Pighole88

This is a true story about what was probably the best sex I’ve ever had in my life. I’ll try not to make it boring by being too detailed. When “The Brig” in San Francisco closed just after Folsom Street Fair, all of the sluts I knew were really disappointed. It was a great, sleazy play space where there was usually not a single condom in sight, and they also started hosting the Cumunion SF party. After that, it looked it was back to the Steamworks or Gulch for sleazy sex. Back in January, I received a text message from my regular Top Daddy who had been breeding me for years. “You’re coming with me to 442 Natoma tonight”. I had never heard of the space, and had to ask what it was. Apparently the old owners of The Brig opened up a new space, and it was supposedly even better than the old one. Turns out, it was a Blackout/Dark Room party, which made me instantly chub up when I found out. I hadn’t been to a dark room in several years, but I always loved how it seemed to instantly remove everyone’s inhibitions, causing holes to get flooded with cum and cocks to get drained. Suffice to say, I was excited. Daddy and I met up and headed right over to the space around 11:00. We checked our clothes, with us keeping on only our leather boots and cock rings. I grabbed some lube, smeared some only my hole, and was ready for action. The space was pretty large, and VERY dimly lit. As we explored a bit, we came across the area with the sling. Shockingly, it wasn’t occupied, so obviously I jumped on in. Daddy didn’t waste any time before ramming his 8” cock straight into my hole in one thrust. Thankfully I’m not a tight bottom anyway, so it wasn’t difficult to adjust. He fucked me until we drew enough of a crowd, when he slipped out and guided the closest hard cock into my hole. Like I said, I’m not a tight bottom, but this man was tall, black, toned and must have had a 10.5” THICK cock, with a left curve. This took some adjusting, and he wasn’t gentle in the least. I was moaning in a mix of being a bitch in heat, and being in some discomfort while this donkey-dicked man slammed in and out of my hole. Daddy leaned down to give me some poppers and I whispered to Him “I don’t think I can handle this guy anymore, SIR”. He chuckled and said, fairly audibly, “I don’t care, boy. You keep riding that big dick”. And I did. I think the top realized how much pain I was in, and slid out before too long. I felt like my guts had been bruised inside. This guy must have a tough time finding hole that can handle him. It didn’t take long for another older Daddy with a big beard to slide into my hole. “Oh my god, that hole is so loose and sweet” he said, loud enough for everyone to hear. I heard a few chuckles from the crowd. 2-3 minutes later, he was spewing his seed into my guts with a loud moan, which drew an even bigger crowd. He gave me a wet kiss and stuck his finger into my cummy hole. I was in pig heaven. I lost count of the cocks that went in my cunt in the sling, but after a while Daddy said “Lets go explore, boy”. I followed him upstairs to see what we could come up with, when I ran into a friend of mine, who it turned out owned the place and ran these parties. Next to him stood his boy, a sexy young cub with a big dick. The owner asked his boy if he wanted to take a turn at my hole, and I got a big grin from him. He had a pretty nice 7” cock which slid in VERY easily. All that cum in my hole must have felt amazing because he didn’t last very long, and grabbed my hips tightly as he filled my hole with more sperm. His Daddy watched the whole thing and wasted no time slipping his cock in my sloppy hole as soon as his boy finished and pulled out. He didn’t even last 60 seconds before flooding my guts. Daddy and I went our separate ways for a bit to explore and see what was around. When we met up again, he was talking to the guy who was running the door, who was also wandering around, presumably looking for something to fuck. “Wanna breed my boy?” Daddy asked him, and he was quick to reply “Totally.” He was a rough fuck, which I love. He was tattooed and pierced, and it was obvious from a mile away that he was a total pig. He fucked me hard in the back corridor, while I held on for dear life to the railing. Daddy watched, jacking his hard cock, and the minute after the doorman shot his nutt in me, Daddy slid in. He had been sliding it in other bottoms all night but He was saving his seed for me. The head of his cock was brushing my prostate the entire time, making my precum start to drain and drip out onto the floor. He flooded me good, and this Man always shoots huge loads. My hole was destroyed at this point, and I was loving it. Bearded Daddy that bred me in the sling earlier saw us and couldn’t wait to get back in my hole for a second load. Daddy kept whispering in my ear “Take that stranger’s load, boy. He’s gonna knock you up good” which made my cock twitch even more. I don’t remember when, but he also gave me a 3rd load later that evening. My dick was on the verge of hurting, it was so hard, so I went back into the dark room and saw several guys getting fucked, and several guys waiting to get fucked. I wasted no time finding the closest unoccupied hole, which was a man I couldn’t see except for his ass in the air. Perfect. I fingered his hole a bit and felt a ton of cum in him, and he was even looser than me. 3 fingers. 4 fingers. 5 fingers. Before long, my hole fist was in him, using only the cum in his guts as lube. The only thing I love better than getting mass-bred is fucking a REALLY sloppy hole. Once I slid my dick in, I didn’t even last a minute before I spewed my slop into him. It was one of the hottest holes I’ve ever fucked. I turned around and could barely see Daddy, cock hard again and fingering some slut’s butt. Regardless of the fact that I had just cum, Daddy didn’t care. He slid his once-again hard cock instantly into my hole, and slowly worked his cock into my wrecked hole. I started fingering a nearby bubble butt and could feel my dick start to throb again. Daddy pulled out and I guided his hard cock into the stranger’s hole. The boy grabbed his ankles and rocked back and forth on the full length of Daddy’s cock. My cock was rock hard in no time, since I loved watching Daddy raw fuck other sluts. He didn’t cum, but we were both pretty spent. He gave me a ride home, about 20 minutes away. As we were getting closer to my house, Daddy pulled out his hard cock while driving, and shoved my head down to choke on His dick. I desperately wanted Him to fuck me again, but due to my roommate situation, I couldn’t have him over. “Want to go to the park, SIR?” “Yea boy. I want to fill your ass again.” The park was obviously closed at that point, but we snuck off behind the baseball field and he entered me immediately. His dick actually felt great inside my wrecked, sore hole. Soothing even. As he pounded me hard, cum was flying out of my hole. It was making that delightfully piggy squelching sound that sloppy used holes so often do. He shot what felt like another gallon of cum, pushing it as deep into my guts as it would go. I was lost in the afterglow of the night, and ignored my own throbbing cock. The minute I got home, I shoved a plug in my hole and hopped in the bed. I held that plug and all of those strangers’ loads in my cumhole and absorbed every last cell.

