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Here's my criagslist ad. I want tons of tops! At Camp Palm Reply to ad to info. Have 10 TOPS so far. Please no bottoms or vers, I'm the Pig bottom . If you like sloppy cum filled man pussy then come on by. I'll get you directions. http://inlandempire.craigslist.org/cas/2556424054.html CUM fuck me!
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Looking for TOP to whore me out on a regular basis. Had Gang Bang Yesterday, this is a quote from a TOP "dude you have such a fuckable ass can't wait to fuck you again" Looking for Gang Bang on 20th of Aug Sat! Get back to me and whore me out!! I.D. joebottombb stevenj69 at yahoo com
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It's always been a fantasy of mine to be used by a big group of guys and take as many loads as I can, each guy using the last one's cum as lube. I love the feeling of cock throbbing inside me and spurting warm cum deep inside my ass :-p. So far the most I've taken in one session is 3 cocks and 2 loads, but am hungry for more! As a birthday present to myself this year I've decided that I'm finally going to make this fantasy come true. My birthday isn't til October, so that should give me plenty of time to organise something. Any suggestions on venue / where else to advertise welcome. Who wants to gang fuck my tight boyish ass and pump your cum into me? I'm gonna aim for 10+ loads.
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Any guys go to Boltz in Birmingham? Great place for hot action, especially the first Sunday of the month when they have a naked party. Taken a few raw cocks here but I'd love to be gangbanged by a group of guys in the public sling and take a few loads :-p.
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Does anyone have a record of the bottoms and number of loads they took? They once had a website that listed this information and had photos, but it's gone now. I know that Jeff Palmer took 56, Sean Storm took 24, Rob Rodin appeared twice, taking 42 the first time - but I would love to have the complete list. Did anyone record that when the website was still up?
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i'll be at parliament house may 16, 17, 18....usually get room 150, 1st flr facing the lake
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If you see me around, you'd probably never peg me for being such a naughty boy in the bedroom. I mean, I look like a fairly typical preppy Asian dork- 23yo, 5'11", 180lbs, 34" waist, glasses, wears abercrombie and GAP. But, as you'll gonna find out (and my exes can verify), I'm totally freaky in private. After all, the best way to keep your man happy is to be a kind gentleman in public and a nasty whore in private, right? Hehe. So, here's an encounter that happened about a year ago. Let me know if you guys are interested in hearing some of the more recent... episodes. ================= One day, in the afternoon, I was desperately horny from watching all the shirtless frat boys throw the Frisbee around on the grassy quad of the university. I tried jacking off, but even after cumming into my hand three times, I was still hungry- I had to taste some dick. So, I cleaned out my hole really good, rubbed some desensitizing gel on my dickhead, put on my black mesh jock and drove to a local adult bookstore known to have a few gloryholes in its arcade. (Just to be clear, my original intentions was only to go there to suck some dick. But, I like to finger myself while I did it. So, to avoid any messes, I just ritually clean out whenever my ass came into play. Also, while sucking, I get so horny that even a slight swipe of my own cock could make me shoot. That's why I numbed my dick and wear a jock.) After getting to the place around 5, I noticed that there were virtually no open street parking spots near the place. Being that there's typically only one suckable guy in the place once you reject the roaming trolls and other cocksuckers, I was pretty excited about this. So, I parked about a block away and walked to the bookstore. Once in the store, I greeted the youngish clerk with the obligatory straight boy head nod and checked out his bulge while he exchanged my five bucks for those damn coupons that all the adult bookstores use. Ya know, I'd totally slurp on that boy's rod, if he'd ever let me. Hmm, maybe I already have. After getting the coupons, I went into the dark and dank arcade. It was reasonably clean and well kept for such a place, no trash or urine on the floor. But, today, the hallway was almost completely filled with guys loitering around and about half of the booths had their doors closed and their red lights were on. I briskly walked down the hallway, towards the back of the arcade, as I casually checked out the guys. Most of them were Latino laborer types of various ages, but there were a few white guys there of the "middle-aged and married" type and the "professional late 20-something, just-want-to-get-my-dick-sucked" type. When I reached the very end of the arcade, there was a small crowd of guys standing around, not really doing anything. Out of the four booths that lined the back, the second from the right had its door open. I knew from experience that that