeing. That guy around my age is getting fucked hard and willingly . My cock twitches in my jockstrap ; my mouth suddenly dry. Photo Luke and James He glances at the guys fucking in the sling, then back at me, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes as I hold on to him, my jock pressed tight against his leg. His fingers trace the waistband of my jock, teasingly sensitive on my skin. "You like watching, Luke?" His voice is a low growl, barely audible over the wet slap of skin beside us. "I can feel your cock getting hard. It is pressing against my leg , " while he grins at me. "Tell me-does it make your hole clench?" His thumb hooks under the elastic of my jock, his fingers slowly guiding and exploring inside. I can feel his warm fingers on my bare ass. I swallow hard, my eyes darting between James's intense stare and the brutal rhythm of the Latin guy's hips. "I-" A particularly loud moan cuts me off, the younger guy arching as his ass takes every inch. "I've never... done that," I admit, breathless. The confession feels heavy, as if I am revealing a secret. He keeps his fingers on my jocks waistband, teasing, playing with it. "Virgin," he murmurs, not asking but repeating as if it were a revelation. His gaze darkens, pupils blown wide. The scorpion pendant on his necklace glitters as he comes closer. "You picked a hell of a place to lose it, bunny." His chuckle is rough, approving. In the meanwhile, he slowly guides me toward an empty sling. I can feel the cold leather sling bouncing against me as he guides me into place. The cold metal chains on the ceiling make a sound as soon as I touch the leather sling. "Watch them," he orders, nodding at the Latin guy and the white boy fucking right in the sling next to us. The Latin man is fucking his boy with brutal precision. "See how he takes it? How he *wants* it?" His hands find my hips, kneading. "That could be you." James's fingers hook into my jockstrap, peeling it down slowly. Cool air hits my exposed skin, making me shiver. My ass is getting exposed, my cock a bit hard, popping out and free. James lets my jock fall to the ground and gestures me to step out of it, as I do. "Tell me, Luke," he murmurs, lips grazing my ear, "do you want a fuck like that? Hard? Limitless?" His tongue licks my lobe. "I'll start gentle... but I won't stay gentle." The leather creaks beneath me as James pulls me up in the sling. My legs spread instinctively, exposing everything. My gaze flicks between James-his massive chest looming over me-and the Latin guy still pounding into his boy. The raw sounds, their sweat dripping onto leather, the way the younger guy's toes curl. It 's hypnotic. The Latin guy pulls out completely , his cock glistening, thick veins pulsing, his balls tight. The boy whimpers, his hole twitching empty for just a second before that slick, swollen cock slams back inside him. The impact echoes... wet... brutal... The boy screams, his back arching off the sling. My own cock aches, untouched. "I-I want it," I whimper . The surrender sends a shiver down my spine. But this is what I was craving - a fuck like that boy. No thinking, no holding back, no shame, just intense pleasure... My fingers dig into the leather sling beneath me, my legs spread wider instinctively. I lift my legs and hook my feet into the leather supports. The leather straps feel cold but gentle on my skin as I lean back, my ass free and up in the air, my body open, vulnerable. The sensation is strange, exhilarating. My blond curly hair brushes against the cool leather of the backrest. James steps closer, his eyes scanning over my exposed body. My chest, smooth and hairless ; my stomach, flat and tight ; my shaven pubes ; my semi-hard cock. My ass, round and tight, is presented to him, an invitation for his pleasure. He reaches out, his rough hands softly brushing and exploring over my body , mapping my body like a territory to conquer. His thumbs circle my nipples until they get hard. His fingers trail down my trembling stomach to the inner side of my groin. He touches me, grabbing my balls and hardening cock, while his thumb touches my hole. My body is trembling with a mixture of nerves and raw desire , his eyes full of lust. "Look at you," he murmurs, his voice thick with approval as his fingers trace the curves of my ass. His other hand is at my chin, forcing my gaze up to meet his. "Spread out like a fucking present just for me." His thumb brushes over my bottom lip before he leans down, his beard scratching against my jaw as he starts to kiss me. His lips and tongue feel warm. His tongue enters my mouth, caught in a wrestle with mine. The golden scorpion pendant swings between us, cool metal brushing my chest. a stark contrast to the heat of his body pressing against mine. His kiss is rough, all tongue and teeth. His tongue feels so damn good. I feel the scratch of his beard against my skin. I can only gasp into it, my hands gripping the leather sling from Extase . His scent, spicy, musk, and something darker as I inhale. I kiss him back intensely , his warm muscular body almost pressed against me while he stands there bent over me. I can feel his towel still wrapped around his hips against my thighs , his cock swelling insistently against us , pushing hot and thick through the fabric. My stomach tightens, my own cock twitching in response. I need this. After a few minutes, he pulls back from the kiss just enough to let me catch my breath. It feels like hours, and I really want to keep doing this. I can hear his own breath in my ear before he kisses it gently. His lips trail down by my ear to my jaw. My lips open, ready to take another deep kiss, but instead, he slowly works his way down my throat . His teeth graze the hollow of my collarbone as his hands run over my naked body. They roam lower, fingers tracing the dip of my waist before gripping my hips dominantly . " I am gonna taste every inch of you," he growls against my skin, the words vibrating through me as his tongue flicks over a nipple, teasing it. They get hard and wet, peeking between his soft lips. He nibbles softly on them before moving lower and lower , his beard scratching a path down my trembling stomach. The scorpion pendant swings between us, cool gold brushing my skin as he sinks to his knees, his breath hot against my inner thighs, followed by his warm tongue and lips. My fingers tangle in his red curls almost instinctively. His thumbs press into the soft flesh of my ass, spreading me open with deliberate slowness, exposing my hole to the humid air. I can feel his warm breath against it ; he is watching it. After some seconds, I feel a first slow swipe of his tongue ; it is experimental, a teasing lick over my twitching hole that makes my whole body jump. "Christ, you're tight," he murmurs against me, his voice rough with hunger before diving in again, this time firmer, wetter, his tongue working me open in slow, deliberate circles pressed against my tight hole , his beard scratching over the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. The sensation is almost electric ; it's overwhelming ...and I arch off the sling with a choked moan Every lick of his tongue feels like heaven and ecstasy . It tickles , it scratches, it is warm and wet. I can only moan. My fingers twist in the leather straps as his tongue delves deeper. It feels restless, wet, insistent, relentless. The wet heat of his mouth, the scrape of his beard against my thighs, the obscene sounds of him *devouring* me... he is eating my hole... it's too much and not enough all at once. My cock is dripping onto my stomach, untouched, as he groans against my hole. The vibration sends another shockwave through me. "Fuck, James-" I spill out, unbidden, my voice wrecked already. In the meantime, the Latin guy's rhythmic grunts beside me, fucking the other boy, fade away; there's only this-only James's tongue licking and almost digging into my tight hole, like he's starving for it. I'm only focused on this. James pulls back, leaving my hole wet and itchy , clenching tight in response to the colder air. In that moment , my head spins . I want more of this, more of him. After a few seconds, he spits directly onto my twitching hole, the slick coolness a contrast to the heat of his mouth before. My hole is so wet that I can feel his spit dripping down my ass. He licks it up greedily, his beard rough against my cheeks. My toes curl and my legs tremble as he hums approvingly, watching my boy hole. The sound vibrates through me. "Sweetest fucking bunny," he mutters against my skin before diving back in, his nose pressing against my balls as his tongue pushes back on my hole . He starts to fuck me with it. I feel his tongue slowly sliding in deeper, while my hole is wet and willing. It is opening for him. The sling creaks under my squirming, my back arching off the leather as the feeling of pleasure tightens in my gut. Is this what it's like to be used? To be rimmed? It almost feels like a god working on my hole. He knows what he is doing ; he has pleased hundreds of guys before, I can feel it. And he is that damn good at it... and I ... I am a willing virgin, willing to be pleasured, willing for him! His tongue is relentless, flattening and licking against my hole before he points it to work it in again, his tongue pushing deeper each time, like he's mapping me from the inside. A whimper escapes my mouth when he suddenly sucks on my hole ; the pressure makes my cock leak onto my stomach. "Please....." I moan out loud , not even knowing what I'm begging for. I don't want this to end ever ; I want more... The heat of James's mouth is almost unbearable, the wet sounds of his tongue working me open and my moans echo louder than the moans and grunts around us. His beard scratches my inner thighs ; the rough sensation is in contrast with the slick heat of his tongue pushing insistently inside me. My fingers twist in the leather straps of the sling, my knuckles white as the pleasure is almost too overwhelming. When his lips seal around my hole again and he starts to suck again, my back arches off the sling, a strangled cry tearing from my throat. "Fuck, James.... please ... more...." The words are raw, desperate, my hips rocking against his face instinctively, seeking friction, seeking him. His fingers are digging into my thighs, hard enough to leave marks. Suddenly, he withdraws with a wet pop ; my hole is sucked out, squeezing tight as soon as his mouth leaves my entrance . His lips are glistening as he gazes deeply into my eyes, still down on his knees. "Still tight," he growls, dragging his thumb over my wet, rimmed hole, pressing just enough to make me whimper. "Gonna change that , " he smirks with a dark sound as he spits again, right onto his middle finger, before circling around my sphincter slowly. "Breathe out, Luke," he orders. I don't really know what to expect or what he wants, but I do as I'm told, and the second I do, he pushes his middle finger in to the knuckle without warning. My eyes widen; I can feel a sharp pain pushing up my tight hole, the stretch... His warm finger brings a feeling of being somehow filled... his finger reaches deeper than his tongue could ever go. My gasp echoes off the walls. "Fuck ... " I moan out while my whole body contracts uncontrollably, my sphincter clamping instinctively around his finger. "There we go," he murmurs, twisting his finger inside me with ruthless precision. My gasp is sharp ; I can feel him inside me as he crooks his finger, dragging against that spot... my prostate... It almost feels like electricity is shooting up my spine. "There it is," he growls, watching my cock jump against my stomach. I moan loudly as he keeps applying pressure. The Latin guy beside us chuckles, his dark eyes watching me as he pulls his big cock out of his boy with a wet pop. Some wet blobs, probably mixed ass fluid, cum, and I don't know what else , fall down on the floor as soon as the Latin guy's cock gets out of the boy's hole. "Found yourself a moaner, eh?" he taunts, his accent thick as he guides his cock to the younger man's head. His slick-covered cock pushes against the boy's mouth, demanding he open up, as he does , forcing him to taste his own wet hole on the guy's dick. James just smirks, never taking his eyes off me as his finger curls inside me, stretching me wider. "Oh, he's more than that," he rumbles, adding a second finger beside the first. I can feel my sphincter burn as he builds up the pressure for his second finger. It makes me whimper. "He's a virgin." The Latin guy whistles low, his hips thrusting into his boy's mouth. "Lucky bastard," he mutters before getting his attention back on his own younger guy, forcing him to swallow his cock deep. At the same time, my sphincter breaks in, his second finger slowly entering me deep. I moan loud again. I can feel how he is stretching my hole , scissoring me with his fingers dug deep inside me. My hips jerk instinctively away from the stretch, then back toward his fingers as the sling is correcting my moves. A pleasure of pain mixed with an overwhelming sensation. James's fingers twist inside me, pressing against my prostate again . I cry out, "Fuckkkk ... " my cock twitching against my stomach. Next to me, the Latin guy groans, his hips slapping forward as his boy is gagging around his cock. The sounds, the smells, the way James's fingers are moving inside me. I can only cry and moan. The pleasure and pain are intense. He is opening me up, but I'm just still too tight. It 's almost too much. I can feel my hole flutter around his fingers, my body betraying me by accepting his fingers in me, trying to resist it. "James-" I spill his name from my lips, almost like a trembling prayer, my voice wrecked already. Everyone can hear my intense feeling, my pain, my desire for more, but the limitation of my still tight, too -dry hole. The Latin guy reaches over, his rough fingers brushing through my sweat-damp blond curls in an almost soothing gesture. "Breathe, pequeño," he murmurs, his accent thick and his voice low, as his thumb strokes my forehead . His touch is oddly grounding, a contrast to the ruthless stretch of James's fingers inside me. I huff... trying to endure it all , to let the feeling of pleasure get the upper hand . "He's prepping you good, so you will be ready to take his cock, " he adds, nodding at James. James growls in agreement, his fingers scissoring wider. I can feel it burn inside me, stretching, curling his fingers inside me before he presses my prostate again. My back arches off the sling, my thighs trembling. "Fuck, fuck" I choke out.... my cock dripping onto my stomach untouched. The Latin guy chuckles, his fingers tightening in my hair. "You like that, eh?" He grins. "Wait till he's balls-deep." James growls again, his fingers scissoring and pusnhing deeper inside me, stretching me relentlessly. his fingers moving in and a bit out. The burn is sharp, but the way his thumb brushes my perineum sends sparks through me. he is moving faster and faster, in and out, but Always the tip of his finger in me. i wimp.... it burns.. i siss out. fuck..... James leans down, wile i can feel his fingers puled out of my thight hole. His fingers slide out of me with a wet sound, leaving my hole clenching around nothing my hole burns, almost like its on fire, feeling empty, feeling like i want him back in me. his tongue replaces his fingers for a moment. hot and wet against my stretched hole. licking me, his tounge fucking deep, before he pulls back again, his beard glistening with spit. "Need more lube," he growls, his gaze flicking to the younger guy’s puffy wet hole next to us. The Latin guy smirks, " The first time is always the hardest and tightest, " nodding in understanding. With his rough hands, he yanks the boy's hips higher. He grabs the boy's ass cheeks, spreading him wide open to expose the slick mess of his well-used hole. It is glistening with spit, cum, and sweat. "Use this," he offers, his thumb pressing next to the boy's stretched and puffy hole. I can see James's gaze, watching the boy's hole. Before I can protest, he reaches over to the Latin guy's boy, almost without hesitation, pressing two thick fingers into the boy's stretched, slick hole with a wet squelch. The boy moans loudly , his hole twitching around James's fingers, his back arching, as James pushes his fingers deep, almost scraping and twitching inside him. His hole is leaking thick, milky fluids. I guess a mix of spit, ass fluids, and cum... cum from the Latin top and who knows what more? I can see James pushing and turning his fingers inside, while the boy's hole keeps leaking. After a few pushes, the boy moans really hard, his back arching, as James pulls his fingers out, dripping and scraping all the fluids. The boy's legs tremble as James collects the mix of lube, spit, and cum, swiping his fingers through the slick mess dripping from the boy's stretched hole. The guy whimpers, but at the same time, the Latin guy pushes his cock deep into his mouth to shut him up. Photo of the boy in the sling "Fuck, that's wet," James mutters, his voice rough with approval before dragging those slick fingers back to my hole, pressing them inside me with a slow, deliberate twist. "Better than spit," he rumbles as he watches my face