Loveitraw

I prefer it if the load is planted deep inside me but some guys just want blowjobs. I love taking it to completion, feeling that cock thicken and pulse and then jets of warm thick and sticky cum fill my mouth and coat my tongue. Sucking and licking him clean and then thanking him for the privilege of his load. That never gets old! That said I have on occasion walked away from an encounter where the guy has wanked himself over my face at the last moment. There is something to be said for a cum glaze as I walk back to the car. It lets everyone know that yes I am a cocksucker and I take loads too ☺️

Yep. Once face down, ass up, in the dark it’s all just sensation anyway. You can picture anyone you like behind you and in all likelihood you’ll never see them then or ever again so just enjoy the ride.

Variety is the spice, or so they say. I have found that its easy to get carried away and crave more of a good thing. Nothing, however, comes easily. So yes start small, or at least within reason, because there’s nothing like staring at a toy you can’t play with for annoying the hell out of you. Be patient too. Like any work out muscles of all kinds need to be tempered otherwise all you’ll do is cause damage. Build up by increments and enjoy the anticipation of whats next. My collection has taken a while to build up as has the ability to enjoy them, but then that’s half the fun for me. Happy hunting!

Great build up! The anticipation is everything.

Left to be a cumdump for a bar of horny men?! Tell me, when does the nightmare start? 😉

My profile pic is a still taken from a video I made of me being loaded up in the woods. That one was on Tumblr for a long while, when it was still good, and was shared around a lot. I’ve never done a real porn shoot but, hey, never say never!

I think I’ve only encountered one top in the last few years who insisted on covering up before fucking me. I no longer see him. The only other guy who I’ve met was at a sauna. He wrapped up at first but when we hooked up later in the night he just pushed me over a bench, mounted me and unloaded inside me. He said he’d been wanting to breed me for a while but didn’t know how to ask. I assured him I was more than happy to take his load anytime. I think prep has led to a culture change but for the most part there’s no discussion, just action. I’m quite happy with that tbh.

Thanks, I generally save my sincerity for other places but this seemed like it needed it. I do genuinely believe that no one gets through life without a healthy dose of cynicism; but that’s not necessarily a bad thing. Tempered cynicism can make you wary. Too much of it and you fold away from everything like the OP said he was in danger of doing. To your question. If you’re looking for long term you never know how it’s going to start or where you’ll meet that ONE. That said it is a pretty safe bet that most guys at a bathhouse or cruising site are only interested in the here and now. Perhaps there is something to be said for getting a coffee before getting naked🤷‍♂️

I understand your frustration. Unfortunately there are no right answers either and that’s not just me trying to cop out. I’m an older (42) bottom guy although I don’t consider myself old by any means. I keep fit and see my fair share of action. The trouble is, I suspect, that a lot of guys want hook-ups without relationship stress; while those looking for more enjoy the initial contact in the hopes of triggering something lasting. The problems seem to be when these two collide. But then we hit generalisation. Peoples goals and needs change. Mostly this comes with experience. Because of this I personally prefer guys around my age or a bit older still. Because mostly we have no illusions about what we want. I’m not interested in anything long term. Don’t need it. Happy to be some guy’s occasional relief. Where it gets tricky is, in most of my scene dealings younger guys tend to look down on older guys. Why are they still out partying? Who do they think they are kidding? And on the other hand older guys are cagey/resentful of the “young punk” attitude while still thinking they have what it takes. At the same time as this most of the older tops I meet want a twink for the night and most of the younger guys think I should be a top for them. Some want romance, some want a fuck. More often than not it takes longer than a brief exchange of chat to know where you stand. Like I said complicated. You sound like you know what you want and I’m sorry the answer is you just have to keep looking and maybe. Maybe you’ll find it. It sucks but if you’re prepared to take the advice of someone twenty years down the road. Nothing happens without perseverance. I hope you meet the guy you want; I really do. Just remember every “flake” you meet has probably had to deal with their share of poor experiences too. After a while everyone becomes a little jaded.

I don’t know if its because I’m in the UK but I still love the cruising experience. Carparks, woods, etc.. as long as the cruising spot is regularly used then I can pretty much guarantee leaving satisfied. The local bathhouse is very hit and miss during the week. On weekends its crowded but later on its all post club drunks stumbling about the place. Not my idea of fun. To try another one is a couple of hours drive either way which is fine once in a while. I guess what I’m saying is, I like what I can get but I envy you your choice.