particular booth had gloryholes on both sides. So, "Score!" I thought. I quickly slipped into the booth, sat down, put in a coupon, dropped my pants and waited for a dick to appear. Slowly, a medium (about 6"), light-skinned, semi-hard cock appeared in the gloryhole to the left. I got up and gave it a careful inspection to make sure that there's no open sores or what not, then I bent over and took it into my mouth. As I swirled my tongue around the head and slowly bopped up and down, feeling the dick get fully hard in my mouth, I felt something wet touch my hole. I immediately pulled off the dick in front of me to take a look. Apparently, a guy in the booth to the right had passed his entire hand through to the gloryhole and was stroking my cunt with his lubed middle finger. Being that I can't really see anything (the guy's wrist almost completely fills the gloryhole) and that I was almost ready to start doing exactly that myself, I turned back to the dick I was sucking on and went to work. The guy to the right of me was damn talented with his fingers. His lubed middle and index fingers slowly ventured around my hole, teasing it until it was practically wide open, then his middle finger slowly glide around just the inside, occasionally going slightly deeper. Also, he did this thing where he'd almost make this "come here" sign with his middle finger as it ventured deeper and shallower into my cunt. Focusing on the dick I was sucking on was all I could do to not completely impale myself onto this guy's hand. That's when the guy in my mouth started to cum. He shot about four or five good spurts, I swallowed it quickly. As I saw the guy to the left get dressed and exit his booth through the gloryhole, he was replaced by a nicely dressed white guy who literally just unzipped his pants, took it out and shoved it into my mouth while soft; it was a good thing that he's got a good size to begin with. As I slurped around the hardening cock in my mouth, the guy to the right kept on doing that "come here" thing with his middle finger while buried inside up to the second knuckle, which had made me unknowingly back my butt until it's almost right near gloryhole. I was just thinking, "Hey! I'm only sucking on the head of this nice seven incher..." when I felt it in my hole- The guy to the right had completely shoved his tongue in my pussy and was doing this alternating swirling/darting in-and-out combo that had me whimpering while completely pressing my ass up against the gloryhole. Just when I thought I was going to cum from the tongue fucking, the tongue disappeared. I was slightly annoyed, but just as I was gonna move forward to take in more of left guy's dick (after all, I'm a good bottom, I like to focus on my top's pleasure), the right guy slips his cock head into my hole. Holy fuck!! I moved forward to pull off, since I'd only barebacked with my exes in the past. But, as soon as I moved off his cock, the guy to the right immediately shoved his hand through the gloryhole and was gripping tightly onto my balls, not letting me get away. Very slowly, he pulled my ass back until it was nearly pressed up to the gloryhole. Then, with another quick change, his grip on my balls were replaced by his cock in my hole again.By this time, my hole was very relaxed and slippery, so his bare 6-7" dick felt really good pumping in and out at a moderate pace, especially with that warming lube he was using. I couldn't fight it anymore, I just let the guy fuck me while I sucked on the cock in front of me. After about twenty minutes, guy to the left quietly spurted a small load on my tongue, pulled out and left. Just as I was beginning to form coherent thought again from the cock overload, I felt the guy in my hole bury himself deep inside jerked a few times. "Dude! I'd taken a raw load through a gloryhole! I'm a cheap cum slut! What the fuck have I done?!", I thought. Slowly, the guy to the right pulled out of me and I heard his belt clink as he got dressed. His load was slowly leaking out of my hole, I reached back, got some of my finger and smelled it. It was warm, fresh sperm all right. A guy I didn't know had dumped baby batter up my cunt. Dammit, I fucked up big time. Suddenly, I felt a shake and heard the door to the right swing open and hit the wall as the guy left his booth. My wet, cummy hole tightened up instinctively as the cold burst of air came through the gloryhole. For the next few minutes, all I could hear was the guy saying something loudly to his buddies in Spanish, followed by a round of rowdy laughter and sounds of encouragement. Occasionally, I'd hear a few words that I know, like pinga (dick), culo(ass), puto(faggot/whore) and cabron(asshole). Although I couldn't understand what they were saying, I knew that that they were talking about me. As my ass slowly closed up from the cool air, I begin to come down from the rush of being banged anonymously like a cheap whore. I slowly straightened myself up, since my back hurt like bitch from being in that leaning and bent over position for so long. Just before I completely stand up, two fingers were rapidly shoved up my boy cunt to the second knuckle. I was totally surprised, since I didn't hear the door open or close on either adjacent