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Hot trashy skinhead who was looking for a kinky sub to use with his friend after Bonnaroo last night. Holy shit. These dudes were my dreams come true. Ripe as hell. I'm talking feet, pits, balls, ass. They "forced" me to lick their bodies (like I would say no). But I pretended I was doing something I didn't like and they loved it. Ended up using me for TWO HOURS. They both came inside me twice.

Hooked up with a poz daddy biker on craigslist today. Licked his ripe pits clean and sucked his hairy hole. He roughed me up, (a major turn on--and I asked him to do it), throwing me around, throat fucking me HARD. My throat is going to be sore for a while, and I think I might've bruised a rib. He wrecked my hole and dumped a hot toxic load in there. He sucked it out, spit in my mouth, and had me swallow it. Then I washed it down when his hot nasty piss. I think I'm in love with this man. I'll probably never see him again. PERFECT way to end the weekend. not sure if I'll get some action for a while, so I'm content at the moment.

My record is 17 days when I was owned by my then-Master. What is your record?

I'm spending the weekend with the man that popped my bb cherry several years ago for some sleazy fun. We do this a few times a year. It's always the same: I wear a hood, I'm never allowed to know who is using me, and it's never the same men as before. He told me that six men used me. I'm pretty sure there were more than six, but I take him at his word so I'm only adding six to my cock count. I haven't showered so I still smell like dried sweat and piss and cum. The sleazier the better.

I was hooking up with this guy today and I was rimming him. We were both really into it and next thing I know he holds my head in place and lets one rip. That's never happened to me before. I was, honestly, turned on. Maybe it was because it wasn't a room-clearer. I asked him why he didn't warn me, though, and he told me that he "did what he wanted with fags." Of course, this was a master/slave roleplay, so I accepted it. What do you guys think? Bottoms: How do you react when a top farts? Is it a total gross out? Do you accept it? Does it turn you on? Tops: If you've farted while using a bottom, was it accidental or on purpose?

Had some hot rough slave play with a hot hairy redneck. He's only 5'4" but he's extremely dominating and did what he wanted with me. Worshipped him like a GOD. He spanked me and slapped me and spit on me. Twisted my nipples until I started crying. I've never been degraded like that and I loved it. It was really raunchy but I won't go into details here. He came in me three times.

