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3. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t heartbroken being betrayed by Tommy, but after watching that video, something clicked. Seeing Peter’s manly body, monstrous cock and balls, the sex he exudes made me realize that I could never compete. Watching and re-watching that video made me realize that Peter took away my boyfriends because I wasn’t meant to have them. I wasn’t good enough. It was sad and liberating to realize this. I also couldn’t get Peter out of my mind. The way Tommy groveled and worshipped Peter’s cock. I wanted to experience that. It was June, about a month after Tommy left me, when I worked up the courage to message Peter. Me: Hey Peter My heart was racing. My body was shaking. I squeezed my phone as I waited for his response. After a couple hours, he finally responded. Peter: What the fuck do you want, faggot? Me: About the video you sent Peter: yeah? Me: I thought it was hot Peter: lolol you are such a pathetic lil bitch Me: hahah yeah you have a really nice cock Peter: I know Me: If you’re free, maybe we can hang out sometime Peter: And do what, faggot? Me: Just hang out and whatever Peter: Tell me what you really want or Im done with this convo He knew what I wanted, but he was taunting me, asserting his dominance over me. Me: I want you to fuck me Peter: HAHAHAH Me: Please, Peter. I want what Tommy got About 5 minutes passed until I got a response. Peter: Be at my place in an hour, fag That was all he said. That’s all I needed to hear. It was 4:15 PM when I hopped in the shower and cleaned out. I put on a t-shirt and sweatpants, and called an Uber. Peter lived in a really seedy part of town. The buildings were all tagged with graffiti. Some houses were boarded up with plywood. The sidewalks were littered with broken bottles and cigarette buds. I walked up to his apartment complex texted him I was outside. He buzzed me and told me to go to unit 403 on the fourth floor. He said the door would be unlocked. I made my way up the stairs to unit 403 and opened the door, I was greeted with a familiar site. Peter was sitting on the futon, naked from the waist down. He had on the same grease-stained tank top and was slowly jacking his cock. I couldn’t believe it. I had jacked off to this scene from the video he sent me at least 50 times, but it was finally a reality. “Get over here,” Peter barked. Without saying a word, I walked over and kneeled before him. “Tell me what you want,” Peter said. “Pppplease, I…w…w..wanttt yourrr cccockkkk s..ssir,” I replied. “Louder,” Peter commanded. I begged him again. I could smell the warm scent of his crotch. I was desperate to taste him. He smacked his cock on my face. It hurt but I was so horny and so hungry that I didn’t care. He smacked my face a few more times before he finally let me taste it. I devoured his cock like a madman. My hands ran all over his hairy thighs as my head bobbed up and down. I inhaled deeply each time I went down. His crotched was musky and ripe with old sweat. His balls were sticky as if they hadn’t been washed in a few days, but I didn’t mind. In fact, I loved every bit of it. “You see that? Look at what a lil bitch your ex is,” Peter said. I felt a presence come up from behind, but I didn’t want to stop worshipping Peter’s cock. Tommy emerged and sat next to Peter. He was wearing nothing but a jockstrap. Our eyes briefly met. His face was filled with disgust. Mine filled with lust and hunger. Tommy dove into Peter’s right armpit and began sniffing and licking. Peter began finger fucking Tommy. He jackhammered 3 fingers into Tommy’s hole. Tommy lifted his legs and was moaning. He was never this vocal when we had sex. But I wasn’t surprised. As I worshipped the most gorgeous cock I’ve ever laid eyes on, I knew Peter was a better lover in every way. Peter pushed me off his cock and turned to Tommy. He jammed 4 fingers into his hole. Tommy’s face was that of pure ecstasy. This continued for some time when Peter reached into the futon cushion and grabbed a small oblong bottle. By this point, I was fully naked and playing with my cock. Peter then took off his tank top, unscrewed the bottle cap, and did 3 bumps of this white powder. He then sprinkled some onto his cock and then shoved it into Tommy’s hole. Tommy’s face lit up. Peter piston fucked Tommy for a few minutes when he finally roared. His body convulsed for a few seconds and few on top of Tommy. What!?! That was suppose to be my load!! I thought to myself “Thank you, sir. Thank you,” Tommy repeated over and over. “Get over here and clean off my cock,” Peter said. As I crawled over, I noticed how loose Tommy’s hole was, much much looser than when I last saw it. It didn’t matter because I turned my attention to Peter’s cock which dangled in front of me. I licked every inch, cleaning off all the juices. When Peter was finally satisfied, he kicked me off and walked to his room. Soon after, Tommy went into what I figured was his room. I didn’t know what to do. I was still incredibly horny and wanted Peter to fuck me. I felt confused, lost, and vulnerable. I sat there until the sun finally set. I looked at the