shinelover

Sounds like an amazing time. Please keep us posted with other encounters with your new owner. I'm sure you will be having plenty more hot sweaty raw good times!

This is a tough one. Personally, I wanted to get fucked when I was around 10 -not that it actually happened. I was feeling very sexual at a young age and, had it been possible, I would have been getting fucked often, all through my teens. That said, I now have two young nephews, under 14 years old. And I know that if some guy over 20 (or older -there are plenty of 40+ guys who are into very young) touched them, I would kick the shit out of them. It is just tough for me to say. When I was young, I liked older men (in their 20's and 30's), but when I see pictures of guys that age with really young guys . . . it just turns me off. I guess I've always liked older than me -even now. Young guys are not attractive to me. However, I do think it is perfectly fine and natural for two young guys to want to experiment and explore each other. I'm not sure the mentality of the younger guy is what needs to be questioned here. If there is an older man involved, what is his motivation? If he's just trying to help out a frisky kid, maybe that's okay. But there is a distinction between that and a predator.

I was always quite shy until I took that first load of cum in my ass. There must be some chemical thing that happens to us with that, because from that point on I loved the idea of other guys watching me getting fucked and bred. I guess in my mind it is a sort of consent -if you're watching me get fucked, you are welcome to join in. And taking video, too. That's probably why I'm hoping to get my conversion filmed -so that others can watch and see me being a cumdump whore. It is very freeing to just let go and let your inner pig out and just do it the way men were meant to.

I used to have a plastic dildo that I would slick with Vaseline, and also add a big gob at my hole before shoving it in. That used to make my ass so slick it was heaven. I do love that feeling, slick, slippery and sloppy. I'm sure as long as your hole isn't closed up tight, you should be able to scoop a few good fingers full and shove them up inside. More recently I tried coconut oil and that was quite a success. Not every guy is into rimming, and especially if you've got an ass full of Vaseline, but the last guy I used the coconut oil with ate my ass for ages before actually sticking his dick in me. I assumed that my ass was a tasty treat. Something else to consider, anyway.

Sounds good, take all that your ass can get -and bring a plug with you next time to hold all of that precious seed in there until your body eats it all up!

Making my mind spin here -please post more VERY soon! This is fucking hot!! I've always told everyone that I am rather a lightweight when it comes to substances, but reading stuff like this definitely makes me want to meet the right guy to let go with.

Fucking hell, you're off to a good start. More please!! You know what we need . . .

I could never understand it or explain it, but for as long as I can remember the notion of fucking in nasty, filthy, sleazy places has appealed to me. I'll take it anywhere, but if a guy is to tell me he wants to fuck me in an alley, a movie theater, public bathroom, then I'm rock hard instantly and on my way! What better way to feel like the pig you are?

Definitely a great start! Now I can't wait to read about him getting some of that dick in his jock ass

For as long as I can remember, the idea of a guy calling me names while pounding me has been a huge turn-on. Bitch, whore, slut, fag, pig . . . they'll all get me hotter. If the guy starts calling my ass a pussy I'll play along with that, too (though honestly not my preference). Outside of the bedroom might be a different story. Someone I had only met once or twice called me a bitch, just playfully, but I found it really pissed me off. I guess the bottom line is that I have very few limits IN the bedroom. Call me what you need to get you off and give me your cum!

Just what I always suspected -I am a cumdump!

That is hot! I need to make a trip to TO and get some of that action!!

This story is so good it is almost hypnotic. I can practically feel myself in that story, getting used and filled over and over again by strangers in a strange place. And feeling so comfortable, right, and happy. Keep it coming!

Definitely keep us posted, I want to hear more about him and his friends filling you with seed!!

Fuck, that is a hot story! And basically what I'm dreaming about right now -one horny and POTENT fucker to bug my ass up!

Fuck, that's an awesome follow-up to the first part. I hope we get to read more of your Montreal adventures soon

Fucking hot, I definitely want to read more. Nothing better than being an anonymous hole for guys who need to unload.

That is hot! I wish I had been on for that chat.

Who doesn't love a man in uniform? That is so hot getting the straight dude into fucking and breeding you. We should all be so lucky. Keep posting more about this guy and his friends. Hot stuff!!

Fuck, man, that is so hot! I've long dreamed of taking 2 dicks in me at the same time. Both blasting off inside and flooding my ass with seed at the same time. I hope you go back, and I hope that you write about it again.