booths. But, I'd hardly had time to gasp at the slight pain and surprise when the fingers hooked into my rectum and, together with a thumb on the outside, formed a very effective "handle". With a really hard tug, the hand in my butt pulled my hole until it was again pressed up on the gloryhole. The sudden force of that move cause my gasping mouth to be placed right in line with the other gloryhole. I saw it darken briefly and tasted some precum as a thick, stubby uncut dick was shoved into my mouth. I slipped my tongue under the foreskin to lap up all the precum accumulated there, while trying to stretch out my neck so I can get most of it in my mouth. Since I could get most of it in my mouth without gagging, I'd have to say that it was probably about six inches or so. That's when I felt something slippery and soft get rapidly rubbed/flicked across my slightly open hole, I couldn't help but moan into the cock I was sucking; apparently, I was quite loud, since I heard a brief burst of rowdy laughter and Spanish curse words echo outside my booth. After licking my hole for about five minutes, the tongue disappeared for about five seconds, only to be replaced by a huge piece of meat that went in in one hard thrust. My yelp was muffled by the dick in my mouth and it got the same reaction as earlier. Slowly, my hole relaxed around the big pole and the hard pounding that made the wall shook begun to feel real good... Man, that dick must have been at least 8.5", since my ex was 8" and even he didn't go deep enough to make it HURT. From that point on, I took four more dicks up my cunt and sucked on about half a dozen or so. I'm sure that some of the guys that I was sucking were the same ones who had taken a turn on my pussy, since I could taste warming lube, cum and my own ass juices on their cocks. I don't really know how long I spent in that booth, with my eyes rolled into the back of my head, being filled from both ends. But, after some time, the cocks stopped coming through the holes. So, I cleaned myself up and ventured out into the arcade. The place was practically completely empty when I got out- All the booths' doors were all partially open and all the lights were off. The only other person there was this youngish white guy leaning against the wall near the exit. I briefly thought about sucking him off, but I was really dizzy by that point. So, I simply exited the arcade and went home.
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total cum pig looking for 1on1 or group to use me in a gangbang iam in o califs high desert area about 2 hours north of L.A. come take me to L.A. or deep into the desert strip me and use me hard,even pimp me out and own me also wanting to be branded
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Slut cumhole looking for Houston tops to seed my hole at MTS on Friday night, Feb 25 2011 between 9 pm and 1 am.
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Looking for Sacramento area, but can travel to SF for possible hookup. Looking to be used, abused, and totally fucked. Would love to be in a gangbang/gangrape situation, taking loads down my throat or up my ass. motel scene, blindfolded and never seeing who is using me. Looking for: Dom/aggressive/twisted men to use and abuse me for your nihilistic pleasure. Big cocks are fucking hot, but my ass is really tight. Love poppers, no other chems. Not looking for: sweet and loving, gentle, tender.
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Give it one more try. On Vacation till the 3rd. Really want to have some hot fun while off work. 1 on 1, group, gang bang, all good. The more cock and cum in my furry ass the better. Can travel within reason, if you want to breed this bear and fill my hole with your hot tainted jizz hit me up men. Im horny for your cocks and cum.
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Looking to get as many guys as possible setup to take turns gangbanging me for hours if not all night. new years? want to do it blindfolded, restrained/tied up and taking all loads. Rough dominant tops are a plus. Hung and extremely hung guys i want to fuck as hard as they can. Willing to let you videotape it as long as i get a copy. I can't host. Need someone who can or set it up somewhere in a hotel. If its setup and its going to happen, i want it advertised on all sites you can. I want a cock in me the entire time. i am punkboyIL on recon and bbrts for pics of me. -
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Uninhibited btm, cum-hungry hole looking to take dicks and loads.. share me get me flying and get my hole opened and used.....total pig when " "enhanced" (like being used by multiple men). Into Twisted pig gatherings, groups, pits, pnp, Tpee, 1on1, kissing, sucking, rimming, spreading, pimp me, moaner, pits, moaning, musty, sweaty , men, very open minded, share me, laid back go with the flow
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This bear lives in Reading (hour west of Philly). Looking for a regular fuck bud or buds for some hot fun. Fuck my hairy bear hold and leave your toxic load in me or bring a friend to fuck in deeper. Must Love to Kiss. My dick is hard wired to my lips, kissing gets me HOT. Hit me up guys. Really need that hot seed in me.
