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I LOVE FUCKING MANY ASSES VERY DEEP! I WANT TO FUCK MANY MANY MANY HOT ASSES! BIG +++ IF YOU'RE POZ OR UNDETECTABLE. BIG +++ IF YOUR ASS IS ALREADY FULL CUMFILLED. I LOVE ANONYMOUS BAREBACK FUCKING! I AM ALSO INTO FELCHING/SWALLOWING SPERMS LOADS AND GROUPS SEX! WHEN I WILL BE IN PALM SPRINGS, I WILL FUCK EVERYDAY AND EVERY HOT BOTTOM! ????????? I will be travelling to PS from November 22 to 30. I want my dick very deep in ass. Get back to me... if interested in fucking. Hey! You can request invitations to all of my Local parties adds on. BBRT (my profile is ABTOPHORNYHUNGGUY) between November 22 to 30 in Palm Springs. ? Top guy here from Montreal planning to travel to PALM SPRINGS 22 to 30 of November for lots of sex. Will be staying in town during few days and willing to fuck a lot of strangers (at least 100 holes and more). Love anonymous bareback fucking. I want to fuck MANY MANY MANY ASSES! Big +++ if you're POZ or undetectable. Big +++ if your ass is already full cumfilled. Its gonna be my first time in PS and I wanna see what all the bottoms in town can offer me. If you request an invitation in my local party add, please be sure to unlock your pics and be serious about attending or getting together. ???
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Anyone going to cum union in Philly at club Philly this weekend? I wanna go and take as many loads as I can.
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I will let anyone fuck me. No load refused.
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Moderator's note: I encountered this story on another site, and from all appearances it was written by Jerry Prince, AKA RawTopDad, who has contributed a number of excellent stories. As far as I can determine it does not appear elsewhere in Breeding.zone, and given the superb writing, I decided to post it here. If Jerry Prince AKA RawTopDad objects to the story being posted here I will certainly delete it. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I love my partner, but there comes a time when you need something different, so when that time arrives, I go to the baths and see what I can find. We’ve all done it, so you know the routine. After I paid and got my room and stripped to the towel, I started cruising. Every time I would see a guy I thought was hot and I’d chat him up, another guy would come up and join us and end up taking the prize away from me. There was another Daddy there, not as old as me, about 45, hairy, fairly well built, at least a lot better than me, and we ended up complaining to each other about the lack of boys for us to nail. We introduced ourselves after we’d talked for a while. Hank was doing the same thing I was, looking for something fresh, different, exciting. We asked status and we both were Poz, undetectable. We were comparing our exploits, who had fucked more men, who fucked more often, when he asked me how big my dick was. I just pulled the towel away and showed him, and he did the same. We were very similarly endowed. I’m sure each of us would have said mine was just a little bit bigger, as we all do. Hank suggested we go to my room and have a taste of each other’s meat and see if one got a lot bigger than the other that way. I never turn down an offer of sex, even if it’s just to get my dick sucked, so I said sure and led the way to my little room. As soon as we got there the towels were on the floor and were exploring each other’s bodies with our hands and tongues. Hank was really good at it, probably better than me. I always aim for the boy’s ass, so I want him to suck my dick while I finger his ass and then rim him to get him ready. Hank wasn’t doing that at all; he was really just making out with me and enjoying my body. So I decided to return the favor and did my best to enjoy his body. He had the better body, so that was easy. Somehow Hank got me on the bed with him on top of me, and he gradually worked his way to my nips and then my dick, which was stiff with anticipation from all the making out. He was like my partner; he didn’t suck dick, he worshipped it. He wasn’t trying to suck me off, he was enjoying every inch. Then he moved down to my balls and I was really enjoying how he licked and sucked on them. Then he moved to my ass with his tongue, just moving naturally on down, and he raised one leg to get a better taste, so I raised the other leg, and soon I looked just like the boys in the porn videos, holding my legs up and making my ass wide open for him. I’ll give it to him, Hank was much better at rimming than I am. He was making love to my hole. I lick and suck the hole and spit it full so I can slide home, and then finger it in, getting the boy ready for my dick. Hank was just enjoying himself, and so was I. He chewed and sucked and kissed my hole, and then began playing with my hole, sticking in a finger and then rimming, then two fingers and then rimming. It was wonderful! I just closed my eyes and laid there and enjoyed what he was doing. Then I got the feeling that there was something more than fingers in my hole, and I opened my eyes to see Hank standing there over me smiling, and I realized it was his stiff cock in my hole. I had been seduced, and now I was fucked. He leaned over me and kissed me, and in doing that he drove his cock deep in the hole he had just lubed up with his spit. While we were kissing he began to hump my ass. I couldn’t cry out because we were kissing, or I sure would have. It had been ages since I had meat in my hole. Then as we were kissing he got his arms up under my shoulders and pulled me into him hard. I was now fully impaled, so there was no question that I was gonna get fucked good. By this time I had realized it and taken the advice they give to rape victims: If you see you’re gonna get fucked, relax and enjoy it. Hank has a great dick, and he’d shown me how good he was at making out and getting me ready for his prick, so more power to you man, you got where you wanted, now you damn sure better show me a good time! Lust began to take over, and he began to hump ass. When you see sweat drip off a man’s nose while he fucks your ass, you know he’s working for it. nd as much as I hated to admit it, Hank was a damn fine fucker. He was using all the techniques I use to make it good for both men. He would pull all most all the way out, give some short strokes and then pound it in deep when the hole was not expecting it. Sometimes he would pull all the way out and then slam it in. But soon he got into the big deep strokes, which when I’m fucking mean I want to get my rocks off and have to pound ass. I wrapped my legs around his hips and stayed with him. “You sure are a dirty fucker!” I told him. He just smiled and picked up speed. “You gonna breed my ass, fucker?” I asked. “Damn right. I’ve been saving my cum for about a week. You’re gonna know it when I blow my wad in your ass!” “Then come on, fucker, show me what you got for me! Plow ass, man, breed that hole, gimme your load. FUCK!” I thought he was gonna split my ass in two then. I also wished the door had been open so we could have had a crowd see this, but I know they heard the WOP-WOP fucking sound of two sweating bodies slapping together. His dick seemed to grow inside me and I felt it get red hot and suddenly he stood still, put his head back and just bellowed. And as he did that I felt his cock let loose in my ass. It was like a fire hose spurting his seed deep in my guts. Then he began to pound it in deep with the final spurts. When his dick was done and began to go soft he lay down on top of me and began to kiss me. He is just an incredible fucker and lover. As much as I disliked his taking advantage of me, I had to admire his technique. He began to profusely thank me for some of the greatest sex he had enjoyed in some time, and I had to say about the same. I can’t remember the last time I got fucked and enjoyed it this much. After that we went to the showers to rinse off the cum and then out for a smoke. That was when he revealed his philosophy to me. “I always look for a Poz top when I come to the baths. If he’s Poz, he took it up the ass to get knocked up. And if he’s a top, he usually doesn’t bottom, so he will have the tightest and thus best ass in the place.” I had to tell him I had never thought of it that way. When I go to the baths I’m looking for a bottom to take my dick and hopefully my load(s). I had never thought of another top as being the best fuck in the room. I was both embarrassed and proud. “Now you’ve got my load in your ass, Jerry,” Hank said, “so I wanna to see you plant your load in my boy while you have my load in your hole.” I got stiff just thinking of that, a daddy giving me his boy to breed because he’s already bred me. “Tommy’s had the run of the place while we were fucking, so he’s probably already got a load or two in his ass by this time. Hope you don’t mind,” Hank said. “Hell no, I love to fuck in cum,” I replied adding "You two sound like me and my partner. We each enjoy watching the other have sex with other men. It's a turn-on and gives us ideas for our next fuck.” Hank led the way to his room where we found Tommy saying thanks to the stud that had just given him a load. Tommy had been very well trained by Hank. As soon as Hank told Tommy that he had just given me a load and now it was his duty to take my load Tommy dropped to his knees and sucked me until I was hard, and then lay back on the bed, lifting his legs for my convenience. Tommy was the perfect boy for Hank, smooth like a surfer and just beginning to work out, sandy blonde hair and blue eyes, and the sweetest smile when he has cock in his hole. Hank told me that boy lives for dick; loves to suck it but mainly wants to ride it. All I knew was that it was a beautiful looking and feeling hole, and so well-buttered for me with the load that was already in place. There is no better lube than another man’s cum! Plus there’s no doubt that the boy takes loads, so you’re free to breed. I tried to do as good a rim job on his beautiful ass as Hank had done on mine, but I was so turned on by this hot boy and the fact that his Daddy wanted me to breed him, that I had to get my cock in that sweet hole. A boy like this is my ideal fuck, and having his Daddy’s cum burning a hole in my ass had me stiff as a poker. Add to that fucking in another man’s cum, and it was pure porn sex. I wanted to slow down and make it last but it was too hot. And Hank had Tommy trained to urge his top on. He was saying all the right things: “Come on Daddy, breed your boy, gimme that load of Daddy cum, make me your boy!” He lit the fire in my balls and I sure did my best to imitate Hank, pausing to let him feel my cock spasm in his ass before I pounded it in hard and worked it in deep. Now it was me with sweat dripping off my nose, but man, it sure did feel good to feel my cock spurt in that hot boy with his Dad’s load in my ass. It was like his Dad’s cum in my ass dripped into my balls and shot into his boy’s ass. After that it was back to the showers again, and then out for another smoke. I was between them and they were both appreciative. I was in that ‘after-fuck’ glow, so happy and satisfied, but they were not, so soon they were off searching for more men. I had enjoyed enough; I got fucked when I was expecting to fuck, and then I got to fuck one of the best asses I’ve had in a long time, so that was enough for me. I went home happy and slept well. Jerry Prince RawTopDad@aol.com 3/31/12 Jerry Prince rawtopdad@aol.com
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Hello! so it might have happened...I did my oraquick test yesterday and it read positive! It was a shock to see two lines (positive) instead of just one(negative). I was wondering if anyone has ever experienced a “false positive” result on oraquick before? According to oraquick’s own website the odds are very slim but it does state: ***** A false positive is when an HIV test shows that a person has HIV when they don't actually have it. Conditions that can lead to a false positive HIV test are: * Lyme disease, * syphilis (SIF-uh-lus), * lupus, and * other conditions. ***** A couple of months ago I did test positive for syphilis and was treated for it but, oraquick’s own website says it could trigger a HIV false positive on their own test. Anyone have any thoughts on this? Heard of anything on false positives? Thanks!
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The Restroom A delicate flower. Exquisite. Innocent. Ripe. He is looking at me, a gentle boy, soft as goose down, naïve. He shivers a little, eyes wide, deep, dark. I brush his black unkempt hair from his forehead. “Monsieur,” he whispers, a voice like honey. “Yes, boy,” I reply. He doesn’t understand my English. I touch my finger to his lips. He kisses it. Little playful kisses, a game. He grins, a beautiful smile, joyful. He giggles. “Monsieur,” he repeats, and I melt. I kiss his hair. A hint of grease, a tinge of shampoo. Flowers, soap, exotic fruit. He is a smoker, I can tell from his scent. “You’ve never kissed a man, have you?” I tease. He doesn’t understand. I laugh. He laughs too. I lean forward, hold his chin and kiss him. A soft kiss. Mint, beer. His mouth is eager. He groans. Shivers. I hug him, his denim jacket damp. He feels warm, and I kiss his head again. Outside, on the motorway that leads to Paris, the traffic rumbles. Cars and trucks crossing the country, transit, movement. In the restroom it is cold, water drips, scents of piss and disinfectant. My hands are on his back. They travel down. I squeeze his ass. “Oh, goodness,” I mutter. He whimpers. I cup his crotch. He’s big, I can tell. And rock hard. “Show me,” I whisper. “Show me your cock. Take it out and show me.” My tone is flat, firm. He shakes his head, confused. There is Gypsy in him, a darkness. I unzip his fly. He is nervous now. He glances at the door. His anxiety excites me. I am a hunter, and he is my prey. He stands still. Obedient. Frozen. I inch my finger into his fly. It is warm, a little damp. He hisses. I pull on the elastic. His pubic hair is thick and wiry, warm to touch. “Show me,” I repeat. I nod reassuringly. He squirms, a grimace of a nervous smile. His eyes plead, burning with lust, tormented with shame. He squints, then with a final groan he pulls out his cock. I grin. I am lucky. His cock is beautiful. Hard, too hard. So hard it is purple and vascular, uncut, dripping pearls of precum. His cock scents the air, making my mouth water. “Good boy,” I say softly. The Room He came with me. Followed me like a lost puppy. We are in my room now, in my room by the side of the motorway, a bland room. It is private, the door locked, no-one can see, no-one can hear. This is the room where his life will change, the room where our destinies will merge. He trusts me, adores me. I am older than him, a father figure. I want him, and I want to own him, to make him mine. He is undressed now, down to his underpants. Vulnerable and shaking, his skin white, his body a little soft, like a cherub. He hugs himself nervously, his large teen cock tenting in his red briefs. He tries to hide it with both hands. “It’s OK,” I murmur. He shakes his head, and suddenly hugs me. Now it is my turn to gasp and tremble. I almost feel bad, I almost relent. I almost want to extinguish my anger. I toy with making him leave now, leave before I change his life. “It’s ok,” I repeat. I take off my shirt. I am muscular and strong, an older man who works out. He looks at me, he is hungry. I can see it in his eyes. “Tattoo,” he says. I guess the word is the same in French. He runs his fingers over my chest. “Scorpion,” he grins. I laugh. “Yes, a scorpion,” I say nodding. He makes a grimace of approval. “Good,” he says in thickly accented English. “Yes, good,” I say. “Maybe. But they bite.” He shakes his head, confused. My Cock, Harbinger “Look,” I tell him. I drop my trousers, I unhook my massive cock from my briefs. I am conscious I haven’t showered. Yet the thought of the boy’s virgin lips on my ripe cock head excites me. It will be part of his defilement, part of the fall. His eyes widen. My cock is so hard. I flex it, I want to impress him. “Your first taste of cock,” I say, more to myself. He is looking at me like a kitten. I press down on his shoulders, and he collapses to his knees, my cock pressed to his sweet nose. He breathes in, intoxicated, drunk on my scent. I motion for him to stick out his tongue. He shakes his head, his mouth slack. I rub my uncut cock head on his lips. He makes a low growl. A little trail of precum glistens like lip balm. I cry out in sweet joy as his mouth opens and he takes most of my cock. He splutters and gurgles. My toxic seed awakens in my balls. Soon, my beauties. Soon. The Bed He is lying face down on the hotel bed, an offering, a sacrificial lamb. My French, Gypsy boy. His ass is soft, plump, hairless, white. I caress it, it’s beautiful, warm. I encourage him to hold open his cheeks, exposing the prettiest hole, forcing him to co-operate in his own degradation. He is exposed, his most private place on view, his balls hanging. I lower myself to lick him, man tongue on teen-hole, a heavenly tang, a taste of heaven. He is groaning, arching, a young virgin bitch in heat. He gasps into the pillow. I dare to introduce my finger, marvelling at the warm, tight sensation. I need to be inside him. “I don’t want to hurt you,” I murmur, my cockhead pressed to his pink hole. Purple flesh on white skin. He is squirming, trying to reach behind him. I take his hand in mine. “Relax,” I hiss. I hold a bottle of poppers to his nose. “Breathe.” He cries out, but my cock slides inside without mercy, gripped by velvet. I cannot hide my cruelty, my mask falls. I laugh, mockery in my tone. He cannot tell, he is in a trance, the trance of an 18-year-old with a big cock up his ass for the first time. I force more poppers into his sweet nose. He is open now, loose and damp. Conception I am close, my cock raw, swollen and dangerous. I fuck so hard that the bed is creaking. He sweats and writhes, his boy’s face screwed up, contorted in sweet agony. He laughs and groans. “It’s time,” I hiss, I feel my cum swirling, an ache that delights. I cannot hold it. “Fuck!!!” I scream, my seed shooting out of me, deep inside him. Potent seed. Bad seed. He turns round to kiss me, the face of an angel, eyes sparkling with life and bliss. It is done. I pull out, and my seed drips out, milky and alive. I lean forward and lick the foam. It is done.