Feeling Lower . . . Still A High The first night I was there, they all fucked me multiple times. My hole was a sloshing, cum soaked, gaping cave with nothing left to recall what it used to look like. Slack, fucked, used. The guy who owns the house, Wade, eventually called it a night, and they left me laying on the fuck bench, exhausted, while they went off to various bedrooms to rest up for more action I assumed. I did fall asleep but, all through the night, one by one they each came down and fucked and seeded me some more. Untreatable, high viral loads. I began to think to myself that there will never be a whore to ever take as much poison seed in them as I am with these guys. And still those thoughts made my cock painfully hard. There weren’t any clocks down there, so the only way I could tell the time of day was from the light that came in through the windows. I figured they let me sleep in -although the lack of noise from upstairs made me think that they all had, as well. Eventually Wade came downstairs with the other guys, minus the sickly one who had brought me to them. I guess he had gone home. He was wielding what looked like a bottle brush and I knew exactly what he planned on doing with it. Despite the heavy use the day before, it hurt to take that bristly tool into my loose hole, but Wade just shushed me and slowly worked it in and out of my hole until it came out pink. I’m guessing that all of the cum loads in my ass diluted the red of my blood somewhat. Satisfied that some damage had been done to my insides, he walked back to the stairs. On his way up, he called out to the other guys, “Have at it, boys!” and they descended upon me. These guys where so sex crazed I couldn’t understand it. It’s not like they weren’t getting any -they had fucked me more in a day that some guys get in a month! And still they wanted more. Maybe they just enjoy using my ass. That thought encouraged me, and I got into it some more, shoving my ass back to meet each sloppy wet thrust. One by one I took their first loads of the day, and they all made their way back upstairs to join Wade for brunch. As they ate, Wade came down, fucked me really hard, and then fed me a protein and vitamin drink. I didn’t have long for the drink to settle in me, because I could feel a huge pressure at my hole again. I hadn’t felt anything this big trying to get in me before, so I craned my neck around to see Wade shoving his fist into my destroyed opening. Apparently it wasn’t destroyed enough. Miraculously, with all of the use and the enormous amount of sperm in me, I was lubed well enough for his fist to pop into me with little pain. But I did feel a sudden rush as the breath escaped from me, feeling such a sense of being full that I never knew before. He had only just begun pumping his hand in and out of me when one of the other guys, Steve I think I heard him called, started down the stairs. He spotted what was happening and called up to the rest, “Hey, guys, hurry the fuck up! Wade’s fisting the whore!” They all rushed down to cheer him on as he fisted me like it was not my first time, eventually punch fisting my slack hole. All I could do was lay there and moan. It really did feel heavenly. He was hitting things inside of me that lit up my entire body. This was ecstasy. After who knows how long, Wade had enough. I think he had managed to work some of their cum deeper into me, while the rest had been forced out of me and was drying on my ass and legs. Towards the end, my ass was feeling more sticky than slick, so I knew that I wasn’t as well lubed as I had been. Wade smacked my ass and declared, “Okay, lets give the pig some rest. We’ve got an errand.” They all headed upstairs, leaving me alone again with Wade. He leaned down next to my face and smiled. “You’re a great slut. We’ve got a surprise for you later. You just rest up. You’re going to need it.” With that, he licked the side of my face, and took off upstairs. A few minutes later I heard the front door close, and then the van start up and drive away. I managed to drift off, and don’t know how long I had been asleep when I heard a strange scratching coming from upstairs. It got louder and louder. Eventually I honed in on it and realized that it was Wade’s huge dog scratching at the door. I’d seen that thing when they first brought me in -it was a beast and quite scared me. I had been glad that they kept him upstairs this whole time. He was a persistent bastard and somehow managed to get the door at the top of the stairs open. He bound down the stairs and walked straight up to me. Face to face, he breathed loudly through his nose, almost snorting in my face with contempt. What happened next really surprised me. He trotted around and began to sniff at my ass. I struggled against my restraints but it was pointless. I couldn’t get out last night, there was no way to get out now. The beast began to lick at my hole and after a few minutes of that I felt him climb partially onto the bench with me. He somehow knew what he was doing and I wondered if this was something that Wade had trained him at. He had placed both front legs on the bench, while standing on his back legs. I had read stories of guys getting fucked by dogs and having their backs torn to shreds by their claws, so this k9 was trained better than that. He poked around for a minute until I felt his