while his fingers sink to the knuckle deep into my hole, twisting ruthlessly. The added wetness eases the stretch just enough, still tight, still burning, but now with a slick heat that makes my toes curl. James's fingers are twisting inside me again, rubbing firmly against my prostate. "Fuck-!" I arch off the sling, my cock pulsing against my stomach. "James, please-" My voice cracks, my hips jerking uncontrollably. I don't even know what I'm begging for anymore... just more... James watches my reaction with dark satisfaction, his fingers twisting, scissoring wider inside, stretching me. His other hand grips my thigh, keeping me spread wide as he leans down to lick a stripe up my cock, the sudden wet heat making me jerk. "Tastes like anticipation," he murmurs against my skin before swallowing me down to the root in one smooth motion. My back bows off the sling as pleasure crashes through me, his mouth hot and tight around my cock while his fingers press relentlessly against that sweet spot inside me. Slowly he pulls back, till my cock plops out of his mouth. At the same time, he pulls his fingers out of my hole, dripping and wet. He smears the slick mess directly over my own twitching hole. "There," James murmurs, rubbing it in with rough circles. "Now you're lubed." His fingers reach back to the Latin guy's boy, whose hole is still dripping and twitching from being used. James pushes his two fingers back inside the boy's stretched, messy hole with a wet squelch, making him jolt in his sling with a muffled scream around the Latin guy's cock. The boy's thighs tremble as James fingers him deep and rough, collecting another thick smear of mixed ass fluids, lube, and cum before pulling out with a slick pop. "Open up, Luke," James orders, his voice rough with authority as he presses his dripping fingers against my lips. I hesitate for a second... the mixed cum dripping from his fingers onto my lips... does he want me to? But before I can even think about it, I slowly open my mouth , my body almost reacting instinctively to the heat of the moment. My mind and mouth are getting overwhelmed , tasting the tang of sweat, spit, cum, and something muskier... something... his fuckhole... He shoves his fingers deep into my mouth. "Suck," he growls. My tongue swirls around his fingers, cleaning them thoroughly, the taste bitter and salty. It feels dirty, hot, and right somehow. James watches me with dark approval before pulling his fingers free with a wet sound, trailing spit down my chin. "Good boy," he murmurs, his thumb brushing my lower lip possessively. I'm giving myself, all of myself , doing as he tells me. I'm his, I'm his to teach me, to use me, and to get me ready for the next part of my now gay life in this big city , leaving my small-town life behind me, opening up for more, for pleasure, for dirty, limitless hot sex. And he hasn't even fucked me yet... The moment his fingers leave my mouth, I feel empty again. He presses them back against my hole, slick with my own saliva now. My breath hitches as he pushes two fingers back inside me ; the stretch is easier this time, but it still feels so big. His fingers twist, scissoring me open with slow, deliberate movements that make my cock pulse again against my stomach. The Latin guy beside us chuckles, his hand tightening in my hair as he watches my body pulsing, contrasting from the enjoyment of James's fingers deep inside me. "Easy, pequeño," he murmurs, his voice thick with amusement. "He's gonna ruin you for anyone else." James just smirks, adding a third finger beside the other two, stretching me wider. It almost feels impossible, but somehow my sphincter gives in easily. The burn is sharp, but the pleasure-...fuck... the pleasure is overwhelming, especially when his fingers curl around my prostate. "James... fuck..." I choke out, my hips jerking uncontrollably. My hole clenches around his fingers greedily, my body betraying me by craving more, even as my hole protests against his stretching fingers. James stands up suddenly, his muscular frame towering over me in the sling, his eyes still locked on mine. His golden necklace with scorpion pendant is swinging over his huge chest, glistening in his sweat, while he pulls his fingers out of my hole. I can hear a sucking sound as soon as he pulls them out. I feel so empty again... a feeling of burning, anticipation , and willingness. I want him back in me! I want to feel him move and curl in my hole... I moan in anticipation, willing, a sound that leaves no doubt in anyone's mind. He reaches for the towel around his waist and pulls it off with one rough tug. The fabric falls away, his towel dropping to the floor with a soft thud, revealing his thick, veiny cock standing at full attention. Thick veins pulse along the shaft, his cock hard and the tip glistening with pre-cum. His massive balls hang heavy beneath his upright cock. His pubic hair is shaved, a thatch of short-trimmed hair at the base of his cock. Drops of sweat curl down from his chest to his six- pack and slowly to his cock and balls. My breath catches at the sight... fuck... he is huge... he is like a god. *18. 5 cm *, he smirks with a dark smile. The way he smirks, the sight of him, makes my hole clench instinctively. "Gonna bash you wide open," James mutters, more to himself than anyone else, his voice thick with anticipation. I can hear the Latin guy whistle lowly, watching the whole scene. James reaches back to the boy's hole again, plunging his fingers inside. The boy moans around the Latin guy's cock, his hole fluttering around James's knuckles as he pulls out. As he gathers another slick handful of fluids out of the boy's hole, he smears the messy mix directly onto his own cock with a slow, deliberate stroke. The sight-his thick fingers sliding up his shaft, spreading that glistening wetness-makes my mouth water. The guy next to me is gazing at James's cock to ; I can see him watching, wanting it... He arches his back suddenly, his lips popping off the Latin guy's cock with a wet sound. He raises his voice, ragged and broken, as he begs: *"Fuck me again, papi-I need it, I need your cock back in me. Fuck me rough, use my hole... I need you to pump another poz load in me... fill me up, breed me, make me yours-"* His words sound like a wrecked whimper , begging for the Latin guy... His fingers dig into the Latin guy's thighs. "Need your cum... need your *poz* load deep in my hole, please, daddy. "Breed me like the dirty little whore I am-*please*." The Latin guy growls something in Spanish, his cock slapping against the boy's flushed cheeks before he walks over to his hole. He pushes his wet, thick cockhead against the hole of his boy. Here you go, he smirks and shoves his cock back up his hole with one brutal thrust. The boy *screams*, His scream echoes through dark room, in pain and lust. His back bowing off the sling, his hole visibly stretching around the thick intrusion. "Yes! *Fuck!*" he sobs, his fingers scrambling at the leather straps. "Give it to me-*give me your POZ load*!" The raw, filthy pleasure sends a jolt through me, my own cock twitching against my stomach. James chuckles darkly, his fingers tightening around the base of his cock as he watches the Latin guy pound into his boy with renewed energy and force. The wet slap of skin echoes louder now, punctuated by the boy's choked moans and broken pleas for more, the slapping sound of the Latin guy's balls smacking against the boy's ass with every brutal thrust. The boy's hole glistens, stretched wide and leaking, his thighs trembling as he takes it. "Deeper! Harder!" he begs, his voice breaking on a moan. Sweat drips from their bodies, wildly flying around with each hard thrust. The slapping wet sound is almost overwhelming, echoing through the room. "I wanna feel you in my guts, Papi... I wanna feel it when I walk tomorrow," he huffs. The Latin guy snarls, his hips pistoning faster, his grip bruising on the boy's waist. I can see some red spots appearing around his ass and hips while the Latin guy keeps bashing into the guy's hole. "Give me your poz load!" he moans, demanding, hard and loud. I breathe in short, sharp gasps, my own hole clenching around nothing, aching to be filled just like that. James's chuckle is still very dark, amused, his fingers tracing my hip as he watches my wide-eyed fascination. "Hear that, Luke?" James murmurs, his thumb brushing over my wet and slightly stretched sphincter. It makes me shiver. "That's what a *real* bottom sounds like." His gaze drops to my hole, still twitching from his fingers, then back up to my face - a sight of hunger and expectation . "You gonna beg like that for me? Want my cock and load deep in you?" His voice rumbles low, while his golden scorpion pendant swings around his neck, wet from his sweat, almost shiny. My breath hitches; I can't look away from his cock, thick and glistening, covered in the slickness of the boy's ass. Some white blobs are smeared on it, cum from the Latin guy and who knows who else. His cock is hard, veins pulsing thick on his shaft . It looks dirty ; it looks filthy hard, but so damn hot... My mind is twisting and in conflict with my body ; this is full of risk, but I want it so bad... I want him in me, to fuck me, to take my virginity. Even though I really have no clue what the boy next to me is begging for . Poz ? I don't know ; I guess it's some word for his cum. My hole twitches ... " Please ..." I stumble softly . The guy beside us wails as the Latin guy's thrusts grow erratic, his balls slapping against the boy's ass with each brutal plunge. "Please, Papi-*cum inside me*," the boy sobs, his fingers clawing at the sling, exhausted but wanting more. "*Infect me. * " His thighs tremble violently, his toes curling as the Latin guy grips his hips hard, bruising his hips and ass with each hard thrust, driving into him with a rhythm that's more punishment than pleasure. The sling creaks under the force of their fucking, the boy's moans rising in pitch with every brutal thrust-*"Yes! Right there! Fuck me-fuck me dirty!"* The guy shouts loudly over my words so that mine are not audible. My eyes are wide , while sometimes I can feel some sweat from them landing on my body, which gets shot away each time the Latin guy bashes into the boy's body. "That's what you want, Luke?" he murmurs, his thumb brushing my twitching rim. " My cock? Getting filled up? A load deep in your hole? The first one?" I nod slowly, my eyes full of lust and surrender. This is it ; I want it... my first time ever getting fucked. My mind switches off, surrendering to my desire, my voice gone. James's fingers dig into my thigh, forcing my legs wider as he steps between them, his cock bobbing thick and heavy against my ass. "Gonna give it to you," he growls, his free hand wrapping around his shaft, smearing the slick mess from the boy's hole down his length. "But first-" His grip tightens, angling his cockhead against my sphincter, pressing just enough to make me whimper. "Tell me what you *want*." "*Fuck*," I gasp, my hips jerking as I can feel his wet cockhead pushing softly. " I ... I ... I ... want... want... you... deep in me," I stumble . The golden scorpion pendant swings forward as James leans down, brushing against my chest. I feel the cold metal scorpion pendant against overheated skin. Slowly moving forward over my chest, his beard scratches over my body, next to my ear. While his cockhead bumps against my sphincter, not pushing in yet, just teasing my sensitive hole. "Not good enough," he rumbles. He reaches for his scorpion pendant, holding it between his fingers, his fingertip tracing the scorpion sting. "Tell me you want my cock..., my load..., my sting... right here , " as he bumps his cockhead against my sphincter once more. My breath hitches; I don't understand the weight behind his words, but the intensity in his eyes makes my pulse spike. "I want it," I whisper, my hole clenching around nothing. "All of it." His fingers tighten around the pendant, the scorpion's tail poised like a threat as he finally presses his hips forward , his cockhead pushing hard against my sphincter. I can feel his thick, wet cockhead pushing, trying to break me in with a relentless push. My sphincter tries to resist ; my body is in conflict , instinctively resisting his intruding cock while wanting it at the same time. His cockhead is wet from cum out of the other boy's hole ; it feels slippery and warm as my sphincter starts to break in. James doesn't stop. "That's it," he growls, his voice rough with restraint. "Take it." My gasp echoes off the walls, my fingers clawing at the sling straps as he pushes harder, the burn sharp and sweet. The pendant swings between us, glinting under the dim lights. His fingers dig into my hips as he keeps pressing, the thick head of his cock stretching my sphincter impossibly wide, forcing its way in. A sharp cry tears from my throat as I feel a burning, stinging sensation . My sphincter gives way and opens slowly around his thick cockhead. I can feel his wet slick cockhead slowly shoving into me. He is splitting me open as he pushes past my tight sphincter, his girth forcing my virgin hole to yield. "Fuck, fuck....." I sob, my fingers scrambling at the sling straps as my body locks up around the intrusion. My sphincter grabs tight around his fat cock, burning, split open, raw... He is in me.... Every inch feels like fire. His thick cockhead pushes and carves me open, my hole fluttering around his cock, a helpless spasm . Tears prickle at the corners of my eyes, but I arch higher, begging without words , willing to take it all. His beard scrapes my neck as he exhales harshly, his hips rolling forward to bury himself deeper - slowly, inch by inch. Fuckkk ... I moan out.... I can hear the Latin guy laughing beside us, his own cock still buried deep in his own boy. "Fuck," I choke out, my voice shattered. "So big-" My scream bounces off the walls, raw and broken. The stretch is almost unbearable. His cock is splitting me wide. The thought that only his cockhead is in me, not even his shaft, fears me out. But at the same time, I can feel his hot, wet cockhead moving in me, making my body shiver and pulse . James growls low in his throat, his fingers bruising my hips as he pauses, letting me adjust to the thick intrusion. His cockhead, warm, wet, and big, pulses and rests inside me , the head of his cock pressing against my tender inner walls. The scorpion pendant swings between us as we gaze into each other's eyes. "Breathe," he commands, his thumb swiping over my stretched rim where his cock and my hole meet, smearing the mess of ass fluid and cum lube . His other hand grips my thigh, holding me in place. "Just the tip, and you're already shaking." His voice is rough with amusement, but there's something darker beneath-pride, possession. His cock twitches inside me, demanding more. i breath in shallow gasps, my body trembling around his thick invading cock. His cockhead feels impossibly large inside me, stretching me in ways I never imagined. The burn is sharp, but beneath it, there's something else.... a deep, aching pleasure that makes my untouched cock jerk against my stomach. "Fuck...it's...so much," I whimper, my fingers twisting in the sling straps. "You're so tight, but your taking it well," he murmurs, his voice thick with approval. Hi can feel his hips shift slightly, and his cock pressing deeper. just an inch, but it's enough to make my vision blur. to make my body jump in a mix of pain and pleasure. James exhales sharply through his nose, his fingers tightening on my hips as he pushes forward another fraction, his cock sinking deeper into my tight hole. The stretch is brutal, my hole spasm around his shaft as if my body is trying to decide whether to reject or welcome him. His beard scrapes against my neck as he leans down, his breath hot against my ear. "That's it," he growls, his voice rough with restraint. "Just a little more." His hips roll forward again, and I feel another inch of his thick cock slide into me, the burn mixing with a pleasure so intense it borders on pain. My toes curl, my back arching off the sling as a broken moan tears from my throat. My body locks up around his cock, every muscle tensing as I try to adjust to the overwhelming stretch. The scorpion pendant swings between us, glinting under the dim lights. "Breathe," he murmurs, his voice thick with approval. His cock twitches inside me, pulsing with heat, and I whimper as another inch of him sinks deeper. The pleasure is there, lurking beneath the pain, but it's so much—too much—and yet I can't help but push back against him, craving more. "James," I gasp, my voice cracking. "Please—" Before I can catch my breath, James grips my hips tighter, his fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks. "Please *what*?" James growls, "Enough prep, let's do this fast," he rasps... He slams his hips forward in one brutal thrust, his entire cock spearing into me with no mercy. His thick cockhead rams deep up my hole, followed by his thick-veined shaft. No time to adjust, just a fast, hard, almost scraping feeling inside me. It is filling up my hole, stretching it all, ripping my inner walls... the pain... the burn... My scream rips through the room, raw and shattered, as my hole