clock and it was 10 past 8. I must have been sitting there for a couple hours lost in thought. Peter opened his door and turned on the lights to the living room. “You’re still here? What the fuck do you want?” He said. “I…um…can you…please…fuck me?” I replied. He paused, then took our his phone, snapped a picture of me, and started texting. He was on his phone for a few minutes when he finally looked up and said, “If you want me to fuck you, you gotta earn it.” “Um, sure,” I said. “Good. You do what I say, and I let you ride my cock,” Peter said. “Yessir,” I responded. “Follow me. Leave your clothes here, we’re not going far,” he replied. He walked out of the apartment and I got extremely nervous. I didn’t want to be naked outside. Peter saw my hesitation and said, “Do you want me to fuck you or not?” That was all the encouragement I needed. I shuffled to the front door and followed him to unit 510 on the fifth floor. We were greeted by tall, lanky shirtless guy. He had tattoos along his lower abdomen and right pec. He looked pretty trashy, but in a hot way. “Not bad, man,” the mystery guy said. He told us to come in. I followed Peter to the living room. I was told to sit on the ground while Peter sat on the dingy sofa. A part of me was nervous. When I left the house today, I thought I was going to be fucked by Peter, but now Im in some stranger’s house completely naked and yet to be fucked. But my body was still. It was complete cognitive dissonance. My mind was in so much shock that it felt almost blank. “Listen boy, if you want me to fuck you then you have to do everything my buddy says. Understand?” Peter said. I slowly nodded my head. His buddy then walked over and held a glass pipe in front of me. I looked over to Peter, eyes filled with uncertainty and fear. “Put your mouth on the pipe and inhale,” Peter commanded. I opened my mouth slowly and his buddy put the pipe on my lips. I heard the sound of the lighter, gas emitting and the faint whispers of the flame. I saw white clouds fill the pipe. I inhaled. “Hold it,” Peter said. I obeyed. “Release.” I obeyed. I heard the lighter again. More white clouds. I knew what to do. Inhale. Hold. Exhale. Lighter. Cloud. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. My body started to relax. My thoughts racing. I felt so alive.

2. My thoughts came back to me and I saw that Tommy was putting on his shoes getting ready to leave. “Why can’t I come with you?” I asked “Peter said I had to come alone or he won’t rent room,” Tommy replied. I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach again. The same one when I saw Andrew with Peter. I don’t know why I felt so helpless. I should have told Tommy to not go and we’ll find a different option. But instead, I stood there paralyzed, like a kid with no voice. I used to be a confident person. I had a lot going for me, and still do. I have a great body from doing CrossFit, I’m tall, and I’m in school to become a Nurse Practitioner. I used to wear all things with pride, but for some reason, I feel less of a man with each Peter encounter. Tommy gave me another kiss and left. — Tommy slowly opened the door and entered the apartment. As he scanned the place, he quickly stopped when he saw Peter. He was sitting on a dirty futon naked from the waist down. He was slowly jacking his massive dick with his right hand while he sniffed his left armpit. “Took you long enough, faggot,” Peter said. “I…uh…what,” Tommy said. “What am I doing? What does it look like I’m doing?” Peter replied. “Should I come back another time?” Tommy asked. “No, get over here,” Peter demanded. As if pulled by invisible strings, Tommy slowly walked over to Peter. He had an even better view of Peter’s massive cock. Thick, with one large vein running from his balls up the shaft. And his balls. They were low hanging and massive. Tommy crinkled his nose. “Yeah you smell that, bitch? The smell of my crotch. Take it in, bitches like you love it,” Peter said. Tommy remained silent, eyes transfixed on Peter’s cock. “Here’s how it’s going to work. If you want to live here, you have to be my cock slave. I get to fuck you whenever I want. I need to get off a lot, so you have to be ready at any time. I don’t care if you’re at the market. If I text you, then you get your ass back here, bend over, and take my cock. And another thing, I don’t use condoms, so expect to have your cunt flooded with my grade-A spunk, “ Peter said. He continued, “So what’s it going to be? You want to live here and be my bitch, or you going to go back to that pathetic excuse of a man that you call your boyfriend?” Tommy stood there, completely motionless. Peter wagged his cock in Tommy’s direction. It must have given off more of Peter’s manly pheromones because Tommy’s lungs inflated as if he just took a big breath. When he exhaled, any reservation he had also exited his body. In a trance-like fashion, Tommy knelt by Peter and started to grab his dick. “Not so fast, bitch,” Peter taunted. “I want to hear you say that you want to be my cumdump cock slave.” “I want…to…be your cumdump,” Tommy stammered. But the stammering didn’t seem like it was from hesitation or guilt. Tommy’s whole