My uncle had business on the coast of Mississippi and he offered me $200 to help him out. I didn't have a job, I needed money, and I liked being around him. He's been my father figure since I was born and we've had a special bond that I didn't understand when I was a kid. I stayed at his house every weekend throughout most of my childhood. I've been attracted to him for most of my life. When I was thirteen, I started sneaking into his bedroom every time he came in from doing yard work. While he was in the shower, I would pick his underwear off the floor and inhale his scent. I was addicted to his musk, his masculinity. He wore his clothes two sizes too small, and he was never without his well-worn John Deere baseball cap. He was a red-blooded American man and all I wanted was him. When I was sixteen, I was finally caught in the act. He went out to get breakfast and I went to his bedroom. I was sitting on the edge of his bed, his underwear pressed to my face and masturbating, when I realized he was standing there, staring at me. I froze. I was too scared to move. "Forgot my wallet," was all he said. He grabbed his wallet from the dresser without taking his eyes off me, and left. After a few minutes, I managed to finish what I was doing. He came back with breakfast and we ate. We talked about going to the lake to fish. We didn't speak of what had happened. His attitude towards me changed only for the better. We felt closer. I told him when I was eighteen that I was gay, but that wasn't entirely true. I wasn't sure what I was. I wasn't attracted to women, and the only man I was attracted to was him, but I couldn't tell him that. I didn't know how he felt and I didn't want to ruin the relationship we had. I had noticed over the past year that his body was changing. He was getting skinnier. His ass wasn't as plump as it used to be. He was still as masculine as ever, but not as built. I still wanted him. He had a dark patch on his chin that he said was just a bruise. I accepted that as truth, but I noticed that it was gone the next day, and that it looked like he had put makeup over it. It didn't take much for me to realize that he probably had AIDs. My attraction to him only continued to grow. I still wanted him, and maybe I was wrong for it, but a need started growing inside me to be just like him. I wanted whatever it was he had, whether it was AIDs or not. When we were in the car, on the way to the coast for his business trip, I would find myself staring at him. He caught me several times, and smiled at me each time. This isn't normal, I kept thinking to myself. But I knew I couldn't come back from this business trip without getting what I wanted. Diseased or not, I've wanted this man sexually for years. It was time I did something to make it happen. I may have been doubtful when I was sixteen, but I knew in my heart that it wouldn't take much to get him to make love to me. Our hotel was a sleazy, rundown joint two blocks from the coast. A couple of tractor-trailers were parked at the far end of the parking lot, and two women, who were without a doubt prostitutes, walked up-and-down the sidewalk in front of the rooms. It was just after seven in the evening when we had checked into our room. I was surprised to see only one queen-size bed, and my heart and cock danced at the possibility that seemed too good to be true. I sat on the edge of the bed. I was hungry. "Can we order pizza?" He smiled at me. "Yes. But I want you to do something for me first." "Anything." He smiled again. "Good. I want you to watch me." I raised an eyebrow at him. "Wait here for a minute and you'll see," he said. He walked out the door and a moment later he returned with one of the women. Without saying a word, he bent her over the little table by the window. He lifted her dress and made eye contact with me as he felt inside her. He didn't break eye contact even has he unbuttoned his jeans, slipped them to his knees, and put himself inside her. I was the one who broke eye contact first. My gaze fell to his ass, now starting to sag a little. A black patch decorated his right ass cheek. I sucked in air. My cock started to throb. I reached into the pair of sweat pants I was wearing and stroked myself. I met his eyes once again and he was smiling at me. "You like that?" He asked. The woman answered, but I knew he was asking me. And I knew what he was referring to. I nodded and smiled even wider. "Good. I was hoping you would." He stared at me as finished. I noticed a flash of pain on his face that lasted only a second as he came inside her. He pulled his jeans back up to his hips before she managed to turn around. He showed her the door and closed it behind her. He turned to me. "I'm hoping that was only foreplay." He was rubbing his crotch and I could see him hardening through his jeans. I stood up and took my clothes off. I looked at him. "You know I want you. I'd be surprised if you didn't." "But do you know what you're getting into?" He asked. "You're the only person I've ever asked that question. You're like a son to me. I want to know that you understand. I want to believe that you understand." I gave him a little smile. "I understand what I'm probably getting into. It doesn't take much to figure out what that black patch means. I still want you. I've always wanted you." He pulled his clothes off. There was a patch on his chest, two patches on his torso, a patch on his pelvis, and, even though I couldn't see it now, the patch on his ass that I saw earlier." "You have to promise me that I won't be the only one." "What do you mean?" I asked. "This is a brotherhood. By the time we go home, you'll be a part of a brotherhood of men who live their lives to recruit others. You have to help do that." I thought about it for a moment. If summoning up the urge to have sex with someone who wasn't him meant fulfilling a wish that I've desperately wanted to come true, I would do it. "I promise," I said. He walked over to me, bent down to meet my lips, and kissed me. He gently pushed me to my knees and rubbed his cock against my lips. He still smelled like her. It wasn't a pleasant smell. His slit was raw and oozing. I let him in my mouth and started sucking him. He moaned as I sucked him, doing my best to keep my teeth away from him. I had never sucked anyone before, and I felt like I was doing a good job. It sound like I was. I felt his hands slip under my armpits. I looked up at him and he lifted me onto the bed. Laying me down, he climbed on top of me, pressed his body against mine, and kissed me. My body was screaming with pleasure as he rubbed his cock against mine. He slid down between my legs, lifted them up, and started licking my asshole. I felt my brain popping with pleasure. He kept making me wetter with spit. He slipped a finger in, working me open. Two fingers. Three fingers. It hurt, but it felt so good. He climbed over my body and gently sat on my chest. "Get it wet." I sucked him, getting as much spit on his cock as I could. He climbed back to my legs, pushed them against my chest, and put his cock against my hole. "This will hurt at first. It won't last long. I promise." He pushed the head of his cock inside me with a little force. I yelped. He learned forward, cupping my face with his hands. "You'll be okay." I nodded, and he kissed me again. Slowly, he moved himself in, and out, and in again, until all of him was inside me. He was right. It didn't last long. Waves of pleasure crashed through me. It was bliss. It was perfect. He spent the better part of an hour slowly making love to me. His breathing started to get more rapid, his thrusts faster and harder. "This isn't the end." He said. "This is the beginning. You'll be a part of something that will connect you with men all over the world. We deserve respect, and that's what we get." His face started twisting. He was about to orgasm. He gave one last final thrust. He cried out in pain as he exploded inside me. I started to jerk my cock, but he pushed my hand away as he collapsed on top of me. He pulled himself out of me. "Men like us, we don't masturbate. We don't waste what can be given to others." He laid down next to me. "I want you to finish inside me." I climbed over to his ass. I spread his cheeks. He hole was purple and raw. There were little bumps around it. "Don't spit on it." He said. "I'll be fine without it. I promise. Just go for it." I put the head of my dick against his hole and pushed. I slid inside him with ease. I was in him for less than a minute before I started blowing the biggest load of my life. When I pulled out, I could see a small streak of blood on my dick. He rolled onto his side and pulled me to him. "I'm attracted to you as much as you are to me." He said. "I hope that we can keep doing this. Sharing our gifts is the best part of the brotherhood." I smiled at him. "Of course we can." I paused a moment. "That woman. You did that to spread the gift?" "Yes," he said. "I only hope that I gifted her and she'll spread that gift to every man that puts himself inside her." We ordered that pizza I wanted, ate dinner, and spent the night repeatedly making love to each other. When I woke up the next morning, my heart fluttered with excitement when I pissed and it burned a little. "Welcome to brotherhood." My uncle said when I told him. "It may only seem like a minor infection, but after the night we had, there's no doubt that you're a member of the pack now."