spasms around his cock , grabbing it, tightening up, trying to resist and push his cock out. It only results in a harder, more painful stretch ... Tears spill down my cheeks as the pain crashes through me, sharp, wet, and hot. But beneath it, there's a pleasure so deep it steals my breath. James's groan rumbles against my skin, his balls pressed tight to my ass as he holds himself deep, letting me feel every inch of him. "Fuck," he grits out, his voice rough with satisfaction. "There we go, all in, you tight little virgin." My vision whites out for a second, my fingers clawing at the sling straps as I try to process the overwhelming stretch. His cock buried deep inside me, the veins along his shaft pulsing against my inner walls , ripped open, his hips flush against my ass. I can feel a warm satisfaction, the heat of his cock, and some indescribable heat of some sort of fluids in me. His precum? Or did he bruise me so hard that I'm bleeding... or both? " It hurts ," I sob, but my hips jerk involuntarily, betraying me. My cock dripping untouched, my body already adjusting, craving more. James's chuckle is dark. "Hurts good, doesn't it?" The feeling is overwhelming , but somehow , hot... and all I want. I'm no virgin, no more. The Latin guy beside us laughs and moans darkly as he watches us, his hips never stop bashing into his own fuckboy . "You guys are getting me over the edge... " he moans. "Fuckkk ." His cock and balls slap hard and deep into the boy's ass. The Latin guy's hips stutter suddenly, his cock pulsing deep inside his boy as a guttural groan tears from his throat. "Here it comes, your third poz load from me... you slut... " His muscles tense up, his hips spasm, his cock kept buried deep in the boy's hole. The boy beneath him whines, his hole clenching greedily around the Latin guy's cock as his thighs tremble violently. "Give it to me... give it..." the boy shouts. "Breed me!!! Give me your tox load... " as he grabs the Latin guy's hips , pulling him in, trying to take his cock deeper, willingly. "That's it... take it..." the Latin guy snarls, his accent thick with pleasure as he watches me gasp around James's cock. " I'll watch the virgin get wrecked while I breed you full." His boy moans, limp and oversensitive, as the Latin guy finally stills, his cock still buried deep, his cum leaking out around the thick shaft. He moans out loud. His balls contract as his hips try to push his cock just a bit deeper inside the guy's hole. A rough, raw groan leaves his mouth... he is cumming into the boy. He keeps his cock deep in him, while seconds or even minutes seem to fade away. Groaning, while my own body is trying to relax and adjust to james cock deep in me. Good slut. He laughs as he pulls his cock out slowly. The boy's sphincter, clenching, trying to suck the Latin guy's cock back in. Holding the Latin's cockhead in him for another second, as tight as he can with his loose , open, fucked hole. With a pop, the head of the Latin's cock comes out of the boy's hole, pulling along some fresh, warm cum mixed with anal fluid and some red spots. slowly dripping down from his sphincter, down his crack, forming a trail of pleasure. He laughs, watching the dripping boy's hole and at me, my hole pulsing uncontrollably around the cock of James. My virginity is just lost... "Have fun, I'm taking a break now," he laughs, while he turns around and leaves the room, letting his boy alone, hanging in the sling next to me, leaking from his cum. James shifts his weight slightly, pushing on a other spot in my inner walls, adjusting to his cock. his cock is twitching inside me as he watches the Latin guy walk away. "Now it's just us," he murmurs, his fingers tracing the stretched rim to my hole where his cock disappears in me. he rolls his hips, experimentally, pushing his thick cock deeper before pulling back just enough to make me gasp. The friction burns deliciously, my body still adjusting but already craving more. "You feel that?" He presses his thumb against my stretched hole, feeling how it grips tight around his cock. "Your hole's already learning how to take cock." James pulls back agonizingly slow until just the head of his cock remains inside me. An empty feeling takes hold of me. almost wanting him back in me. my hole clench instinctively. then he slams forward again with a wet snap of his balls bashing against my hole. A whimper claws its way up my throat as my hole struggles to take him, the pain sharp and deep in me. a burn that intensify when he pushes back in. His thickness stretches me impossibly wider Tears blur my vision, but I can’t help arching into it, my untouched cock dripping onto my stomach. "It—it still hurts," I admit, my voice shaky, but my hips jerk forward greedily, betraying me. James's chuckle is dark, approving. "Hurts good," he corrects, pushing deeper. "You’ll learn to love it. His scorpion pendant swings between us, glinting as he starts a rhythm. slow, deliberate, devastating…. "Fuck—*James*—" I sob, my fingers twisting in the sling straps. slowly, pulling in and out. my hole bashing open, on fire and painfull, but so willing. With his next thrust, he rolls his hips , his cock bumping, stretching , scraping against my inner walls and something else - something deep inside that sends a jolt of electric pleasure up my spine. My breath stutters, my thighs trembling as he pulls back and pushes against it again. He finds that spot again with practiced precision. "There it is," he murmurs, watching my face crumple with a mix of pleasure and pain. He pulls back almost all the way, letting me feel the empty ache before slamming back deep into me, his balls slapping against my ass , with each thrust hitting that sweet spot relentlessly. My moans pitch higher, my fingers twisting in the sling straps as pleasure overtakes the burning pain. Oh God , oh God , I moan out. He has found my prostate deep up my hole, slamming his cock against and over it. suddenly I’m pushing back, meeting his thrusts. his balls slaping against my ass, over and over. The sound of slapping skin on skin grows louder and faster ; James's cock thrusts into me with a rhythm that has me gasping for breath. His fingers dig into my hips hard enough to bruise, pulling me onto him as he thrusts his cock deep into me over and over. His thick shaft drags , almost scraping against the oversensitive walls of my hole. Wet and slick, from my own fluids, his lubed cock is coated with Latin cum and James's own pre-cum. Every thrust sends sparks through me ; my cock starts to leak, untouched. "Feel that?" he growls, his thrusts pushing sharper, deeper. "That’s what a real fuck feels like." His scorpion pendant swings wildly, glinting as sweat drips from his beard onto my belly and chest. Photo of Luke and James in the sling His rhythm falters for just a second-then he smirks, his grip on my hips turning vicious as he starts to fuck me even harder, his cock slamming into me with bruising force. The sling creaks beneath us, my hole stretched impossibly wider with each brutal thrust. His balls slap against my ass, the wet sound obscene, and when his cockhead grinds against my prostate, my vision whites out. "There….fuck...." I choke, my back arching off the sling as pleasure begins to build deep in my gut. The pain fades away, turning into something else... the delicious drag of his thick cock stretching me open, the way my hole clenches greedily around him, the heat in my hole and lower belly. My untouched cock bounces against my stomach, dripping steadily as James's thrusts deep in me. He is pumping his cock in and out of me, now pulling his cock out of my hole completely and bashing it in again. "James-" I gasp, my fingers scrabbling at his shoulders, nails digging in. "Don't... don't stop... don't stop... fuck me... keep fucking me . " My voice breaks on a moan as he pounds back into me, his cock splitting me open. I can feel the veins of his cock pulsing hot and thick against the walls of my hole. His laugh is dark as he pins my hips down, fucking into me with brutal precision, over and over again. "That's it, beg for it," he growls, his scorpion pendant swinging wildly. His balls slap against my ass with every thrust, the wet slap of skin echoing in the room. Every nerve in my body is stimulated with a mix of pleasure and pain as James's cock pounds into me. It is carving me, carving my hole, tearing it open. The stretch burns so good, my hole clenching around him like it was made for his cock. "Fuck... please...," I sob, arching wildly into each thrust, my cock dripping untouched. James watches my wrecked expression and begs, with satisfaction. his thrusts turning slower but deeper, dragging his cock all the way out before slamming back in with enough force to push the breath from my lungs. i can feel my hole leaking, his pre cum? You're mine now," he growls, his voice thick and rough. "Gonna fill you up so deep, mark you, ill make you mine.... you'll remember this day forever." His cock ramming inside me, as hard as he can. his hips pounding in a slow, forcefull, grinding rhythm that makes my finger clawing at his shoulders he is fucking me harder, deeper, his balls tightening against my ass. I can feel it building, the pressure in my gut, the way his cock pulses inside me, his rhythm. He's getting close.... and so am I. " Beg me," James growls, while he leans over me, his breath hot against my ear as he keeps thrusting into me. " Beg for my load... and I'll make sure it takes." His cock slams into me again, hitting my hole deep, bumping against my prostate as he delves deeper. Stars explode behind my eyelids. I gasp, my hips jerking uncontrollably, my cock throbbing untouched. "I... I want..." I whimper, my voice broken. "I want your load... deep inside me... please... James..." The words tumble out, raw and desperate, as my hole clenches around him, trying to milk him. James's breath hitches, his grip tightening on my hips as my words urge him on, his scorpion pendant pressing cold against my sweat-slicked chest while his cock pounds roughly in me. He bashes deep in me, in and out , my hole grabbing his cock every time he forces it roughly in me. He is ramming his cock into me with brute force, as deep as he can. "Need it-need you deeper-" My voice shatters as he rams into my hole, hitting my prostate again, stars bursting behind my eyelids. His balls slap against my ass, the wet sounds obscene, as he growls, "That's it-take it-take *all* of me." His thrusts turn relentless, each one deeper than the last, carving my hole open wider, his cockhead grinding over my prostate until my vision whites out. Tears streak down my cheeks as his cock splits me open so deep I can't tell where he ends - tears of pleasure, tears of belonging. I belong to him ; I belong to real men who know how to fuck me. James's rhythm stutters, his cock twitching and pushing violently inside me as his balls tighten against my ass, his gasping breath against my neck. "Gonna fill you up," he growls, his voice rough with need, his thrusts turning erratic, desperate. His fingers dig into my hips hard, bruising me, holding me still as he bashes his cock deep in me, his cock pulsing hot and thick against my inner walls , my hole ripping inside me. I can feel his cock throbbing inside me, his shaft jerking as his balls draw up tight, his breath in ragged bursts against my ear. "Here it comes," he snarls, his hips pushing forward one last time as he rams his cock deep inside me, his cock twitching against my prostate. His scorpion pendant swings wildly, glinting under the dim lights as he starts to cum. I can feel thick ropes of cum flooding my hole , spraying deep in me against my inner walls with huge force. It seems to find its own way, deeper, deeper in me, deeper than James's cock could pound. I feel his hot, thick pulse in waves as he groans, his forehead pressing against mine. "Fuck-yes-take it-" His voice breaks as he spills deep, his cock pumping his load into me, marking me, claiming me. I can feel his cum filling me up, the heat of it seeping into my walls, his cock still twitching as he rides out his orgasm, his breath hot against my skin. The sensation of his cum flooding my hole sends me over the edge, my untouched cock jerking violently against my stomach as pleasure explodes through me. My vision whites out, my back arching off the sling as my cock starts to pulse , untouched, spilling thick ropes of cum onto my chest and stomach. Load after load shoots on my body, making me wet, sticky, and dripping with my own cum. I gasp, my hole clenching around James's still-pulsing cock, milking him for every drop of his load as my orgasm crashes through me in waves, my body trembling uncontrollably. "Fuck-fuck-" I sob, my voice shattered, my fingers clawing at the sling straps as pleasure takes control of my body, my cock twitching with each pulse of cum. James groans above me, his cock still buried deep, his cum still filling me. He watches me deep in my eyes as we are both cumming at the same time. He feels me spasm beneath him. "That's it," he murmurs, his voice rough with satisfaction. "Let it all out." His beard scratches against my neck as his hips push in a short thrust, his cock still twitching inside me, pumping the last thick ropes of his cum deep into my hole. His scorpion pendant presses cold against my chest as he murmurs, "Good boy," his voice thick with approval. His fingers trace the stretched rim of my hole, smearing the mess of cum and lube leaking out of my hole, around his still-buried cock, on my ass. "You took it all," he growls, "Every drop." His thumb presses against my abused hole, feeling how it clenches weakly around him. He fucked it open ; he made it loose; he made sure of it with his hard thrusts. His cock gives one last twitch inside me, and I whimper, oversensitive but still craving more, my body still trembling with the aftershocks of my orgasm. "Fuck," I breathe, my voice hoarse, my hole pulsing around him. "So full..." His cum feels impossibly hot inside me, thick and heavy, coating my walls in a way that makes my hole clench instinctively around his softening cock. The sensation is overwhelming : the stretch, the heat, the way his cum seeps deeper with every slight shift of his hips. My own cock lies spent against my stomach, still dripping occasionally onto my belly, but my focus is entirely on the feeling of him still buried inside me, his weight pressing me into the sling, his breath hot against my neck. "James," I murmur, my voice wrecked, my fingers twitching against his shoulders, unsure whether to push him away or pull him closer. His chuckle vibrates against my skin, low and satisfied, as his fingers drag through the mess on my stomach, gathering my cum on his fingertips before pressing them to my lips. "Taste," he orders, his voice rough, and I obey without hesitation, my tongue licking my own cum from his fingers as he watches - my cum that he fucked out of me... his cock twitching inside me again at the sight. His hips shift slightly, his cock still buried deep inside me, still pulsing intermittently as his cum leaks around the edges where our bodies meet. I can feel his cock getting softer in me, but I'm not willing to let him go yet. "You took it so well," he murmurs, his voice thick with approval, his thumb pressing against my abused hole, feeling how it clenches weakly around him. "You're gonna feel this for days," he growls, his beard scratching against my neck as he leans down to bite lightly at my shoulder, his cock giving one last twitch inside me before he finally pulls out with a slow, deliberate drag that makes me gasp. The sensation of his cock pulling out is almost as overwhelming as when he pushed in-my hole clenches instinctively around nothing, trying to keep him inside, but he withdraws completely with a wet pop, leaving me gaping and leaking his cum onto the sling beneath me. A whimper escapes my lips as my hole twitches, empty and oversensitive, the warmth of his seed seeping out of me in slow, thick rivulets. My thighs tremble violently, my body still thrumming with pleasure, my cock lying spent against my stomach. "Fuck," I breathe, my voice shattered, my fingers twisting in the sling straps as I try to process the overwhelming fullness and emptiness all at once. James chuckles darkly above me. His calloused fingers trace the stretched rim of my hole, smearing the mess of cum and lube leaking from me, his thumb pressing against my abused entrance as he watches my reaction with satisfaction. "Look at you," he murmurs, his voice rough with approval, his other hand brushing through my damp curls. "Dripping my cum like a good little slut. Thanks, boy, that I could take your virgin hole. To let me fuck it... to mark you..." He laughs. "You will remember this fuck. Have fun, you slut," he smirks, while he slaps my ass and turns around, leaving the room. I lay there, exhausted , leaking, huffing. As I look next to me, the other boy is gone too . I never noticed him leaving in the time James was fucking me. I lay there at least 15 minutes, alone, tired, trying to find new energy, thinking... He bashed my hole open, just as the party is named : Easter Bunny Bash . I was the bunny ; he was the hunter. Photo of Luke, exhausted, leaking and huffing