body was trembling from excitement and lust. “You want this cock, bitch? You want my load?” Peter asked. “Yes, sir…please…s..ir,” Tommy said. “Sniff my ripe balls,” Peter ordered. Tommy went straight in and buried himself into Tommy’s ball sack. With each deep inhale, Tommy’s body trembled even harder. He was high on the scent of Peter and his manly presence. “Strip,” Peter said. Without hesitation or taking his face away from Peter’s crotch, Tommy unrobed and was completely naked. Tommy has an amazing body. I tell him all the time that his body and face looks just like my favorite porn star, Calvin from Sean Cody. He’s 5’11 and is incredibly toned with nice pecs. His fair skin stood out next to his deep brunette hair. And there he was completely naked sniffing my mortal enemy’s cock with abandon. “Damn, that lil’ fag scored a good one this time,” Peter said. “Get my dick nice and wet, boy.” Tommy looked up and smiled at Peter. He held the base of the cock with his left hand and ran his right hand over Peter’s body. He started licking from the bottom and made his way to the top. Tommy opened as wide as he could to fit the cock in his mouth. It was tight, but Tommy was determined to get it in. After several tries, Tommy finally got in it, but without warning, Peter held Tommy’s head and jammed his cock into Tommy’s throat. Tommy gagged and pulled off Peter’s cock. His eyes were watering and he was gasping for air. Peter laughed. After a few seconds, Tommy went back to Peter’s cock and started sucking. He kept servicing Peter’s cock for another 10 minutes or so when Peter pulled Tommy off. “You ready for me to destroy your hole, boy?” Peter asked. “Yes…please…please…” Tommy said. His trembling returned. “OK, but you need to do one thing first,” Peter said. “Yes…sir…anything,” Tommy said. “Look into my iPhone over there and say that you’re in love with me and you regret ever being with your pathetic boyfriend. Tell him that I’m a better man than he is in every way. That no matter how much he works out, everyone can see that he’s a dumb cuck,” Peter demanded. Without hesitation, Tommy turned to the iPhone that had been recording this entire time and said, “I’m in love with Peter, you dumb fuck. I can’t believe I ever wasted time with you when I could have been with a real man. He has a better cock than you, a better body than you, and he’s going o fuck me better than you ever could. You are a dumb, stupid cuck. I bet you’re going to watch this and jack off to it, you dumb fuck,” Tommy said. Peter laughed. Tommy was completely his and he looked at the camera with the same smug look he had when Andrew was sucking him off. “Hear that, bitch?” Peter said to the camera. “Now get on my cock, bitch,” Peter said to Tommy. “You’re going to ride this cock and work for my load.” Peter leaned back and put his arms behind his head. Tommy straddled Peter. He held Peter’s cock as he slowly descended onto it. He was slow but deliberate. Peter grabbed a small brown bottle of what looked like poppers, unscrewed the top, and held in under Tommy’s nose. “Sniff.” Tommy started inhaling like he did with Peter’s balls. I had never seen Tommy do any type of substance before, but he was sniffing the poppers like a pro. Peter counted down from 15 and told Tommy to keep sniffing. Then he told Tommy to hold it in until he couldn’t and then exhale. Tommy obeyed and when he finally exhaled, his fair skin turned a shade of red. He was high. He started riding Peter’s cock aggressively. Smack smack smack filled the room. After a few minutes, Tommy slowed down. The poppers must have worn off. Tommy slow pace was accompanied by a tender look. He leaned into Peter for a kiss. Peter spat on his face and said, “Fags don’t get affection.” Instead of being hurt, Tommy kept bouncing on Peter’s cock. He started whispering, “I love you. I love you” to Peter. “Louder,” Peter demanded. “I love you. I love you. I love you,” Tommy moaned. His voice was trembling. He was in heaven. Without warning, I heard a loud splat. Peter just came in Tommy’s ass and it was so big that it spewed out of Tommy’s ass. Tommy kept riding Peter’s cock. “Feel that warm load inside you boy? My babies swimming inside your pussy. Getting you pregnant with my alpha sperm.” Peter said. “Yes, sir. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you,” Tommy trembled. Peter then flipped Tommy over and started ramming him. Tommy was screaming in pain, but Peter didn’t stop. He kept pounded Tommy was animal force. Tommy’s screams slowly subsided and he was now moaning. Loudly. After a few minutes, Peter screamed and I heard another splat. Peter had just dropped two loads inside Tommy in the span of 10 minutes. It was incredible. Peter got up, walked to the iPhone, and said, “Have fun jacking off, faggot.” — The recording stopped there. My shirt was soaked in sweat. I looked down at the fresh puddle of cum I just shot. I quickly looked off my shirt to lap up the cum. I then swished it around in my mouth and spit it back onto my hand. I was lost in a haze of lust. So this is how Peter got all my exes. The thought slipped away and I spent the rest of the afternoon jacking my cock.