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Hey guys I've been away from the forum but come back every once in a while to lurk. It's been a fantasy to be fucked by someone off of this forum, someone who's into the same shit as me or someone who read my blog and liked what goes on. Does anyone else have this fantasy? The last guy I hoped up with dug his fingers into my asshole after he bred me and rubs the cum into my insides. I found it so hot. Other than that no great sex news. Just keeping in touch ?
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David is a freshman in college and lives together with 7 other college boys in a house on the edge of campus. Being 19 makes him the youngest of the group, 2 guys are 21, the oldest is 22 and the rest is 20. After classes all the boys have their sport activities. They all are part of the football or track team, except for David, he’s part of the swimming team. Swimming gave him a slim athletic body, and in combination with his long blond hair makes him popular with the girls. Most days he’s one of the guys that comes home last, but not today. Practice was cancelled because the pool needed some maintenance so he would be the first. When he arrives home he sees that the door is open. He walks inside. The door slams closed and 4 big black dudes grab him and wrestle him to the ground. His hands are tied behind his back and they place a gag in his mouth. They pick him up and drag him to the dining room that is filled with more black guys. They place him on a chair. The leader walk towards him and grab his hair and pulled his head backwards and said: “Listen, i only have a few questions. Answer them truthfully and we be on our way. If you lie or start screaming i will knock your lights out. Okay?”. David nodded his head. The guy took out the gag and continued with “This makes talking easier. First question; My little sister Hope was here last weekend and got drunk. You remember?”. David answered “Yes i do!”. “Who brought here to a bedroom so she could lay down, and what happened in that room?”, the guy asked with a raised voice. “One of us and nothing happened!”, said David. The guy became angry and said loud “YOU WANT ME TO HIT YOU??? BOY, I WILL BREAK ALL THE BONES IN THAT PRETTY LITTLE FACE OF YOU!!”. David got scared and replied “Sex!”. Again the guy pulled David’s hair and said “WHO?”. David: “All of us”. Before the guy could say anything David continued “…but she wanted it! She asked the guy who brought here to the room to get the others. And when we came in the room she was lying naked on the bed and begged us to fuck her”. The guy was quiet for a bit and than said “I believe you! She’s alway looking for cock! But which of you filmed it? And don’t deny it! My nephew plays football in the same team and he told me that the video was shared in the whatsapp-group”. David hesitates to tell him, but the fear is stronger so he answers “Jason”. “Thank you… Now we wait for the rest… You all will get a lesson you won’t for get! And you can stop with looking surprised! Making a video and showing it around is bad, but you all played with her health…None of you cared enough to put on a condom!”. David was speechless. The guy said “So we going to return the ‘favour’…if you get my drift!”. The whole group started laughing. Then they hear the door. The guy wrapped his muscled arm around David’s neck. “You call them… ask them to come into the dining room! If you scream or raise alarm i will break your neck!”. David did what he asked and called them. 4 guys walk in and walk right into an ambush. With their hands tied behind their backs and a their mouths gagged they are waiting what is going to come. After about ten minutes the rest of the guys arrive home. These 3 boys also are ambushed and bounded. The leader steps forward and start to tell them why they are bounded and gagged, and ends by saying “We are here to make sure that you will never fuck Hope… or any other chick!”. The boys are looking at each other not knowing what will come. “This is going to hurt so i will give you the option to take the edge off. Who wants a drink?”. All boys start to nod. The gags are removed and all boys get something to drink. After ten minutes the boys start to feel drowsy and go limp. “Time to get them naked, guys!”. The guys started ripping and tearing the clothes from the boys and revealing their ripped hot bodies. “To the showers with them, i want them clean”. After 15 minutes the first boys are brought into the living room with water still dripping from their straight virgin assholes. There are mattresses on the ground and all windows are blinded. When all boys are in the room they are forced on their knees and held in a tight grip. Two black guys pick up a few things from the table. Then they walk to the first boy, and jams a finger covered in lube up the boys asshole. The boy wants to yell but can’t because of the gag. Then the finger is pulled out and a needless syringe is shoved inside and gets emptied. A liquid starts to fill up the boys ass and gives a burning sensation. After a few minutes a relax and horny feeling start to emerge that turns them into a sort of sex-zombies. When the boys are zoned out they start to inject their cock with a fluid which makes their cocks hard. The guys can see that the all boys have a good size dicks, but one off them is by far the biggest. David’s 9.5 inch rock hard cock in combination with his hot body, cute face and blond hair makes him stand out from the rest. The leader walks towards David and says “You’re the first…”. He grabs him and throws him on the mattress. While he starts to undress he tells the other boys to take a good look, because they will be next. When he takes off his boxer an enormous black cock is visible. “You can call me Mister Big” he says laughing. David didn’t see the huge cock because he’s lying face down. He feels lubed up fingers exploring his hole and his chemmed-up brain says him that it feels amazing. The fingers start stretching up his ass and all he can think is ‘more’. David begins pushing his ass back on the fingers. Then the fingers are removed and the tip of the monster cock is placed against this hole. The black guy sets his hands on David’s shoulder and start to shift his weight on top of him. David’s ass is fighting against the pressure, but slowly gives in. The sphincter is stretched to the max and the pain makes him scream. Another guy puts a weird smelling bottle under Davids nose and tells him that the pain will stop when he will inhale it deep. He inhales deep. Then the guy switches sides and tells him to do it again. This is repeated 3 times and by the last inhale the effect kicks in. David body feels like its floating and starts to relax. The huge cock starts to sink deeper inside David’s straight ass. David hears the guy whispering in his ear “Thats a good boy! Damn you took it all… all of the 12 inches! I feel my cock oozing precum! TIME FOR CHANGE!”. For the other black guys the signal to do the same. David feels how the cock slowly pulls out and get plunged back in. David moans and feels the cock pulling out a bit faster than the first time and plunged back in again. David moans louder. This makes the guy fucking him to speed it up every time he pulls back and with every plunge the moaning grows louder. The room fills with screaming from the other boys that get ripped open. After a while these screams are replaced by moaning. After 15 minutes of hard piston fucking David feels how the dick get pulled out. David start to moan “Please put it back!”. The guy replies “Are you ready for me to change your future! To make you mine!”. David: “YES!”. The guy bends towards David and says “PROVE IT! Beg me to fuck you… beg to be mine… beg me to fill your ass with my super cum!”. David begins his begging “Fuck me! PLEASE! Mister Big, i need you cum deep in me… OWN ME!”. That was all Mister Big wanted to hear. He got a bag full with crystals, took 2 big shards out and placed them on the tip of his 12” cock before ramming it in. He started to fuck him hard and after 6 minutes he pulled out to flip David on his back and shoved it bag in. He stared right into the meth eyes of David and said “So your ready to become my slut?” …”Yes” said David… “A slave for cock and cum?” …”yeah i want it!”… “Feel my cum deep in your ass and melting my dna and yours together?” …”Fill my ass”. This was the trigger, he started groaning loud. Then he said “Yes! take my toxic seed. Feel how it enters your bloodstream and convert you!” before plunging his pulsating cock deep in David. At that moment David understood what was happening. Mister Big saw the panic in his eyes and grinned. “It’s done… your mine now… accept it!” he said before kissing David. David felt how the feeling hot cum filling his ass made him so fucking horny and how he wanted more. “I see that you want more!” said Mr. Big while pulling out. David nodded. “Get ready for your next lesson”. Two guys came over and introduced them as ‘the twins’. David thought he saw double. Two hot black guys only a few years older than him with ripped bodies and both having a big cock just over 10 inches. “David, look around. See how your buddies are converted like you. And together you can convert others too!” said mister big. “David looked around and saw how his college buddies getting poz breeded. Then he starts to fantasizing about converting others and he knew who he wanted. Someone from his team; Jack, a 18 y/o twink with black hair and a nice butt. He grab his phone send a text to Jack to come over and then told about his plan. After 10 minutes the doorbell rang. David opened the door naked and before Jack could say anything he was pulled in by David and overpowered by the Twins. Jack demanded to know what was going on. So David said he would tell him but wanted a drink first. “You can use one too” he said while handing over a glass. After the drink he said “This is whats happening… i discovered my true calling: a gay slut that wants only cock and cum! I never knew until now that i like you a lot! So i decided to let you discover your true calling today so we can be two sluts together”. “You are crazy” said Jack. At this time the chems in the drink started to work and Jack became limp. Jack clothes where removed and the twins took him into the shower. When they came back David wanted to give Jack a bootybump, but the Twins had a better plan. They tied off both arms of the boys, took a syringe, shoved it in a vein and emptied the content inside. At the same time the straps where removed and both boys started to cough. You could see that they where flying high. The Twins put both boys on their backs and started to lube up their asses. The cock easily entered David’s ass, but Jack’s ass was stretching to the max, and he started to scream. David took Jacks hand and said “Give in to it… join me in this experience!”. Jack looked over to David and their eyes locked. They moved towards each other and began to kiss passionately. Jack start to relax and the big cock sunk in completely. In sync the Twins started to fuck both asses. The boys started to moan loud. Grab our nipples and pinch them the Twins ordered. The boys started to pinch their nipples and the twins started to groan load. I’m cumming said the one fucking Jack’s ass. “This it is! Take it! Let him shoot his toxic load deep in you… become a poz slut with me!” said David. Jack didn’t know what to do, but then David said “I LOVE YOU!” and kissed him. All doubt went away and knew that this is his destiny. The twin that fucks David asked him if he is ready for the next step. David nodded. So one twin laid down and let David ride his cock. But after a few minutes he pulled him towards him and the other placed his cock next to the other dick and started to push. David was stretched further then before and started to scream. Jack moved over to David and said “I want to see how both cocks fuck your ass! Together we change pain into pleasure!”. They started to kiss and at the same time his ass relaxed. He was impaled on two big black cocks. They started to slowly fuck the ass and with each stroke picking up speed. The ass got fucked so hard that David’s cock became harder and bigger then before. Jack saw this and started to suck on it. The Twins started groaning again and when one shouted that he was cumming the other one said “me too!”. Both cock started to fill up his hole. Jack started to pinch David's nipples and David body started to shake. His seed started to fill up Jack’s mouth. Jack did his best to swallow every drop of cum. While they took a break the other boys got filled up for a second time. Mister Big picked up the phone to call a friend, because he knew that David needs to get to a next level to become a real fuck slut. He told his friend about David and that he needed his help. “In about 30 minutes a friend of mine will come over and he will stretch you to your limit with his 14 inch big fat cock. I will prepare for you a double slam!”. David answers “HOT!”. Jack starts fantasizing what the the level would be after the 14” cock could be. And then it comes to mind: ‘stretching Davids ass by shoving his fist inside. THE END or CONTINUE?