Just back from a fuck buddies place, hot muscle Asian guy who is a cum dump bottom, said he hasn't topped for about 2yrs. I've planted a few loads in him but he said he hadn't cum for 3 weeks and it'd be a shame to waste the load. Naturally I offered my hole for him to use... sitting here now with a big load soaking into me. What's better than being bred by a total cum slut, I always think it's a badge of honour when a cum slut bottom wants to fuck me :).

Thank you all again for your comments, suggestions and overall reading this story. As usual apologies on the grammar and spelling. I am trying to just keep this going.

I swear my bf reads this forum. We were visiting Vancouver, Davie/deman area. We get on a bus, he's holding my hand. And I was checked out so obviously even I noticed. We sit down and he tells me to sit with them. It was four guys. They've got busy hands and they start asking me questions. The usual stuff. Two of them get off, and we get off with them. We go to their apartment. They weren't really my type, but their cocks were nice and one of them came twice and just a ton. Took two loads in about an hour and then got fucked just savagely on the balcony of our hotel room by my bf.

I wanted to fuck him again. But I knew I needed time to recharge. “Give me an hour, boy, and I’ll rape that cunt of yours again.” I stretched my arms out wide as I rolled to my back. “How much did you smoke, boy?” I lay there for a while to catch my breath. Turned to Scout and admired the shimmer from the piss and cum spread across this smooth, pale skin, enhancing his masculine physique. His angelic face smeared in cum. He kept licking his lips in search of a drop. He was descending into a sexually driven state. I lay there for a while, catching my breath, the room still humming from everything that had just passed through it. When I turned, Scout was stretched out beside me, skin damp from the piss and cum; catching the low light, giving him this almost unreal glow. There was something striking about him in that moment. Not innocence. Not anymore. Something sharper. Hungrier. His chest rose and fell slowly, but his eyes… They were elsewhere. Fixed on nothing, or maybe everything at once. His face smeared in cum, his tongue across his soiled lips, absentmindedly, like he was chasing a feeling that hadn’t quite finished with him. I watched him, trying to understand what I was seeing. He wasn’t just reacting anymore. He was slipping into it. Letting it take him somewhere deeper, somewhere instinctive, stripped back, where thought didn’t matter and only sensation remained. And the longer I looked, the more I realised… He didn’t want to come back. I pushed myself up slowly and looked over at Scout. There was no softness left in the moment now, only intent. I told him to get dressed, but not to wash. I wanted the night to carry forward exactly as it was; no reset; no clean slate. Just layers building on top of each other. He pulled on loose shorts and a singlet, the kind that barely held shape, his appearance still marked by everything that had come before. The night was far from over. Something restless had taken hold of me. A need to move, to escalate, to see how far this could stretch before it snapped. Not just for me, but for him. How deep he’d go. How much of himself he was willing to hand over to the moment. I checked my stash. Untouched. Exactly where I’d left it. Control, at least in that sense, is still intact. Scout mentioned, almost casually, that he hadn’t smoked earlier, that whatever he was feeling had come from the shard the old man shoved in his ass. It registered, filed away in the back of my mind without much thought, just another variable in a night already running off rails. I set up a couple of lines, clean and deliberate. We both leaned in, no hesitation, no ceremony. I packed some supplies. Poppers, a baggie of meth and the pipe. Because whatever this was… It wasn’t slowing down. We moved through the building like we had nothing left to hide. Past reception. Past residents. Eyes followed us; lingering, judging, confused. Scout didn’t try to cover himself, didn’t shrink under it. If anything, he carried it with a strange kind of pride, as he’d already crossed too many lines to care about one more. There was a smell trailing us. Faint, but there. Enough to turn heads. At the desk, the receptionist looked up – and froze. I recognised him instantly. History was sitting right there in a cheap suit. The guy who fucked my ex-wife. The guy who kicked off the cuckolding adventures my ex and I once shared, until she got pregnant by a stranger. His eyes flicked between Scout and I, trying to piece together what he was seeing. Failing. Good. I didn’t slow down, didn’t explain. Didn’t care. Whatever this had become, it wasn’t private anymore. It was out in the open, raw and undeniable. And I was too far gone to pretend otherwise. High, wired, detached from consequences. That was a problem for later. Right now, I was chasing something else entirely: control, excess, the edge of where a person starts to disappear into their own impulses. Scout was already halfway there, and part of me wanted to see just how far he’d go. We hit the car park, footsteps echoing in the concrete hollow. I barely registered the movement. A force slammed into me from the side, driving me hard into a pillar. Air punched out of my lungs. Pain followed a split second later. Scout’s father. Of course it was. “Get away from my son!” He roared, eyes wild, voice echoing through the car park. His gaze snapped to Scout – Shock, anger, and what looked like grief all clashing at once. “What have you done to him.” It wasn’t a question. He slammed me back into the pillar. Sharp and immediate, pain shot through my ribs. “How’s your wife?” I spat. That did it. The punch came hard, straight into my gut, folding me over. “You’re a piece of work,” he snarled, and hit me again for good measure. Then he grabbed Scout’s arm, trying to drag him away. “Come on. You’re coming with me. We’re getting you out of this. We’re fixing this.” “I’m not going anywhere,” Scout said, planting himself. There was a standoff – seconds stretched thin – until security came ruching in, boots pounding against the concrete. They pulled his father back, arms pinned, his voice still cutting through the air. “I’m not going anywhere,” Scout repeated, calmer now, as he stepped toward me instead. We moved quickly after that. “I’ll make you pay for this!” his father shouted as we reached the car. “You hear me? You’ll pay!” I didn’t answer. Didn’t look back. The engine turned over, and we pulled into the night. The drive was quiet. Too quiet. The adrenaline still hadn’t settled, still buzzing under my skin. I needed to know – needed certainty, or something close to it. “Are you sure about this?” I asked, eyes fixed on the road. “About… all of it.” Scout didn’t answer straight away. Just sat there, looking out the window, the city lights sliding across his face in fragments. Then, slowly, he shifted closer – not saying a word, but making his choice in the only way he knew how. He unzipped my fly and pulled out my fat cock and sucked me off to full hardness. That was answer enough. We drove on. Out towards the edge of the city, where the lights thinned, and the roads opened up. I’d heard about the place before; Whispers, half-stories traded in back rooms. I was told that this place attracts all sorts of blokes eager to fuck, and like the cumdump I saw at the cruise club, this beat was perfect for attracting strangers. A stretch under the Westgate Bridge, tucked into scrub and shadow. A place where men went when they didn’t want names or questions.

In the summer of 2010 I flew to Spain for a week in the sun. After a couple of days of debauchery in Barcelona, my boyfriend and I took a train to the seaside town of Sitges, which several of my friends had recommended to us. So I found myself on a train filled with many hot, sexy men. I'm 35, 5' 11", with short, buzzed, brown hair, a youthful face some facial hair that I've allowed to grow into a closely trimmed goatee. I have blue eyes and a solid build. I'm not particularly hairy, but my chest and stomach are covered with fur, which I keep it trimmed and neat, not shaved. My cock is cut, above average in size, and seems to be always hard. I would describe myself mostly as a vers bottom. I only bareback with my boyfriend, but will sometimes blow other guys outside of our relationship and even then I insist the guys wear a condom. My boyfriend of three years and I had the talk; the talk that gave each of us approval to play outside the relationship without any guilt. We also talked about how if we fucked or got fucked by anyone, we would always wear a condom. The afternoon we arrived at Sitges, I stopped at a sex shop and picked up some single-use lubes, a couple of condoms, and a bottle of poppers. That evening, around 12:00 AM, my boyfriend and I went to XXL. While it wasn't all that busy, the music was amazing, so we danced for a while and the place gradually filled up. There were muscle bears, bears, otters, twinks, the 'guy next door' type, in short, there were men of all shapes, ages, and sizes. After about an hour on the dance floor, my boyfriend disappeared, seemingly for ages. I figured he must be upstairs in the dark room. I've been to the odd dark room in my time, but mostly it's always been a lot of groping and a few blow jobs that haven't turned into anyone cumming, at least in me. Anyhow, I decided to see if I could find him, so off to the dark room I went. The narrow dark room was pitch black, and, as it turned-out, so packed with men that I found it difficult to navigate. While I could see some shadows, that was about it, so hands proved to be the only way of exploring. Not surprisingly most of the guys were wearing t-shirts, and I took the time to explore some well-developed, hairy chests. I also encountered several cocks, so while most of the guys seemed to be fully clothed, a fair number of the guys were nearly naked. One of the nice experiences was that I could pretty much feel anywhere and no-one pushed my hand away, whether I was exploring some guy's chest, his neck, the small of his back, or slide my hand into the waistband of a guy's pants. Many a guy would even wiggle a little so I could reach further in his underwear and feel his ass and crack. I was feeling a little drunk and guys were grabbing my ass. I walked along and this one particular guy grabbed the back of my belt and pulled me backwards towards himself. I let him pull me to him until I was standing directly in front of him, my ass pushed up against his crotch. His hands started roaming my chest, under my t-shirt, rubbing my nipples and rubbing my entire front and cock through my jeans. I was hard and he could feel it. He began to lick my neck, and almost involuntarily I reached behind my ass, the palms of my hands rubbing the front of his shorts. To my pleasure I found the top button of his shorts was already undone and the zipper was half down. He massaged my shoulders a little and whispered something Spanish in my ear. He was rock hard. I was able to lower the zipper a little lower and I reached into the front of his shorts. This seemed to be a invitation for him to reach down, unfasten my belt and fly and lower my jeans. I leaned forward away from him a little and he slowly pulled my jeans down and then my underwear, only pausing for a moment to grab my hard cock that sprang forward when he yanked down my pants. Other guys were still passing in front of me in this dark room that was more of corridor than a room, but other than the odd grab-and-rub of my cock, all the action was coming from the guy behind me. And let me say, he knew exactly what he was doing. I reached inside his underwear and felt a large, fat, uncut, dripping cock. Fuck, was he horny. I moved my hands so that my palms were facing and rubbing his furry belly. With one hand firmly and slowly jerking my cock, he pulled his shorts and underwear down, and they fell to his feet, so I kept exploring his body. With his free hand he began rubbing the crack of my ass, his firm fingers going right for my hole. They were rough and he was intent on trying to push a finger inside me. My pants were only partially lowered, certainly not quite at my feet, but I still had to lean forward to grab the small tube of silicone lube I had in my pocket. Retrieving it, I handed it to him. He flipped open the bottle and I thought he was going to rub some on his finger to lube my ass, but instead, he pushed me forward a little and he began lubing his cock. Obviously he thought I was giving him the green light to fuck me, but I wasn't. I didn't want him to fuck me without a condom. Not here, and not with a guy I didn't know or couldn't even see, but I was a little drunk and it was all happening pretty quickly and before I realized it, he was pulling me back towards him and his cock was lodged between my cheeks. His cock was really solid and his hands on my waist were strong and pulling me back on his cock, the head of his cock was pushing right for my hole now and I knew he was going to push it in. Raw. I thought for a second he was going to miss my hole but he didn't. I didn't want him to miss so I leaned just a little forward and then I felt him enter me. Slowly and firmly, my ass was stretching as he kept a firm hold on my hips. It felt fucking amazing. My mind was racing. I thought I either pull away now completely, or enjoy our session. I decided on the latter. I reached into my other pocket and fished out my poppers, but found I had to lean forward to reach down enough into my pockets because my jeans were now halfway down my legs. When I made this move, he pushed right in. All the way in. I could feel his pubic hair on my ass. His cock was inside me and he was holding me there, still for a couple of seconds, but not for long. His hands were on my waist and his cock was completely inside my ass. I opened the poppers and took a hit - a deep hit. He took the bottle from me, and I heard him take four deep hits, then he handed the bottle back to me, so I took another hit. Although I was now flying,and everything was a little out of focus, I could still feel the thump of the music and I could feel bodies pushing past us in the dark room. I was sweating and flying. He held onto my waist and pulled me on and off his cock, steadily, not fast, but with the serious intention to fuck me deeply. He straighten me upright with a few gestures, and then he began licking and sucking my neck, whispering in my ear, licking my ear. I tried to turn my neck and head so he cold kiss my lips. He took the hint and we kissed a little. I could feel stubble on his face. He was sweating, breathing heavily, and his tongue pushed into the corner of my mouth. As the position was very difficult on both of us, we stopped kissing and he placed his hands on my hips. I took the hint and began to rock forward and backward, slowly. I wanted him to enjoy my ass, so in my mind I was imagining that I was jerking him off with my ass, clenching and unclenching my ass muscles so he would not be able to stop fucking me before pulling out. He started a regular steady rhythm of fucking. I opened the bottle of poppers and took another hit, and he followed suit, taking several strong hits. The entire time I moved forward and backward on his cock. He was fucking me more deeply and I was completely enjoying the sensation of his cock inside my ass. As his fucking intensified, my mind was flying. All I could think about was what we looked like. What he looked like and what is cock looked liked pounding in and out of my ass. His fucking was taking on an animal like quality. I could hear him grunting. I reached down and grabbed my cock and started to jerk. He was pounding my ass so fiercely I thought I might bounce right off of it but he kept amazing control. I could hear the music of the club and I was loving every minute of the experience: the beat the music and the hot raw cock in my ass. I reached between my legs and I could feel his cock fucking my ass. I felt it with my fingers as it was pounding in and out of my ass. This must have driven him a little crazy because his fucking began to get harder and I could hear him grunting and his body started to spasm a little. He was cumming in me. I could feel him cumming inside me. He slowed down a little and then his cock popped out. Cum immediately ran down my leg. He turned me around and pulled me towards him, kissing me passionately. For the first time our cocks rubbed together. His was gradually going soft, even if it was sticky with his cum, but my cock was hard and pressed up against his. His hands grabbed my ass and he pulled me very tightly towards him. That was enough for me, and I came, shooting between our bodies and stomachs. He knelt down and licked my cum, taking my cock inside his mouth for a couple of seconds, sucking out the last couple of drops of cum from out of my cock. Then he stood up, pulled up his pants and said 'ciao' and disappeared. He was done, I was done, so I pulled up my pants and went off in the opposite direction, wondering if my boyfriend was also getting into some trouble. Anyone have any stories from some fun they've had in Sitges?