Thanks for the comments guys. Next installment will hopefully come this week.

I've been getting myself on a habit of working out four days a week, trying to maintain my pleasantly cub-esque form, and have been fairly happy with the results thus far. The gym is in San Francisco, and while it's not a 'gay gym' officially, about 90% of its members are the same guys you'll see at the Eagle Tavern donning their leather and smoking their cigars later on. As a result, I've always found this gym to be a fucking turn-on with the ripe mansmells, the beards and chain collars, and the almost mandatory eye-fucking of one another. The place is sexually charged. I normally work out Monday-Thursday after my office closes. I've tried going to the gym with my coworkers who basically do all cardio, no lifting, and the place is filled with early 20's girls in their yoga pants and the gym "bro" type grunting to show off to the aforementioned girls. That place wasn't for me. This week I found myself too busy with work on Thursday so that I wasn't able to make it to the gym before it closed. Friday and Saturday are usually a night of drinking with a few friends, or slutting around by some means (which I did end up doing, by getting my hole bred by a hot Latino bear both nights into the wee hours). Therefore, I found myself waking up early to get there on Sunday before it got busy. I was still pretty tired from the long nights before, but could either sleep for the rest of the day or go find something (someone?) else to do. As I had anticipated, the gym was fairly empty when I got there. A few older men on the cardio machines, not even watching each other but rather watching the news. I figured I'd be in and out within an hour. Getting changed in the locker room, tumbleweeds could've rolled by, it was empty! I stripped down to change and enjoyed a free moment to just let everything hang out. The smell of this locker room always made my dick chub up a bit, and my hole pucker. I stuck one leg up on the bench so that I could reach back and finger my hole a bit. Still wet with cum from the night before, still loose. I started with two fingers, then worked up to three fingers; This was heaven. I started to hear footsteps on the tiled floor so quickly quit my shenanigans and started getting into my gym garb. The footsteps approached me and I looked to my left to see a beautiful, mid-40s man opening his locker. He sported a full, dark beard, huge biceps and a baseball cap that basically said "I don't give a shit". I tried to be subtle while I glanced down to what he was sporting below the waist. Some mighty toned calves (friends don't let friends skip leg day!) and a sizeable package pushing the front of his shorts forward. I stood up, locked my locker and caught his eye, at which point he gave me a smirk. My hole puckered again. The gym floor was still empty and I had access to all of the weights I wanted. I decided it should be chest day and made my way to the rarely-empty press bench. Racked em up, got down and started to pump. After my third set I saw the same daddy from the locker room approaching, and dead stopped in front of me. I unplugged my earbuds and looked up at him stuttering something like "uh, s-sorry, 2 more sets, I promise". His voice was just as sexy as he was, deep and confident when he responded "No, it wasn't that. I used to be a trainer and I think you could be benching more...." I thought about what he said and he was right. I had planned on taking it easy today since my coffee hadn't even kicked in, but I should've been taking it seriously. "You're right. I can handle more" I responded. He grabbed two nearby 35 pound weights and slid them onto the bars, adding about 15 more pounds than my last record. "Think you can handle that?" he inquired, looking me dead in the eyes. While nervous, I wanted to impress this guy. "Sure, no problem" I said, trying to hide the trepidation in my voice. This would be a challenge, I knew. I think he saw right through me and added "I'll spot you, just in case." He positioned himself above my head and I caught a smell of his ripe balls, which made my cock jump. I had hoped he hadn't noticed. FOCUS, I told myself, but it was hard. Halfway through the first set I started struggling, but Daddy was right there to cheer me on. "You got this, keep breathing. Three more, almost done. Two more. One aaand done. Nice job kid." I was sweating already, probably half from the workout and half from this quintessential man hovering over me. "Take a few minutes and then we can finish your last set". I didn't know if I had another one in me but I wasn't about to say no. When I got back down under him I could see his shorts slightly tenting... and then I caught it. He had positioned himself just right so that I could somewhat see up the leg of his shorts and what a sight it was. A veiny, uncut cock, semi-hard that looked wide enough to tear me open. My heart was racing, but I took a deep breath and tried to get back to the task at hand. I made it through five of my eight reps and that was all I could do. I was a bit embarrassed failing in front of him but he just gave me this picture-perfect smile and said "Good job!", which made my heart flutter again. We introduced ourselves, me and Chris and him as Tom, I said thanks, and we parted to finish our workouts. Through the rest of my workout, he was always somewhat nearby on another machine or bench, working those massive biceps. I couldn't help but continue to steal glances, and caught the fact that I wasn't exactly being subtle about it. I was redeemed by the fact that I caught him doing the same thing a few times. After a pretty hefty session, I called it quits since I could barely lift my arms at that point. Daddy was nowhere to be found so I couldn't say goodbye, and I headed for the showers. I crammed my sweat-drenched jock and clothes into the locker, grabbed my favorite soap (gym-provided soaps always suck) and made my way, towel wrapped around my waist, to the showers). Two of the six shower stalls were occupied when I arrived so I took my favorite one at the end. They had plastic walls and doors so there was, unfortunately, no peeking. A few minutes into my shower I found my dick would just not go down, and my hole needed some fingers crammed up there to play with that load of cum from the night before. I started to furiously jack my own cock, while ramming three fingers in and out of my battered cunt. This wouldn't take long, especially after Tom's obvious teasing. I was lost in the moment on the verge of orgasm when I heard my door open and shut, and tried to cover myself to turn around when I saw Tom in his naked glory coming in behind me. My heart was nearly beating out of my chest but he wasn't about to play the hey, will you wash my back for me? game. Instead, he grabbed my by the back of my head and forcefully kissed me. Wow this man could kiss, and his beard brushing my face felt so good. When we broke off the kiss, I just looked at him unsure of what to say. "C'mon boy, I saw your mouth watering when you looked up my shorts. I knew exactly what you wanted. I saw you fingering your hole in the locker room before getting dressed." Shit, he saw that? Well, no harm I guess if this was the result. I looked down at his cock, and damn! At full mast it was even more impressive: veiny, thick, uncut and about nine inches long. I definitely hadn't seen one like that in a long time. When he noticed me looking down, he chuckled. "Yeah, I knew you wanted it," and with that he pulled me in for another deep, wet kiss. I felt his hand creeping down my back to my furry ass, and then felt one of his fingers prod at my hole. "Well, looks like someone beat me to the punch. How fresh is that load, boy?" I could feel myself blushing. "Last night..." "Hmmmm, so it's not from this morning? Well, we'll just have to fix that. Push some out for me." Flushed, I pushed out as much cum as I could into his waiting hand. He brought it up to his face and took a quick lick at it. I saw his dick throb harder when he did that, and he brought his still-cummy hand down to his cock, smearing that slime all over it. WIthout another word, he pushed my hands up against the wall and lined up his cock with my hole. I was glad, at that moment, that I had been fingering my hole all morning because a cock like his was meant for destruction. "You want this, boy?" "Mmmmmm" was all I could mutter out, getting the feeling he was going to give it to me whether I liked it or not. Hi lined up that foreskin-lined-head of his cock right up against my hole, and I pushed my hole out to try to ease the entry. As he pushed forward a bit, I felt the head pop in and I shuddered. It hurt a bit, but nothing unbearable. Then he shoved in a few more inches, brushing hard against my prostate, at which point a giant gob of precum decided to puddle around and drip off of my own rod. "Ready for the rest?" he asked. "Yes, please give it to me" I whimpered, lost in the ecstasy and taboo of getting fucked in the shower. And he did, he gave it to me, all of it. In one long stroke, he bottomed out in my hole, making me gasp loudly into steamy air. Quickly, he used his right hand to cover my mouth, quite tightly, and stayed perfectly still. "Shhhh boy, we don't want to attract any uninvited attention. I don't want to lose my membership here, I just started!" With that, he began thrusting in and out, slowly. My ass felt so full, so perfect at that time. The way my ass should always feel. This is what I needed, something more intense and primal than just pump 'n' dump from the bar. He started picking up pace and really battering my swollen hole. Every time his head brushed my prostate I shuddered, and more precum leaked out of my cock. This was bliss. He began long-dicking me, all the way out, then all the way in. Every time he pulled out my hole was left gaping, which just made him getting back in that much easier. "God boy, that load in your hole feels so good oozing around my cock. I'm gonna blow soon. You want that?" "Yes!" "Yes what?" "Yes SIR" I whispered, ready to do what EVER this man wanted. "You like servicing men?" "Yes!" "I'm not going to say this again. Yes what?" "Yes SIR, I live to service men!" "Good fucker. Your hole is meant for it." He started to furiously thrust his cock all the way into my guts, causing a pleasure/pain that was indescribable. I couldn't stand it anymore and reached down to stroke my own cock. Suddenly, his hand flew down to my wrist and snatched it away from my poor neglected dick. "If you like servicing men, you need to learn that that's your job. Your dick doesn't have anything to do with that!" Like a dejected puppy, I just whimpered "Yes, SIR." My cock was so hard that it hurt, but he was right. He grabbed my other wrist and crossed my arms behind my back with a deadly grip. "Just be quiet boy, I'm almost there." Using my restrained arms for leverage, he pummeled my hole until I felt his cock growing even fatter. My hole was making sloppy sounds around it and then his arm flew around my neck and held me there while he emptied his balls into my guts, as deep as his cock could go. He held me there, my slightly choking around his massive bicep while he shot volley after volley of seed into my swollen hole. After several minutes of sitting just like that, my own cock still straining for attention, he slowly slid out. His load went so deep in me, nothing could possibly fall out at this point. Tom turned me around and looked me in the eye before pulling me in for a no less passionate kiss than before. "I want more of that hole." I nearly jumped with excitement at the prospect of getting another intense session like that. "Yeah? When?" "Later today." Well there we go, I had plans for the afternoon. We wandered out of the shower, drying off, and heading back to our neighboring lockers. While getting dressed, I had to ask. "So when?" "Give me your phone." "Okay" I said, handing it to him. "You're a slow learner, aren't you?" It took me a minute, before realizing the error I had made. "Yes SIR," I responded, taking pride in the fact that I had figured out what he meant. "Better. We'll work on that. Here," he said, handing my phone back to me. He had entered his contact information and an address, not far from the gym, and a time. "You come take care of this cock again, and then you can come to my Superbowl party." "Yes SIR, sounds like fun." I figured a few beers and hotwings after a wild day would be a good way to relax. "You mind helping out at the party, boy?" "No, not at all SIR." "Good, I can always use a bit of help at these things." "Yes SIR, I can do that." "Good. It was nice to... um... meet you, Chris" he said with a wink. All dressed, he grabbed his duffel bag and headed toward the exit. He stopped in his tracks and turned around: "I don't want you touching that cock, or emptying out my load. Got it?" "Yes SIR, got it. I'll just go find some clean clothes and get something to eat, and then I'll head over." "Just wear what you've got on, it's nothing fancy" he responded, with a little evil in his eyes. "But my jock is pretty much soaked fr-" he cut me off at that. "I know, boy. Do as I say, and you'll be rewarded." "Yes SIR, understood." "I'll see you then." He grabbed a muscle milk from the cashier and headed out the door. I was close to follow and I caught a glimpse of him getting into the passenger side of another man's truck, who must have been waiting for him. From inside the truck he caught my eye and I smiled, and then he turned over to talk to the other man and pointed at me with a big grin on his face. The driver grew his own big shit-eating grin and they drove off. I couldn't help but wonder what he said to the other guy, but I imagine it was something along the lines of "That's the dumb slut I just bred in the shower who was whimpering like a fag as I fucked him."., just a few hours to get something to eat before I head over to his place to ride that dick again, and enjoy some Superbowl festivities...