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Note from Toon: Some of this story is based on real events and the people are composites of a few characters I really met. The locations are somewhat fictionalized. No real names are used and most of the sex stuff is entirely fictional. THIS A WORK OF FICTION PART 1 Kansas City, 1989 This story may be called "Ice Storm", but it all started about five months earlier. It was a horrible, record-breaking high temperature, humid Summer. I was 22 and doing freelance artwork for some rich,crazy woman who fancied herself some kind of expert on educating young people. I drew characters that were supposed to have no identifiable gender or race. I'd spend hours trying to sketch just such a thing. Never got it quite right, but she still paid me for my time. She'd come up with some crazy idea and I would try to help her realize it. I made enough for rent and a food - plus a few luxuries. It wasn't the life I'd dreamed of, but what else can you expect from some kid who'd just graduated with a fine arts degree? My ass was virginal, but my mouth sure as hell wasn't. I started sucking dick a week after I got my driver's license. I would sneak out to the rest area on I-35 in the middle of the night and suck off anybody who wanted it. Gross dudes, fat, old, ugly -- I didn't give a damn. I just swallowed as much semen as I could. I knew about HIV and AIDS. I knew it was mostly spread through butt sex...which I couldn't imagine even trying. It didn't even sound fun to me. I moved into a cheap apartment in a very gay community. I only picked the place because the rent was ridiculously cheap. It was known as a 'gayborhood' or a "gayted community". Waiters, addicts, students, starving artists, strippers, hookers -- we all formed a community here. At least my building had very thick walls and I didn't hear my neighbors unless they had fights...which happened a lot during this heat wave. I was mostly a friendly person, but not an especially confident one. My abusive dad had beaten all the self-worth out of me when I was a kid. Boo-Hoo, Poor me. I was over it. Don't feel sorry for me. Childhood sucks because that's the way it goes. I fantasized about eating pancakes on his grave some day. At least I had an excuse to not to visit him during holidays. Mom had died of lung cancer when she was 40. She didn't even smoke. I got up the courage to go to one of the twenty gay bars that were open back then. Most of them were close enough to walk to. I went to one of the sleaziest cruise bars called "Plantation". It was a collection of fetish enthusiasts of all types. I saw a few leather dudes which was a whole world I didn't know the first thing about. They all looked tough, mean and sexy as fuck. I was developing my ideals and new fetishes almost daily. I focused my attention on these guys and hoped they'd make eye contact. None did. Oh well - I wasn't about to go out and spend a fortune on leather clothing... only to find out they were all nelly and submissive. I just wanted dick. Hard dick. And cum. I moved up to the main floor where people danced and were more social. I hadn't danced in public ever. I never went to school dances or any of that teen bullshit. I liked music a lot, though. That's when I saw a neighbor from my building. Greg -- pretty average-looking, very tall and he had a 'roommate'. He also had a big, friendly doberman that I always petted and fussed over when we were in the elevator together. We were friendly - but all I knew about him was his name...and that his roommate/lover always had hickeys. "Hi! Glen -- right?" "Yeah. Hi, Greg." He seemed shocked that I was here. I had never given out much of a gay vibe. "I didn't know, man. It's good to see you." "Where's your boyfriend?" "Who? Oh, you mean David. We just share the rent - nothing else. I'm moving out soon... just a few blocks away. It's a house on Cherry street. Hold on - be right back...." He took off to greet some friends. He was one of those guys who knew everybody. I figured he came here a lot. He disappeared in a crush of people and I just sat at a little table with only one bar stool. Loser. It must have been stamped on my forehead. I watched people come and go. I decided to have one more beer and leave. I guess there must be a rest area close to here somewhere. I could always just go there and suck an anonymous dick. No sooner than I took my first swallow of the cold beer than Greg and his crowd walked by on their way out. "See ya, Greg." "Oh hey .... Glen. We're having an after-party at my new digs. I want you to meet my new roommate - Mark. He found the place. You can follow us. I held up my nearly full beer. "Don't worry about it...just stand in the middle of us. The bouncer don't care anyway. His pals helpfully moved me to the center of fags as we headed out. This place had a confederate flag in the window which I didn't like too much. As we walked out into the tropical night I felt some big hands with long fingers on my shoulders. "Hey! You're not allergic to dogs are you?" It was Mark. 6'4" and kind of gawky. "No. I love dogs. Does Greg still have the doberman?" "Two of them now." "Cool." "How old are you?" "23" (I was actually adding a year to my age back then!). "Cool. What do you do." "Art. Some writing." "You work for Hallmark?" "Nope. I applied and submitted a portfolio -- but they never called me. I just freelance now. What do you do?" "Maintenance." Well, that could mean anything. I kinda didn't care enough to ask more. "Finish your beer, man. You don't want to get stopped with an open container." I guzzled it down quickly just as we passed a mailbox. i dropped the empty bottle down the chute. Fuck the government. I hated Bush Sr. "What's the address?" "I'll ride with you and give directions. It's close. We'll be there in two minutes." "Cool." No attraction whatsoever. I could probably go for Greg -- but this guy? No. No way. We got there behind all the others. The party was on the porch I guess. Rainbow flags were everywhere, up and down the street...from porches, from poles. "I'm going to get you into bed tonight." Was he kidding? "Sure. Sounds good." Really cheap beer was being served in cans and I wasn't in any kind of position to turn down free beer. I just couldn't get rid of this Mark guy. He wasn't ugly or anything -- I just didn't sense anything between us would ever happen. The party moved inside once everyone got sick of the mosquitoes. I had to figure that at least a few of them were HIV +. It had finally hit the Midwest with a vengeance. There were no drugs for it except AZT and antibiotics for all the infections. It was looking pretty bleak back then. There were two bathhouses in town but I couldn't to do that. There was a bong being passed around. There were ten guys there -- I had plenty of experience with weed but among a bunch of strangers. It wasn't too long before before they were loading the bowl with a mixture of weed and cocaine. Fuck this. I was stuck in the background as always. SIGH. I wondered where the dogs were. I saw one of those baby gates blocking the kitchen. doorway. I walked over but Mark stopped me. This guy, I swear. "Careful. Georgie is pregnant and will bite you if you get too close." "OK. I think I'll go now." I could just grab another beer, drink it on the porch and go a few blocks home. Of course the Mark dude followed me out the door. "You're not much of a party guy, are you?" He rubbed one of his giant hands up and down my back. "Neither am I, really." "Why the hell would you burn up cocaine? Doesn't that destroy it?" He shrugged. "It must not. Greg does it every night. He has connections. Come back up on the porch and I'll get you another beer. We can sit on the swing." Maybe he wasn't so bad. He was friendly and I was sorely lacking friends in this city. "Where do you do maintenance at?" "Actually -- I'm just a janitor at the county hospital. It pays decent -- and I get benefits." "You see AIDS guys there?" "Oh yeah! Most of them are needle users. Heroine. Shit like that. But some are more and more gay guys who fucked around too much." "Wow," What do you say after that? I didn't have time to think before he was kissing me. Groping me. OK. I guess he was worth chance. For tonight anyway. He was tall and his giant hands were an indication of something, right? Still, I can't imagine our previous conversation had led to a make-out session. "We're kinda out in the open here...let's go inside." Sure. We each grabbed a beer and went past the party people who had taken their shirts off and were randomly pairing up to fondle each other's crotches and smooch. In just a few minutes - all sorts of unsafe behavior would be going on soon. Mark took me back to his bedroom even though there was no actual bed in there -- just a mattress with sheets on the floor. I had so many one night stands in the 90's with guys who didn't own a bed frame. It was pretty common. There was nowhere to sit except on his mattress. "Ha! See? I told you I'd get you into bed!" "Yeah." It wasn't that clever of a joke, but I smiled. We fooled around for a little while but he didn't seem too into it. He stopped me from trying to reach into his shorts. OK. I didn't get it, but I hated being the only one interested. We both silently agreed to call it a night. I showed myself out. The only two people left from the party were Greg and some random guy. They both still had pants on but you could tell they'd come off soon enough. I just got in my car and drove the few blocks home. I can't say it was a 'fun' night, but it was an experience I'd needed to have. Funny how I'd start getting obsessed with this Mark guy over the next few months. I'd see him from to time at Plantation and I tried like hell to get him interested in me again. I had a female friend (Gretel) who had told me that some guys would pursue her for weeks and, then, would get all cold if she expressed an interest back. I had so much to learn about relationships. In the Fall, I was finally hired by Hallmark as a writer. My art was not their style, but they liked my writing...and my ability to mix art with words. That took up most of my time. I became the 'golden boy' there and got raises almost every 8 weeks. This was back when people actually still bought greeting cards. It was a great time for me in most ways -- EXCEPT -- I still didn't have a boyfriend. Everything would have been completely perfect if I had a regular, a familiar dick to come home to. Mark's specifically. Oh well. I kept hunting. Had some luck with a few safe sessions with dudes from the bar. One guy was from out of town had stayed with me the whole weekend. I was sick of him as soon as soon as I'd cum. But he stayed until Sunday night when I dropped him off at the train station. His was the first ass I had eaten. I still wan't sure if I liked it. It seemed a little unsafe to me. By then the ghastly holiday season had begun. I had nowhere to go and no one to call...or send cards to. Whatever. I had upgraded my TV and my premium cable choices. I also bought a Nintendo and had already beaten Tetris to the end. Twice. Wasn't my life supposed to be better than this? I was getting stoned regularly and going to Plantation. I didn't see Mark much but I almost always saw Greg. He was friendlier than usual one night and wanted to chat. "You still single?" It was none of his business, but I needed a friend. "Yeah. How's Mark?" "I don't see him much these days." "I thought he and I would be a good match -- but he's all weird when we talk." "Don't worry 'bout it. You're too good for him. He's into older guys with facial hair." Well, fuck -- I couldn't grow a beard to save my life. It's probably lucky my parents weren't Mennonites. "Oh." "I can introduce you to people. I'm a big bar slut and know everybody. You're cute -- maybe too innocent, but still cute." "I'm not that innocent, Greg. But thanks." He grinned at me and led me down to the basement level where those leather guys were. Ugh. I guess I'd be single through the end of the year. It wasn't as unfriendly as I remember. I guess just being with Greg was like my ticket to join their world. Or maybe it was the leather bomber jacket I'd treated myself to. "I don't see anybody good enough for you tonight." Was he kidding? Just trying to be nice? Flirting??? "I'm not all that great, Greg." "I think you are." It was his roommate I was interested in, but you know it goes with beggars trying to be choosers. He wasn't so bad. Reddish brown hair, facial scruff that was pretty patchy. He wasn't quite as tall as Mark, but I wouldn't mind kissing that mouth. Just as we were about to maybe kiss -- one of his buddies interrupted - "Greg! You gotta come upstairs -- there's a fight! I think the cops are gonna come!" I'd seen the other guy here many times. I remember somebody telling me he was a thief. He'd come home with somebody and steal shit. I was pointedly not invited to join them as they raced away. Alone again....naturally. I saw Mark lurking in the corner. O bought two shots and took him one. "Hey, Stranger. I hear there's a fight upstairs." "It's already over." "Oh -- I got hired by Hallmark finally. I'm a writer in the humor department." "Cool. That makes you a catch. Good job, status. You're the whole package now." But obviously still not for him. I should go home and get really high while playing Mario Brothers. He took the shot but didn't bother to thank me for it. I needed a vaccine for my crush on him. He didn't want me, so why did I still want him? "Later." I bolted with what little dignity I had left. I ate at Denny's on Thanksgiving -- just so I could feel extra sorry for myself. Not bad. I even made a stop at the liquor store as a final 'fuck you' to the holiday. I got extra drunk and listened to the new New Order cassette I'd just bought. It was so, so good! I still love that group. It evokes a time and an emotion that will never happen for me again. Longing, hope, anticipation....I don't ever feel those things now. I made some friends at work. A lot of gay guys worked near there. I met one of them and we were almost sort of dating for a week or two. His thing was to have me kneel down in front of him as he ejaculated on my head and then rub his fingers