Chapter 26 - The Hole In The Wall Jerome had pressed a buzzer on the steel door and it had opened to admit them. The place had obviously once been a store before the community here had moved out. There were still tattered old adverts and even a few cans scattered about on the derelict shelving. A man looked at them from his place beside a door in the farther wall. A slight nod for Jerome and then a rather longer, distinctly more predatory, look at BoiFagBarbie. The little boi-slut felt the blood pumping through his veins at the realization of just how much he loved a man looking at him like that. Even a bald man in his fifties, with the dark skin of his big fat belly obvious through his undershirt. BoiFagBarbie knew how good he looked, even with a few bruises from his Breaking-In not quite faded. His cute face, his slim pale body, his bubble-booty. All on show since he was wearing only his collar, a tiny top that barely covered his newly-pierced nipples, his pastel pink leggings and his sneakers. Oh and his cage of course. "This little piece count for admission?" Jerome was smiling contemptuously. As if he and the man didn't both know that Jerome brought the finest little holes that a place like this ever saw. Jerome considered it a kind of rite of passage necessary for any dumb little faggot intent on plumbing the depths of his own desires. He'd found the reviews for this place and shown them to his boi-whore. On a site that was well known for encouraging anonymous hook-ups and sleazy casual pump-and-dumps. Where men went to find an easily-available man-hole to fuck. Not exactly the most whitebread audience of reviewers. "A real shit-hole. Thought I'd be mugged going in and coming out. Some fucker stole my watch while I was there!" "I always like it a little sleazy but this place was something else. One and done for me." "Should be called the Cave because there were only ugly trolls there." "Think about going there and then think again. The homeless guys nearby are probably cleaner." "One Star because I can't give it No Stars - Looks like it was last cleaned in 1958. Same for most of the clientele." Those and about a hundred others like them - all ravenously read by his little slut. The little slut now on the end of a leash being led into that self-same notorious den of depravity. Jerome didn't even need to look back to know how excited the horny little faggot would be. From about a mile away you could see BoiFagBarbie was way too fine to be wasted on the sort of men that hung around a place like this. The faggot knew that too and that was why the boi was so fucking excited, so damn horny. Even with a heavy toxic load already going to work inside his hole. The man in the store just nodded in answer to Jerome's supposed question. The second door opened and Jerome led his femboy-slut into the darkness beyond. Then the man started collecting the admission money from the group that had followed Jerome and his little slut in. He smiled as he looked them over - it promised to be a busy night. *** The first thing that struck you back there was the near-darkness but it was pretty soon followed by the smell. Rank sweat mingled with the smell of state tobacco, old piss and beneath it all the unmistakeable aroma of men in heat. Some of it long stale, some fresh and potent. There was a flash as Jerome sparked his cigarette. A fresh scent in the air and also a glimmer of light. Showing the corridor with water-stains on the walls. Maybe leaks from the roof; maybe from where men had took a piss. Plaster peeled, there was dirt on every surface, something small but alive scurried into a corner just outside the range of the dim and temporary light. Jerome just strode forward and BoiFagBarbie followed him. Down the corridor and then through some heavy dark cloth that draped an otherwise empty doorway at the other end. Now there was a little more light. He saw a set of cubicles, each with a door. His Owner led him into the center one. The cubicle was largely made up of tiling, all dirty and mostly cracked or broken. The floor was hard, some sort of heavy-usage, easy-cleaning, surface. Easy to clean but who knew when it last had been. Maybe that review hadn't been so far off. There were wadded tissues thrown in the corner, a metal waste bin full and over-flowing. There was a cheap plastic chair and the remains of long removed plumbing and that was about it. The cubicle partitions seemed to be just board and in each of them, to his left and his right, there were carefully-drilled holes. He looked to Jerome as the older man carefully wiped down the seat before sitting down. No instructions were coming from his Owner but BoiFagBarbie didn't really need any. He'd read about places like this in those hot stories on the BZ forum. He looked at the hole and noticed the stains on the wall below it. Cum. He looked down and saw more dried cum and drool on the floor. It didn't matter. The height of the hole made it perfectly clear what he had to do. He heard somebody in the cubicle nest door and then the hole in front of him became dark, the light blocked out by a body. Moments later a cock emerged through the hole. It was hard, a light brown color, veins prominent on its shaft. Just seeing that cock was enough to remove all of BoiFagBarbie's doubts. He got down on his knees on the hard filthy floor and found himself at just the right height. His hand reached for the cock and stroked it as he gave it a quick visual check. It looked OK. He knew every cock that came through that hole needed to be satisfied with his hand or his mouth and he decided this one needed to be sucked. "Fuck yeah," growled a voice through the this partition as the young boi-slut took the anonymous cock into his mouth. BoiFagBarbie hadn't been sucking cock long but he'd kind of had a fast education. He worked and teased that cock with his hand, mouth and tongue. Worked it until, after a couple of minutes, he got the cum he was craving. It felt a little weird. No eye contact with whoever was on the other side of the wall. Just a cock and some cum. It could be anyone over there. A fellow-student, a tutor, someone from church at home. Anyone! They'd have a fucking heart attack if they knew it was him sucking their cocks, him swallowing their cum. They'd know what a little faggot he was, what a little whore he was. Maybe they'd see his tattoo and know just what sort of a dirty little boi-slut he was. Would they still want to fuck him? Did he care? They probably wouldn't have what he needed but there were sooooo many cocks out there that did and that wouldn't hesitate to fuck him and breed him. He kept thinking such thoughts as he sucked the cocks that came through the hole. He could basically do it automatically. Using all he had learned to get the men off. Waiting for the thump on the wall that told him they were close and then just keeping going till he tasted their seed. He wondered if any of the seed was Poz. Some tasted different but that was probably the smokers or something like that. In a place like this he knew there would be Poz seed even if it was medicated. He just had to swallow it all to make sure he got it. His knees ached on the hard floor but it didn't matter. He wasn't here to feel comfortable. He was here to make men feel good, to himself worship their masculine power, to make any and all cocks shoot their heavy loads into his hungry mouth. The cocks kept coming and he soon lost count. He couldn't really remember how many men had followed them in. How many more might have been here already, in the darkness, waiting? It didn't matter - all that mattered was making this next cock hard and wet and ready to shoot its load. Feeling the pulses of seed delivered into his mouth and then swallowing them down like a good little cum-pig. There was a knock on the door. Jerome had been sitting on the chair and smoking his inevitable cigarette. Now he stood up and grabbed BoiFagBarbie's leash. The boy had been gazing at the hole waiting for his next cock but now he looked up. Jerome undid the door of their cubicle and the man from the store was there. The man was sweating, maybe adding new stains to that white undershirt stretched over his big gut. BoiFagBarbie saw all of that but it didn't gain his attention. That was all concentrated on the man's hard cock standing proud over a couple of seriously big and heavy looking brown balls. A gesture from a pair of fat fingers and BoiFagBarbie got up. Got up and turned to face the hole in the wall. Let his booty wiggle a little in invitation to the man. The fingers found him and caressed the smooth roundness of his booty. One tapped the end of his butt-plug sending a shiver of desire through BoiFagBarbie's whole body. "So this little fucker is one of your chaser's?" "If he ain't caught yet." "Has he?" BoiFagBarbie heard the dry little laugh of his Owner. "Can't be sure. Ain't tested him but the greedy little slut has taken a whole lot of charged loads." Fingers tapped the new tattoo on BoiFagBarbie's back. "Well I've got what the dumb little faggot needs so let's make sure shall we." The exquisite discomfort and pleasure of his butt plug being removed and then the second or too of perfect anticipation. It came automatically to him now to relax himself, to make his hole ready for what was to come. The pressure of a thick cock-head against his hole, the momentary resistance and then the amazing sensation of a man taking him. A new man, a fresh man, a man with balls full of charged seed. A man who wanted to use him, to breed him, to knock him up, to taint his perfect young hole with his toxic seed. BoiFagBarbie gasped with pleasure and felt the rush surge through his whole body. It couldn't get any better than this! Until it did. A big hard white cock came through the hole in front of him. The thickest cock he'd seen tonight, except that of his Owner of course. A couple of fierce, brutal thrusts into him from behind made his knees buckle and pushed him up close to the wall. The man fucking him was strong, his powerful grip keeping the young faggot from falling. BoiFagBarbie's hand found the cock coming through the wall and stroked it. Bought enough time until he was accustomed to the weight and pressure of the fucking he was getting. Until he could take that second cock into his mouth and suck it. Sucking for seed while he waited to be bred. Just like he needed to be. *** Floyd Jacobs spat on the ground as he reached for his phone. He'd had some assignments in his day but this one took some beating. The client had treated him like a piece of shit and Floyd had been around long enough to have a strong suspicion why. Well, at least the shit-for-brains had enough sense to understand only a man like Floyd could help them in their current situation. At least they'd worked it out eventually! It still cracked Floyd up that they had gone to the Police first. Like that would do any good! Finally, of course, they came to him and wouldn't you know it old Floyd Jacobs was on the trail within a couple of days. Not that they would necessarily like what he had to report of course but that was hardly his concern. He tapped his fingers against his leg impatiently as he waited for his call to be answered. Didn't they think his old Black ass had better things to do with his time? Finally the call was answered. "Yeah - it's Jacobs. I got something to report..."

As an Asian, I have experienced such things many times. It is very ironic that on one hand gay people ask others not to discriminate them, but on the other hand, some gay discriminate other gay.

I may have told this story elsewhere on the site, but when I was first discovering glory holes/adult bookstores in my hometown (Champaign, IL) I was cruising the old Illini Arcade (which was the first movie theatre in the town in the early 20th century, became a church after it was an ABS and is now a live music venue) and a guy gave me an AMAZING blow job. This happened in around 1980-81. When I came in his mouth, I pulled out and we both left the booth at the same time. I FROZE. AND FREAKED. It was a classmate's DAD. I'd been to their house several times. He smirked at me and just sauntered away. I high tailed it out of there, freaking out. He never said a word. I later realized he was a total cock whore. He blew me once in a while after that. He was VERY talented.

Definitely a prostate thing for me. I find shorter fatter cocks make me scream the easiest

I don't use fuckapps anymore, so I can only imagine how disappointing it's become. That said, I agree; it's as transparently racist as it could be.

When I was 20 (circa 2005) or so I used to suck a high school friends dad off in booths at LAX Wild Cat in Lennox. In my mid 20's I worked at a web design assistant in WeHo and ran into some of our customers drunk or high in the Gloryhole booths at The Zone LA. I didn't drink at the time and I was pretty good at spotting people before I engaged, sometimes they knew, often times they didn't know the assistant was swallowing their loads. Miss the arcade and gloryhole scenes, even the public cruising spots are all drying up. Nothing but cumdumps and content creators now.

Wasn’t able to get home in time after my last visit to the local park to meet a couple of guys

His birthday is on March 14th,steak and blowjob day. I bought him a steak and when we were alone I told him I wanted to suck his cock. He didn't answer he just undid his pants and gently pushed me to my knees. When it was over he told me I did better than most first timers.

I woke up. I went to use the bathroom and my ass was sore. As I walked the butt plug felt like it was opening all the small scrape and abrasions in my ass. I peed and came back to bed. Rick was up. "How are you doing baby" he said "I am doing ok but my ass is on fire and sore" I said "Good. That means you are raw. Get up here and bend over. I am going to take you again and breed you with my charged cum" he said Those words gave me an instant hard on. I eagerly hopped up on the bed on all fours. I felt him pull out the plug and felt what was probably blood and cum leak out of me. "Yeah your pussy is still bleeding. There is some cum. Time to recharge your cunt" he said "Yes Daddy please fuck me and cum in me." I said I turned around and kissed him with my tongue invading his mouth. He kissed back and held me. "I want you to breed me and knock me up and make me yours. I want to have your baby Daddy" I said as I kissed him again and then went down on his hard cock and sucked him for a minute then turned around and presented my ass to him. "Take me Daddy please" I said begging He put his hard head at me entrance and slowly entered me. I felt the burn as his cock went over and ripped again each scrape in my ass. I grunted in pain. He was more gentle than last night which helped but it still hurt a lot. I felt him start to pick up his pace. He was now pounding me. It hurt but I took it. I grunted in pain. He was pushing past my second ring and could feel the abrasions there too, it burned and hurt. He focused on my prostate again which provided some pleasure which made me moan a bit. He kept up and I pushed back meeting his thrust also rotating my ass and squeezing my ass which made him moan. I kept it up. I love giving him pleasure. "Oh yeah your cunt is milking me baby. Fuck your pussy feels so good." he moaned After a few minutes I felt his cock start to expand and his breathing I could tell he was on the verge and in a few strokes he started to cum "Here you go baby knocking you up" he moaned I pushed back and milked him. He kept grinding and fucking me hard. He slowed down and pulled out. He quickly replaced his cock with plug in me. I turned around and his cock had cum and a lot of blood. I wiped him off not wanting to eat my own blood. We kissed and he held me. He felt and smelled so good. "Thank you Daddy, I can't wait" I said "I know baby don't worry you will get pregnant soon" he said He got off the bed and started to get ready for work and I went to my bedroom and did the same. I got to work around 7:15am. Everyone was in the office and I got to work. We had a staff meeting. As everyone filled in, Professor Post came and sat by me. We were in the back of the room and with two other staffers near us but in front. The meeting went on and the Professor reached over and put his hand on my thigh and caressed it. It felt good. My ass was still burning so a pleasured touch was welcomed. He then moved his hand on my inner thigh caressing it. My breathing picked up. Then he his hand went into my shorts under my briefs and started to tease my balls and cock. My legs on their own spread giving him more access. He looked over and smiled. He then grabbed my hand and placed it on his now hard cock. I squeezed it and played with his cock head. He was wearing thin dress pants and it didn't feel like he had underwear on. Then his hand moved out of my crotch and then down my back and under my ass. He toyed with the butt plug in me rotating and moving it from side to side. I would squeeze his cock as he played with me. His pants started to have a wet spot of his precum leaking. I played more and let the fabric get wet and my fingers got sticky. I moved them up to my lips and licked it looking at him. I could see the hunger in my eyes. Then... "Professor Post can you update us on the field trip please" said the Department Chair He got up and spoke from the back. Luckly it hid his hard cock pushing in an outline of his pants. After he finished speaking he sat back down and placed his hand on my cock and rubbed it. I started to get hard again and he slipped his hand under and teased my cock. I started to leak precum and he wet his fingers and then licked it while looking at me smiling. We were both clearly horny and wanting to have sex but knew we couldn't. After the meeting we went back to his office and he closed his door. He pulled down his pants and I dropped on my knees and took his mammoth hard cock in my mouth. I sucked on him, worshiped it and licked his hard cock. I wanted to taste his cum. He moaned and started to fuck my mouth. After a few minutes I felt he was about to cum. Without warning he pulled out of my mouth and then put his hard cock in his pants and zipped it up. I looked at him at a loss why he would do that. "You don't get my cock again until I get to fuck your tight pussy. I want your ass and to fuck you again" he said. He then walked over to the door and opened it. I had to get up quickly so no one would see me on my knees. I was frustrated and thanked the Professor for his time and went to my desk to work. I had to hide my hard on with my bag when walking back to my desk. I sat down and again felt the butt plug push in me and my prostate. Even though it hurt and felt the burn it did feel good hitting my gspot. Here I was at my desk and horny my cock hard and leaking. I love my new life.

yesterday around lunchtime. Arranged a gangbang for my birthday. 5 cocks took turns pounding my hungry pussy. Got 6 loads in there and a 7th in my mouth. Got DP'd and they filmed me being a total cumwhore. FUCK it was so hot. And woke up this morning horny as fuck.