I had the best morning ever today. This guy on a4a had been cruising my profile for a couple weeks and he unlocked his pics for me this morning. Total biker-type. The kind of man you stereotype as the kind who's an alcoholic wife beater. He wanted to know if I was okay taking a poz cock. Said he was medicated but there's now way in hell he is. He came over and fucked me good, blowing a hot load up my ass that he had me push out and swallow. Then he climbed on top a slid my little dick in his hole. I'm not even sure he could feel me he was SO LOOSE. It was so hot to blow inside a man. It's been a long time since I've done that. I asked him why he decided to ride me and he said that he wanted to see if maybe I "had anything he didn't." I was totally fucked by and fucked a collector. And I've been horny ever since.

I was on Grindr when I came across the guy who bullied all the gay and assumed-gay guys in high school (never the girls though--go figure). It had been about six years since we graduated. I looked at his profile and laughed when he said he was a bottom. Who would've thought? A bully ending up as a bottom? Unheard of. Not. I messaged him and asked if he was interested in hooking up. He didn't seem to recognize me, or he didn't say anything, but he said he was horny and wanted to hook up on his lunch break and that he liked meeting in the park if that was cool. Safe sex only, of course. I agreed to meet him there and, before I left, used a pin needle to pop a hole all the way through the middle of the condom wrapper. We met at the time we agreed on and I realized he was a total "jock bro." We parked next to each other, the side of his minivan facing a wooded area. He sucked me for a bit and slid open the van's door and bent over for me, spreading his smooth bubble butt. My cock started throbbing when I saw the baby seat. A family man. Perfect. I slipped the condom on, lubed his hole, and started fucking him. It wasn't the first time this guy had been fucked. He wasn't loose, but he wasn't tight either. After I came, in the condom, which turned him on because he came as soon as he heard me moaning, I did my best to squeeze out as much cum from the condom as possible before I pulled all the way out without him noticing. I packed myself back into my shorts, leaving the condom on my dick, and he smiled when he saw me doing it. "Kinky. Leaving the condom on is kinda hot. You gonna eat that later?" I told him I would. I wouldn't, though. I'd use what was left of it as lube for my diseased bottom friend I fuck from time to time. I started to get into my car and leave and he said "You think we can do that again sometime?" I laughed at said "Nah. I hated you in high school and I still hate you. Enjoy your life, pal." And I left. I went home and jerked off thinking about how a little of my unmedicated and viral load was inside him as he worked his boring job and later when he went home to his family. I came when I imagined him making love to his boring wife. I hope my load takes and he joins the club and everything he loves falls to pieces.

Scored two anon loads after midnight. First guy came in under 30 seconds. Second guy pounded me for a good ten.