through the jizz in my hair afterwards. Was that a thing? He was obsessed with my hair. We kind of fizzled out as a couple soon. I'd never date another person from work ever again. Too weird. Hell -- I'd just jack off every night. So much easier. I actually made it through Christmas without sinking completely into self-pity. But.BUT, New Year's Eve was coming -- and I needed to find someone, anyone. I needed a kiss at midnight just once. The Winter was especially cruel that month. The worst ice storm in history was heading our way. Of course. The perfect end to a very imperfect year. PART 2 December 30, 1989 Friday. Hardly anybody was at work. It was a Friday right before a holiday. I still had no plans yet. Fuck it. I'd find somebody at Plantation -- anybody would do. I'd suck whatever dick was there -- I'd even fuck without a rubber if I had to. Fuck safety, fuck shyness -- I'd dive into the first crotch I saw. I left early. The parking garage was empty. Just my lonesome. piece-of-shit car. The sky was getting ominous and the wind had a certain dangerous, freezing smell. I stopped at the bar before happy hour had even officially began. The bartender was a Falcon Video come to life. Muscular, mustache and mostly silent. He was friendlier than usual and gave me happy hour prices on my beer. Maybe he knew the storm was coming and he wouldn't be hauling in big tips tonight. He looked like a complete boss top, but I found out later that he was a total bottom that moved to Florida to live with some doctor. Still nice to look at. I scanned the bar for a dick, any dick to bring home before the storm. Looks and age didn't matter anymore. Oh, Jesus -- there was Mark. He'd found somebody already. A big guy with a salt and pepper beard and weighing about 350 pounds. Yeah...I'd never be his type. Not for a decade at least. And a strict diet of french fries. And probably a fake beard too. The super-hunk bartender tapped me on the shoulder. ''Hey, cutie -- it's starting to rain ice out there. You best get home." He handed me a free shot and a card with his number on it, Cool! His name was Thomas. I left feeling a little hopeful. I knew better than to fall for a bartender -- but, hey, I had to give it shot. Maybe the storm would pass and maybe the temperature would get warmer and maybe, maybe , maybe. Maybe I'd resolve to start being more optimistic in 1990....starting now. Right now. No, really...NOW. No sooner had I decided that when I slipped on the icy sidewalk and landed hard on my ass. This was going to be worse than I thought. Shit. The short drive home was definitely going to be treacherous. My dad used to be an expert at driving in bad weather, but I'd never paid attention to anything he ever said or did. I hated him. It took almost 40 minutes to drive seven blocks. I made it safely despite the multiple fender-benders and the slow as hell salt trucks ahead of me. The doorman let me in. "Hope you got food stored - this is going to be a bad storm." He was a geeky blonde college kid who I'd seen play Risk -- by himself. I wasn't sure if he lived in the building or not. "You live far from here?" "No. Like four blocks away, with my girlfriend. I just walk." Oh. OK. I wondered how many gay residents here had hit on him. Probably more than a few was my guess because he pulled that girlfriend story out right away. Whatever. Looks like I'd be trapped here for the weekend. I guess I could always just start knocking on doors. 'Hey. Want a blow job?' At least we hadn't lost power yet. I had almost a half ounce of weed, a twelve pack of beer and the Nintendo. I thought of my dad who lived still lived in the same house I grew up in. He'd be in the dark already if the same storm had hit there. I needed to eat something. I'd start with stuff from the freezer first in case the power did go out first eventually. Something so sad about a sexless single guy eating frozen pizza four nights a week. SIGH. Forty minutes later and I was playing video games with the AM news station. At least, back then. it wasn't constant right wing hate 24 hours a day. Man, I hoped Bill Clinton would really become the next president. I thought he was kind of sexy. "Authorities are advising people to stay off the streets and highways. If you're stuck in traffic right now--please be patient. We're getting some initial reports power outages in outlying areas. Keep it here on 790 for more on Ice Storm '89." Wow. It already had a name and everything. Even from seven floors up, I could hear tires spinning uselessly on the icy avenue. Poor bastards. I needed to get stoned. For a bit of college nostalgia, I made a makeshift pipe from an empty aluminum can. It's easy. I got a a decent buzz quickly. Time for headphones and tunes! It was a normal Friday night for me after all. Tomorrow was New Year's Eve and I could wait until then to get good and depressed. I was getting really into old Pink Floyd these days and thought "Wish You Were Here" was just about the most perfect thing I'd ever listened to. Every song seemed personal to me back then. It was like being a teenager when you let the Top 40 act as your diary. I became 13 right when rock was fading and New Wave was hitting the airwaves. Let the whole world freeze over now, I didn't care anymore. At some point I woke up feeling super hungry. It was 11 at night. I sat in the kitchen and ate two Snickers bars from the freezer. Then I opened a cold beer and sat at the kitchen table where the phone was being so obviously silent. No messages. No nobody. I needed to call around and see if I could find some company. I figured Thomas was still working or stuck somewhere, but I called anyway. No answer. I looked in the silverware drawer, under the tray where I'd kept phone numbers from random hookups. I tried to remember the faces that went with the names. They all had dicks worth sucking. Who was that one guy, that flight attendant who wanted to fuck me? I just had never done that. Even if I had an actual vagina back there, it just seemed too invasive, too dangerous. It also felt 'weak'. Like I'd be giving up too much. Fuck it. If I could come across a dick tonight, I'd let it do whatever it wanted. Some of them were different area codes -- had to rule those out. Mark! Maybe he'd be done with his new Santa guy by now. I waited until I'd opened my third beer before I finally called his number. Greg. "Hello?" "Hi, Greg. It's Glen. Is Mark there?" "No. Do you know where he is?" "Nope." Idiot. Why would I call if I knew where he was already? "I'm getting worried. I wrecked on Prairie Drive. Nothing major. I just hit a fence outside that Korean church. No tow trucks or cops gonna come in this weather." "Well, I'm glad you made it home safe." "Yeah. I am just now thawing out. What are you doing?" "Not much. Got a little stoned and listened to music. I was going to watch "Up All Night" on USA. It's always something terrible but funny." "Cool. The dogs are so nervous. They hate storms and they hate it when both of us aren't home." "I haven't even looked outside. Is it still coming down?" "I think it's stopped, but the damage is done. Ain't nobody going nowhere tonight." "Well. I haven't got any plans for the weekend. So I'll let the city figure it out. Hey - did you sell all the puppies already?" "Sure did. Got 200 bucks apiece." "I bet they were cute." "Yeah. It broke my heart every time I sold one. There should be a new litter by Spring. Want one?" "Maybe. I started a new job at Hallmark and should be moving to a bigger place some day." "Congratulations! That's so cool." "Yeah. I like it a lot there." "It's nice talking with you, I wish you were here now, I want to be with you," The same thought had been going through my mind. "Same here, Greg. Your house is only a few blocks away. I can't drive, but I could always walk." "OK. That'd be great. If you walk on the grass, it's not so bad. Just be careful crossing the street." "You got any beer?" "No. Nothing. You got some?" "Sure. Give me about 30 minutes." "Bye." CLICK I couldn't believe I was so horny that I'd walk on pure ice to get some cock, some cum. From a guy who'd never commit to anything long-term. He had a needy boner just like I did. I'd taken a few photography classes in art school and some relative had given me a nice leather camera bag. It was big enough to put eight cans of beer in -- if you left the camera and equipment out. I also put two cans in each of my coat pockets too. I also rolled a picture-perfect joint and took that too. I was so glad we hadn't lost electricity in the neighborhood. As I walked through the lobby I saw the dumb-ass doorman playing Yahtzee with himself. "You're not driving in this, are you?" "Nah. I'm just going to get some photos of the storm damage." I pointed to my camera bag as if there was a camera in it. "Make sure you have your keys. I might not be here when you get back." "Got 'em." Jerk "Well, be careful." I didn't even answer that as I walked outside and felt the arctic air wash over me. It was cleanest, purest atmosphere you could ever hope to breathe. Greg was right: the sidewalks were not safe to tread upon. I walked o the crunchy grass before I had to cross the avenue. I didn't own any shoes with tread made for this weather. I just slid diagonally over to Greg's street like I was riding a surfboard. I only fell once. The steps up to Greg's house were tricky, but I managed to crawl up them like a panther on the prowl. His porch light was already on. Greg answered the door wearing only pajama bottoms, socks and a bathrobe. Cool. There'd be sex!! "How is it out there?" "You gotta be careful but it's not too bad walking." "Come sit down, get warm." I took off my coat and put down the camera bag. He already had the heat turned up pretty high. There was no TV in the living room -- I'd never seen such a thing. He had a boom box which was set on some bubblegum pop station I never listened to. 94.6 FM. So I guess we were going to have to fill the time making conversation. "So have you been, Greg?" "Not so bad -- until tonight. I didn't really mess up the car too bad. I only have liability insurance, but I guess I don't have to worry about paying the church for damage to their fence. " It was so warm in here. "Want a beer?" "Hell yeah!" I opened my camera bag and opened two of them out for us. Still cold. I thought I drained beers fast, but Greg swallowed almost all of his before I'd even opened mine. That gave me yet another excuse to drink a lot, quickly. "How are the dogs?" "They spend Winters at my brother's farm in Texas. It's warmer there." We opened more beers, "Is that where you're from? Texas?" "Yeah. You can't tell by the accent? Where are you from?" "Oklahoma." "Wow. You sound like you're from Chicago or somewhere like that." "I've tried my whole life to lose any trace of how my dad talked." Greg nodded. I guess most of us had shitty relationships with our dads. "You're tense. Why?" "I'm not. I'm just....I'm not tense." I was more horny than tense. He had very hairy legs. I couldn't stop looking at them. Oh hell -- I found the joint I'd brought and held it up. "Care to partake?" "Wow. You are a great guest! I would have never guessed you smoked." So we shared the weed and I moved down to the floor (I've always been more comfortable on the floor). Maybe I'd get glimpse up his robe -- not that he wouldn't have just let me open it and get a good look. "Look -- I'm sorry you and Mark didn't work out. He's a flake, man. If I had a guy like you interested in me -- I'd be over the moon!" I was starting to not mind the music so much. Madonna's "Like a Prayer" was on and I loved that song. "Thanks. Did you ever see the Pepsi commercial with Madonna in it? I only saw it once before they pulled it." "No. The video is weird."We finished the joint. And I opened more beers for us while he lit a cigarette. "Want one?" Sure - what the hell? He handed me the one directly from his perfect lips. I kept looking at his long, thick fingers. (also hairy) "You have great hands, Greg." "Yeah? Talk to me about those hands." His voice got deeper. I grabbed his hand -- and slowly sucked each finger. I didn't even know I was into hands until now. "You have manly hands. Big knuckles, I just really like them." "Nice. What do you like to do?" "I pretty much just like to suck dick." Did I really say that out loud? I was fucked up! Shit. "Well...that's a place to start..." He opened his robe and I saw his dick was already hard. It was an usual specimen.,,tiny head and a shaft that quickly got fatter as it went down to the base. Like, WAY fatter. "You like this?" I didn't even bother to answer. A hard dick was inches away and I put my mouth on it immediately. DAMN! I needed this badly. I sucked and sucked until I wore both of us out. "Whoa -- take a break for a minute." I needed to pee anyway. "Where's your bathroom?" He pointed in a general direction as he lit another cigarette. I found it and closed the door. I'm ashamed to admit that I always snooped in other people's medicine cabinets when I used their bathrooms. Good God! The whole thing was full of prescription bottles. Nearly half were for Greg, the other half for Mark. Fuck! AIDS? Right? Fuck! Wait, wait...maybe they just both had allergies really bad. But in the middle of Winter? Dammit -- I'd pretend I never saw all that shit. I just peed and left. I didn't see anything. Nothing. Greg was stroking his boner. "Take off your clothes already!" I did. Even the socks. He was just in his socks but soon peeled those off too. We were completely nude together. I had a stiffy that just wouldn't go down. "You sucked me so good -- I need some lotion on my dick." "Sorry." "Don't be sorry -- just follow me. I got some special lotion you can put on it for me." I was in a trance just watching the tiny, round butt attached to his long lean backside. His bed was perfectly made and there was a small nightlight on an outlet near the floor. He already had a tube of "lotion" uncapped on the nightstand. It was very obviously lube. Butt sex lube. OK. I knew this was day was coming. I was going to have to take it up my butt. Life is full of doors. The doors to sorrow are numerous and always open, but the there are very few doors leading to joy. I finally