Note: this story starts off a bit vanilla but will pick up. Enjoy! 1. Tommy kissed me on the cheeks and assured me I had nothing to worry about. “Babe, I love you. I’m just going to check out the room. The rent is too cheap to overlook. Nothing is going to happen,” he said. I would’ve offered Tommy live with me, but my housemate is the landlord. She doesn’t allow people to spend to stay over for more than one night. My lease doesn’t expire for another few months, so we couldn’t get a place together until then. Peter had a spare room at his place and was leasing it on a month-to-month basis. Plus it was $600 cheaper than most places, so it seemed like a good deal (to Tommy at least). While Tommy assured me nothing would happen, in my gut I knew that asshole Peter would try to steal Tommy from me. I don’t know what he says or does, but every single one of my past boyfriends have all left me for him. I mean he’s not even hot. He’s barely 5’10 with a growing beer belly. He always wears a stained white tank top that reeks of BO. Even worse, he walks around with a smug look on his face like he’s hot shit—a faint half smile with eyes that scream, “You’re nothing compared to me, faggot!” I’m objectively better looking in every way. I’m 6’1 and do CrossFit 5 times a week. My face is always clean-shaven and my hair always styled. I put effort into looking great, yet despite all this, all my exes seem to think Peter is effortlessly great-looking. Like my last boyfriend, Andrew. We met in Anatomy class during my second-to-last semester at UC Santa Barbara. It was a mandatory prerequisite for nursing school. I heard from previous students that it was a bitch, so I was happy when Andrew approached me to be lab partners. We had weekly Friday quizzes that required us to identify regions of a real cadaver, so going in with a study partner meant one extra pair of eyes to analyze the cadaver during the week. Andrew was really cute—5’9, Asian, toned, and wore these thick-rimmed round glasses that made him look like a nerd. Which was accurate because he was a nerd. So smart, always raised his hands to ask questions in class—deep questions, the type of questions that make the average student think, “What the fuck is this dude asking?” He was also really kind. I struggled more than him, but he always took time to explain things to me. Mid-way through the semester, I kissed Andrew during one of our study sessions, and we never looked back. My relationship with Andrew helped me get over my last relationship. Andrew was just as caring as a boyfriend as he was a study partner. We shared the goals we each had after college and opened up about things from our past that plagued us. Peter being one of them for me. Andrew was disgusted when I told him about Peter, and assured me that guys like him were anomalies. We finished the class; Andrew got an A, and I got an A-. We continued dating for the rest of the school year. I graduated that summer, and Andrew had one year left. It was end of June and we wanted to celebrate our first Pride together. We drove from Santa Barbara to LA for the weekend. You could feel the energy and excitement in the air. Our first night there, we went to the Abbey. It was poppin’. Music was loud, so many hot guys there, some shirtless, some in tight tank tops, but everyone was drunk. Andrew and I did two shots of Fireball, and we were feeling good. We pregamed at our Airbnb beforehand as well. Andrew was grinding on me and I was feeling him up…when I saw him. Peter was there making out with this hot, blonde Twink. He paused briefly when our eyes met and he began to smirk. He looked at Andrew and then back at me, and then mouthed, “Fuck you, faggot.” He went back to his Twink, but that exchange got to me. I was afraid he was going to try to pull something. I was in my head and couldn’t focus on the music. Andrew noticed and turned around to ask me if everything was OK. I said yeah but didn’t want to tell him about Peter. I just wanted to leave and get Andrew as far from Peter as possible. Andrew, however, was having a great time and thought I was sobering up. “I’m going to get us more shots,” he said. “Uh…yeah, ok,” I replied, “lemme come with you.” “Sure thing, I gotta go pee first,” he said. We walked to the bathroom and it was a mess. Reeked of piss, stale beer, and littered with toilet paper on the ground. We waited in line for the urinals when a stall opened up. Andrew went in and I took the urinal that opened up. I finished, looked for Andrew, but couldn’t see him. I went outside and waited at the entrance of there bathroom. About 10 minutes passed and I still hadn’t seen him, so I was starting to get worried. I went inside to check the stall he was in, but saw a different pair of shoes underneath. He was no where to be seen. I checked my phone, but it had no signal. I started panicking. I went around the club to look for him. After searching for him throughout the dance floor, I eventually found him at the bar. As I got closer, my heart sank. I saw Peter with his arms around Andrew whispering in his ears. I was paralyzed with fear and couldn’t bring myself any closer. There’s no way Andrew would fall to Peter’s tactics. But he wasn’t pushing him away. Eventually the bartender gave Andrew two shots..and he gave one to Peter! What the fuck is going on!? They took the shot and Peter went back to caressing Andrew’s ears with his words. I don’t know what he said, but Andrew finally cocked his head back and gave Peter a look I had never seen before. Eyes filled with animal lust. Andrew slowly nodded his head, and as if by magic, Peter turned and looked directly at me. He then took Andrew’s hand and I saw them going to a booth. Peter sat down, spread his legs, and leaned back with his arms behind his head. He didn’t take his eyes off of me once. Then I saw Andrew—my Andrew, the nerdy, kind, loving Andrew—undo Peter’s pants, and fished out his dick. In the club!! No one around them reacted. They were probably too drunk or high to even care or notice. Peter’s dick sprung out and it smacked Andrew in his face. Even from afar, I could tell it was a nice dick. So fucking thick and big. And his balls were bull’s balls. Andrew went right in and started sucking Peter off. He bobbed his head up and down with ferocity. After a few minutes, Peter slapped Andrew’s face and said something something. Then they both turned and looked in my direction. Peter’s face was cocky and Andrew just looked at me with disgust. Without taking his eyes off of me, Andrew started licking Peter’s shaft again—from the balls all the way to the head. I couldn’t take this anymore. I had to leave. This was too much. I called an Uber back to my Airbnb and just cried. I took more shots of the cheap tequila Andrew and I had to drown out everything I was feeling. I eventually passed out and when I awoke in the morning, Andrew still wasn’t back. I checked my phone to see that Andrew had texted me around 4AM. It contained three words. Three words I had been waiting for. That I knew would be coming when I first kissed Andrew. Three words that would follow me forever as long as Peter was in the picture. Three short words: we are through.