Thanks for that. I may revisit when I have some more time, and possibly inspiration. (Not that I’m saying this is auto-biographical 😉)

Very hot. Very sleazy. Just what I’m in the mood for!

In ‘one on one’ situations I’m pretty sure I can remember every guy who’s fucked me. Even the single time hook ups. There have been a few occasions where I have been face down over a bench at the bathhouse. In those situation I can’t tell who fucked me and that’s part of the appeal. Knowing they could see me anywhere and they know they were balls deep in me with me begging for it while I’m oblivious. That said, I might not know who they are but if they told me I know I’d remember the fuck ☺️

I’ve always preferred it bare. My first real fuck was wrapped and it hurt. After a while the guy asked if he could try it without the rubber I was nervous but he slid in easily. Ever since then I’ve associated condoms with discomfort and bareback with freedom and pleasure. That said when I was younger I always let the top choose. If they wanted to cover up that was up to them. Some did and I never enjoyed them as much. Now I have the confidence to say straight up. Raw only! I even see a rubber and I walk.

I think cum is an acquired taste no matter the source. That said I can’t really remember a time when I didn’t enjoy the flavour. I’m pretty sure everyone, every cocksucker at least, goes through the same thing with their own load though. For a lot of guys once they cum there’s that little switch that goes off and they just want to clean up and go. It just takes a bit of time and practice to get over. For me a lot of edging and ‘ruined’ orgasms have me licking up my own juices whenever I’m enjoying my own company. For the times a top wants me to cum I’ll happily gulp it down for them.

I’ve never seen myself as inspirational but I like that you like! 😉

Ch.9 Kneeling in the hot soothing water I could have stayed there sucking his cock for ever. Well a long time anyway. He had other ideas. Clearly he had been enjoying the starter but was hungry for much more. He pulls my head back and kisses me again freeing his cock from between my lips. His hands slide down from my head to my shoulders and he pushes me backwards until I am standing in the centre of the pool. He turns me and pushes me down until I am bent in front of him, my hands on the side of the pool gripping the edge in anticipation of what is to come. “From what I heard you’re a cum hungry slut so I want you to know two things before I start.” I think I tried to stand at this but I felt his hand on my shoulder pushing me down with surprising strength. “One. I’m not going to go easy on you. But I promise you’ll want more by the time I’m done with you.” As he says this his fingers are already teasing and probing my hole and I am softly thrusting my hips at his touch. “Two. I already know you take all loads so mine will be nothing new to you. Ready for my poz dick boy?” He wasn’t asking so much as telling me his status. Before he has finished talking his cock head is already pressed hard against my arsehole and I can feel myself opening. Fuck he is big though. Especially with no warm up. I am panting and desperately trying to push down, to relax my hole. I want to be fucked but I don’t want to be ripped apart. He keeps pressing forwards. My hole springs around the head of his fat dick and I groan at the full sensation. He keeps up the pressure and more of that cock is pushed into me forcing my channel to widen. “Fuck! Its too much! I can’t. I can’t!” I am sobbing as he presses even more into