found one and couldn't turn back now. I went through that door and flopped on the bed. As my eyes adjusted to the dim light, I saw that the headboard was this weird imitation leather and there were two wrist straps attached on the sides. OK. This guy was hardcore. We were both naked and both very hard. I was on my back. He sat on my chest with his bare ass. "You want one last taste before I put the lube on?" Yes. I wanted him to fuck my face and gag me with that fat, pointy dick. He pretty much did just that. I gulped and only gagged a little once. He was really going to town, but pulled away just as it sounded like he was going to cum. "Stop!" His sweat was dripping all over me. "Did you bring a condom with you?" "No. I had no idea it would get this far." "Well...I will try to pull out before I nut." He put a generous amount of lube on his cock and a little bit on my asshole which I worked in with a finger. I was about to let a guy with a tons of prescription bottles enter me with no latex covering his dick. So be it. "I don't have the greatest luck" "I want you, Greg. ALL of you." He put my wrists through the straps, hoisted my legs over his shoulders. "Can you turn a little more light on? I want to see you." He had to stretch to reach a little table lamp. It was a very low wattage but at least I could see more of him. He was not a particularly handsome man, but he looked like an angel in this lighting. I wanted him to kiss me, but he was so horny that he wanted to fuck. And so it began -- He worked that tiny head in and it barely hurt. It wasn't until he pushed the fat shaft further that I had decided to change my mind. "NO!" I could barely handle it. "NO! STOP!" "Shh. Just a little bit more. It'll get better. Just hang on." I'd asked for this. As I got used to his cock inside me, it felt better...much better. It wasn't like I could push him off of me anyway. That helplessness helped me enjoy the throbbing waves of pleasure radiating from my inner rectum. My whole body was shaking and that seemed to really get him enthused. My complaints had turned to moans. "Fuck I'm gonna cum." "Don't pull out, Greg. Get me pregnant." "You sure?....ahhhh...DAMN! Here you go, man!" I felt so gypped that I couldn't feel the spurts go into my guts. The mental image was enough, I guess. He fell on top of me and started sucking on my neck hard. He was leaving a hickey for sure. I couldn't stop him. He was so sweaty and had a certain smell that wasn't quite B.O -- but close. Greg was exhausted. He undid my straps and flopped down next to me, breathing heavily. He was asleep within five minutes while I just wanted to go home. I mean, he'd already told me he was a bar slut and couldn't be tied down. I knew I'd just had very risky sex and would probably need to get tested in a few weeks. I had a good medical plan, but it wouldn't kick in until next month. I was told I would not be covered if I was injured jumping out of an airplane. That's pretty much what I'd done. I'd landed safely --but in a nest of scorpions. I went to the living room and got dressed. I knew it was rude to take the rest of my beer with me. You're supposed to leave it with the host, but this probably wouldn't happen again anytime soon. I sat on his couch and drank one of them as fast as I could. I also grabbed his pack of cigarettes, lit one and put it in my coat pocket. Double rude. I could hear Greg snoring from here. It was still icy as fuck outside. Like I even cared now. At this point, even falling and breaking all my teeth out would be OK compared to what I'd just done. What I'd just done to myself. It was a weird sensation to be out at this hour and not see a single car on the streets. Just the haunted sound of Northern wind and crackling, snapping branches. It was the sound of tiny bones breaking. Yep - the doorman was gone by the time I got to my building. I fished out my keys and my hands were numb (I seriously needed to buy some gloves). The power was still working. Miracle. The phone was ringing as I got in the door. Greg? Thomas? I rushed to the kitchen and answered. "Hi." Its was Gretel -- my old high school friend. The first person I came out to. The oven on my clock said 1:10 AM. She rarely called me and never this late. "What's up." "I saw you guys had a big ice storm down there. It was on the news even." "Yeah. It's something else alright. No parties tomorrow night." "Remember that one New Years Eve when we drove around until we found somewhere that would sell us beer? It didn't take long." "It was smart of us to let you go in alone. That guy was so in love with you." "They're called 'tits', Glen." She'd only bought a six-pack but it was enough to make us sick. We were amateurs. I'd gone on to college while she stayed behind for some guy who ended up dumping her when she told him she wanted a baby. She'd only ever planned to be a wife and a mother. "What have you been up to, Gretel?" 'Well..." I knew what she was about to tell me. "I'm pregnant." "Funny. So am I." END
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There was a LGBT Pride festival this weekend, so my husband and I and one of our friends went to the parade. Naturally, these festivals usually have after parties, so of course we ended up at the club. At first it was very empty, but as there were two dollar drinks on sale so of course I had to have several. The evening opened with a long island iced tea, but one turned into two, two turned into three, and three turned into four. Oh, and four quickly turned into seven. Needless to say I was drunk as fuck. The morning before we left the hotel my husband had fucked me, breeding my hole nice and deep, and as I expected the day would be fun, I definitely didn't want to prematurely loose his load. I also needed to advertise myself, so before leaving for the parade I slid on a cock ring. Naturally I also skipped underwear, which left my cock printed through the front of my shorts. I knew it was visible but I wanted everyone to see it, especially one of the hairy daddies with whom I'm in heat, and who I expected to be at the parade. Being drunk at a gay bar made me feel extra slutty, and when my friend and my husband was pre-occupied, I decided it was time to walk around and look to see what action I can get into. A couple of guys were seemingly interested, but not enough to follow through. I walked through two rooms, each containing a sling, but no one was waiting to fuck. I figured I'd circle back later to see if the activity picked-up. A few rounds later I found myself increasingly impatient: there was still nothing going on in the slings, and I really, really wanted to fuck. Fortunately two doorways down the hall I found a door which was open. The man inside the room was in his 50s. Sensing he wanted to play really really badly, I stepped up to the doorway and made introductory small small talk, graduating to asking if he wanted to play. "Hell, yes," he replied, gesturing for me to enter his room. By the time the door was closed I was on my knees, taking his cock into my hungry mouth. He moaned and pushed it deep down my throat. His cock, which was about six and a half inches, cut, was just the right size. When he offered his poppers I accepted gratefully, taking a couple deep hits and holding them in my lungs for as long as I could, heart beating ever faster as he became more aggressive in pumping into my mouth. Several minutes into our session he withdrew from my mouth, and bent over, offering me his ass. As I rimmed his hole he took several deep hits of poppers, with the consequence his hole opened up quite nicely, enabling me to push my tongue deep inside, at which point I could taste the cum from another man. Asking him about the load, he replied he had been fucked earlier by two guys, and each had blown his load inside. I continued working his ass for several minutes, lost in the spell of his hole (and the poppers). Getting to my feet, I aligned my cock, and abruptly shoved my cock into his ass. He grunted in genuine discomfort, but I wasn't going to stop, so I recommended he take some additional hits of poppers, which he did. To further distract him from the pain I reached under his body, found his tits and worked his nipples, fucking his used hole hard. Apparently the pain was diminishing 'cause his at this point he was only whimpering, and at one level that was good as I could easily have continued fucking him until I came, but I also wanted to be fucked, so I withdrew, took some huffs and aligned my ass so his cock could slide right in. He banged me like a two bit whore, and I was in heaven, especially when he announced "I'm gonna cum" only for his cock to pulsate, and a warm, slick wetness to fill my hole. He had definitely bred me. Pulling out, he went to work on my cock as we both huffed the poppers. Apparently I shot a big load, as with my third volley of cum he began gagging, and tears were streaming down his face. But I didn’t care. He had used my ass and now I was using his throat. He swallowed my sperm and then made to kiss me, but really wasn't interested in prolonging the session. Instead I simply pulled-up my pants and left. When I met my husband and our friend I was still high on poppers. Upon getting back to the hotel, my husband smelling the cum, started to feel my hole, knowing that I was bred, he wanted to fuck. He made me bend over and drop my shorts, then ruggedly pushed Into my hole. "No more poppers for you," he said, adding "I want your hole wrapped around my cock." Our friend was standing on the sidelines, watching us, so I gestured for him to join us. He presented his cock for me to suck. I took his cock into my mouth and he must have been really horny as, within two minutes he announced he was about to cum. I gestured for him to slip into my ass, and he did so, cumming quickly. All the while my husband was feeling me his cock. After our friend came, my husband he he changed places, and my husband drumped his load into my hole. This was the best Pride ever.
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It was the winter after I turned 18 when, right before Christmas, I came down with the flu. I dreaded going to the doctor, but my Mom insisted, getting me an appointment on a late Friday afternoon. She was supposed to drive me there, but she telephoned, saying she couldn't get off of work. So somehow I drove myself. A little bit about me. I'm 5' 6" and weigh maybe 145 pounds. Blonde hair that's just about shoulder length. And hazel eyes. Being small older men loved me but none had fucked me yet because they didn't believe I was 18. So off I go to the doctor. I had scarcely walked through the door of the doctor's office when a wave of something hit me - leaving me feeling like shit. Even so there was paperwork to complete, so by the time the nurse came to lead me back to the examination room to get my vitals, the waiting room was empty. After the nurse had taken my blood pressure, temperature, and other routine tests, she remarked "The doctor will be with you shortly." Perhaps five minutes later HE walked in. Dr. William Bell. Six feet, seven inches and perfectly lean, salt and pepper hair. In his mid 50's. My type of man. I was hard instantly. Dr. Bell told the nurse she could go ahead, that he would lock-up, Dr. Bell and I chatted for several minutes until the nurse left and Dr. Bell asked me to undress to check for any abnormalities. I was slightly embarrassed because my cock was hard and I was leaking precum. Dr. Bell didn't pay any attention as his hands poked and prodded at my body. Dr. Bell then had me lay back on the bed and put my feet in the stirrups so he could check my prostrate. I thought that was kind of strange considering anybody could tell I had the flu. But he was a doctor so - well, whatever. I felt somewhat vulnerable given my ass was exposed, but at the same time I was still turned-on. Dr. Bell then startled me, asking if I had ever had anything in my ass. "No," I replied. He responded with a big smile as he murmurred "Just relax," inserting his index finger into my ass. I was so excited and nervous that I didn't notice Dr. Bell hadn't pulled-on a glove on to check my prostrate. As his finger entered my ass my load exploded. I was beyond embarrased, but to my surprise Dr. Bell didn't remove his finger, but rather inserted a second finger. He then scooped up my cum and fed it to me. Before long I was hard again and moaning like a bitch in heat. I noticed a couple of times what felt like him scratching inside my ass. It hurt slightly but the pleasure was far greater than the pain. After a few minutes Dr. Bell inserted a third finger in my ass really opening me up. After Dr. Bell had my ass where he wanted he lowered his pants. I nearly fainted at the size of his cock. It was a full nine inches long and as thick as a coke bottle. I also noticed a scorpion tattoo but I didn't know what it meant. He told me he was going to really destroy my immune system. Positioning himself at the foot of the bed, his cock aligned with my ass, and for better or worse before I could object to the prospects of that monster entering my ass, Dr. Bell shoved his cock all the way into my hole. I all but fainted from the pain. When I came to Dr. Bell was fucking my ass with a steady, powerful rhythm. It started feeling really good and I didn't think about asking about a condom, reasoning to myself "After all he is a doctor so what could happen?" My own cock was now hard again and I was on the edge of having another orgasm. After a few more minutes Dr. Bell really picked up the pace and was fucking me like a man possessed, so it wasn't surprising when Dr Bell let out a growl and unloaded what felt like a gallon of cum in my ass. This sent me over the edge and I exploded all over my chest. Kissing me hard, Dr Bell said "In two weeks I want to see you again." He also inserted a butt plug in my ass saying he said he would call me when it was time to remove it. Oh, by the way, Dr. Bell did indeed write me out a prescription to combat the flu. He also said "Welcome to the club," but didn't elaborate. Nearly two weeks have passed since I saw Dr. Bell, and I am still down with the flu. I can't wait to see Dr. Bell again and find out why.