big cock head slip into me. Dogs clearly have no way of knowing what our bodies need, and he wasted no time allowing me to adjust, just ramming full force ahead into me. It caused me to yell out in pain, which he clearly didn’t like, growling and barking at me until I quieted down. Suddenly I really began to feel stretched again and realized that his knob was about to fill my opening. Within seconds we were locked together and he fucked me. He fucked me good. I couldn’t believe that I was enjoying being fucked by a dog, but I was. And the wetness that spread through my hole was incredible. I had always loved my hole best when it was all wet, and this thing was doing that and more. This went on for about 20 minutes I figure, and eventually it had cum all it was going to cum. Now the hard part, I thought. But lucky for me my hole had been fisted so recently, so when he gave a bit of a tug to remove his knob, it popped out of me with a slight twinge of pain and that feeling of emptiness that follows with such a swift withdrawl. He trotted off back upstairs and left me huffing for breath. I passed out again from the vigorous pounding I’d just taken at the hands of a true animal. I have no idea how much time passed. I woke up when I heard the front door open and all of the guys foot steps entering. Here we go again, I thought. I heard the guys popping open beers so I figured they weren’t in any rush to get back to me. But Wade came down alone to check on me, beer in hand, bulge in crotch. Sly sexy smile on his gorgeous face. “We picked up a surprise for you,” he taunted me, slowly circling around my body and stopping behind me. “Well, well, well, I see you must have gotten acquainted with Sampson. You fucking slut,” he laughed. “Don’t worry, you’re not the first whore that I’ve let him fuck,” he added, bending down next to me and kissing me on the mouth, his beer-tasting tongue invading me. When he pulled back he smiled again. “At least he got you good and lubed for this next part.” With that, he stood up and walked back upstairs leaving me to wonder. The guys were pretty rowdy up there and I wondered if that meant they might get rough with me tonight. That was something that never really appealed. Sure, a good hard pounding is one thing, but abuse is quite another. Stompings and beatings just never appealed to me. Surprisingly they were in no rush to get back down to fuck me, so I managed to relax. It was then that my hearing focused in on something different -a new voice. I could recognize all of the guys voices, but this one was a deep baritone. I wondered if this guy was the surprise? After about an hour and a half, the gang all began to file down the stairs, followed last by the most huge beast of a man I had ever lain eyes on. At least 6’8”, and weighing around 250 - 300 lbs. And his skin was the darkest I had ever seen on a black man before. It was beautiful. The whites of his eyes and teeth sparkled in bright contrast to his skin tone. Everything was impressive about this man. Wade came up to me and said, “This is my friend, Ed. Big Ed. He just got released from prison this afternoon. So you can imagine that he’s eager to get his first fuck as a free man.” As he said this, I looked over at Ed and watched his basket fill out until it was an obscene bulge in his pants. Fuck, this man is hung as big as the rest of him! Wade continued. “He hasn’t been able to fuck anyone in the joint for quite a while now because he kept infecting the other inmates. You see, he’s a really toxic fucker. His viral load is way over a million. So you can imagine, he’s got some swimmers to unload. We just slipped a couple of Viagara into his drink and from the looks of it, they’re kicking it.” The other guys began to help Ed out of his clothes, freeing his enormous club of a dick to bob around in the air in front of him, anxious to find somewhere to tuck into. Then they led him up behind me and I saw they added another set of chains and cuffs near my hands, where they shoved Ed’s hands and locked him in. “Sorry, Ed, not quite the way you would expect your first day of freedom, but you’ve got a couple of blue pills in you that are going to keep you hard in that hole all night long. Unload as much as you can into the whore.” Wade leaned next to my face again and grinned. “Smile, pig, you’re on camera,” he said, pointing to a couple of round things up by the ceiling that I hadn’t noticed before. There were several, making sure to catch all angles. “We’ll be upstairs watching . . . along with anyone else online who wants to see a whore get knocked up,” Wade added on his way up. “Enjoy yourselves,” he laughed. Just as he disappeared, I heard Big Ed growl in my ear from behind, and then the head of his enormous cock poised at the entrance to my trashed hole. “This is going to be a long night, bitch.”

Fuck that is hot. Good dirty pig sex can't be beat -especially when there are POZ loads involved

Bareback is the only way to go. So hot that you let the ugly trolls breed you, too. I have said it before -some of the best fucks I've had were from guys that other guys wouldn't give a second glance. Besides, it's the dick and load that we want, right?

Two loads Friday night/Saturday morning from a poz guy. Unmedicated, one in my ass and one down the gullet. I just posted a more detailed account in The Backroom.