me. At the moment its just pain. Deep internal and inescapable. I know I’ve been used and pounded before but that was after serious warming up. This is my warm up. His huge dick making its own path inside me. My fingers are pressed hard into the side of the hot tub. And for a few minutes the only sounds are the bubbling of the water and my pained gasps as inch by inch this man makes me take his whole length. With my eyes screwed shut every sensation seems amplified and the throbbing from my anal walls is everything I can concentrate on. So when I feel his breath on my neck And his hips pressing me from behind I am in no doubt that he is all the way inside me. “There you go. Now we can have some fun.” The feeling as he pulls backwards out of my stretched arse is so hard to describe adequately. My hole is gripping him as he withdraws and I am pushing down trying to open up to make his passage easier. I know I am moaning and sweating with the effort but at no point do I even try to move away. As I feel the ridge of his cock head pulling at my ring he suddenly shoves forward and starts filling me again. I groan as he shoves at least half his length into me. To stop myself being thrown forward into the side of the tub I have to push back, back against him, all the way back onto his mammoth cock. “Yeah that’s the way boy! Make yourself take it all.” Like I have a choice now! Like I was ever going to refuse. Even through the pain that is still radiating from my spread fuckhole I can feel the pulsing pleasure that is beginning to reveal itself every time his thick tool rubs across my prostate. With every thrust from him I am pushing back and shove after shove his movements become easier, faster. Beneath me I can feel my cock growing harder as I squeeze and push my anal walls around the invading dick. Before long he is fucking me, hard deep fucking that I am taking and welcoming. The water splashes around us with each pounding of my hole and we are both grunting with the heat and exertion. “I knew you’d love it boy!” “So fucking big, so fucking big!” My response is all I can manage, rational thought is being fucked out of me again and I am reduced to a hole for men to enjoy. My cock is bouncing and pulsing in the water as my arsehole is turned into another man’s cumdump. The pain from my initial opening is all but gone and even that has become part of the pleasure. Knowing my cunt is so full, so stretched and bringing pleasure to this amazing cock has my eyes rolling. He speeds up and his hands are kneading my cheeks harder and I can tell he’s going to unload everything into me. “Do it!” I yell as I push myself onto him meeting his thrusts. “You want it don’t you boy?” “Fuck yes! Fill me up! KNOCK ME UP’” He jams into me all the way, then a slight withdraw, before short jabbing pumps push his spasming cock to coat my insides with his thick infected spunk. For my part I keep clenching my hole and pushing onto him to milk every drop from his heavy balls. His hands are rubbing up and down my back as we both hold there panting in the after fuck glow. As he recollects himself he pulls out of me and I nearly collapse. I manage to sit at the edge of the pool feeling almost weightless as the water flows around me. I don’t even realise he has climbed out of the pool before he says from the doorway, “I’ll look for you later, I think you’ll be wanting some more of this before you’re done for the night.” I smile stupidly as he gestures to his soft, but still sizeable cock. I am still trembling from his fucking. There’s just no way I can say no.