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Part 1: I live in the outback where there is little to know action, so I decided to drive back to the city for a weeks holiday to visit family and friends. It's typically 2 full days drive but I thought I would try to space it out with a few stops in some of the bigger towns and see if I could grab a few loads from sexually frustrated locals. So I got up early and cleaned myself out and set off on the first day. It is just open road with not much else for the first 4hrs. I stopped off at a service station in the first major town. It was a major truck stop. But a bit old and run down. I filled up the car and checked out the scenery and there were a few trucks getting fuel. I am 42y/o only 5'7" tall, avg build but recently started powerlifting so I was beginning to fill out in the chest a bit more now and my squats were starting to firm up and round my arse out. I am naturally smooth except for balls and arse, and even their it is naturally fair and light. So I was wearing my footy shorts and a singlet with sneakers. I had decided to go commando with no underwear. I didn't want anything getting in the way of a quick fuck and load. After filling up the car I drove over to the parking section to enjoy a soft drink and a smoke before heading on. There were a couple of trucks parked nearby, but I couldn't see anyone around. As I was finishing my smoke a tall guy in his 40's climbed out of his truck and proceeded to light up a smoke and stand next to the door of his truck. He was about 3 car lengths away. He was about 6' tall and short blonde hair with a dirty blonde short beard. Wearing work shorts and a singlet. I could see the tuft of dirty blonde hair sticking out of the top of his singlet and I almost got an instant boner. I love hairy guys but hairy blonde guys send me over the edge. I had to adjust my stance slightly as I got hard fast when I saw the blonde hairy chest. I lit up another smoke thinking another few minutes of perving couldn't hurt. Then he caught my glance and instinctively he nodded a hello from the distance. I nodded back and probably blushed. I guess he saw I got a bit flustered and maybe me trying to hide my boner. After a few minutes I swear his crotch got bigger. He adjusted himself a few times and I think he caught me looking and he just smiled. I couldn't handle it anymore so I went to the rest rooms which only had one urinal and two stalls. I had to jack off a load before continuing the drive and I wanted to do it while I had his perfect blonde form still fresh in my mind. I shut the stall door behind me and sat down with my hard 6' cock out and started to jack off to his mental picture when I heard someone else come in and take the stall next to me. So I stopped for a minute and tried to be more discreet. About 30 seconds passed and couldn't hear much going on next to me other than a shuffle of some paper. Then a note came under the stall wall. I grabbed it and it read: "Hope you enjoyed the view outside. I have another 8hr drive and would prefer not to do it with my balls full. If you keen, unlock your stall door and slide this back. If not, just leave and pretend you never saw this." FUCK YEAH! I thought. Then I realised I had no condoms, and no lube. Fuck it I thought. Blonde hairy and balls full is all I needed. I unlocked my stall door and slid the note back under the stall. Immediately I heard the deep chuckle and a "yeah". I stand up with my short still around my ankles and my cock hard dripping large amounts of pre-cum. He walks in quickly and shuts the door behind him. He stands there and looks at me with a devils grin on his face. He grabs me and kisses me hard. I feel his tongue exploring my mouth like I've never had before and I am doing all I can to not cum there and then with no hands. In between kisses I say I haven't got any condoms or lube and he just stands there and licks his lips with that evil grin. I am almost breathless at his form and beautifully rough blonde beard and lips. Being kissed by that beard was pure heaven. He had me and I think he knew it. He kisses me again for a few minutes and it is like the world just doesn't exist. He is still fully dressed and his cock is literally bursting to get out of his shorts as I feel it rub against my exposed cock. And I can tell it's big. He leans back standing up straight. There is a wet patch on his shorts around the bulge of his huge cock and I can't tell if it is my pre-cum or his. He say's "Man I got a 5 day load in these balls that just has to get out. But I never use rubbers. If I am gunna fuck you it will be all natural." There is a glint in his eyes and I am literally going weak at the knees. Without any hesitation and almost in a trance I say "I want it". Then without another word he lifts his singlet back over his head hooking it behind his head and simply stands there and says "you still want it?" He is avg build, but essentially has a nice flat stomach which is unusual from what I have seen for most truckers. I run my hands though the dirty blonde hair that is all across his chest and it trails down to a nice hairy snail trail that disappears behind the top of his shorts that are about to rip from the pressure of his huge cock trying to escape. And there just above the top of his shorts on the right side is a small biohazard tattoo. In one of the few hairless spots. I feel his skin and run my hands over the tattoo and I look up at him. He licks his lips again and I can smell the smell of cigarettes and a real man on him. He leans in and kisses me again with my hand still on his tattoo, and as he breaks the kiss this time I give in and I say "Fuck yeah I want it". He kisses me again and then pulls his own shorts down and a thick 8" cock bounces out and it is already wet with precum. He says he isn't kidding, it's a good 5 day load and it will probably be quick. He really needs to blow. Again, all I say is "I want it". Another deep kiss and then he turns me around and bends me over the toilet. I feel his wet cock head at my crack and then his hand on my cock. I can't handle it anymore and I shoot a load in and on his hand. He just says, "nice, cause I didn't have lube either". He rubs my cum all over is cock and he begins to push his mushroom head in. I feel the pop as his cock slides in with my cum on it. He stops about half way being the real gentleman he is and asks if I am ok. I am beyond words to describe how horny I am and what heaven I am in. Without any response I reach back and grab his arse and pull him into me balls deep and he just moans. "I'll take that as a yes". He only fucks me for a few minutes and I can hear his breath quicken. He is leaning in and kissing my neck and I can feel his gorgeous blonde beard on my neck. "Oh fuck" he says in my ear as he stands back up straight and pulls his cock almost all the way out before piston fucking me deep with one huge thrust and then he holds it there balls deep inside me as I hear him grunt and groan so loud I think someone outside is going to hear. I swear I can feel the jets of toxic cum hitting my insides with every pump. I am sure he continues to pump for almost as long as he fucked me. He stays deep inside me the whole time and continues to kiss my neck with the occasional spasms of his body as he injects every last drop inside me. A few minutes pass and he is still hard and still inside me. He whispers in my ear, "usually when it's been a while like this I can go more than once" he licks my ear and kisses my neck. I say "prove it". He stands up straight again, not once having taken his cock out of my arse since blasting his toxic load inside me. He slowly pulls back but not out and starts to fuck me again nice and slowly. I say "I know it may be tempting mate, but don't pull all the way out, I don't want to lose any of the first load." He laughs and says "now your the type of horny little pig my life has been missing". He begins to fuck again and this time he fucks for a solid 10 minutes before unloading his second load in me. Having never taken his cock out from after the first one. After the second load he slowly slides out giving my arse time to close around his cock head without losing a drop. He pulls his shorts up and tells me to do the same and turn around which I do. He then starts to kiss me again just as deep as the last one and there is electricity going through my body and my cock is already hard again. He steps back from me and I am running my hands though his hairy chest. And he says, "so you got time for a quick drink and a smoke?" And I say yes. (In reality if he said lets get a hotel room for the night I would have said yes). We stand next to his truck and chat and smoke. He is driving his truck through with work and he says he drives through in each direction every week. He usually stops here for a quick drink and piss, but he stays overnight each trip in each direction (once a week) in the next town. And I am almost too scared to ask in which direction, but I do. He says it is in the town I am staying in at the moment with my work. My heart skips a beat and I feel a slight wetness on my arse as a small drop of his cum drips down my leg. I tell him that's where I have been living with work for the past 6 months. He says he hasn't been able to find a partner because of the type of work he does, but would love a little pig like me. We exchange phone numbers and make plans for him to spend his return trip at my place. He grabs me and kisses me on the lips out in public. It is not a peck on the lips either, he kisses me like lovers do when they say goodbye. I go back to my car and he gets in his truck and we drive off in opposite directions. I get a text on my phone within the next 10 minutes. "Your a hot horny little pig. You saw my tattoo. I'm not on meds. If your not poz, you might be soon. Regardless, will you be my little piggy to fuck every time I come through?" I respond "I'm neg, for now. But I don't care. I want your DNA inside me and if I convert it will mean so much to me to know it's your baby inside me. If I don't convert then we can try every week until I do. When I do, I am yours to own". Stay tuned for part 2.
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GIFTED BY A GUEST! I’m Jimmy, 18, and on the varsity swim team at school. My older brother, Jeff, had this acquaintance named Chris that needed a place to stay. Apparently, he was HIV-positive and his parents had tossed him out. He was gonna stay with us until a bed in the local shelter opened up. The thing is…the only spare bed in the house is in MY room, so he got to sleep with me. I remember…as I was getting undressed for bed, he was staring at me kinda funny…like a wolf looks at a lamb! I woke up suddenly! My bedclothes had been pulled down and this guy was tugging off the briefs that I sleep in. I jerked upright. I blurted, “What in the fuck are you…?” He clamped a hand over my mouth and pushed me back flat on the mattress. “I’m sorry!” he hissed. “I just GOTTA do this! I’m SO FUCKING HORNY. Ever since I saw you get undressed, I just KNEW that I had to have you.” He stuffed my briefs into my mouth and his hands roamed my body, stroking and kneading my flesh. I didn’t really know what to do, so I just lay there. “Fucking SWEET,” he breathed! His mouth descended on first one nipple and then the other. I couldn’t help but feel turned on. He moved down my chest and belly until his lips grazed my cock! Naturally, my dick began to swell. Chris took it in his mouth and brought me to full erection. Chris looked up at me and grinned. “Now comes the GOOD PART!” Gifted by a Guest! He placed his hands under my knees and hoisted them up, pushing them back toward my chest. His face dove into my exposed hole and his tongue did wonderful things, making me moan & squirm. He crawled up between my legs, forcing them apart, until I could feel the head of his cock poking at the entrance to my hole. It felt wet and slippery so he must have been leaking quite a lot of pre-cum. He gazed in my eyes and said, “I can’t wait any longer. Just relax, Baby! You’re gonna love it!” He pulled the underwear from my mouth and began kissing me passionately. He hunched his hips once, twice, then three time and he was all the way inside me. I could only look up at him questioningly as his dick began a slow piston motion…in and out…in and out. He crooned in my ear, “It’s gonna be OK, Baby! This is gonna be the best fuck you ever get!” With that, he settled into a steady fuck pace for a while and I got lost in the rhythm of his stroking and the hushed sounds of two men in heat! I had accepted my fate and was just enjoying the myriad sensations coming from my first poz fuck. Eventually, all good things come to an end, and so Chris shifted gear, picked up his speed and soon was gasping, “I’m gonna cum! I’M GONNA CUM!!!” I got scared and cautioned him, “Quiet! You’re gonna wake the house up!” I grabbed a pillow and held it in front of his face. His hips locked against me ass and he yelled triumphantly into the pillow, “YES!!!” He bucked repeatedly and then collapsed on top of me, exhausted. At some point I must have shot my load, too, because there was a wet patch of sticky sperm between us on our bellies. My eyes filled with tears as I thought, “What have I done? How did I let this happen to me?” Chris looked down at me and said, Thanks, Baby! That was GREAT! I really needed to do that!” I noticed that, in addition to being dismayed by the events, I had been turned on. So much so that wondered if this might happen again. Chris must have been reading my thoughts, for he said, “Tonight we can take our time, Baby! How does a long, slow poz fuck sound to you?”
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I recently went of PreP to give my body a bit of a break and had planned to be good for the time until I went back on it. There wasn't much happening where I was, so I thought it should be pretty easy to behave. But I am a cum hungry bottom slut that when faced with an opportunity just can't say no. A work trip to a main city came up quite suddenly and there was no time to start PreP again. I knew I wasn't going to be able to control myself. When I am horny and an opportunity arises there isn't enough cock or cum in the world to satisfy this bottom. I'm 38 and a modest 5'7" tall with an average to athletic build with a naturally smooth body (except below). I looked up the personals and found a hot guy looking to practice his massage on guys. So I booked him in for 7pm with my fingers crossed I would get more than a happy ending. On the day I ended up finishing work early so thought I would post a random add on Grindr to see if I could get a load before the massage. One guy answered and said he was a tradie not far from me and that he was just finishing work and could do with losing a load. I gave him the address and he asked if I wanted to discuss status. I said not at all. I prefer not to know until the end at least. He said he had to be somewhere in an hour so it would only be a pump and dump. I told him, once I open the door I was his to do whatever he wanted. About 15 minutes later I hear a knock at the door. I've cleaned out and pre-lubed my hole as i expected this would be quick. I opened the door and this guy was in his early 40s, 6" tall with a solid V body wearing work boots, king gee work pants and a king gee singlet with a gorgeous tuft of blonde chest hair. The perfect tradie specimen. He had dirty blonde shoulder length curly hair and a 3 day growth of blonde/ginger beard. He pushes me back from the door and shuts it behind him with his foot and pins me up against the wall near the door and lays a rough hard kiss on me. I could smell the smoke on his body and taste the smoke on his breath. He was already hard as I felt his huge cock press against my cock as he kissed me. I reach down to try to undo his shorts and he grabs my hand and moves it away. He licks my ear and whispers "you don't touch or do anything - your mine". He kisses me hard again and then spins me around and lifts both my hands above my head and tells me they are not to move at all. He grinds his hard cock against my arse while we both still have our shorts on. He kisses my ear and then my neck and then bites me a couple of times on my neck. It hurts a little, but just send electricity through my body and I get hard almost instantly. He then says "today is the day you are really gunna get fucked". He pulls my shorts down to my knees so hard they almost rip. I hear him unbutton his shorts and I feel his huge cock head rub hard against my arse crack. It feels huge about 9 inches and thick. He says "you ready for this? cause I don't have long, so it will be hard and fast, but you'll get what you want I am sure of it". Without any further warning he presses his cock head into my arse about an inch and I feel it crack the first ring. I yelp with pain but at the same time am so turned on. He places his right hand over my mouth and he then says, "that's enough foreplay" and shove the rest in balls deep in one thrust. I almost pass out. Without any time to adjust he begins to piston fuck me against the wall with no hesitation. He does this for about 5 mins before saying "here it comes". He grunts loudly and thrusts 2-3 deep thrusts in me and I can feel the warmth of his cum coating my insides. Around the fourth thrust he holds it there balls deep inside me as he pumps his last drop of cum in me. I can feel his cock twitching inside me. He leans in and kisses my neck again and bites me again a few time as he holds his cock firmly inside me and then I feel his warm breath at my ear and he whispers "...that's it. Keep my toxic load in there. Let it take." He holds it there a few minutes as he continues to kiss and bite my neck and he is breathing deeply, and finally his cock goes soft and slides out. He tells me to stay that way until I hear the door close and within a few minutes he is gone. I am sore and so turned on all in the same moment. I know I have just taken my first toxic load and I am still hard at the thought of it. I decide to embrace the idea and I go to me suit case and grab my but plug and shove it in. I may as well roll with it I decide. Massage guy comes an hour later and in next story.
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Authors note: Usually I write from the bottoms perspective but I think I'm going to try from the top today. Hi. My name is Chris and I'm a gay 45 year old white male. For years I hid my sexuality until I just couldn't take it any longer. I was married with a kid but I craved cock. Getting cock was much easier than I realized. I would frequent the adult bookstore cruising for cock. I tried to play safe and found myself in a relationship with what I thought was a great guy. How wrong I was. He was very abusive so I started fucking around on him. I didn't play safe anymore and I loved it. One day this cute kid comes into the restaurant looking for a job. Immediately my cock twitched wanting to fuck this kid but I really wasn't sure if he was gay or not. The main manager hired the kid and I set out trying to fuck him. I flirted with him but in front of the ladies he played straight. Eventually he started hanging out at my place to get away from his parents. One evening at my place he confessed that he was gay and he wanted me to introduce him to the lifestyle. I said yes and started by just letting him suck my cock and balls. I didn't want to rush him into getting fucked yet. His mouth felt amazing. Josh was definitely born to suck cock. Although he would come over quite often and suck my cock I still felt the desire to be fucked myself. So I played around with other men to satisfy my desires. I always got fucked bareback because it just felt better. Then one night at work I get a phone call from one of the guys that fucked me. He told me he just tested poz and I needed to get tested myself. I freaked out. I went the next day and got tested. And yes I tested poz. And now I had a new mission. Josh is going to get fucked bareback by me whether he wants to or not.- 10 replies
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Outside of hookup sites, I am probably 99.99% oblivious to tops who fuck bears, tops who fuck bare and tops with poz cum wanting to do the other 2. This is about the .01% moment when it seemed to click for me in a non-hookup website. A week ago I finally knowingly took a raw poz cock, he was undetectable but we all start this path somewhere. I never once questioned doing it and I think that helped me really understand my role as a raw bottom whore. Anyway I think this liberation clued me into seeing the signs while out in the real world of those who also engage in hot bare times. Our house is much older and needs some efficiency upgrades and wife and I selected windows as our first upgrade to help cut our costs and stretch her money further. Though the cost of them AND the installation was pretty steep. I am a house husband so when time came for the windows to be installed I stuck around. Turned out the installation was subcontracted out and they only assigned one guy for the work. He was not very happy as it was a lot of windows. He was a 6' tall, semi fit, black guy and he mentioned that it would probably take 3 days to finish since he was the only one assigned. No big deal for us but I did feel for him. As he was unloading windows from his trailer and his shirt raised up in front I noticed what seemed like a biohazard tattoo. Since he was dark skinned and it was black inked I shook it off as wishful thinking and that it was probably a sun or star burst or something. He got to doing his work upstairs first and I surfed the web downstairs. At one point I realized I had not showered and figured oh well, just as I thought that he came downstairs for something and as he got closer to me he did a stretch and with a much better view the distinct biohazard tattoo was obvious. I shook inside, could I really make this happen? I took the moment to compliment his ink, which he appreciated, then I asked if it had any significance to him, as it seemed really bad ass to me. He smirked and I could tell he was going to skirt the truth, he said "Just that if you see this tattoo coming at you, you best be ready." I laughed to show him I was chill. He then went back upstairs and I started panting at the thought of seducing this guy and getting him to breed me in my bed. But would he on the job? I went upstairs with the idea of taking a shower, cleaning out, and forgetting he was there walking out nude on him. He was just finishing up in one room and I quickly jumped into my master bath before he could say anyting so as to keep the accident real. I wasted no time washing and took considerable effort to douche out deep. FInally I was done and when the water and fan were off I could hear he was in my bedroom working. I grabbed a towel but did not put on and just opened the door and walked out. No idea if I can act but he seemed genuinely surprised and lazily draped over me but made sure I never actually covered anything up. I apologized, thanked him for not freaking out too bad and said I was worried that I would have learned what it feels like to have that tattoo come at me. I noticed all the sweat glistening on his body and said maybe he should hop in the shower to cool off now as well. He laughed and said that his tattoo was not really a warning of harm and more like a beacon that once you engage it you will get on a path you will stay on forever and enjoy. My hole started twitching and my head started spinning trying to think of what to do next. I just wanted to grab him and tell him to ravage me but did not know if he liked bi married to a woman bears and did not want to have him narcing to my wife or worse quiting the job. PART 2 soon.