I'm looking for a short story that I encountered on Tumblr about this guy and how all his exes left him for this one guy. His current boyfriend lost his job (?) and the antagonist has a spare room in his apartment and the rent is cheap. He goes to check it out and see how big the dude's balls and dick are and how dominant he is, and ends up leaving his bf. Much appreciated!

Can a @rawTOP or another moderator please delete this duplicate posting? Thank you!

(This is a semi-true account of my recent bathhouse excursion. Yes, I am 23. The inner struggle described is real. If you want to help bring out my inner slut, DM me. I lurk on here way too much, and want to live out some of my fantasies with a truly dom top.) Also, this is my first story on here. Would love feedback on what worked and didn't. I don't have much experience writing stories. (pic of my body) Finals were over. Fuck was I glad. This past semester was super hard. All my classes were so boring and a lot of my friends were graduating, so everyone was on edge the entire time. Whatever, at least it’s over. To reward myself, I planned on getting high and going to the bathhouse to get fucked. You’d think that being 23, smooth with a tight body and well defined 6-pack would get you a lot of dick in college, but a lot of guys on campus usually chicken out. So I waited until classes were done to make up for all the dick I should have gotten. It was Friday night and most of my friends were out getting drunk to celebrate summer. Boring! Instead I shaved my hole, douched, and got ready to go to the bathhouse. I saved a couple pills of E from a rave I went to, and I was determined to get high and get my ass destroyed. “But...no bareback,” I repeated over and over again. “Promise me you’ll make guys use condoms,” I repeated. I was determined to minimize the after-fuck guilt and scare. I love feeling raw dick slide into my hole. I love having the shaft rub my Gspot and make me moan. And I especially love feeling the cock spasm as the top shoots his warm cum in my ass. I love all these things! BUT, I always work myself into a frenzy afterwards. I would do myself a favor and use condoms, so I won’t freak out the day after. “Condoms only!” I committed I finally got to the bathhouse. I timed the pills so they would kick in by the time I got the bathhouse. I got a locker, undressed and wrapped a towel around my tight, jock body. I was shivering from nervousness. As much as I love sex, doing it with random strangers still scares me a bit. Being a hypochondriac and cum slut isn’t the best combination. Oh well, that’s why I took the E. I got in the hot tub to relax a bit. There were a lot of guys here tonight I noted. After a few minutes, I got out to walk around. In the first hallway, I walked past a room with an open door. Inside was a pretty well-built daddy, probably in his late 40’s. He motioned me in. I acquiesced. “You are really sexy,” he told me. “Thanks. So are you,” I responded. I got on my knees and sucked his nice 7-inch cock. After several minutes, I got his cock rock hard. By now, the E had fully kicked in. In fact, I think I took too much, because I was getting a bit disoriented. My body was tingly all over, and my thoughts raced. My vision was going in and out, but I was still focused on his cock. The fit daddy pointed to the bed, and my inner submissive whore hastily obeyed. I got on my back and lifted my legs up, exposing my smooth hole. He grabbed the bottle of lube, squirted some on his cock, and rubbed some on my hole. He walked closer and lined his cockhead to my hole. “Um, can you please use a condom,” I weakly asked. The top frowned, but he nodded his head. He went to his bag and grabbed a condom. “Suck my dick some more, baby,” the daddy commanded. I quickly gobbled up his cock. Good job I thought to myself. Way to stick to our agreement of no BB. Within a few minutes, his cock was hard again, getting past the fact that he had to wrap it up. He ripped the wrapper and rolled on the condom, lubed up his cock, and approached my hole. I was on my back again and saw his face. The face of intent. His body glistened with manliness. I could never get this back at my college campus. This much man. This much experience and dominance. I was in bliss. He slowly pushed in. My hole wasn’t used to condoms, so it really hurt. The daddy was slow though. He added more lube and kept pushing. After about 5 minutes, he still hadn’t made much progress. “You’re really tight,” he whispered in my ear with his cock still pressed against my hole. “Yeah, sorry. It’s been a while...are you neg?” I asked “Why does it matter” he retorted with annoyance, “I’m wearing a condom.” Don’t even think about asking him to fuck you raw! I screamed at myself. Come on slut! You know you want it. You play coy, but you and I know you’re going to let him fuck you raw, I urged myself. What’s another night of bareback. You’ve earned it. You got a 4.0 this quarter. Reward yourself with raw cock. “Hey, maybe you can just tease my hole without a condom for a bit.,” I meekly said. The daddy stood back up and his face brightened up. In his smile, there was a tinge of darkness. He was going to fuck me raw and load me up. He knew this, and I knew this. “Ok, baby,” he responded. He quickly threw off the condom. Then he spit on my hole and rubbed his cock up and down. It felt so good. I closed my eyes and threw my head back. The hot daddy saw this and pushed his cock into my hole. “We really shouldn’t. Please don’t fuck me raw,” I unconvincingly pleaded. My voice was so soft and weak that both of us knew I didn’t mean it. He kept pushing. I moaned. Skin