Ch.8 I don’t remember the journey here. The decision to come was more of an impulse. Now I’m here however, fingertip hovering over the buzzer. I can still turn away and try to forget everything. It’s not too “BZZZZZZZZZ!” Did I even press the button? The click tells me the door is open and I lean into it stepping forward. As I bring out my wallet to pay I notice the guy behind the counter has a knowing smirk on his face that I’ve certainly never seen before. I don’t really make eye contact as I mutter a greeting, take my towel and key, then head to the lockers. It’s still quite early. That much I definitely chose. Figuring it would be less busy and that I would have time to get my bearings a bit more. Maybe ever relax a little. Yeah that sounds like it might work. I strip and stow my clothes in the locker. Securing my key and wrapping my towel around me I head for the hot tub with an idea to unwind. I find the hot tub empty and wonder if maybe I’m the only one here at this time and I feel a certain tension go out of me. Maybe I was being stupid. Lightening doesn’t strike twice. That was a one off. Enjoy yourself, but be cautious is all. As these thoughts are all jockeying for position in my head I hang my towel and climb into the bubbling waters. If nothing else the hot water relaxes me in ways no amount of self justification can and I am soon leaning back in pure indolent style. The waters swirl around me and ease all tension out of my muscles. The light steam from the surface adds a dreamlike haze to the air and I am drifting with nothing on my mind at all. It is bliss. “Ahem!” My eyes flick open and I start, causing a splash. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to startle you. Just thought it more polite to announce myself than climb on in.” I really was out of it. It takes me a moment to focus on the owner of the voice. Quite tall, older and a little skinny but not bad all things considered. Closely cropped hair and a trim white goatee. As he turns to climb up into the tub I can’t help but glance at the salami between his legs. Dammit the man is gifted! He must have noticed me noticing him because he chuckles as he climbs in and makes absolutely no attempt to hide his cock as he gets comfortable. Is it my imagination or is it swelling and standing up as he slips himself into the water? He seats himself opposite me and reaches his arms along the sides of the tub as he leans back to relax. Almost mirroring me exactly. I try not to stare at him but it has become obvious that he is watching me constantly. A slight smile playing across his mouth. Everything about him says ‘genial old gentleman’ but something in his eyes is positively yelling ‘Wolf.’ “Been soaking long?” “Ummm not really, haven’t long been here.” “Ahh, just relaxing. Good, good!” As we converse he shifts a little and I think I feel the play of his foot against my calf under the water. I tense a little but don’t move. “Seems pretty quiet tonight. I must admit I never thought I’d see anyone like you here.” “I, uh, just sort of...it was a last minute decision to come.” “Quite right. Nothing better than letting the impulses drive once in a while.” Again that smile. Not exactly humourless, just more.. hungry. That foot is sliding higher and with the water, and the location and the memory of that quick glimpse of what he’s carrying my own cock is very quickly at full mast only hidden by bubbles. He is staring at me now as his foot strokes gently up and down my leg and I make no effort to stop or resist his advances. As his toes slide along my thigh I spread my legs a little and he presses his foot directly onto my now throbbing cock. I groan and lean my head back. He stops. I open my eyes and he is slowly rising out of the pool. “I heard about a young man who was here the other day.” I think I must have gone pale. “Yes. This young man proved to be Very popular with, well, everyone. Yes?” He has stepped up onto the side and walked around until he is above me where he squats down right next to me and holy shit. His cock. Its huge and very fucking hard. I am staring at it as he talks. It twitches every now and again and there is a tantalising drop of precum beading at the tip. I lick my lips and I turn to face him, kneeling in the tub, between his spread legs. “Good boy.” I moan as I hear that. Like a switch inside me. Like I’m some sort of Pavlovian test I lean forward and begin to lick along his shaft. I lap from his dangling balls to the tip where I savour his precum before licking all the way over him again. He grunts an approving sound and leans back to allow me to worship his wonderful appendage. “Seems like you have found your calling.” He laughs a little as he says this but I can’t help but think maybe he’s right. I am a cocksucker. A fuckhole. Hard cocks are my purpose. As I slip my lips around his tip and begin to take as much of him as I can he puts a hand on my head and guides me down. I let my tongue play around him as I suck. Teasing his firm flesh and tasting each long hard inch of him. I realise I am moaning hungrily as I push down until he is right at the entrance to my throat. “Fuck you are good!” He coos approvingly as I begin to slide him in and out. Fucking my mouth with his cock and running my hands over him. Teasing him. Soaking that amazing dick with spit. After a few minutes he pushes my head off of his cock and he looks down at me. Leaning forward he kisses me and I respond enjoying the way he flicks at my tongue with his own. There’s no doubt I am his in this moment. That’s all it took. The sight of his hard cock and a good kiss and I’m needing to do anything for him.