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Looking for some tops to breed me and turn me into the cum pig i want to be Extreamly kinky here really turned on by stealthing, rape and gangrape
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I was nervous about it but I was feeling horny and I knew I needed to do it. When I got there it was a seedy place but also really hot. Lots of naked guys, uninhibited, wanking, sucking and fucking each other in every other room. Just loads of faggots and tops having lots of sex. I was like a kid in the sweet shop! This was my first time at a sauna and I was so excited. At first I found a quiet spot and wanked off, watching a couple of guys suck each other. It was really horny and got me in the mood for something more adventurous. Then I explored the sauna for a while to watch other guys having sex and, after a while, I came across a couple of big hairy guys. Both over six foot tall with tattoos and both must have weighed over twenty stone. Both had bushy beards but one was bald and the other had long hair, tied back in a pony tail. It looked like one of them had been giving the other a blow job before I'd interrupted them. "What do we have here." Said the bald guy. "Looks like a little bitch that wants fucking. Do you want fucking bitch?" I nodded nervously. "We don't do condoms." Said the long-haired guy unapologetically. "Only bareback." "Are you poz?" Asked the other. "No, I've only done it safe before" I whispered. "We're both poz." Said the long-haired guy. "So when we fuck you, we'll poz you up. What do you think of that?" I immediately got a massive hard-on. I knew it was wrong but the idea of irresponsible, risky sex, was hot. The two guys looked me up and down and smiled knowing smiles. "Pathetic little subs like her have to do whatever she's told." Whispered the long haired guy to his friend. Then the bald guy with a beard nodded and smiled at his friend before barking out an order to me "Get on all fours faggot. We're gonna spit-roast fuck you so rough that both your holes will be sore for a week!" I meekly got on all fours and the long haired guy lubed up while the other hairy bear waved a gigantic 8 inch dick in front of my mouth. I took hold of his cock and guided it into my mouth and began to suck and take it deep throat. No sooner had I taken a couple of sucks that I felt the familiar sensation of a big dick penetrating my rim and the second large cock eased its way, bareback, deep inside me. "Take that poz dick bitch." Whispered the long haired guy in my ear. "Take it." Soon both big guys were groping and fucking me at both ends – their two big dicks ramming vigorously in and out like firm pistons, as I passively crouched down all fours taking it like a bitch. It felt great. And I didn't even need to wank myself as the big guy who was fucking me was groping and playing with my dick the whole time. All I had to do was stay there on all fours and take it. "This is so fucking hot! Let's poz up this bitch!" Moaned the long-haired guy as he rammed his dick deep inside me. "How d'you like being bred, bitch?" "We're gonna fill you so full of poz-cum you won't believe." Moaned the bald guy as I sucked him "You like that sub? You want that?" I stopped sucking for a moment and moaned "Yeah. I want it." Before taking his cock in my mouth once more. "Oh yeah you dirty little bitch, I bet you want it!" Moaned the long haired guy. "I've always wanted to poz up a pathetic little sub-fag like you. You're gonna get pregnant with our poz seed and give birth to our HIV baby! Fuck! This is so hot!" God it was hot! I knew it was so risky and fucked-up on so many level but it was such a turn on having two dicks inside me at once. I'd never thought of myself as a bug-chaser but it was so hot risking it bareback with two complete strangers I couldn't stop. I just moaned with pleasure as I sucked hard and felt my ass get pounded. I'd been so lost in getting spit roasted that I hadn't noticed what was happening around me. I happened to glance up after I'd been taking these guys dicks for about ten minutes to see another guy standing there watching whilst a boy was sucking him off. He wasn't just watching though. He was filming me on his phone getting spit-roasted! O god he was filming it all! I was so frightened but also found hugely thrilling. I gleefully carried on sucking and offering up my bum. A few more hot thrusts and my mouth was full of cum and not long after I could feel the other guy squirt his seed up my ass. I came of course, the mere thought of taking cum inside me at both ends made me cum in itself. There was cum everywhere. But they hadn't done with me yet. After a short rest they just swapped places and started fucking at the other hole. "Oh yeah! Let's breed the fuck out of this neg-bitch!" moaned the bald guy as he fucked my ass. All the while the other guy was still filming. They were both so turned on by bareback breeding a sub-neg bitch that they couldn't stop fucking me – they had to swap places for a third go at my holes before they were fully satisfied. The other guy filmed the whole thing. Afterwards the other guy said "God that was hot. I'm loading the video of it all up to a porn site. There's a lot of demand for bareback porn – especially fucked up bug-chaser shit. And that was some really hard-core stuff!" "Let me know the site, I'd love to watch it!" I moaned in ecstasy as the big hairy bear slid his cum and lube coated dick out of my ass for the last time. I was really turned on, it would be really hot for strangers to see me getting fucked by those two poz bears. I'd become a filthy bug-chasing slut and that was that – as long as it made me cum nothing else mattered. I couldn't wait to get diagnosed poz and wank off watching the video!
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Gripping the steering wheel and staring straight ahead into the darkness I muttered under my breath, "What are you doing here?" I had been parked for about ten minutes, trying not to draw attention to myself as shadowy figures walked around the car park, occasionally peering into vehicles hoping to get a show. I knew what went on here. Everyone did. This place had a reputation. Looking out to my left and away across the gravel I could just make out the block building of the toilets. Shapes moved in and out regularly and cars came and went as I waited. The headlights of the cars providing brief snippets that shaped my mental map. I knew it was popular but I never expected this much ... traffic. I knew I shouldn't be here but I just had to know. My girlfriend, ex-girlfriend, had said I was too distant and could never commit. She never knew about the late night stroke sessions, the times I was shooting loads to gay porn online. The chat rooms. The dildo I kept very, very secret. Now I was here ready to step over that imaginary line. Wasn't I? After a few more silent minutes, and being certain that no real movement had taken place during that time, I opened the car door. Stepping out I was glad for the moonless night. The darkness gave me confidence and, shutting the car, I strode across the stones. My crunching footfalls sounded thunderous to my ears as I approached that small brick building. I felt as though eyes were watching me from every darkened vehicle. My nervousness returned but my anticipation grew as the black doorway appeared in my vision. Standing before the pitch-black entranceway I strained my ears trying to gauge anything from within. It seemed like there was nothing, then a gasp, and a moan and then the unmistakable sound of flesh slapping against flesh. Even in the darkness I felt my face flush but I was driven forward by arousal. I stepped inside. I waited inside the doorway for a minute certain I was invisible. It was nearly complete darkness in there. Even after a minute I could only make out vague shapes. Stepping further inside slowly I realised the entrance was a corner that opened into a wider area. A long trough type urinal ran along one wall and a row of doors, all shut, were the cubicles. There was a smell in there. Stale urine, and fresher, plus sweat and..bleach? Not knowing any better I stepped up to the urinal as quietly as I could and kept on listening to the sounds coming from behind the doors. The rhythmic slapping and soft moans were turning me on so much, even if I couldn't see anything, the though that I was stood so close to someone fucking had me rock hard. I released my cock as I stood there and began stroking as I listened to whoever it was in that cubicle getting closer and closer to their climax. As my hand slid up and down my hardon I listened intently to the sounds of sex. My focus entirely on the passion taking place only a few feet away from me. It became my whole world for a few moments. So when a voice whispered from the darkness right behind me, "Seems like there's a lot of enjoyment to be had here." I think my heart actually stopped for a second. My hand froze on my cock and I think I was about to scurry out of that place when all decisions went away from me. I don't think I had another rational thought for the rest of that night. An arm reached around me and rough, manly, thick fingers grasped my still hard cock, gently if steadily wanking me. I moaned and leaned back, the only response I was capable of. "Fuck, you're a keen one!" The voice whispered right in my ear making me shiver as his hand kept steadily pumping away at my prick. His other arm worked its way up inside my t-shirt and his rough hands started rubbing over my nipples. I couldn't begin to gather my wits. I was loving finally letting go even though a distant voice in my head said to calm it down. The pleasure I was feeling in this near total dark was the most I had ever experienced. My hips were pumping in time with this strangers stroking and I was gasping in pleasure. All of a sudden he gripped my cock hard. Squeezing me tight. I was on edge and he must have felt it. "Not so fast." It was spoken like a command right into my ear, "We don't want you going off the boil so quickly." I groaned in frustration. I was so close to spraying my cum and had just been denied. Wasn't that why I came here? My cock throbbed in his hand as he squeezed and gently rubbed me. "Oh fuck!" I moaned out loud realising his intentions: to keep me on edge, to keep me going, keep me willing. Up until now my hands had hung limply by my sides. I had pretty much given up motor function to this man behind me. This voice that had taken me over within seconds of revealing itself to me. As he kept up his ministrations to my cock with one hand the other was withdrawn from under my t-shirt and he grabbed my wrist. Pulling my arm behind me he guided my hand until I felt heat and then flesh. Thick, solid flesh. The first cock, besides my own, I had felt and it didn't disappoint. I don't know if it was the darkness focusing my attention but to my mind this dick was huge. Certainly bigger than mine and oh so solid. My fingers felt along the hot, hard length from balls to the flared tip and I was rewarded with a groan in my ear. I wrapped my hand around and started stroking wanting to return some of the pleasure I had been given. This man in the dark then guided my other hand to the wall in front of me and pressed my hand against the rough brick. In doing so he was pressing himself more firmly against me. I kept working his cock as best as I could while he, satisfied I wouldn't move from him, let go of my hand and I felt him completely undo my jeans and push them down. Even in the dark I felt suddenly exposed, I hadn't worn underwear in the hopes of something and this didn't go unnoticed. "Fuck, you were ready for me weren't you?" It was then I realised I was stroking his very hard cock right over my now naked arse. As my hand continued working his shaft he let go of me leaving me throbbing and grinding myself to him. "That's a fucking lovely arse, boy," he hissed in my ear as both his rough hands began stroking, kneading and spreading my cheeks. I let go of his cock and felt myself leaning forward. With both my hands on the wall in front of me I had effectively offered myself totally to this stranger in the dark, sordid, public toilet. It felt so good. I pushed my butt towards him arching my back and giving him full access as his hands roamed freely all over me. His rough hands each gripped a cheek and spread me open and I gasped as I felt his heavy dick sliding up and down along my crack. "Oh fuck!" I whispered into the darkness. He responded with a chuckle advising "Don't panic I won't fuck you yet. I will fuck you before the night is out, but I'm going to make sure you are ready for it. When I give you my cock you will be begging me to fill your slut hole. You'll be taking a breeding you won't forget I promise." With that I felt him crouch down behind me and then I felt his hot breath on my cheeks. Then a warm, probing pressure straight on my hole. "Oh shit yes!" I almost shouted and my cock throbbed as I was introduced to having my fuckhole eaten out. Whilst he was behind me he had worked my jeans all the way down and worked one leg free. From here he spread me wider and went to town tongue fucking me. Lapping at my hole then pressing his tongue hard into me instinctively I pressed back to spread my cheeks this pleasure was too good and I wanted him to lick me over and over. Here I was, stripped from the waist down in a dark toilet, bent over at the urinal, pressing on the wall in front of me so I could push my arsehole onto the tongue of a man I hadn't ever seen. He was pushing back, the warm wetness I could feel between my cheeks just felt right. He leaned back and I felt him spit on my hole. "Going to make you ready boy." Was all he said before I felt a thick finger pushed up inside me. I winced at the sudden intrusion and he started licking around my ring again as he finger fucked me. The soothing laps of his tongue coupled with the rough pressing inside me had me panting against the brick work. I could feel my hole opening to accept more. "Tasty fucking hole you've got here, nice 'n' tight too. Going to enjoy giving you everything I've got. Bet you've never been stretched by a cock like mine before, eh?" "No, never." I gasped before I realised I was speaking out loud. His response made me look back but in the darkness I could only make out blurred shapes. "Fuck me! A virgin hole. Right then let's get you properly opened up and loaded!" Two fingers were thrust up into me and I saw stars as he began working them in and out of my now spit slick hole. He was scissoring his fingers and twisting them inside me. Even though it hurt, I was so turned on it only added to the sensations I was being introduced to. Pressing onto his fingers I couldn't believe I hadn't done his before. In this squalid, dirty place I was being shown who I really was for the first time. After a few minutes of working my arse open he suddenly pulled his fingers from me and, whether it was the roughness of his skin or his nails, it burned and stung for a few seconds. However the state of lust he had worked me into made every sensation something to be enjoyed. I heard and felt him rise behind me and I looked back to no avail, the darkness made it impossible to distinguish anything in