Can't wait for more.

More of this!

One of the best stories on here. Please write more!

Shot a load for each installation of the story. Thank you.

The brig in SF closed Sunday (during Pride) so I went on Saturday after the bar. About 30 men there - got fucked by 12 and loaded by 7 of them.

Travesty! I can usually tell too, but sometimes if I'm really sloppy and loose it's hard to.

Just got laid off from my job, so until I get a new one, will have lots of free time during the day until my roommates get home from work. Got a neg or toxic load to dump? I'm your hole. bbrt: runboyrun

One of my fav stories so far.

@bbfan74 that's definitely blood, bro. just re-watched it.

Will be hosting in my hotel room on 5/16/14 looking to get knocked up and bred. Respond to my party post on bbrt under runboyrun. can be anon (my favourite) or whatev. Not interested in your cock size, more interested in your load in my ass.

Looking very forward to you fucking him over.

Was meeting a friend at the gym at 6, so came into the city around 5. Had some time to kill so tried hitting up BBRT. Lots of back and forth so made my way down to the powerhouse (aka, "Poho") while I hunted. Wanted to either get bred or load up a hole myself. As I'm in the back smoking patio area sipping my bourbon, a hot older latino man wearing carharts, work boots and a dirty tshirt came back. I started stroking my cock through my gym shorts, and he started rubbing his through his carharts. Long story short, it started with his dick in my hand, mine in his, and my shorts pulled down to my knees. His free hand made its way back to my hole, started fingering it, and that's when I knew he wanted it. I turned around and aimed his cock at my hole. I didn't go in just right away, and felt him thrusting against it, knowing he wanted it raw. I lubed up his dick with my spit, and my hole, and spread my cheeks, backing against his cock. It went in easily, and after about 2 minutes of this he let out a long sigh. Went to the gym all energized with his DNA.

Your first name (or a name you'll respond to): Bryan Your cell number (for texts and voice calls): 409-276-7563 A location (be at least as specific as a zip code): San Francisco (east bay), 94530 Times you're generally not available: weekdays and late at night Age: 25 Height: 5'9" Weight: 185 Ethnicity: White

Hot vid I found of a PA making a guy bleed. No cumshot sadly. http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=WvqQB-G184-

Nice! I, too, love the "knowing/unknowing" bf stories.