Ch.7 Ok I wasn’t going to do this. I really wasn’t. Last time things got out of hand. I mean really out of hand. It has been more than a week since I let myself get bred by multiple poz guys. Despite constantly flipping between anxiety about what I’d done and needing to play with my hole and my cock as I replayed all the pornographic details, I was clearly hanging on to the idea that maybe it would be ok. Maybe they were just talking dirty and there wasn’t anything to worry about. Maybe I really am that much of a slut and... For Fuck’s Sake stop touching yourself. I was arguing with myself. Terrified to take a test, worried what it could mean for me. But I’ve been feeling fine since. It’s probably ok really. Plus it felt really, REALLY gooood. The longer I bounced from scared to horny the more time I realised I was staying on horny. Fuck! Am I a chaser? Do I want it? Do I want their HIV? Their poison sperm? Its hard to argue the case when you’re bouncing on a dildo, cock in hand shouting those questions at the walls as you cum. I need to go back. No amount of self gratification can ever equate to having someone else take control. Giving yourself over to someone else’s lust makes everything that happens, every sensation, a surprise. I’m going back...

It’s possible but I have rounded it off deliberately. Thanks very much for all the feedback! 🥰

Ch.6 I think I must have blacked out for a moment or five. The next thing I am truly aware of is regaining focus with my face pressed into the surface of the bench while my body is being rocked from a slow deliberate fucking. “Unh. Unh. Unh.” The moaning breaths are being forced out of me from the hard, staggered thrusts. I don’t know if the guy fucking me is the same one who was fisting me or if I have been passed on yet again. I grip the edges of the bench and push my upper half up. The hands on my waist grip me tighter. “Back with us are you? Hope you don’t mind we just kept the party going.” The slapping of his hips into my arsecheeks speeds up and he drives his cock harder into me. Automatically I press back to meet him. As sloppy as my arsehole now is it still feels so good to be fucked hard and fast. I try my best to tighten my hole around his pounding cock to make it feel even better for him. “Fuck yes you little slut. You really do want all these loads don’t cha?” “I...really...do” I manage to gasp out in response between his shoves which have gone up a gear. He slaps my arse a few times making me yell out wildly spurring me to push myself harder back onto him. “Got another hot poz load for you slut!” “Please...” Is all I have time to say as he collapses over my back and his hips shudder. Deep inside me his cockhead is spraying my insides down with his poisonous seed. He holds inside me for a good few moments after cumming. Rocking his hips and slowly working his cock in and out of me. He pushes that load as deep as he can before he finally slips out. Leaving me feeling empty. As he steps away from me I glance around the room and realise I am finally in here alone. Using the bench for support I raise myself onto my legs and stand there unsure if I can even manage to walk out. Unconsciously I reach between my cheeks and run my fingers over my arsehole. It is very open and very wet. Even just that contact makes me shudder in pleasure and I bring my slick fingers to my lips and suck the cum mixture from them sighing as I do so. Very cautiously I begin to make my way out of the room my legs trembling with exertion. At the top of the stairs I pause and looking down them it seems an impossible challenge to attempt that descent. “Well done fella!” I turn and see the daddy from before leaning against the wall. “Need a hand?” He grins as he asks this knowing full well I am utterly shattered. I just nod. He puts his arm around me and I have never felt more safe as he guides me down the stairs practically carrying me the whole way. No words are exchanged he just leads me through the building to the showers where he stands me under the hot spray. Holy shit does that feel good. My muscles are all starting to cry out for all the cheques I have tried to make them cash over the last few hours and under the hot water I begin to sag. The daddy catches me before I collapse and as I face the cascade of water he presses up behind me and starts to knead my shoulders. Then my arms. Then his broad hands are pressing and soothing my back. I place my hands on the wall for support as he works lower. Some strength returns to me as he continues to massage everything I have strained. I cannot help but moan as his hands work back up my legs and begin to knead and spread my cheeks. He leans in and I feel his beard scrape my skin then his tongue slides across my open arsehole. He sucks and tongues my cunt for several minutes while I press my fingers to the wall and shove my arse back to him spreading my legs to open myself even more. Without meaning to I have bent myself and presented my arse for breeding. I feel strong hands slide up my back as he stands and as his fingers curl over my shoulders and grip me there the unmistakable heat and weight of his cock presses up against my opening and slips inside without pause. “That was easier than the first time.” He chuckles softly as he says this but I still feel every inch as he pushes all the way in. As the hot water runs over us both he begins to fuck me. Long slow strokes all the way in then all the way back out. Every so often he pulls completely out of me and leaves me gasping for him to fill me again. Which he does. Gradually his pace builds. We are both moaning now and the slap of his wet skin on mine is the soundtrack as I push against the wall to meet his powerful thrusts. “One more load before you go?” It’s not really a question as we both know there’s no way I’m going to refuse now. I just continue to meet his thrusts and try to clench my anal muscles around his hot daddy cock. He growls in my ear as I do this and I arch my back to contour myself to his body. His pumping into me never slows he simply takes hold of me and grinds his hips against my arsecheeks making sure his cock is good and deep inside me on each in stroke. “This hole was meant to take loads.” “It was. Breed my hole. Make me take it all.” “Good boy. I hope its my load that converts you you dirty little cunt!” “Fuck yes! Poz my pussy! Poz my fucking pussy!” He is wildly fucking me by now and I am slamming myself back onto his dick needing his cock, his cum, his virus. With a final hard shove he presses me fully against the wall and I feel him shudder as his balls contract and his cock spews his potent charged sperm deep into my open and very receptive channel. He spins me around and plants a deep kiss on me. I return it with the same level of fervour. As he pulls away from me he smiles down at me. “You can find some or all of us here most weekends if you need another shot. I know I’d love to breed this hole again.” I nod. I know somehow that if I’m not already well on the road to conversion I will be here until the virus takes. After I dry myself, dress and step out of the door with a brief nod to the guy who took my money last night; I smile to the morning sky. At least I got that damn song out of my head.