on skin feels so good. A few moments later, he was inside. I felt his warm cock pulsating. I looked at him. Any bit of care and tenderness was wiped from his face. In their place was pure lust. He looked at me with animal eyes. Even his breathing changed. His breaths were now grunts. He slid his cock halfway out and then rammed it back in. His slow rhythm was in perfect sync with his grunts. His cock was rubbing my hole in all the right places. I was moaning so loudly. I knew the whole bathhouse could hear me, but I was too high and in too much pleasure to fucking care. “Fuck yeah, bitch! Take my cock” he said to me. “Ugh yeah, please fuck me! Your cock feels so good!” I moaned. He pulled his cock all the way out, slapped my hole, and then shoved it back in. His sweat dripped on me. His odor flooded my senses. I was enveloped in this god’s aura. He varied his pace for a few more minutes before flipping me over. I backed myself up furiously on his raw cock. My body felt like electricity from the E. He slapped my ass and then grabbed my hips to gain control. He pounded my ass for what felt like hours. I was in slut heaven. Then without warning, he pulled out and stepped away. I turned around, showing him desperate, pleading eyes. Even with my impaired vision, I could see the sweat that glistened on his body. His masculine stance with huge arms flexed on either side. He was breathing heavily, sign of the work he’s been putting in. “Please fuck me, sir. Your cock feels so good. I really need it,” my depraved self pleaded. “I’m getting close, boy. I’m about to bust my load, “ he responded,“If I keep fucking you, I’m going to breed you. I’m not wasting my load on your bac.,” I didn’t say anything. I was paralyzed by conflict. I was paralyzed by how good his cock felt. I was paralyzed by how much I wanted his load inside my hole. Not waiting for my response, he flipped me on my back and shoved his cock inside me. “Ohhhhhh fuckkk yes,” my mouth finally vocalized. He took my ankles and pushed them way back. He had a perfect view of my hole. But instead, he fixed his gazed on my face. As he pounded my hole, he said to me, “I’m going to breed your hole boy. Fill your guts with my warm seed. My hot seed.” The room was filled with guttural noises and animal instincts: Cock in and out. Sweat dripped. In. And out. Grunting. Bam. Bam. Bam. In. And Out. Grunt. Moan. “Please spit on me. Make me your bitch,” I pleaded as I sniffed in more of his scent. He scoffed at me. His eyes were filled with disgust. Here is a dumb bitch asking to be spit on taking raw cock. The same dumb bitch that pretended to want condoms. The same bitch that is high out of his mind. Disgust swirled in his mouth and he quickly spat on my face. Then, BAMMM he smacked my face with all his might and I lost my breath due to the shock and pain. He grabbed my face and turned me to face him. “Beg me for my seed, you dumb bitch,” he demanded. “Beg me to breed your cunt.” FUCKING BEG HIM, YOU WHORE. I screamed to myself. “Please, sir. Please breed me,” I managed. “Yeah? You want it? Say it, bitch. Tell me what you want,” he urged. “Your hot load. Please fill me up. I want your cum,” I said with more strength. “Oh fuck yeah, boy! I’m going to fill you up with my load,” he continued. “Yes!! Fuck me. Fuck your poz load into me,” I moaned. He stopped fucking me and said, “Poz load? Who said I was poz?” I came out of my haze and sheepishly smiled at him. “Sorry.” “Oh so you’re a fucking chaser aren’t you? You sick, dirty fuck. I bet you want poz loads, huh? I bet you want my dick to flood you with venom.” I could tell this was really turning him on. He picked up his paced. He was really railing me now. “You’re going to get my poz load. I’m going to fill you up with my sick dick,” he yelled. “Yes, fill me with your poz load! I need it! PLEASE!” I exclaimed. My inner slut was out. “Fuck yeah, boy!” the hot daddy exclaimed. And with that, he thrusted into me hard. His whole body was shuddering as he half collapsed on top of me. “Ohhhh fuckkk,” he grunted. I felt his cock pulsate in my hole. Moving up and down slightly. Then I felt warmness inside my hole. With each pulse, my hole felt warmer and slicker. I had milked this hot daddy for his man juices, and I felt so proud. Despite all the inner turmoil, I loved the feeling of being bred. The danger and risk. The weight as the top presses down from pleasure and exhaustion. I loved everything about it. After a few minutes, the top composed himself. He slowly slid out of my hole, and just gave me a smirk. “Thank you, sir,” I offered. “You’re welcome, slut,” he returned. He pushed me over to make room for him on the dirty mattress. I rested in his arms for some mandatory post-coital cuddling. He said that was hot and asked how old I was. “23,” I said. “Fuck, such a slut at such a young age.” “Hahah, yeah I watch a lot of porn and read some pretty angular erotica,” I said. “Angular erotica...hah!” After a few minutes, I got restless. I was still rolling hard from the E and now that I have fully abandoned safety, I was intent on getting more dick. I got up and wrapped my towel around my waist. I thank him again, and made my way for the door. I paused and turned to face him one last time. “Are you actually poz?” I asked . “Maybe,” he said coldly. I just smiled and exited the room. My body still pulsating from the E. If only my professors and friends could see me right now; I thought to myself, the control freak that asks smartass questions in class is taking anonymous cum up his ass. With that thought, I walked into the dimly lit, red-tinged hallway. The night had just begun.