I woke up on my stomach to a pain in my ass. As I became more aware, I realized Rick was sitting on my ass with his cock in me. He was fucking me hard. It didn't feel like there was lube and it hurt a lot. I started to grunt in pain and get a little loud. "Shh boy, this is what you wanted right. Be my boy and get knocked up. Have a baby together" he moaned picking up his pace. "Yes Daddy I do" I said moaning and grunting. He started to hit my prostate and soon the pain turned into pleasure. I lifted my ass to meet his thrust. He was now pounding hard into me. I felt his sweat drip onto my back and I could feel his cock throb in me. "Fuck me Daddy and cum in me please. Knock me up with your seed please" I moaned and begged. "Here you go boy my charged seed in your cunt!" he yelled as I felt his cock spasm and shoot his load into me. I pushed back onto him trying to keep all his cock deep in my ass. We kept like that him grinding into me and my pushing back onto his stick. Each time I could feel his meat scrape my prostate and jam into my second hole. It hurt but also felt so good. Finally exhausted he fell on me and I turned my head and we kissed. He held me for a while then got off of me. I turned around and cleaned off his cock. It was covered in cum and some blood. A little more than normal. I asked if that's normal. "It will help my seed take in your pussy. I scraped your inside a little more this time." he said. I kissed him and thanked him. "Daddy when will I get knocked up" I asked innocently "It depends baby. It might take a few days or a few weeks. Everyone is different." he said. He went onto explain that he had hoped taking me off of PEP early before my test would not only make sure I didn't have a false negative but also get it out of my system so when he bred me it would take. He said sometimes the PEP stays in your system for a few days after your last dose. "I gotta get to work. Make sure to wear your plug today to keep my cum in your pussy." he said "Yes Daddy" I replied I looked at the clock it was 5:45am.

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

This is co-written with and inspired by BoiFagBarbie. I have tried to obey the rules and post correctly. We appreciate this site as the only place a story like this can be shared. The main character identifies throughout as male and so this seems the right place to post. The story is multi-part and has been completed - it will be updated every day or two. *** Chapter 1 - Honor thy father and Mother. He tried to get the angle exactly right. Just perfect to show a glimpse of his face as well as his cute little outfit. He wanted this picture to look perfect and to capture exactly who he was. The essence of his appearance and of his personality. Much of it, he knew, was unnecessary effort. This picture was amongst those destined for a certain location, to be seen by a certain audience. They might notice what he was wearing or his haircut or his face but their main attention would undoubtedly be focused on the sweet curve of his butt. The perfectly unused and insanely tempting invitation of his boi pussy pointed right at the lens. A red rag to a whole forum full of bulls, a promise of pleasure or revenge or desecration - whatever they wanted from him. Whatever he desperately desired from them. He already knew what their reaction would be. Some would just look and enjoy, some would press the icon signalling their approval and a few would private message him their filthy, sometimes positively depraved, thoughts. More would just wank their hard cocks to his image, shoot their heavy loads of cum at the idea of breaking his cute little cherry hole. Just the thought made him excited. All of that cum shot just for him. It was an exciting thought but also a sad one. That was wasted cum and not just any cum either. There was a reason that this forum was the only one that he had posted his pictures to. There was a reason that he particularly wanted to please these men, that he wanted to be a willing submissive bimbo boi pussy for these men. The same reason that when he dreamed of a Daddy, or Daddies, making him their hole then he always dreamt it was men from this forum. *** From the outside his life must have seemed perfect. In their small town his family lived in 'the big house'. His parents were caring in their way and he had certainly never wanted for anything. Except for genuine love, except for the recognition of just who he was as an individual. His parents had been fortunate - each had found his or her perfect companion. They thought alike, acted alike and believed alike. A couple in every sense of the word. It had always been that way. Only very recently had he come to consider if that had always been true, if it had been true before he had been around. Had his father really found a woman perfectly suited to him or had his mother been moulded by his father until she perfectly fulfilled the role he desired for her? Just as now the two of them were going all out to mould him into the 'perfect son'. Whatever he himself might or might not desire - whoever he himself really was. His parents were very prominent in their local church and very prominent in their County's brand of rural ultra-religious Conservatism. The Good Book guided their lives and should guide the lives of everyone - at least those sections of it that they liked. 'Honor thy Father and Mother' most definitely fitted into that category and so did the perceived prohibitions against homosexuality. That Book was mined for prohibitions against most anything his parents didn't like. Once you made something fit then the need to explain or persuade magically went away. The Bible said it and that was that. His parents had all the prejudices of their kind. They hated liberals and feminists while they despised ethnic minorities. His father had read plenty of old tracts - from back when the Bible was King James and they knew how to understand it. Back when they saw slavery as a divinely-ordained institution. Maybe his father wouldn't go that far, at least in public, but for the old man equal rights were as ridiculous for 'them' as they were for women. It was probably just as well that in their town Black folks didn't stay along and womenfolk knew their place or got out. There were a few Democrat types still there to judge by the voting records but they kept real quiet about it. Such prejudices were neither here nor there - they found little expression in a town and a County so whitebread it fitted their worldview perfectly. The outside world made little impression save to show up on their TV News (Fox or Newsmax only of course) and to confirm their prejudices. Then, of course, there were the sodomites. If his parents and their society hated or despised other groups then it was nothing compared to the depth of their antipathy towards Gays and Trans people. He couldn't remember a time when his father hadn't raged against such unnatural perversions. When that fount of Biblical knowledge hadn't quoted the old rules, hadn't yearned for a leader who could clense their nation of such abominations. Were his parents really so blind or was it just that they refused to see? Back in school when such things had first become an issue the other boys had been chasing girls but somehow that hadn't captured his attention. He'd been more interested in Mr Lawson, the rugged ex-Marine who was their gym teacher. He had to have been in his early fifties but he still kept himself fit. The male body, especially the teenage one, was blatant in revealing what it found attractive. Thinking of Mr Lawson he would have a raging boner in his shorts, something he could only hide because he was rather small down there, thinking of the girls not so much. It wasn't like he didn't get plenty of opportunities. He was an attractive young man, retaining a boyish or even slightly androgynous charm. Some of the girls went for the 'bad boys' but plenty more seemed interested in the 'pretty boy' of the class. It would have been so much easier if he could have responded to that interest but he could not. When he had 'those' dreams they were not of him with a girl. They were of him with Mr Lawson or even better with Mr Lawson and some of his older, rougher, veteran friends. People noticed that he didn't have a girlfriend of course. He was put down as a late developer by most. Some others called him some nasty names but he understood that they didn't really believe what they said. He was his father's son. It was inconceivable that he could really be a fag. He obviously just hadn't met the right girl yet. He had almost convinced himself they were right. Even when he was past eighteen years old, going to the local Christian College and still hadn't met her. Despite having a severe crush on the College grounds man - a big bearded muscular man in his late forties who sometimes smelled of whiskey and whose skin was tanned by his outdoors work. Not that he did anything about the crush of course - to be found out would be expulsion, humiliation and maybe worse. Anyway the groundsman had a wife and five kids. Later he would admit it was the type rather than the individual that attracted him. The undeniably male type. He understood that fully when those college days provided the one great education that he obtained there. He discovered just what the internet could offer a young man like him. ***

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I fail to see the purpose of this poll? Am I missing something that should be obvious about it? If I’m ass up at the bathhouse, I rarely look back to see who’s fucking me. So really race doesn’t matter. If I’m on the prowl looking for dick, race still doesn’t matter. It’s always about attraction and chemistry. Race still doesn’t factor into my decision to sleep with someone.