Some doors once opened.... 😉

Ch.5 Without ceremony I am lifted off of the daddy who just participated in giving me what was possibly the best orgasm of my life so far. My body is still trembling and I am panting as I am first placed face down back over a bench. Then hands at my hips pull me until my arse is raised up leaving me spread and exposed. I can feel cum running down the backs of my thighs and in my fuck delirium I smile at how much of a cumslut I must look. I begin to wonder at who will fuck me now. There is no question in my mind about that. Just who and how? I know I am here to be fucked until they want to stop. I am at once desperate to feel myself filled again and terrified that I have let myself be used in this way. Any strength or resolve I had to get up and walk away has long since been fucked out of me. Now is just acquiescence. I feel fingers at my hole and I moan softly at the teasing sensation. I shudder as my arsehole is probed and stretched. “Fucking look at that!” The words are seemingly coming from miles away but I can hear that the speaker is pleased and impressed. More fingers and I feel my ring being pulled open. Made to gape I feel more cum run from my stretched opening. The owner of the fingers begins a thrusting motion. See-sawing his fingers in and out. In and out. Over and over until I am involuntarily rocking my hips in time with his pumping digits. “Four fingers in you. You want to see if you can take it all?” I barely have time to register what has just been said let alone vocalise a response before I feel that pain pleasure mix that happens when your fuckhole is stretched to the limit. Right before it is made to go further. “Ohh Fuuck Nooooo!” I know the noise is coming from me but I can no more stop it than I can the determined pushing from behind me. I feel as full as I ever have. Even more so than being double fucked earlier. Something gives and there is a sensation of simultaneous pressure and relief. I am still so full but the stretching is lessened and I know that from behind I must look like such a slut as I am fisted for the first time. “Just to the wrist so far pussyboy.” Somehow I know that name is going to follow me around from now on. “Lets give you a work out!” Christ! how much more can they work me over? My silent question is answered immediately as I feel a pulling pressure and the hand currently filling my cunt is slowly removed. As the widest part slides through my opening in reverse and I feel the muscle trying to close around his fingers I groan at the exertion. My new assailant presses in again and I am stretched once more. Back out. Back in. Slow deliberate driving motions that have me digging my fingers into the cushioned surface of the bench and gasping over and over. With each pass I feel the motion is easier until the hand that had been causing me to cry out with every push and pull is now sliding into me almost effortlessly. What had started as a slow cautious insertion is now a very definite fuck stroke. “Oh yeah look at that hole open up!” “Look at that bitch fucking move. You love it don’t you?” I do. No hiding it. No denying it. My body gives me away again and I am writhing and panting like a bitch in heat as my body is stretched and used for every sordid pleasure they can test me with. And they test me. With the hand fully inside my anal canal I feel the fingers clench into a fist. Then the guy behind me begins to twist his hand inside me. Then his fingers open and his hand is pulled out fast. Then shoved back in. I am trying to move my hips to match his toying with me. My mind is pretty much blank by this stage and I am helplessly lost in a fuck fugue state. Having my fuckhole tortured so expertly has my cock dripping precum again and I am babbling incoherently in rapturous bliss. Every step is incremental. By now my fist fucker is pushing his hand up my arsehole to the wrist every time. Only now, once inside, he is closing his fist before pulling out. I am aware enough to feel my hole relaxing more as he pushes me bit by bit. Like the biggest plug in my toy box he has made me gape enough for something more. He pulls out. I wait hungrily to be filled again only this time on the in stroke he doesn’t open his hand. I feel the blunt face of his fist press against my anal muscle and it is no contest. Hours of fucking, so much cum, spit and lube and the way he has forced my hole to open for him allows his fist to punch right inside me. I try to brace myself but its no good. I can only take it. Punch. Twist. Pull. I should be screaming but I am grunting as he milks my cock from inside. The precum is flowing out of my cock from this over stimulation and I am shaking all over as though in a constant whole body cum. Punch. Twist. Pull. Fuck how can this feel so good? But it does and I know I’ll need to feel it again. Punch. Twist. Pull. Oh My God I want more! More! MORE!