--------------------Part 1 (all the good stuff starts in part 2, if you just want to jerk off)-------------------- When you lose your virginity at age 15, live in 3 major cities and sleep with a dozen or so men a year, by the time you're 25 sex gets kind of boring. That's about the point when you start cruising around for the kinkier stuff. Leather, BDSM, orgies - it takes something "different" to get your rocks off at a certain point. That's about the time I discovered BBRT. I'd fucked raw a handful (or two handfulls) of times, and basically hadn't been able to jack off to condom porn in a few years, but I never foresaw myself signing up for a site like BBRT, and certainly didn't expect myself to begin cruising right away. I looked for the neg guys, of course. I wanted nasty raw fucks, but had never actively chased. In fact, I was pretty sure no poz guy had ever even been in my hole, except for maybe that once or twice that I slipped up at the baths. Either way, I was still neg and fully intended upon staying that way. After a few weeks, I had chatted with a dozen or so neg guys (so they said) but had never actually gotten one of them to hook up. My hole was aching for some cock. One Friday night, I was up, edging and hitting the popper bottle, when I finally gave in and checked the "Parties" section. Maybe there was an all-neg breeding party lined up that I wasn't aware of. It was the usual. "Bottom taking loads in hotel for my birthday" bullshit. I recognized a lot of these desperate sluts from Craigslist. Same picture, same post, and it seemed like with a lot of these guys, it was always their birthday. Not interested. Finally I came across one posting that piqued my interest - "Full moon gangbang bottom wanted. We have 20 or so guys lined up needing to dump their loads while the moon is full tomorrow. Be prepared for an intense evening. Each man will breed you, no PNP. All serious takers considered, but only one will be selected." I noticed that in no mention of the post did the description say anything about poz or neg, and wondered if I should even respond to the organizer. One more hit of poppers convinced me otherwise. "Very interested in hearing more about tomorrow's party". Sent. I waited. It seemed to take forever to get a response and I was pretty much sitting on the edge of my seat waiting. After what felt like an eternity (which was really only 10 minutes), I hear "oink oink". I quickly opened my inbox and saw a message waiting for me from the organizer. "what do u want 2 know" was the response. The guy couldn't type for shit but I decided that didn't mean he wasn't a good fuck. "What's expected of the bottom?" I asked, not really sure what questions I should ask. "u will take all our loads under a full moon no matter what. once it starts u cant back out". That sounded ominous. Yet arousing. "Are all of the guys neg?" I responded, knowing I was likely about to be disappointed. ..... I waited. ........I continued waiting. While I waited I switched back to xtube and took another hit of poppers. another 8 minutes later and I finally hear the familiar "oink oink" again. Hastily I switched back to the inbox. "824 montenegro lane, sonoma. b there at 10 tomorrow." ...He didn't answer my question. I wrestled for a few minutes with what to say next, but my hard dick and popper-stupid brain made me type "OK". I continued jacking my cock while questioning my motives. Was I really going to go through with this? Then again, an outdoors gangbang with 20 or so guys cumming in my hole? That was hard to pass up, and sure beat the hell out of cruising the sites for flakes all night. With that thought, I shot a surprisingly intense load all over my hand and wrist. Still in my poppers daze, I scooped up the load and instinctively reached down to finger it into my own hole. I spent all day Saturday doing what I normally do - not much. I met a friend out for some beers, did some laundry, nothing out of the ordinary. Of course the only thought on my mind that day was whether or not to go through with what I was pretty much certain I was going to go through with. Around 6:00, I logged onto BBRT out of curiosity. Maybe I could just find an easy neg slut to breed. Topping wasn't my forté but I needed to have some nasty sex after thinking about the potential gangbang all day. I had a few inbox messages but was actually only interested in reading one. The one from him. "see u at 10" was all it said. Something about his dominant assumption made my cock chub up and I pretty much knew there was only one way this decision would go. My heart was racing, my face was flush, and my dick just continued to get harder against my shorts. This man was going to have me. I walked to the kitchen, took a shot of bourbon to calm my nerves, and decided to go prepare. After a couple of showers (cleanliness is key) and another shot of bourbon, the time was quickly approaching. I checked the inbox a few more times, thinking he would check to make sure I'm coming, but nothing. I'd gotten a few more hits from guys seeing me online, but wasn't interested. They would have to wait until next time, assuming I came back alive. 8:30 rolled around, and I figured I should get on the road. Even though it's only an hour drive from San Francisco, I didn't want to be late and end up ruining my chances. I slipped on a leather cockring, my favorite white jockstrap, a pair of loose shorts, a tank top, some black leather boots, and my favorite ball cap. Bourbon wasn't going to be enough to calm these nerves - I needed to decide one way or another. I prelubed my hole with some elbow grease and got in the truck. I hadn't even realized until I was halfway there that I hadn't even turned the radio on. Once I got past the golden gate bridge, I rolled the windows down and enjoyed the increasingly warm air that you get once you're far enough north of the city. There was little traffic to be had once I got out of the city, and I knew that I was going to be there early. I shifted uncomfortably as my half-hard cock was swelling inside the tight cockring in anticipation. When I pulled off the freeway it was only 9:30. According to my GPS, I'd be there in 10 minutes. With 20 minutes to kill, I pulled into a gas station and waited. My heart and my mind both raced and I started to double guess my decision. Was I really ready for this? I logged into BBRT on my phone and checked my inbox - one new message, from him. "see u soon" was all it said, sent at 9:00. I could easily get right back on that freeway and go home, jack off and call it a night. I looked up into the northern California sky, seeing every star, and the full moon hanging above me. Like the tide, the moon was pulling me. At 9:50, I started up the mountain, following the GPS and my hardon. --------------------Part 2 (getting to the good stuff)-------------------- I pulled into a secluded driveway at the address I was given, and approached a gate. This guy really enjoyed his privacy. When I got to the gate, it opened automatically. I had a feeling it wasn't an automatic gate, and that he knew I was there. That made my heart skip a beat and I started to get even more nervous. Pulling up the driveway, I could see 7 or 8 structures, with no lights on. Under the pale light of the full moon, it looked like some sort of camp ground with 2-story cabins, but I saw no one. As I pulled the truck up to where all of the other vehicles were parked, I noticed a huge bonfire burning up the hill behind the largest cabin. I took a deep breath before getting out of the truck, took a moment to compose myself, and shut it off. I left the windows down and the doors unlocked - nobody was going to bother it all the way up here. As I climbed the hill and approached the fire, I could see figures standing around it. The figures of men. One got up from the log he was sitting on and started making his way down the hill toward me. I was sweating, not just because of the heat, but out of fear and excitement. "I knew you'd come" said a deep, masculine voice, silhouetted by the distant glow of the fire. As he approached, his features became more clear under the light of the moon. He was tall - about 6'3", and probably about 42, I guessed. He had the makings of a weekend-beard growing, with short dark hair, and a very chiseled body. He stopped in front of me, wearing only a pair of jeans and work boots. "Are you ready?" "As ready as I'm going