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This is a continuation of the story - Part 3 Enjoy I went to bed and with the drinks I had during the evening, I went right to sleep and got a good nights rest. When I woke up the next morning I was too excited to eat, so I just jumped into the shower to get ready. I was sure to take extra care shaving around my cock, my balls and then I shaved around my hole and up my crack. As it indeed was supposed to be a hot day I didn’t bother to put on any underwear. I just put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, socks and my running shoes. My shorts brushing up against my freshly shaved cock and balls sent a little tingle through me. My stomach was fluttering. Did I really want to do this? Did I really want to meet John in person? I had gotten a lot of pleasure over the past month or so, and I had lots of fantasy and masturbation material in my head from it. I could leave it at that and just go to one of the other theme parks, or I could just stay home and watch porn and jerk off. I was literally shaking as I tried to make a decision. I poured myself a drink even though it was morning but it calmed my nerves so I could think more clearly. What was the harm in going to the theme park? John didn’t know what I looked like so I could stand right next to him and he would not know it was me. Why not go to the park and decide when I got there? I headed over to the theme park, arriving ten minutes early and found a good spot from where I could observe John as he arrived and waited at our agreed upon place. I still hadn’t made my decision yet. Maybe I would just watch him from afar. After ten minutes he said he would go into the park for the day. I could just follow along a safe distance behind, blending right in with all the other people. I could change my mind and approach him anytime during the day. But there again, there was no harm in just meeting him and talking and enjoying the park … or was there? I didn’t have long to wait as I spotted John walking towards our agreed upon spot. He was more attractive in person and I felt a tingle both in my cock and in my ass. I diverted my gaze around so I would not be noticeable. As he reached our meeting spot, he began to look around, letting his eyes scan the crowd. Suddenly his gaze locked on me as I happened to be looking towards him when he looked my way. It seemed as if our eyes locked on each other. I forced myself to looked away, but when I looked back, he was still staring at me. This time, as my eyes again met his, he smiled. I froze. I knew I only had two choices now. I could just walk away or I could go meet him. There was no harm in saying “HI,” so, as if on auto pilot, my legs began to move and I walked over to where he was standing. The closer I got to him, the bigger his smile became. Finally I was in front of him. He reached out his hand to shake mine and said “Hi. I’m John. I am glad you made the decision to join me this morning.” His handshake and his casual manner immediately put me at ease. I was going to tell him I almost didn’t show, but I was here now. That was the past. “How did you recognize me?”, I asked. John chuckled as he explained that as he scanned the crowd, there was only one guy with a little stiffy wiggling in his shorts. Looking down I suddenly realized that my five inch cock was indeed standing up and bobbing, making a noticeable tent in my shorts. I must have turned bright red for a moment as I too began to laugh. “Guess that is what I get for making the decision not to wear any underwear.” John replied, “You will have the opportunity to make many more decisions today. Oh and by the way, I am not wearing any underwear either. Shall we go in and enjoy the park?” When I thought about John’s eight inch cock bare under his shorts, mine seemed to get even harder. I knew I had to do something quick to distract my mind so my erection would go down, so I smiled in agreement, and turning, headed to the park entrance. We spent an enjoyable morning and afternoon as we chatted and enjoyed the theme park. We both liked the same things and we found we were both very comfortable with each other. Every so often when there was no one close enough to hear, John would make some comment to me, such as “My cock is tingling thinking about your hot ass” and “I bet you are thinking about taking it bare” and “Imagine what it will feel like with a number of loads deep inside you.” Each time John would make a comment, my little cock would start to tingle and if I could not distract my mind quick enough I would develop a tent in my shorts. By mid-afternoon it had gotten very hot so John suggested we head over to one of the water parks so we could cool off in the pools and enjoy the water slides. It sounded like a great idea so we both drove with me following him. It was decision time again. I could keep following him or I could turn off and head home. But why? John was a nice guy and we had a lot in common. If I didn’t want to get sexual with him, we could just be friends right? We parked our cars and grabbed our swim suits and headed inside. Once we were inside the water park, John said we needed to get lockers so we could put our clothes in them. He asked if I wanted to just share a locker or if I wanted my own. Another decision. If I had my own, I could leave at any time and head home, but if we shared one then I would have to stay until John was ready to go. Well I love the water parks and I could stay there all day long so might as well just share one. After renting our locker we headed off to the changing area to put our suits on. I could not help but get a little excited as I was hoping to catch a glimpse of John’s cock as he changed into his swim suit. He must have known what I was thinking as he took his time. I had gotten out of my t-shirt and shorts and quickly put my swim suit on before anyone could notice that I was semi-erect. John had only taken his shirt off and I could see a couple of bright colorful tattoos on his upper chest near his shoulders. He commented that in his professional career, tattoos were best kept in places that could be covered by clothing so that they were not visible at work. John was standing directly in front of me as he slowly began to take his shorts off. He took his time and then after removing them, stood there nude as he neatly folded his shorts giving me ample time to catch glimpses of his cock. It was absolutely gorgeous and impressive. It was all of his stated eight inches, and to describe it as 'thick' was an understatement. I knew I would have to be totally fucked-up to even get the head of it into my ass. His pubic area was closely trimmed and a large shaved hanging sack with two well defined balls complimented his package. I was afraid I was going to just start drooling all over myself when we heard someone enter the changing area, so I turned away as John pulled up his swim suit. We put our clothing in the locker and then headed to the water to cool off, where we spent the afternoon in the pools and on the slides. As in the theme park John would make comments when no one was close enough to hear, but he played a different angle. John would draw my attention to the women. “Check out that hot young woman over there. Those tits are about to pop out of her top. Bet you would like to hold those in your hands” “Check out that woman over there. See the camel toe in her bikini bottom. I bet you would love to bury your face in that.” But then he would add comments like “You know she would never let you fuck her. She wants a big cock sliding in and out of her. Bet you would love to know what she feels like with a big cock plowing in and out of her.” “I bet she would do anything to suck on a big cock like mine.” The effect of his comments had me looking at all the women, thin, fat, young and old. My cock was tingling almost non-stop. Whenever I could sneak a squeeze of it, I would, but as my eyes feasted on the women and my cock responded to the increasing horniness, my mind was fixating on images of big hard dripping cocks in front of my face or sliding deep into my ass… Big Fat Dripping POZ cocks! After we had cooled down in the water, we decided to sit and have a couple of drinks at the Tiki bar. The alcohol relaxed me, but it also increased my horniness. As we sat enjoying our drinks and talking, John would look at a woman going by and my gaze would follow his and then I would fix my gaze on her tits, or her ass, or her pussy. My cock would tingle and then I would look back at John. He was sitting sideways on the bar stool facing me with his legs spread. As I looked back at John, he would glance down at his crotch and again my gaze would follow his. I could see a little outline of his cock through his loose fitting swim suit. It is a good thing I had my towel on my lap so no one could see my erection. It was late afternoon so we decided to hit the pool one last time before we left, and after one last dip, and having cooled-off, we headed to the locker. John said he was just going to keep his swim suit on so I did as well and we headed to our cars. Out in the parking lot John said he had enjoyed the day. He had some errands to run and then get dinner and rest a little. He was going to a local bathhouse later in the evening. “It is time for another decision.”, he said, continuing “It has been a nice magical day. It can end here and now, or it can continue and maybe be a night of thrills. The decision is yours. I do not want an answer now. Go home and think about it. If you decide you want things to continue, then follow the instructions on this paper. This is Step 1. Then meet me at the bathhouse at 11:oo P.M. if you decide to continue. There will be other Steps and decisions as we proceed.” With that he stepped close and handed me an envelope, then reached between us and grabbed my again stiff cock and gave it a squeeze. Then he said goodbye, got in his car and left. I suddenly realized I was just standing next to my car with an erect cock tenting my swim suit with a sealed envelope in my hand. I got into my car trembling as I opened the envelope and began to read. I needed to make a couple of stops on my way home to pick up some things on the list. And then depending on my decision I had some things to do to get ready for my night of thrills. My mind must have crashed from sexual overload as I don’t remember a whole lot of my trip home. I made the stops I needed to and picked the things up and I was soon back at my house. I set my bags on the table and sat down on the couch for a minute to relax. What was I doing? Why was I doing this? I needed to stop now! I picked up the instructions from John and read them again. I needed to think straight. I needed to calm myself down. Going into the kitchen I fixed myself a stiff drink and sat back down and put the TV on to distract myself. The drink helped to relax me and I soon could think more clearly. I saw the bags sitting on the table and I thought I should just take them outside and throw them in the trash. But I didn’t. Why not? It was suddenly clear - because I wanted to have a big cock ramming deep up my ass! What harm would it do? I could insist that John or anyone else wear a condom. Or if I did let them in me bare, I could insist they pull out and cum in my mouth or on me. There were still many other chances to make decisions so what harm was there in Step 1? One of the things John had me pick up was some single use enemas and he had given me explicit instructions, which if I followed them would insure that I was squeaky clean. We can all benefit from a good flushing now and then, so I followed John’s directions and even did a couple of extra rinses to be absolutely sure. I actually felt quite refreshed afterwards. I then took a nice long shower, again running the razor around my cock, over my balls and along my ass to be double sure I was smooth. I should have fixed something to eat, but my stomach was starting to get nervous again so instead I fixed another drink, then still nude I sat down at the computer to log on and check the latest news, weather and sports. As my screen sprang to life the last webpage I had visited filled the screen. It was a bareback video site and the image on the screen was of a daddy bear with a large cock about the same size as John’s. What would it hurt to watch a little of the video? My cock got hard and I slowly began to stroke it, but I kept myself on the edge. I did not want to cum. Not yet. I had one, maybe two more drinks as I watched videos and before I knew it the clock showed it was 10:00 P.M. I called my wife to see how her day had gone and she said it had been tiring and she was ready for bed. I told her that I too was tired after a day at the theme park and then the water park. We chatted for a few more minutes and bade each other good night. After I hung up the phone I thought to myself that I should head off to bed, but as I reached over to turn off my computer the image that filled the screen was a gaping asshole out of which was leaking a stream of cum. As if someone had a remote control with which they could control my movements, I went to the bedroom and a couple of minutes later I came back out into the living room. I was wearing a light pair of cotton shorts, a T-shirt and sandals. I needed to take the rest of this stuff out to the trash can. But why? I still had several more steps and chances to make decisions. I quickly completed the last of the instructions, then placed the required items in my gym bag. I turned out the lights and headed out the door, locking it behind me. It was 10:40 and it was a twenty minute drive to the bathhouse. As I pulled into the bathhouse parking lot I spotted John standing next to his car. The space next to him was open and I pulled into it. I got out and said “Hi”. John had a smile on his face and said “I’m very glad you decided to show up. This can be a very thrilling night, if you choose for it to be. But as we discussed, you will have several opportunities to make a choice. Which choice you make at each step will determine the course of events for the evening. Do you understand?”. I nodded my head and quickly responded “Yes”. John got a serious look on his face as he said, “Do you want to do Step #2, or do you wish to skip it?” I now had to make a choice. If I skipped Step 2, we could go into the bathhouse and check it out, but if I got uncomfortable or changed my mind I could just walk out and drive home. But if I decided to take Step 2, I was committing to spending at least a couple of hours at the bathhouse. A sudden rush of excitement hit me as John spoke those words. Without hesitating I reached into my car and grabbed the small brown bag on the seat. Inside was a 100ml bottle of vodka which I quickly opened. Without hesitation I raised it to my lips and drained the 3 ½ shots it contained. As I swallowed it down, I felt my body relax. Combined with the drinks I had at home, it would be a good 4 hours before I would be able to drive home without being in trouble if I got pulled over by law enforcement. John smiled and told me to grab my bag, lock my car and then follow him inside. As we entered the door we were in a little alcove area. There was a glass window with a clerk behind it and then a locked door in front of us. The window had a covered hole in the middle to allow talking with the clerk and a slot at the bottom to allow passing things back and forth. John had already checked in, so he told the clerk that I was coming in and would only need a locker. The clerk asked for my ID and my entry fee which I passed under the window, and then he pushed a button. A buzzing noise could be heard and the door in front of us unlocked so we could enter. On the other side of the door, the clerk gave me a towel, a locker key and my ID. As I thanked the clerk I could feel the warmth from the vodka pass through me as John said “Follow me to the locker area and then I will show you around.” When we got to the locker area, I found mine and John told me to strip naked and put all my clothes and shoes into the locker, but hang onto my bag and towel. As I striped, John stood in a spot where he had the best view of my naked ass. I locked the locker and started to wrap my towel around me when John told me to give him my towel, grab my bag and then follow him. We walked into an area where there were hallways with doors on either side. Some of the doors were open and you could see a guy lying on the small bed in the room. Some laid on their backs, others on their stomachs, but all were nude, although some did have a towel covering them. John stopped in front of a door at the end of one hallway and using his key opened it to reveal a deluxe room. This room was bigger with a much larger bed in it. John told me to put my bag on the bed as he proceeded to strip off his shirt and shorts which he had put on to meet me in the parking lot. There was a TV hanging on the wall with a gay porno movie playing on it. One guy was bent over a bench while another guy was slowly fucking his ass bareback. My cock began to harden a little as I looked over and for the second time today I found myself staring at John’s gorgeous cock. It appeared to be even bigger and fatter than it was at the water park which I attributed to him being a little excited. John wrapped his towel around his waist, but when I went to do the same he stopped me. “You will remain naked and exposed for all to see your small shaved cock and your bare ass. That way they will know you are a bottom. If I walk around bare we will have all the bottoms in here wanting me to fuck them.”, John chuckled. When he said this I felt a stirring in my cock and I developed a semi hard-on. We exited his room and John locked the door. John walked up and down each of the hallways with rooms. I noticed a number of people standing in the hall outside of their rooms. Some of them had hankies tied to the door handle advertising their interests. I noticed a number of them checking me out as we walked by. Then John walked me out into a common area where there were a number of guys sitting around on couches while some hot gay porno played on a large screen. Some of the guys had their towels covering them, while others had their cocks on full display and were stroking them openly. Along one side of this area there was a wall with a couple of openings in it. That is a maze John said as he led me towards one of the openings. It was quite dark in the maze and it twisted around a few times. I noticed numerous glory holes in the walls as well as some more secluded areas. There were a half a dozen guys in the maze engaged in sucking cocks. John reached down and grabbed my cock which was now fully hard and sticking out. He squeezed it a few times as he whispered to me that we might play in the maze later. John then showed me the shower area. This area had open showers as well as a sauna and steam room. John pointed these out as we headed for an exit to the patio area out back. Out back there was a large patio area with a pool and a hot tub. Nobody was in the pool, but there were a few guys in the hot tub. John also showed me a couple of “secluded areas” out back where a number of guys had congregated and were actively involved in sexual activity. Other guys stood around and watched as they stroked their cocks or made out as they watched the show. In one area a young twink was spitted between two guys. He was aggressively sucking off one guy while another guy was plowing him deep from behind. My cock jumped to attention as I saw this, a fact that did not go un-noticed by the guys watching. By now I was feeling a good buzz from the vodka. John noticed this and as he completed the tour of the place he led me back to his room. As we entered, he dropped his towel as he locked the door. His cock was now half erect and my eyes were glued to it. “Are you enjoying yourself?”, John asked. “Yes.” I replied. John then looked me in the eyes and said, “If you wish to continue, take what is needed for Step 3 from your bag and kneel on the edge of the bed with your face down on a pillow. If you wish to skip this step then sit on the edge of the bed and we will discuss how you want the remainder of the evening to go.” As there was no harm in Step 3, I knelt on the bed as instructed and reached into my bag and pulled out my butt plug. I felt John come up behind me and begin massaging the cheeks of my ass. He would push them together, then pull them apart, watching my hole as he did so. The effect on me was very relaxing, or maybe it was the vodka. All I know is I was feeling very relaxed and mellow. John stepped away for a moment and when he returned I felt something cool and slippery on my hole and I knew John had applied some lubricant. Slowly he began running his fingers in circles around the rim of my hole. Every few rounds I would feel his fingers move inwards towards the opening, but then quickly retreat to the rim. This teasing resulted in a growing need to feel his fingers in me and I began to unconsciously push back each time I felt his fingers at my opening. John continued this slow teasing for what seemed like ten minutes, adding more lubricant every so often until I could feel it running down the back of my ball sac. Then on one of my backwards pushes I felt his finger enter my opening. At first it was just the tip and John held it there. I tried to push back further but John put a hand on my ass cheek preventing me from pushing any further back. And then I felt it … slowly he began to press his finger deeper into me. Then he pulled his finger completely out, and then quickly placed it against me and slowly pressed it in again. It did not take John long to introduce a second and then a third finger. With each stroke I felt my hole loosening up a little more. Suddenly I felt an emptiness as John removed his fingers. But before I could ask him to please put his fingers back in, I felt the tip of my butt plug being pressed against my hole. John slowly began to rotate the butt plug first one way, then the other, as he slowly began pushing it in a little then withdrawing it. Twist right, then left, thrust forward, pull back. My hole was aching for him to shove it all the way in, but he kept teasing me, building my desire. After about five minutes of loosening me up with the plug, he stopped, holding the plug so its widest point was right at the rim of my hole, holding it open. He held it there, letting me calm down for a moment. I did not realize my excitement and rapid breathing until I began to calm down. As he continued to hold the plug in place he said, “Decision time again. We a e now at Step 4. If you decide to do this step, remove the next item from your bag. If you wish to skip this step just push back and I will shove the plug the rest of the way in now.” During my correspondence with John over the past month, he had been very interested in my orgy experience at the gay resort. He was especially curious about the pain medications I was taking at the time and if I had any of the meds remaining. I had told him that I had not taken all the pills that had been prescribed. I had held on to the remaining pills in case I needed them for pain in the future or for more recreational uses. As a result of these discussions John had directed me with specific instructions in preparation for Step 4. Before I left my house I was supposed to clean out one of the empty enema bottles I had used. Then I was to crush up half of one of the pain pills (they were quite strong) and place it in the bottle along with 1 ounce of 150 proof grain alcohol which would dissolve the pill, then cap the bottle and put it in my bag. This was for Step 4. Knowing the affects of the medication lasted about four hours, I had decided to use a whole pill and two ounces of grain alcohol, reasoning was that half could be used and if things went well and I was still playing after 4 hours I would have more if needed. Step 4 was indeed a big decision. I already had a very good buzz from the vodka I had drunk. One ounce of grain alcohol would be the equivalent of two more shots of vodka, plus a half of a pain pill. And this would be rapidly absorbed through the lining of my ass. I knew the resulting high would definitely relax my inhibitions and I would be taking cocks in my ass. But at the orgy had I not maintained enough clear thought to demand that condoms be used? Even if I did lose enough inhibition tonight to let John or others enter me bare, I could always demand that they pull out and not cum in me. The memory of that night at the orgy, the wonderful high, the thrill of multiple cocks using me had fueled my fantasies for several years. I thought about it almost every time I masturbated. I had been dying for the opportunity to have that experience again. Had I not placed the ad and begun my correspondence with John with the fantasy in my head that maybe I would get high enough and uninhibited enough to take bare cocks? And in my fantasy hadn’t those cocks filled me with hot loads? Wasn’t that what I really wanted, but just had not been able to get over the last hurdle? Wasn’t that why John had helped develop this approach? Work up the excitement and the thrill? Let the inhibitions down a step at a time? Give me the opportunity at each step to say no? Step 4 was not the last step. There was still at least one more step after this where I could stop things. So what would be the harm in going ahead with Step 4? All these thoughts went through my head in only a couple of seconds so there was hardly any delay before I reached into my bag and took out the enema bottle. As John saw me pull it from my bag, he slowly backed off with the butt plug. My hole felt empty and open, wanting something back in it. John took the bottle from me and removed the cap and then inserted the nozzle into me. As I was loose, I didn’t feel it go in at all so John moved it around a little so I would know that he had inserted it into me. He held it there for a few moments and then said, “There appears to be a little more than an ounce here. But might as well use it up and not waste any.” Before I could explain to John that I had made extra so there would be some to use later if needed, he gave the bottle a quick squeeze and the entire contents was injected up my ass. As I felt the burn from the grain alcohol hit my insides, I realized I was now on my way to one hell of a high with a full pain pill and the equivalent of 4 more shots of vodka being rapidly absorbed into my system. John removed the nozzle and tossed the bottle aside as he picked up the butt plug and pressed it all the way in. “This will hold Step 4 in until it is all absorbed”. As the burn began to subside, I felt warmth begin to permeate through my body, beginning with my ass and radiating outwards engulfing my whole body. John came around to the side of the bed and I could see his cock was fully hard and his cum filled balls were hanging low in his big hanging sac. John had said he had an 8” cock, but he must have meant 8” soft, because what I was staring at had to be at least 9” to 9 ½”. I rolled over on my side and slid over to the end of the bed which put my mouth at the perfect level to begin sucking his cock. I took him into my mouth and began to slowly make love to his cock with it. As my mind and body began to float, the only thing I was aware of was how wonderful this cock felt and that I wanted to get to know and taste every single microscopic part of it. I lost track that the cock was even attached to someone or something. It was just a giant cock floating in the universe. And then I became aware of the balls hanging beneath it. As the slick cock dripping with my saliva brushed across my cheek, I leaned forward so that I could take his hairless nut sac into my mouth. I licked and cradled his balls with my tongue, bathing them as if they were some young boy being bathed in a temple. I don’t know how long I worshipped this beautiful cock and balls but I became aware that John was gently pushing me back onto the bed, rolling me onto my back. I felt like I was drifting through the air on a magic carpet. Then I heard John say “Time for another decision. You still have a few more things in your bag. You can suck on me some more and feast on my tasty load, or you can take the remaining things from your bag. The decision is yours.” I was trying to remember what else was in my bag. Again it seemed like hours but it was only a few seconds before I remembered. As John had directed, I had taken an empty soda bottle and packed about an inch of cotton balls in the bottom and then opened a fresh bottle of poppers and poured some in wetting the cotton and then closing the bottle up. This allowed a good volume of vapors to build up in the bottle and it could be used in any position without worrying about spilling the poppers. John was so smart about such things! There was also a spray can of something called Maximum Impact that John had asked me to pick up and a linen handkerchief. Being a popper freak as soon as I remembered what was left in the bag, I immediately emptied it out. As John looked on with amusement I grabbed the soda bottle with the poppers, uncapped it and jammed it up my nostril taking a long deep inhale before sticking it up the other side and completely filling my lungs with the vapors. I felt my eyes rolling back in their sockets for a moment and when I again could focus I saw John between my legs. His cock was bobbing up and down and he was holding the butt plug in his hand. I didn’t even feel him remove it, but I was suddenly aware of an emptiness in my hole. John threw the butt plug aside and picked up the handkerchief and the spray can. My gaze was still focused on his beautiful cock and at that moment I wanted to feel it inside of me. As I watched it bob up and down as if in slow motion, I saw a fine line of pre-cum ooze out and drip from the tip. His cock was bare! He wasn’t wearing a condom! I started to panic for a moment when I felt a cold cloth against my mouth. It distracted me from my panic for a moment as I heard John say yet again, “Decision time”. I knew I had never been this high in my life, yet I was loving it. I felt so uninhibited and free. I wanted nothing more than to feel his cock inside of me, but he was bare! Should I let him in? I could always ask him to pull out before he cums. But he had told me once he got his cock into an ass he never pulled out until after he came. But I know John. He is a real nice guy and he would never force himself on someone. He would respect their wishes. I felt the itch and a twitching deep inside my hole. It was begging for something inside. In my mind I said to myself, “I can ask him to put the plug back in and I will suck him off. But that cock is so beautiful and sexy. It will look so hot sliding in and out of my hole. Maybe I will let him stick just the head in.” John had moved closer and I felt the head of his cock right near my hole, lightly brushing the rim as it bobbed up and down. “Decision time.”, I heard him say again. I thought I could open my mouth and just inhale a little from the handkerchief. I opened my mouth and as the first hit from the vapors entered my lungs I knew I just wanted to keep breathing in. I felt myself losing consciousness but I knew that was what I wanted. (Afterwards John told me I never lost consciousness but I was totally lost in my high. He had to pull the rag from my mouth or I would have sucked it down my throat). As I came down a little from the rush I became aware of something big and hard and wonderful stroking in and out of my hole. My whole body felt like it was just one long sleeve with something sliding through it. After a few more minutes I became aware of John over the top of me slowly stroking the entire length of his cock in and out of my hole. There was no pain, no discomfort just a wonderful full feeling. As he stroked, I was staring up at his chest. I had a close-up view of the tattoo at his shoulder. The colors were so vibrant, the design so intricate and subtle. John was beginning to pick up his pace and stroke faster. I began to see a pattern emerge in the tattoo, subtly blended into the image. I raised my finger and traced the outline of the pattern as if trying to feel a difference. Was I seeing things or was this pattern a symbol? As I looked up into John’s eyes he smiled and nodded, acknowledging that I was correct in what I saw. I saw his lips move and heard him say, “I like you and today has been a wonderful experience. Therefore for the first time in my life I will make an exception to my rule. I will pull out before I am finished. But only if you ask me to.”. I could sense his cock getting harder inside me and he was picking up his pace. His cock felt so wonderful inside me, I didn’t want the feeling to end. And I had wanted this for so long… to feel a bare cock deep inside me and to feel it shoot a hot load… to feel the spasms as it jerked and spewed forth. But his cum was toxic. It would infect me. It would make me sick. But somehow that made the idea so much hotter. But I am married, I shouldn’t be doing this. But that too made the idea hotter. John was now pounding hard and fast. The bed was shaking and I felt something bang against my side. Looking over I spotted the soda bottle with the poppers. Just then John said, “I am getting close. Decision time. Do you want me to pull out?” I reached down and grabbed the soda bottle and pulled off the top shoving it up my nose and taking a huge hit, then I shoved it up my other nostril and just as I started to inhale, I looked into John’s eyes as he let out a grunt and I felt his cock begin to spasm shooting jet after jet of cum deep inside me.