That’s the kind of feedback I like to hear 😘

Ch4. I have no Idea why I’ve never been in one of these before. That was the thought that kept bouncing around my brain as I went from shaky legged uncertainty to weightless wonderment. The material of the sling moulds to the contours of my back as I feel myself relax onto it. Maybe I was exhausted, or just past caring. I don’t even protest when they strap my legs. I knew I was at their mercy and that was actually thrilling, a feeling of total submission. I was very definitely their toy to enjoy and although I had already proven that in the previous few hours; now I think was a test of limits. Being preoccupied I guess I was unaware of them during the previous fucks I had taken over the bench. They had apparently been watching me the whole time and waiting to bring me into their circle where willing holes were always welcome. The first to line up and slide in doesn’t say anything to me. He just leers down as he swings me along the length of his cock. I stare up at him, my focus split between his hungry gaze and the very prominent biohazard tattoo around his right nipple. I had so much spunk dripping from me by now that I guess it no longer matters who breeds me now. Even if only a few of those loads were poz there was a good chance, after the number of rough poundings I had received, that it was already well on its way to changing me. He speeds up the thrusts and I grunt in response. Despite everything I still need to feel my hole pounded. The pure pleasure is everything that I care about now. The sensations pulsing from my fuckhole cloud my every other judgement. Getting fucked more and more is my every need. He certainly delivers on that. His cock is average; his stamina is amazing. He fucks me for a solid twenty minutes before there’s any change in pace from him. All that time I am just making the animal noises that are forced from me with every thrust of his rigid cock. All that time I beg for him to fuck me harder. Plead with him to breed me again, to shoot more cum into me. I feel him tense as I cry out for his sperm. His fingers dig into my thighs, he shoves into me hard and he holds himself steady. Balls deep inside me his cock pulses another charged load to add to the mix. I sigh in contentment. This is so much more than I came in for but it’s exactly what I had been looking for, I know this now. My silent fucker smiles down at me as he unsheathes his cock from me, pats my arse affectionately and nods once at a job well done. I just collapse back and stare once again at the ceiling waiting for whatever is to come. I don’t have to wait long as I am unstrapped and helped down from the sling by two guys. The bigger of the two is a real daddy type. Broad and strong he holds me up easily and I cling onto him inhaling his musk with a need I have never recognised in myself before. He sits back on a bench and lifts me across his lap which makes me think momentarily that he could be a very bad Santa. I almost ask if he has a gift for me as he lowers me onto his thick cock. It’s a silly question. I already know he does. I lean forward and kiss him tasting tobacco on his tongue. He grabs my arsecheeks with strong hands and begins to lift me up and down as though I were nothing. As wonderful as this fuck is I don’t have time to settle into the rhythm as suddenly the second guy who helped me out of the sling is there behind me. His hard cock rubbing over my already full boycunt. I weakly try to protest but it is clear this was the plan all along and I am held firm as the rubbing becomes a steady pressure and then a POP. The noise I make as my anus is pulled apart by this second cock entering me is somewhere between a sob, a keening and the most lustful moan I have ever produced. My whole body tenses as I am stretched beyond my limits. I wonder just what I must look like straining to cope as I am double fucked between two men who look just like father and son. They alternate thrusts into me sliding their full cocks across each other in their quest to fill me and take their pleasures from my body. The stretching, the movement, the total loss of control. It’s all too much for me and as these two men use me as their shared cocksleeve my own cock erupts. The spasming of my body sets off the younger man behind me and he jams into me with a staccato pumping that coats my inner walls and daddy’s cock with more sperm. He slides out and the daddy under me smiles up and reaches between us. Rubbing the load I have just shot over him he collects it on his fingers then pushes them into my mouth. “Good pussyboy! Nothing like cumming while your cunt is being wrecked to show everyone what you are.” It sounds like a taunt but his expression is genuinely friendly. He means it as a compliment. I am a good hole for him and his friends. As I lap up my own spunk from his fingers he continues to fuck me for several more minutes. I can tell he is getting close by the look on his face. At some point I have taken over without realising the transition. I am riding him hard with almost no effort from him. Pumping my hips to get his cock as far into me as I can as he relishes the soft embrace of my slick channel. He pulls me down and presses his lips to my ear with a growl. “Getting close boy. If you keep riding me you’ll get seeded good.” “I know.” “Those other boys, poz every one.” “I know, I want it.” “Want what?” “Your cum.” “Say it louder.” “I want your cum!” “Louder slut.” “I want your poz cum in me. Fuck it into me!” “Fucking shout it bitch!” “POZ ME! BREED ME! FUCKING USE ME UP!” He grabs me hard and pulls me into a crushing embrace as his cock delivers the toxic sperm these men have made me crave. Kissing me deeply we both shake at the intensity. Both collapsing onto the bench sheened in sweat and cum. The moment broken as a cheer erupts around the room and I am pulled away from this private universe into the now. There are still quite a few men watching my conversion. I am hit by a wave of nervousness. How much more can I take?