For me, personally, I rarely care about size. I'm in it for the load. That's the reward. It shows I was able to make them cum and that makes me a happy little slut. But, sometimes, I need it to be big. There's an itch that needs to be scratched and below average dicks aren't going to scratch it. As I said, most of the time, I'm as happy as can be taking dicks of all sizes, as long as they work, and can blow a hot load in my ass, but big dicks are necessary from time to time. What do you guys like? Does it have to be at least average every time? Only hung? Or do you bend over for any size as long as you get the load?

This morning! This hippie-type message me on growlr and asked if I was into bareback. Yeah! He came over and practically made love to me. He blew inside me twice. He smelled like a hippie too. It was fantastic.

The Gang Rape I was staying in a hotel in Texas for four nights. I posted the following advertisement Craiglist: "Total submissive bottom looking for a PURE DOMINANT TOP for rough play, the rougher the better. I don't want to know who you are. I will submit to you whether I like you or not." I posted this each night for the first three nights and received only duds for responses. Finally, on the fourth night came this response: "Tell me where you are, faggot." I gave him the address of the hotel and the room number. No response. I thought about messaging him again, but I waited. I was watching tv anyway. Twenty minutes later someone pounded on the door of the hotel room. I opened it and a fucking giant pushed his way in. He must've been 6'6" and 300 pounds, mostly muscle, but with some extra padding. A bodybuilder going soft. I turned to shut the door and no sooner had it closed, I felt myself being thrown to the ground. "STAY THERE UNTIL I SAY SO, YOU DISGUSTING FAGGOT!" He stood there and stripped off everything but his boxers, and as he slipped his boxers off, revealing the biggest dick I had ever seen in my life, he said "I'm gonna have fun making you take this." His dick was at least ten inches and thick as a beer can. Without saying anything else, he grabbed his dick and started pissing all over me. I didn't move. It felt good. And I was hard as a rock. He looked down at my penis and started laughing. "What the fuck is that, faggot? A clit? I didn't know they made 'em that small." After he finished pissing, he backhanded me as hard as he could. "FILTHY DISGUSTING FAGGOT. YOU MAKE ME SICK." He bent down, grabbed me under my armpits, and threw me on the bed, climbed over me and sat on my face, asking "You smell that, faggot? I haven't showered in a week and you're gonna fucking suck my hole. SUCK IT." I did as I was told. I was in heaven. He was musky and sweaty and salty. It tasted great. He pulled me out from under him, slamming me against the wall, and turned me around, commanding me "DON'T FUCKING MOVE." I didn't. After a few seconds, he came around the bed, grabbed both of my wrists, and tied them to the bedpost with his belt. He leaned down and whispered: "You're gonna regret this, you worthless piece of dog shit." He climbed on the bed, got behind me, and spread my cheeks. "Tight. Good. I like you faggots to be in as much pain as possible. It's what you deserve." I felt him press his cock against my hole and, I'll admit, I was regretting it. No lube. No spit. I felt pressure. And pain. And something ripped as his popped the head of his cock in my ass. I screamed. "YOU DESERVE IT!" He lay down on top me, covered my mouth with hand, pressing my head against his hairy chest, and used every ounce of his strength to shove his entire cock in my ass in one move. I screamed. The pain was too severe. I was in agony. He pounded me and didn't give up, grunting "FUCKING TAKE IT. YOU STUPID FUCKING FAGGOT. I HATE YOU. TINY DICKED PIECE OF SHIT." He didn't last long. "AHHHHHHHHHHH" Then he pulled out. My body was screaming in pain. I was in tears. "Look at you," he commented, adding "I fucking wrecked it. You're bleeding, too. Good." He disappeared for a few seconds and squated next to me while he used his phone. "Hey, Joe. You and your buddies still horny? I've got a bleeder here I want you to destroy." By the end of the night, I was numb. Five different guys raped me relentlessly bareback. At one point, I think, I had two guys in my ass and two in my mouth, while the first guy filmed it with his iPhone and laughed. Most of it is fuzzy, but I'm pretty sure I remember one guy saying "I love killing these little faggots." After Joe and his buddies left, the first man got dressed. He untied my wrists and put on his belt. I could barely move. I could only lie there, my face stained with tears. "I hope you like bugs, faggot. You've got a fuck ton of angry ones inside you now. I hope your parents don't mind burying their son."