Read part 1 first as it gives background to help you understand. Enjoy So here I was with an opportunity. My wife was going out of town for two weeks. Was it any different than me going out of town? Well yes, I had a couple of months notice that she was going out of town. When I go for work there is rarely any advance notice. So I had time to post ads and make plans. For what? I NEEDED TO BE FUCKED BY A BARE COCK! But was that all? NO, I WANTED TO BE BARE/RAW FUCKED BY A POTENTIALLY (PREFERABLY) POZ COCK. And so I posted my ads “A Day of Magic! A Night of Thrills!” At first that might not sound like an ad seeking raw breeding. The key to success lay in a slow gradual build-up of the excitement with a number of “decision points” along the way. Each decision to continue would kick the excitement up another notch. My desire was to let the excitement build from the initial meeting, throughout the entire day and then culminate late in the evening. I am a “theme park junkie” and have annual passes to all the local theme parks where I live. My idea was to hopefully find someone who also enjoyed the parks so at least we would have something in common to start off with. Also this would provide me with a truthful excuse when my wife asked what my plans were while she was gone. “I plan to spend the entire day at the parks, honey.” My ad read, “Mid 50’s WM. 5’11”, 225 lb. hairy bear seeking a rugged or bearish Top interested in introducing me to BB. Let’s meet up at one of the theme parks and enjoy the magic during the day. If we hit it off, then we can continue into a night of thrills. I am a bottom with a 5” cut cock. I keep my pubic hair shaved so my small cock and balls are on full display when I am naked. I am very fetish and kink friendly and open to some mild partying and playing. A huge popper freak here. This is a long time fantasy of mine so this ad is just an introduction. I want to carefully plan our encounter so it is indeed the thrill of a lifetime.” Each time I posted the ad, my Inbox filled up with the usual spam, requests for photos, for my protection please sign up for this site, etc. But I would find one or two that on the surface appeared to be legitimate. But after a few emails back and forth they ended up being fakes too. But then I got the email from John. He was about my age and had a professional career just like me. He also enjoyed the “theme parks” and had an annual pass to one that I did. He had a profile on one of the hookup sites and after a few emails we exchanged user names. When I checked out his profile, I got an instant erection. He was a 6’1, 260 lb. bear. He was built like an American football player with a broad chest and broad shoulders. His sexual preference was listed as gay and he was a Top/Versatile. His cock was listed as 8” cut and shaved. His photo showed a handsome face of a guy with a muscle shirt that showed a bit of his hairy chest. He did not post a naked photo, so I had to imagine his cock in my mind. I could not have asked for a hotter physical look. But the thing that really got my excitement going was he listed his status as “I don’t know, don’t care”. And his preference in a partner was “no preference.” He was 'out', but I explained to him that because I was married I would not share a face photo, but I did send him what he asked for. A naked photo of me from the neck down, a close-up photo of my cock and a photo of me bent over and spreading my cheeks. His response back to me was “I would love to fuck that hole BARE!” I shot a load of cum when I read that. Over the next couple of weeks we exchanged emails. He wanted to know about my sex life with my wife, my gay experiences, how I first started playing with guys and a full history since. He was especially interested in my experience in the orgy at the gay resort, and my fantasies about bareback sex. As we emailed back and forth the one subject never mentioned was HIV status. We also talked about non-sexual stuff and found we had a lot in common. We both enjoyed theme parks, had similar taste in food, had some similar hobbies, etc. But he shared little about his own sexual history, although I really never asked. One day as my wife’s trip was getting closer I got an email from John. I had just got home from work and had gotten naked and was checking my mail before I watched some porn and masturbated. He asked me if I was still interested in getting fucked BARE. I told him more so than ever, but I was scared. He asked what I was afraid of? Was I afraid of HIV? I answered "Yes, but it's also a huge turn on." Then he wanted to know if I found the general idea of HIV infection a turn on, or if I found the idea of ME being infected a turn on. I was about to answer that I found the general idea exciting but as I was typing my response I could feel my cock was rock hard and I reached down and gave it a few good squeezes and it seemed to get even harder, then I typed “MY being infected." I stared at my response on the screen. Did I really want to tell John this? Is this what I really wanted? I looked down at my cock and it was bobbing up and down as if it was shaking IT’s head “YES”. I picked up my bottle of poppers and took off the cap and shoved it up my right nostril and took a huge huff. I held my breath feeling the rush come over me. I moved the bottle of poppers to my left nostril and as soon as I exhaled I immediately took a second huge hit. Again I held my breath. I had a nice rush going. Then I did another round of the poppers getting even higher. I then grabbed my cock with one hand and began to stroke it as I reached up to my keyboard with the other and hit SEND. John immediately responded back, asking me if I was masturbating. I responded that I had just shot a load of cum all over my belly. He wanted me to take a photo of it and immediately send it to him to prove it. I did as he asked. After a few minutes I was coming down from the rush. My limp cock had shriveled up and was dangling between my legs. The cum all over my belly was getting more fluid and was beginning to run down my body. Then I got another email from John saying “So you find the idea of a POZ guy fucking you with his bare cock and pumping you full of his toxic seed, knowing he is knocking you up, exciting?” I knew what John was doing. He wanted to know if my mind changed after I had shot my load and come down from the popper and sexual highs. My limp cock got a little tingly as I reached for my keyboard and typed 3 letters and hit send, YES. I immediately logged off and headed to get cleaned up before my wife got home. As I stood in the shower with the hot water running over me, the events that had just happened were going through my mind. Instead of being scared of what I had just told John, I actually felt a very relaxing calm. With only a week before my wife left, emails with John had just been friendly and non-sexual. Nothing more had been said since I had told him that the idea of me being infected was a turn-on. Then I got an email from John saying that if I wanted to meet at the theme park the following Saturday, he would be available. He said we could spend the day at the park and see how things progressed. Up to this point, John had only seen photos of my body so he did not know what I looked like. We agreed on a time and a location to meet at the entrance. He told me what he would be wearing (although I knew what he looked like). My wife left a few days later on her trip. I would get home from work and immediately strip naked, pour myself a drink and begin watching porn, or surfing the gay hookup, barebacking, or bug chasing sites. At some point during the evening I would take a short break to fix something to eat, and later in the evening to talk to my wife on the phone to see how her day had gone and say goodnight. Then I would watch a little more porn before falling asleep. By the end of the evening I had cum 4 to 5 times. Each time as I got close, I would use some poppers and as the rush hit me I would imagine a POZ guy was fucking me bare and shooting his cum deep inside me. It was Friday and I had not heard from John in a week. I had sent a couple of emails to him, just to say “HI”, but had not heard back from him. I was beginning to wonder if this had all been a game to him and he was just another fake who had gotten his masturbatory thrills and then moved on. Then during the evening as I was again naked, drinking, surfing the net and masturbating, I got an email from him. He apologized for not getting back to me, but he had been busy. He would be at the arranged meeting place in the morning. I had a decision to make. He would only wait there for 10 minutes. If I didn’t show up, he would just go in and enjoy the park by himself for the day. I may or may not ever hear from him afterwards. He didn’t want me to answer him back, he just wanted me to think about my decision the rest of the evening, understanding the potential consequences either way. He also mentioned that the weather was forecast to be hot so I might want to bring along a swimming suit. If it got too hot at the theme park in the afternoon, we could always head on over to one of the area water parks. The rest of the night my cock was rock hard. I watched porn, visited the bug chasing websites, and drank a bit too much. But when I would get close to coming I would stop. I didn’t want to cum that nigh as I wanted the excitement to build-up. Finally I called my wife to say good night and I told her I would be spending the next day at the theme park. She told me she wished she could go with but to have fun. As I hung up I couldn’t help but think to myself, if she only knew the kind of fun I was thinking of having.

FUCKER!!! You are making me cheat on Whthole4U and his story line-- read this yesterday ( well, parts 1 and 2- saved the rest for today ) and got so horney that I drove to the porn store in Miami and took loads from anyone I could get a load out of- ended up with 1 guys rubbers fucked into my hole ( with his load in it still) sucked off an old guy who had some really bitter piss and even more bitter cum, was made to slurp on a guys cock to get him off, and then had a pig eat the rubbers out of my hole as 3 guys watched, then he fucked me with his beer can cock. Wasn't enough, so I had to hit the bar with the play patio- took a black guy raw as soon as I got there, sucked a load from a latino, and then hooked up with a Cuban guy with 9 inches uncut and was fed 3 loads of cum from him in less than 40 minutes-- and load 3 was as big as the 1st load. Just read part 3 and it has my hole twitching and craving cock -- may have to start prowling local cruise areas. Just don't tell Whthole4U i cheated on him-- I'd hate to miss a chance for Uncle Jack or Dr Mike to play with my ass