that room. This man could be anyone, maybe I knew him away from here? Or maybe he was someone I would see around town? I would never know that it was the same man as had just opened me up to so much. I didn't wonder for too long about this as I felt him press to me from behind. The thick head of his solid cock rubbing between my cheeks, sliding up and down and making me wetter with precum. Involuntarily I groaned in response to the pressure his cock was exerting against my hole. I knew there was only one way this would end. Boy, was I wrong. As he rubbed himself to me his hands gripped my waist and slid up my body. He pushed my t-shirt up and easily stripped it from me and now I was totally naked grinding my arse onto the cock of this man behind me. It was dark but somehow I had never felt so utterly exposed. Just then he stopped moving completely and was silent for a second. Then there was a blinding flash and even in the blackness of the room I could only see spots of light and dark. "Just wanted a shot of that sweet arse before I ruin it." He smirked as he said this and I started to wonder what I had let myself in for. SLAP! "Fuck!" I cried out at the sudden impact. It stung like hell and was quickly followed by several more swats at my cheeks with his strong hands. For some reason my hands remained pressed to the wall in front of me, my knuckles white as I pressed my fingers into the brick. My arsecheeks burned hot from pain but at the same time I couldn't pretend my cock wasn't rock hard under me and dripping a steady flow of pre. "Mmmm, goood. It looks like this boy likes to be used." The hoarseness in his voice made me realise just how horny he was. I could feel his hard cock sandwiched in my crack for sure; but there was a need in his voice that made my hole spasm. I don't think I'd ever experienced true desire before. It was then that the nearest cubicle swung open loudly and a dark shadow hurried out through the doorway. A voice from the darkness just said. "Fuck sake, do you have to be so loud right there? You spooked the cunt I was working on." "Sorry mate," my man replied, "got a little carried away with this virgin hole here." If I had been a little wiser I might have spotted the implicit offer that this sentence carried. Instead I just stood there, naked, hands on he wall almost needing my next instruction. "Virgin eh? No shit! You want a hand breaking him in mate? I've got blue balls here." The next thing my man said caught me off guard, I had certainly prepared myself to take his cock and I thought naively he wanted me all to himself so when he said, "You got any poppers? I think if we give this slut a few sniffs he'll be gagging for both our cocks." Next thing I knew I was being turned to face in the direction of the cubicles and hands from the darkness found my face. I felt the cold glass of a small bottle pressed to my nostril and I was told, "Breathe!" I had little choice and the bottle was switched between my nostrils almost every time I took a breath. My head felt light and my legs felt heavy. My heart was pounding and every beat seemed to make my arsehole clench. I nearly slumped over but I was being held up by two stronger guys now. "Oh yeah, this bitch is definitely ready." The words came from so far away as I felt myself being bent at the waist and my cheeks spread wide. Hands were also on my head guiding me down and somewhere in my brain came the picture of the spit roast fuck scenes I had so often wanked to. Now it was my turn. The head of a hard wet dick was rubbed over my face and between my lips. "Open wide," an instruction came. Then I was sucking my first cock. Well I was getting my face fucked, not deep, not rough, but there was no doubt I had no control. My guy hadn't been idle this time, while I was trying to take as much dick in my mouth without choking he had been wanking his hard cock all over my ring and started to press in. With the combined effects of his spit, fingers and the poppers the head of his cock worked into me almost easily. Then he started driving forward. All my fantasies of being fucked and even my self induced dildo play couldn't have prepared me for this. Fuck he was so thick. My hole burned and I felt tears streaming from my eyes. With my mouth stuffed with cock I couldn't do anything but moan. Trapped between these two men I couldn't move away from either as they began to relentlessly fuck me. There were several flashes in the darkness and I knew they must both be getting souvenirs of my use. They kept up giving me poppers and making me spin out as they fucked into me at either end. It wasn't long before the poppers were wearing off and I became more aware and two things were apparent. First was the constant moaning I was making around the cock being shoved down my throat, I was holding the hips of the man in front of me and I was working my head back and forth as much as he was fucking himself between my lips. I could taste pure manliness. Sweat, spunk, piss all of it and I was drooling all over it. Second was the heat radiating out from my hole wasn't pain. The thick hard cock which was now deep inside me was fucking my once tight anus with long patient strokes. A constant rhythm that had his meat bouncing off of my prostate. I was arching my back, squeezing and clenching my hole around his dick anything to show him how good it felt. That's it boy, show us how much you want these dirty cocks up you." Wait, dirty, did that mean something? The constant pounding into me at either end was making my brain melt. I just needed more, more cock, more fucking, more everything. "Oh you're a dirty boy letting us fuck you like this! You love big hard bare cock in you don't you boy?" Shit, bare, everything had happened so fast and I gave in so easily I never even thought about protection...but...but it just felt so good right now. That thick man cock forcing its way into my guts, stretching me, pulling me I knew I wanted it. I moaned loudly around the cock between my lips and I guess we all knew I was agreeing. "Fuck boy, you're going to make me cum soon, going to plant my seed deep inside you." I could feel his thrusts becoming harder, he was deep inside me and stabbing his cock into me with short, brutal jabs. I was delirious. My hole was my entire world right now and I needed cock to fill it. The man making me suck his cock joined in the fuck talk, "Yeah, knock him up. Load up that pussy good. When you're done I'll make him take my strain too." I wasn't really paying too much attention with my focus being purely on cock but I gathered that they both really wanted to shoot their spunk inside me. Right now I was just a willing hole and they could fill me however they saw fit. The thrusts into me became a jackhammer and the guy behind me roared. "Fuck yes, take it. Take it you dirty little cumslut. Take my poz load!" My eyes bugged out as I put two and two together. I was in no position to do anything but take it as he said and the way his cock pulsed inside me and he was driving it deep inside me kept me grinding back onto him. It felt too good in spite of everything and a part of me realised it was too late to turn back with his hot load deep in my arse. "Fuck boy," he said as he slowly withdrew his wet cock from my now sloppy cumhole, "That was fantastic. Your cunt is definitely one I want to breed again." With that he stood and said, "Going for a smoke. Enjoy that hole!" Just like that he was out of that darkened place and I realised I had just been handed over like a toy to be used. The hands that had been holding my head roamed over my back and found my arse. I hadn't moved and he easily slipped two fingers up me and pumped them in and out a few times. "Wow, he really opened you up well." The cock I had been continually sucking was now withdrawn from my mouth and he moved around me. I was still in something of a state of shock, still bent over, practically frozen in place. Horny as fuck too. It was..confusing. Without ceremony he pulled his fingers out of my anus and shoved his cock into me. It took my breath away but because of the rough fucking I had already taken, and I guess the cum now soaking my hole, he was inside easily. He wasn't as thick which helped but his cock curved and he was pressing against my insides so nicely. As he started pumping away I was finally able to vocalise the sensations I was being subjected to. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," I was gasping with every long dicked thrust he was forcing me to take. He had grabbed my arms and pulled them behind my back so he could more easily bounce me on his dick. The slapping sound of his flesh violating mine added to making me a moaning cockwhore. My own cock left alone was flapping with each pounding of his hips. Precum leaking from me in an almost steady stream. I felt like I was cumming but it was constant and there was no come down. Eventually he too started up the jackhammer thrusting that tells of impending cum. I was out of breath, and covered in sweat. He was fucking my hole so hard I was almost crying but still I was rock hard. "Say you want my cum slut!" He suddenly shouted. Pounding me over and over. "I...I want it." Was all I could manage. "What do you want bitch?" As he asked this he slapped my arse with a stinging blow that made me buck my hips and cry out into the darkness. "Oh god I want your cum, please cum in me!" I begged and he pulled hard on my hips pushing himself all the way inside me. He was shaking and his cock was throbbing inside me. He leaned across my back holding himself so he wouldn't slip out of me and whispered in my ear. "Never pozzed a virgin before, I bet you'll be begging for more dirty loads before long." He slid himself out of me and left the room. I collapsed to my knees. Naked, dripping cum and panting for breath. I had no idea where my clothes were in the darkness or how I would find them. As I knelt there I idly stroked my still erect dick softly moaning as I felt the pulsing from my arsehole. What the last guy said about me wanting more was clearly undeniable. Footfalls from outside made me panic, oh shit I can't be found like this. I scrabbled about in the darkness trying desperately to find even just my jeans. But it was too late. A flare in the darkness from a cigarette gave a brief illumination and I saw three men in the entranceway. "See I told you he'd be waiting here for more. I think we've got ourselves a proper little cum piggy." I recognised the voice of the man who had first fucked me and realised then that he'd just gone out to find more men to use my holes. I knelt there, hands in my lap. I knew I was in for a long night.
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Horny young bottom looking to be used by tops, you can be rough if you wish. Can host monday and tuseday in Brisbane 7am-3pm.
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I've been reading stories on the site for awhile. Every story about taking poz cum just got me hornier and hornier. I noticed barebackrt kept popping up a lot so I decided to take the plunge. I set up my profile and then started browsing. Several profiles caught my eye but one in particular was just what I was looking for. I've always had a thing for older men. This guy was definitely old enough to be my Daddy. He said he wanted someone young and in shape and knew what they wanted. He was poz and not on meds. My precum was leaking bad. I sent him a message with my stats and pics and to my surprise he responded back immediately. He asked me if I wanted to get fucked immediately and without thinking I said Yes Daddy. He said good boy. I gave him my address and he said he'd be over in an hour and to be clean for him. He also asked if I had a hard bristle toothbrush and if not he would provide one. I knew why he wanted the toothbrush and that only added to my excitement. He told me to start getting ready and he will see me in an hour. Damn the hour is dragging by.
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Horny bottom looking to be used by bb tops, passionate or aggressive up to you as long as i end up loaded
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Ryan, was a 6’ foot, blonde hair, blue eye jock. At 21, he had everything going for him. He had a great boyfriend in Sam, who was equally has good looking, with dark hair and brown eyes and a swimmers body. However, Ryan liked to play on the side, without letting Sam know. Ryan always played safe, with other guys, all with his age range, and he was a total top. Now, Ryan and Sam had a great sex life, but Ryan, was never satisfied with just one guy. One weekend, Ryan out of town, while Sam was home sick. Ryan, checking out bars in the area, hoping to get laid. Hitting a bar, called “Aqua”, the guys here were older then him, Ryan is drinking his beer when an old, lanky man, “How are ya young fella?” He asked. He had been watching Ryan when he first entered the bar. Checking out Ryan’s body and especially his ass, and wanted to put his poz cock into it. Ryan, “good, thanks.” Not really into making small talk with a guy old enough to be his father, possibly his grandfather. “I’m Bruce.” Putting out his hand to Ryan. He shakes it, “Ryan.” “This is your first time here, at Aqua.” “Yeah, you a regular here, Bruce?” “I am, Ryan.” “Cool.” Ryan got up and left his drink on the bar to call Sam. Bruce, moved quickly, putting a roofie into his drink. Ryan, returned to the bar, and downed his drink. “Bruce, it was nice to meet you, but I have to get going.” At that moment Ryan started to feel dizzy. “You ok, Ryan?” “Yeah, feel a bit dizzy.” “Let’s get you outside for fresh air.” Bruce got a passed out Ryan to his place, got Ryan undressed. Bruce, was in awe, Ryan’s body, was in perfect shape. His cock 7inches soft. But the main prize was Ryan’s ass, nice tight and round. Bruce, turned Ryan on his back, and starting massaging his back and shoulders , Ryan, drugged up, was enjoying the massage, unaware that he was going to get pozzed. “How does it feel, Ryan?” Bruce asks his unconscious soon to be bottom. “Good”. he said in a soft voice. “Ryan” whispered Bruce, “turn over on your front”, Ryan does, and feeling good, and horny, he had no problems with listening to Bruce, who’s voice was soft and soothing. Bruce, started stroking Ryan’s dick, “spread your legs a bit.” Bruce said. “That’s it.” Using his finger, Bruce, slowly began to finger fuck, Ryan’s ass. “Damn you’re tight.” Bruce lived up his dick and Ryan’ ass. Going in slow, Ryan in his drugged state, moaned in pleasure, Thrusting in and out of Ryan, Bruce couldn’t believe he had this stud in his bed. Ryan, feeling a dick inside him for the first time, was enjoying it, not realizing he was being barebacked by a poz guy, who was old enough to be his father. Bruce, felt his cock and balls tighten, shooting several poz loads deep into Ryan’s ass, catching his breath, Bruce kept his cock inside the young man’s ass for a five minutes to be sure that none of his “babies” would leak out. “Ryan, I own your ass now.” “I know about your boyfriend Sam, he asked me to poz you, and he doesn’t want you back.” And I’m going to share you and your ass to my friends.” “The top jock, is now my bottom poz boy.”
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