to be..." I hesitantly responded. He gave a small grin, and his white teeth and pale eyes seemed to glow in the light of the moon. He grabbed me by the neck and pulled me into him, cupped my jockstrapped ass with his hands while rubbing his scruff on my neck. He started chewing on my neck - not gently, but not painfully so. "You'll do just fine" he growled. His furry chest pressed into me, and I could smell the combination of real man, accompanied by the smell of cheap beer. Then he turned around, pushed me in front of him and simply said "go". He followed a few paces behind as I made my way to the fire. As we walked, I decided to try to get to know the guy that was about to own my hole. "You live up here?" I croaked, voice shaky with anxiety. "It's just a weekend get away for some of us. I built it, but it's a community thing for all of us, not just me". "You built all of this?" "Enough. Keep walking." I stopped dead in my tracks, turned around and finally asked "You're neg, right? You never answered my question before" "Yes, I'm neg. You should learn to be more trustful. Now go." I continued my march with my captor behind me until I made it in front of the fire. I looked around me. This didn't look like a breeding party to me. It just looked like a bunch of guys hanging out drinking beer by the fire on a Saturday night. The guys ranged from average to good looking, all of them trim to fit. I definitely wouldn't have turned any of them down, not that I had a choice now. The organizer, whose name I had just realized I hadn't yet asked, stopped me by grabbing my shoulder, and the men stood up. Most of them were shirtless, wearing either shorts or jeans. Getting a better look at these men, these real men, I started to lose a little bit of the fear while gaining a little more excitement. My dick had started to chub up again. All went silent while they eyed me, sizing up the piece of meat they were about to devour. "See that clearing in the trees at the top of the hill there?" he whispered in my hear, grabbing my ass again. I could feel his beer-scented breath hot against my neck. "Go to the middle of that clearing, strip, and get on your knees." I looked over my shoulder at him, then around at what looked like a pack of hungry wolves, and then started my way even further up the hill". My cock was swollen and at full mast now, and I was wishing I had not put the cockring on so tight. I made my way to the clearing, sweating profusely in the summer air. I understood now why there were no lights up here. You didn't need them. The stars and the moon in the sky clearly lit up the night. Aside from the crackle of the fire, all I could hear was low murmuring voices, the chirp of thousands of crickets, and the croak of an occasional frog. I was going to get fucked in the middle of nature, and I couldn't wait. When I got to the clearing, I shed my clothes as he said and threw them to the side, out of the clearing. I tossed my boots over as well, but opted to leave the cockring on. I sunk to my knees and waited. And waited. And waited. This guy knew how to keep a boy in anticipation, all right. After what seemed like forever, I heard the shuffle of footsteps in the grass. I looked over to see that it wasn't just one set of footsteps that I was hearing, but all 20 of them. I hadn't actually counted them all and frankly, didn't have a chance to, but it seemed like an army approaching. For the first time that night, I felt a chill - it wasn't a chill of cold, but a shiver of fear. I heard the organizer's voice first. "Get that thing off of him" he said. I wasn't sure what he meant until a cute 20-something blonde approached me, leaned over and unsnapped the cockring from my fully erect cock. It hurt like a bitch - obviously it was too tight, and I yelped a little bit as it came off. "He won't need to use his dick tonight" said another voice, causing the group to laugh. Great, I was a joke to them. The men formed a circle around me, and I could see all of their eyes glowing in the moonlight, hungrily evaluating the fresh meat. Organizer approached first, at first behind me, then moving around in front of me. He stepped closer and pulled my head into his toned, furry abs. Caressing my head, he let out a low growl. "Too late to back out now" he said, which frightened me a little. Even without the cockring, my dick was still at full mast. In fact, when he said that, it seemed to get a little harder. Then he backed away. "Men" he procalaimed loudly. With that, all of the others started to shed what little clothing they had on. Organized grabbed my neck and forced me down to all 4's. "Enjoy the meal" he said to them, backing away as some of the other men moved closer. One man began by sucking on and licking at my tight hole, while another forced a half-hard cock into my mouth. The man behind me lapped at my hole hungrily, growling and panting as he ate like his life depended on it. Pulling up for air, he panted "Fuck that's sweet". In no time at all, I felt a hard cock head aiming up against my hole. He began gradually sliding in, not quickly but not slowly. There was minimal pain and I whimpered around the now fully erect cock in my mouth. This was it, there really was no turning back now. The man behind me started thrusting in, and in no time at all I was rocking back on his cock. He was panting and growling so hard I thought he was already about to cum, but he just kept going, getting more and more forceful. The owner of the cock in my mouth pulled out, stepped aside, and was replaced by another, fatter cock. I felt like my jaw was stretching to the limit on this one and tears started to well in my eyes as he forced his cock balls-deep into my throat. The man behind me pulled out and was replaced by a shorter cock, and at this point I was so loosened up by the first one that he went in with no issue at all. Eventually the thick cock in my throat pulled out, leaving me coughing and sputtering, and pushed my head down to the ground with his booted foot as the man in my ass continued to assault my hole. The entire group of men began moving in closer and the one behind me started to growl like the first one, but pulled out of my tender hole without cumming. This had gone on for some time, and about 6 of the men had fucked me at this point before I started to wonder if any of them were going to cum. I looked around for the organizer, and he was nowhere to be found. My eyes caught the moon which was directly above our heads at this point. I started to lose count after 8, and had wondered if some of the men had fucked me twice. Some cocks had felt familiar but it was hard to say with this many breeders surrounding me. I was going to be fucked and nutted by each and every one of them, but when were they going to start cumming? It seemed like roughly an hour had passed of this before my hole started to grow tired, my hips ached from being in this doggie position, and I had dirt and grass pushing into my knees. It's not that I wasn't enjoying it, but I came to get bred, and that hadn't happened yet. When I tried flipping over onto my back, my assailant grabbed my neck, aggressively pushed it back toward the ground and growled "No". I heard the sound of another set of footsteps approaching and saw that it was the organizer, now fully nude, and looking even more statuesque, and surprisingly even furrier than he had before. He stood there in front of me as I look up from him, my ass getting nailed with long hard strokes. My hole felt like jello at this point, and I was pretty sure at least every man had had a chance to dip into my ass. I looked into his eyes, still glimmering in the moonlight. It almost seemed as if they were glowing...and glowing a hazy shade of yellow... I was obviously losing my mind. Maybe one of these guys slipped something up my hole. The fucker in my ass pulled out quickly, not even giving my ass a chance to close. Organizer moved in behind me and, in one hard stroke, buried himself to the balls inside my wet, loose hole. With one hand, he grabbed me by the hair, pulled my head up, and then with his other arm grabbed me around the neck with his elbow, pulling me back into a kneeling position. "You like being our bitch?" he growled in his deep gravelly voice, which seemed even deeper now. I looked over my shoulder longingly into his eyes. I was certain at this point that one of the men had slipped me something, because