(This is a semi-true account of my recent bathhouse excursion. Yes, I am 23. The inner struggle described is real. If you want to help bring out my inner slut, DM me. I lurk on here way too much, and want to live out some of my fantasies with a truly dom top.) Finals were over. Fuck was I glad. This past semester was super hard. All my classes were so boring and a lot of my friends were graduating, so everyone was on edge the entire time. Whatever, at least it’s over. To reward myself, I planned on getting high and going to the bathhouse to get fucked. You’d think that being 23, smooth with a tight body and well defined 6-pack would get you a lot of dick in college, but a lot of guys on campus usually chicken out. So I waited until classes were done to make up for all the dick I should have gotten. It was Friday night and most of my friends were out getting drunk to celebrate summer. Boring! Instead I shaved my hole, douched, and got ready to go to the bathhouse. I saved a couple pills of E from a rave I went to, and I was determined to get high and get my ass destroyed. “But...no bareback,” I repeated over and over again. “Promise me you’ll make guys use condoms,” I repeated. I was determined to minimize the after-fuck guilt and scare. I love feeling raw dick slide into my hole. I love having the shaft rub my Gspot and make me moan. And I especially love feeling the cock spasm as the top shoots his warm cum in my ass. I love all these things! BUT, I always work myself into a frenzy afterwards. I would do myself a favor and use condoms, so I won’t freak out the day after. “Condoms only!” I committed I finally got to the bathhouse. I timed the pills so they would kick in by the time I got the bathhouse. I got a locker, undressed and wrapped a towel around my tight, jock body. I was shivering from nervousness. As much as I love sex, doing it with random strangers still scares me a bit. Being a hypochondriac and cum slut isn’t the best combination. Oh well, that’s why I took the E. I got in the hot tub to relax a bit. There were a lot of guys here tonight I noted. After a few minutes, I got out to walk around. In the first hallway, I walked past a room with an open door. Inside was a pretty well-built daddy, probably in his late 40’s. He motioned me in. I acquiesced. “You are really sexy,” he told me. “Thanks. So are you,” I responded. I got on my knees and sucked his nice 7-inch cock. After several minutes, I got his cock rock hard. By now, the E had fully kicked in. In fact, I think I took too much, because I was getting a bit disoriented. My body was tingly all over, and my thoughts raced. My vision was going in and out, but I was still focused on his cock. The fit daddy pointed to the bed, and my inner submissive whore hastily obeyed. I got on my back and lifted my legs up, exposing my smooth hole. He grabbed the bottle of lube, squirted some on his cock, and rubbed some on my hole. He walked closer and lined his cockhead to my hole. “Um, can you please use a condom,” I weakly asked. The top frowned, but he nodded his head. He went to his bag and grabbed a condom. “Suck my dick some more, baby,” the daddy commanded. I quickly gobbled up his cock. Good job I thought to myself. Way to stick to our agreement of no BB. Within a few minutes, his cock was hard again, getting past the fact that he had to wrap it up. He ripped the wrapper and rolled on the condom, lubed up his cock, and approached my hole. I was on my back again and saw his face. The face of intent. His body glistened with manliness. I could never get this back at my college campus. This much man. This much experience and dominance. I was in bliss. He slowly pushed in. My hole wasn’t used to condoms, so it really hurt. The daddy was slow though. He added more lube and kept pushing. After about 5 minutes, he still hadn’t made much progress. “You’re really tight,” he whispered in my ear with his cock still pressed against my hole. “Yeah, sorry. It’s been a while...are you neg?” I asked “Why does it matter” he retorted with annoyance, “I’m wearing a condom.” Don’t even think about asking him to fuck you raw! I screamed at myself. Come on slut! You know you want it. You play coy, but you and I know you’re going to let him fuck you raw, I urged myself. What’s another night of bareback. You’ve earned it. You got a 4.0 this quarter. Reward yourself with raw cock. “Hey, maybe you can just tease my hole without a condom for a bit.,” I meekly said. The daddy stood back up and his face brightened up. In his smile, there was a tinge of darkness. He was going to fuck me raw and load me up. He knew this, and I knew this. “Ok, baby,” he responded. He quickly threw off the condom. Then he spit on my hole and rubbed his cock up and down. It felt so good. I closed my eyes and threw my head back. The hot daddy saw this and pushed his cock into my hold. “We really shouldn’t. Please don’t fuck me raw,” I unconvincingly pleaded. My voice was so soft and weak that both of us knew I didn’t mean it. He kept pushing. I moaned. Skin on skin feels so good. A few moments later, he was inside. I felt his warm cock pulsating. I looked at him. Any bit of care and tenderness was wiped from his face. In their place was pure lust. He looked at me with animal eyes. Even his breathing changed. His breaths were now grunts. He slid his cock