his eyes were definitely glowing yellow. I glanced down at the toned arm he had around my neck and realized I hadn't just imagined it - he didn't just seem furrier. He was furrier. Frightened, I looked around at the other men jacking their cocks, and was horrified to see that they seemed to be overcome by the same affliction. Their eyes were literally glowing yellow, and their bodies were gradually becoming overtaken by a thick fur. Panicking, I tried to pull away from him but he was far too strong. "What the fuck is this?!" I shouted, scared. He didn't answer, but just pushed my head back down into the dirt. I continued to struggle, and could hear chuckling among the men in the crowd. "You're not going anywhere, bitch. These dogs need a bitch in heat, and you're about as in heat as it gets" he said, in a voice that didn't seem like his own. He pulled me back up into the kneeling position and forced me to look at him. "You didn't wonder why it had to be under the full moon?" he said, grinning with teeth that seemed long and sharp. The entire time he continued to fuck me with long strokes. "What the hell are you?" I whimpered, realizing I wasn't getting away. "We're men. Men who change under a full moon." he literally growled. I heard a noise approaching in front of me and was horrified at what I saw. A foot from my face, looking me right in the eye, was a full grown wolf, snarling at me. Out of reflex I tried backing away, and found myself only impaling myself further on the monster cock pumping inside me. The wolf barked, leaving the familiar scent of beer breath lingering. Backing up further onto the organizer's cock, I could feel his cock thicken even more and he began a low, gutteral growl before falling onto me, pinning me flat on the ground. He began to shout as I could feel his hot seed pouring into me. No, not shout... howl. He continued for about 20 seconds before collapsing entirely. Sweating and heaving, he started biting at my neck, and not the gentle bites he was giving me earlier on this evening. Hard, rough bites - not enough to break the skin. I could feel him starting to climb off, but not before putting his face to my ear saying "we just needed a bitch". With that, he pulled out in one fluid motion, and cum fell from my hole over my balls and onto the ground. I realized my cock had never gone soft the entire time. The wolf padded off out of my sight and another of these savage beasts climbed on top of me, slipping an extremely hard cock up my cummy hole. I couldn't bring myself to look at him and in no time at all, he repeated the organizer's performance, howling as he bred me deep, driving that load as far into me as it would go. All men's cum feels warm when it pours into you, but these loads literally felt hot, like they were burning into the battered walls of my ass. Grateful I was finally getting what I wanted, I started getting back into it, despite the confusion and fear of what I'd just seen. I made a conscious effort to keep my face planted against the ground, and not to look at any of them. The scenario repeated itself over and over, and once again I lost count of the DNA deposits planted in my extremely loose hole. There seemed to be a lull and I had wondered if all of them had gotten what they needed, when two of the men grabbed my my the arms and flipped me over onto my back. Now having to look up at them, I wondered if I had hallucinated the whole thing. These men just seemed like sweaty, spent men - not the wolf-esque beasts they seemed before. I looked up and the full moon had started receding behind the trees of the clearing. Looking around, I didn't see the actual wolf that looked ready to attack me just moments before. I counted my blessings that they weren't going to let the beast breed me as well, but then realized that if what these men said was true, it very well could have, in a different form. Still pinned down by the two "men", I saw Organizer approach once more. He knelt down between my knees, but still looked the same. I knew at that point I hadn't imagined it, because he hadn't changed back. He pushed my legs as far back as they would go and stared at my ruined hole. "You did surprisingly well, bitch." Realizing before I said it how ridiculous the question was, I asked "Are... are you a wolf?" "Something like that." he responded, once again driving his entire thick cock back into my chute. He took his time, this time, savoring the experience. I didn't want to look at him in this state, but found myself unable to look away. He looked me in the eye the entire time, probably reveling in the feeling of 21 loads surrounding his cock. "Am... I going to change?" I shakily asked, but enjoying the hard cock pounding those loads into me and out of me. "Yes, you are." He continued his assault. "I'm going to become a werewolf?!" I said, frightened yet surprisingly turned on. The men around me all laughed. "No, bitch, it doesn't work that way". "But you said I would change..." "And you will" he said, bottoming out in my ass, his balls resting against my cheeks. I was going back and forth between confusion and arousal, both at the cock sliding easily in and out of my sloppy hole, but also at the idea of these men making me like them. Sensing my confusion, he waved the men holding me down away, pushed my knees to my shoulder and looked me in the eye. "You're going to change, but not to become a werewolf. You've been given a different gift tonight." My heart stopped. I knew that word. I'd spent enough time online and on BBRT to know what the word "gift" meant at this point. I didn't fight, though. It was too late for that. I was, however, more terrified than I was even when there was a feral wolf looking me in the eye. "You... you said you were neg" I muttered, half scared and half furious. "Oh, I am, bitch. But these other wolves you gave yourself to tonight? That's another story". With that, he began ruthlessly pumping into my hole, furiously pounding until he let out his signature howl one last time. Spent, he pulled out, cum pouring out of my hole. I hadn't realized that most of the men had gone back to the fire at this point, and noticed some were missing, but their clothes were still piled around. I lay there in a daze. What had just happened? How did I get tricked like that? And yet, my cock had never once deflated. "Pick your stuff up, get dressed, and go. These dogs got to mount, got to breed, and that's all we wanted". I looked back up at him, and he looked just like the man who had met me halfway down the hill at 10:00. He made his way back to the fire as well. Time seemed to go in slow motion as I got up and got dressed. A combination of confusion, hurt, fear and lust filled me. I felt my wrecked hole and wiped some cum from it. It still felt like it was searing into my guts inside me. Then I did something I never thought I'd do in this situation (had I ever thought this situation would ever happen). I fingered the poz beast-man cum back into me. As I passed back by the firepit, I couldn't bear to look at anyone. I walked slowly past, hearing whispers, chuckles, and feeling their eyes upon me. As I made my way back to my truck down the hill, I heard footsteps behind me. A hand grasped my shoulder and I swung around to see Organizer. "You did good, bitch." "My name's Brett" I responded, sharply. "I don't care what your name is. To us, you're bitch." "Whatever" I said coldly, pulling away from him to head back to my truck. I was pissed. I'd been tricked, terrified, and taken advantage of in ways that I hadn't even fathomed. As I walked away, he called out to me. "If you truly want to know what it's like to be one of us, come back during the next full moon." I stopped dead in my tracks. What did he mean by that? To be "one of them"... "You're already changing inside. Our cum is different. By the time you get to the doctor tomorrow to go on PeP, it'll be too late. Come back during the next full moon and we'll make it up to you, and maybe even let you mount and knock up the next bitch." Too late for PeP? What the fuck? How was that even possible? And yet, the thought of being like these men, wild and free up here in the mountains, breeding the next hot little bitch that shows up unknowingly, made my cock jump back to full attention. I looked back at Organizer with confused-yet-lusty eyes. "Can I at least know your name?" I asked. "Next full moon, bitch. Be here."

Speak of the devils, apparently it's not covered because it's a brand name prescription - I'm only covered for generic. Sadly Gilead has patented Truvada and the patent license doesn't expire until 2017.

@RawTop - I'm still working that out with the insurance company but they aren't responding (Anthem of California isn't exactly known for having world-class-service). I did get the Gilead Truvada Copay Assistance coupons for $250 but $750 is still a month's rent for me! If it's a deductible I'll find a way to make it work. Having way too much fun right now to let a one-time cost like that stand in my way. A friend of mine who has an HMO is covered completely on it - unfortunately I just signed up for my new insurance in January so won't be able to switch again for a year. (A year of no anon loads? That's no fun!) @JizzDumpWI - Honestly haven't had them long enough to have any experience with anything else preventative. Anthem is owned by Blue Cross, whom I've had from various other states (MA, TX) and they've always been pretty good. I just need to keep running this up the totem pole for the next month and make sure they understand the situation.

Sounds like a lucky pig.

Still neg, and still taking loads, so all is good in the hood. My study concludes on April 1st and I will no longer have access to free PrEP. Talked to my doctor who wrote me a prescription but a 30 day supply will cost me $1000 dollars. Presumably because my insurance company thinks I'm neg. need to do more research but might need to start weighing my options here soon, as I certainly can't afford $1000 a month.