halfway out and then rammed it back in. His slow rhythm was in perfect sync with his grunts. His cock was rubbing my hole in all the right places. I was moaning so loudly. I knew the whole bathhouse could hear me, but I was too high and in too much pleasure to fucking care. “Fuck yeah, bitch! Take my cock” he said to me. “Ugh yeah, please fuck me! Your cock feels so good!” I moaned. He pulled his cock all the way out, slapped my hole, and then shoved it back in. His sweat dripped on me. His odor flooded my senses. I was enveloped in this god’s aura. He varied his pace for a few more minutes before flipping me over. I backed myself up furiously on his raw cock. My body felt like electricity from the E. He slapped my ass and then grabbed my hips to gain control. He pounded my ass for what felt like hours. I was in slut heaven. Then without warning, he pulled out and stepped away. I turned around, showing him desperate, pleading eyes. Even with my impaired vision, I could see the sweat that glistened on his body. His masculine stance with huge arms flexed on either side. He was breathing heavily, sign of the work he’s been putting in. “Please fuck me, sir. Your cock feels so good. I really need it,” my depraved self pleaded. “I’m getting close, boy. I’m about to bust my load, “ he responded,“If I keep fucking you, I’m going to breed you. I’m not wasting my load on your bac.,” I didn’t say anything. I was paralyzed by conflict. I was paralyzed by how good his cock felt. I was paralyzed by how much I wanted his load inside my hole. Not waiting for my response, he flipped me on my back and shoved his cock inside me. “Ohhhhhh fuckkk yes,” my mouth finally vocalized. He took my ankles and pushed them way back. He had a perfect view of my hole. But instead, he fixed his gazed on my face. As he pounded my hole, he said to me, “I’m going to breed your hole boy. Fill your guts with my warm seed. My hot seed.” The room was filled with guttural noises and animal instincts. Cock in and out. Sweat dripped. In. And out. Grunting. Bam. Bam. Bam. In. And Out. Grunt. Moan. “Please spit on me. Make me your bitch,” I pleaded as I sniffed in more of his scent. He scoffed at me. His eyes were filled with disgust. Here is a dumb bitch asking to be spit on taking raw cock. The same dumb bitch that pretended to want condoms. The same bitch that is high out of his mind. Disgust swirled in his mouth and he quickly spat on my face. Then BAMMM he smacked my face with all his might and I lost my breath due to the shock and pain. He grabbed my face and turned me to face him. “Beg me for my seed, you dumb bitch,” he demanded. “Beg me to breed your cunt.” FUCKING BEG HIM, YOU WHORE. I screamed to myself. “Please, sir. Please breed me,” I managed. “Yeah? You want it? Say it, bitch. Tell me what you want,” he urged. “Your hot load. Please fill me up. I want your cum,” I said with more strength. “Oh fuck yeah, boy! I’m going to fill you up with my load,” he continued. “Yes!! Fuck me. Fuck your poz load into me,” I moaned. He stopped fucking me and said, “Poz load? Who said I was poz?” I came out of my haze and sheepishly smiled at him. “Sorry.” “Oh so you’re a fucking chaser aren’t you? You sick, dirty fuck. I bet you want poz loads, huh? I bet you want my dick to flood you with venom.” I could tell this was really turning him on. He picked up his paced. He was really railing me now. “You’re going to get my poz load. I’m going to fill you up with my sick dick,” he yelled. “Yes, fill me with your poz load! I need it! PLEASE!” I exclaimed. My inner slut was out. “Fuck yeah, boy!” the hot daddy exclaimed. And with that, he thrusted into me hard. His whole body was shuddering as he half collapsed on top of me. “Ohhhh fuckkk,” he grunted. I felt his cock pulsate in my hole. Moving up and down slightly. Then I felt warmness inside my hole. With each pulse, my hole felt warmer and slicker. I had milked this hot daddy for his man juices, and I felt so proud. Despite all the inner turmoil, I loved the feeling of being bred. The danger and risk. The weight as the top presses down from pleasure and exhaustion. I loved everything about it. After a few minutes, the top composed himself. He slowly slid out of my hole, and just gave me a smirk. “Thank you, sir,” I offered. “You’re welcome, slut,” he returned. He pushed me over to make room for him on the dirty mattress. I rested in his arms for some mandatory post-coital cuddling. He said that was hot and asked how old I was. “23,” I said. “Fuck, such a slut at such a young age.” “Hahah, yeah I watch a lot of porn and read some pretty angular erotica,” I said. “Angular erotica...hah!” After a few minutes, I got restless. I was still rolling hard from the E and now that I have fully abandoned safety, I was intent on getting more dick. I got up and wrapped my towel around my waist. I thank him again, and made my way for the door. I paused and turned to face him one last time. “Are you actually poz?” I asked . “Maybe,” he said coldly. I just smiled and exited the room. My body still pulsating from the E. If only my professors and friends could see me right now; I thought to myself, the control freak that asks smartass questions in class is taking anonymous cum up his ass. With that thought, I made walked into the dimly lit, red-tinged hallway. The night had just begun.