Some Sundays I like to go to the Berkeley Steamworks, always with the mission of taking loads in mind. Yesterday was a little bit of a bust - was still fun, but not quite as fruitful as I'd hoped. I got there at about 3:30, threw my clothes and towel in the locker. I prefer to walk around in a jock, which pretty much screams "bottom". Besides, it was SF Bear weekend and as a young cub, I figured what better weekend than to show it off? I immediately went to the sling in what I call the "sleaze" room (the room with all of gloryholes, the fuckbench, etc.). I was shocked to see nobody had occupied the sling yet so I happily hopped in. The room was busy (and unusually dark) but nobody seemed interested. They would all peek through the cage to see the slut in the sling, and a few guys came over and felt my unused ass up, but nobody seemed to want to fuck. As I looked around, this was the case in most of the area. A lot of cruising but not much action. I decided to try the gloryholes. Within a minute or two I had a raw cock pushing against my hole. Being as I wasn't properly lubed (with cum) he lubed up a nice fat cock and stuck it in me. I was tender still, not stretched out from a multitude of cock as I should've been. He thrust in several times and then pulled out and switched to another hole. I waited thinking he might get disappointed with what was on the other side but after a few minutes I realized, he's not coming back. Oh well. At least I had a raw cock in me. I decided that it might be best to get a room so that I could wait ass up on the bed - that usually works. Alas, I was #24 on the waiting list. I decided to wait but wasn't optimistic about getting a room at this point, so I headed back to the sleaze room. I was mistaken in thinking I could get a spot on the fuckbench, as it was already occupied by some muscley bottom with a well-worn hole. My cock was already hard so I thought, why not, and I stuck it in. I wasn't ready to cum yet, which I realized would probably be a disappointment to the bottom (I know it saddens me when I'm in that situation) so I thrust in really hard a few times, in the hopes that he thought he got yet another load in that cesspool of a cunt. He moaned, and I pulled out my still hard (and very wet) cock with a "plop". His hole was a mess, in a good way. Totally wrecked and just dripping with stranger cum. Realizing I still had not yet cum, I wiped a little bit of it from his hole and reached back to finger it into my own hole, then walked away. I've had luck in the past going up the stairs of the platform, standing facing the wall with my legs spread, and just kind-of waiting. There were a number of guys up there and once in a while they'd come to feel me up. Not a single one of them wanted to fuck. Did I just get there too early? Back to making my rounds. I looked in the sling and sure enough it had been occupied once more. I went to feel the bottom's swollen hole and it was even wetter and more worn out than the last guy's. Still hard (and having only fake cum), I put it in the bottom. This hole was even sweeter than the last. I could almost literally feel every load in his ass sloshing around, engulfing my raw cock. He got me very close to cumming but I still hadn't had a single load in my ass. Again, not wanting to be a disappointment, I played the role of the "dumper" and moaned a bit. He grabbed my wrists and pulled me tight against him, and started flexing his ass muscles. For as sloppy as he was, it still felt remarkably good and he was getting me close to actually cumming. I had to pull away fast before it actually happened, despite his best efforts to pull me back in. I went back to the platform and watched a very desperate slut go up to every single guy on the platform and try to suck their cocks. If they relented, he'd then spin around once they were fully hard and try to sit on it. Some guys didn't let him, and some guys didn't even want him sucking their cock. But the ones who did oblige filled his ass very quickly. As desperate of a slut as he was, I had to admire him for his effort. He certainly had more seed in his guts than I did at this point. He tried getting my cock and I stuck it in him for a moment to feel the warm loads around my dick, but I wasn't that interested in him. His energy was weird, like an autistic PNPer or something. A muscled Daddy-Bear in his late 40s or early 50s with a HUGE beard approached me. He was feeling me up, pulling on my nipple rings, chewing on my neck, and then slid his raw cock up in me. A crowd gathered to watch, which made me feel like even more of a slut. He wrapped his arm around my neck from behind and started growling, and then basically howling as he unloaded what felt like a HUGE load in my ass. I'm pretty sure everyone in a one-mile radius knew I was getting knocked up. He stayed in me for a while and I felt like my ass had just been flooded with cum. After he left I reached around and pushed a little bit out to jack off with, and sure enough it was a massive, massive load. The next guy came up to me and started feeling me up. He was an older guy, gray hair. Not sexy in the least, but he had a big cock and I wanted load like there was no tomorrow. He started fingering my ass and I got his cock rock hard. He then leaned over and whispered "Room 312". I wasn't thrilled about the idea of getting fucked where nobody could see me, but I wanted some cum at this point so just went for it. When I got in there, he pushed me on the bed. Then I heard an unpleasant sound. That's right. He was unwrapping a condom. I weighed the options in my head - did I want dick, or did I want cum? Cum won. "I don't use those" I said frankly. "C'mon, you won't even feel it". Bullshit. I know what it feels like and it's not my thing anymore. "Sorry" I said as I slid my jock back up and walked out. I was about ready to give up at this point and figured, well, I had one load in me at least. I needed to find a hole to dump in. Sling guy was still there, but getting fucked at the time. Fuckbench guy was still there, with guys jacking off around him but nobody taking advantage of that smooth hole. I opted for fuckbench guy. Besides, I like an audience. I don't think he even saw me but I slid into him dry. He didn't need lube anymore. Lucky bitch. I start furiously pumping at his hole and we drew even more of an audience. A cute young fit early 20's guy came over and was jacking off right next to me. I pulled out thinking he'd want a turn but instead he turned me around, bent me over aggressively and shoved right into me. Nice. Fuckbench guy stood up and turned around to watch, and started cheering him on. "C'mon, fuck his ass. Breed that boy". I appreciated the support since I potentially just stole one of his loads. The kid got more furious and rough with his fuck, and I could feel the foreskin from his uncut cock sliding back and forth inside me. He grunted and pulled me close as I milked his cock with my ass muscles. Finally, another load. I stood up and apologized to the fuckbench guy for stealing the show, but he said he thought it was hot. He had walked away before I got a chance to slide back in him, and so I stroked my cock to the edge. I needed a hole, and quick. Desperate slut was bent over sucking some old guy's dick and so I figured, sure, why not. I pumped twice before I shot the load I'd been edging for several hours, which felt massive. He didn't realize I had cum so tried pulling me back when I pulled out but I slapped his hand away. Sluts need boundaries. So overall, 2 loads. Not my best night, but it wasn't a total bust. As I stood outside waiting for my cab, another guy walked out, stopped and said "You took a lot of dick tonight, huh?" "Not as much as I would've liked" "Have a lot of cum in your ass?" "Only 2 loads" "Well if I'm here next time, I'll add mine". Maybe I should try on a Saturday?

The new back room at Truck (which is only open on Tuesdays and one friday a month for "NSFW night", I believe) is pretty hot. Some guys unscrewed the lightbulbs when I went and it was total, anon, raw chaos in there.