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Hey guys, Coming to Atlanta this coming weekend (Nov 5 - 7) and looking to take tons of loads while I'm there, and maybe find someone to get pointed with and tie me in a sling to use my hole. :-) Always looking for a good party! Profile is at http://my.barebackrt.com/bbcumpigga Send me a message on there or email me at bbcumpig1981<at>gmail.com Hope to have some fun with you guys this weekend!
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sub bottom here, you host me. you fuk, hood, blindfold, tweak me up(ill help) and use me, and have guys come over and take turns loading my ass up. serious reply only into black /latin men but take it from all:)
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Any guys wanting to tie me up and use me for tag fucks, piss fuck, bukkake, gangbang fun. Can accommodate on Fridays (Midlands) evening / nights. Luv sleazey fun with cum - funnels, ring gags etc - to being tied up in boot of car....if it involves bondage, kink let get in touch. ok to be 'enhanced' - no need to ask ;-)
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I was at the bath in Denver earlier in the night and the scene was still a little slow. I was really looking to get loaded up but since things were slow I was fucking a dude in the sling room. He wasn’t all that fun or interesting and his ass was rough and didn’t feel hot at all. A Latin dude with long hair down his back was feeling my ass while I was fucking the guy in the sling so I pulled out and followed him to the public play room with a raised stand and mattress in the middle of the room. He nailed me for about 10 minutes and was interesting because he changed positions every 10 pumps or so and he was speeding up so I knew he'd seed me. I was getting turned on knowing he was going to lube my ass with his jiz and I was ready to get the party started. After a few minutes 5-6 guys were watching around us, about then he let out a moan while pushing his cock in me hard. I laid there a few seconds and looked at the guys watching me on the stand freshly bred, then I got up on all fours and pushed back on one of them. I think it surprised him at first, but his cock was in me before he had time to really think about it. He blew after only a minute or two which was cool so I could move on to the next. I had 3 more guys fuck me like a dog while I was on the bed and by then there was a room full. I ended up on the floor taking it in the face and ass from everyone standing around me and trying to keep the spunk from dripping out. A couple really young guys that were boyfriends came in after things settled down and were fingering me and it was making me lose the spunk so I bent over and took one of the dudes in me -- his boyfriend got pissed and left the room (WTF?). He had a tiny cock but I wanted his load so I got aggressive and made him give it to me. I’m not about the size as long as I can get his load in me and I did. I could barely walk back to my room where I met up with my boyfriend. He wasn’t the cumdump I am so he was still looking for someone to hook up with. I told him about what had just happened and he bent me over and felched me. I know I had 7 loads at that point and took 3 more throughout the night.
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Hey guys- all bottom man here, doing Barcelona for the first time- have my hotel booked ( Barcelona CityHotel on C'Arago) So, here is the deal: I am hoping to exist on Catalan cock all week long- cock in my mouth, in my ass , fisting, some piss play too. If all travel goes well I am heading to Berlin Dark on 21 Sep- a Tues, and will be bare and open for filling and your pleasure. On Wed evening, I plan to check out OPenMind, and again will be there for the sole purpose of making the men of BCN happy and satisfied sexually. If anyone in BCN is reading this and wants to hook up, get back to me- I plan to have a laptop , but not sure about power adapters working etc. \ How much cum can a man get in Barcelona in 175 hours ?? <g> . Hola chicos, todo hombre fondo aquí, haciendo de Barcelona para la primera vez, tengo mi hotel reservado (Barcelona CityHotel en C'Arago) Así pues, aquí es el trato: Espero que exista la polla catalán durante toda la semana-la polla en la boca , en mi culo, fisting, algunos mear jugar con ellos. Si todos los viajes va bien me estoy dirigiendo a Dark Berlín el 21 de septiembre-un mar, y se desnuda y abierta para el llenado y su placer. En la noche del Miércoles, tengo la intención de visitar Openmind, y volverá a estar allí con el único propósito de hacer que los hombres de BCN contentos y satisfechos sexualmente. Si alguien en BCN está leyendo esto y quiere conectar, volver a mí, pienso tener una computadora portátil, pero no está seguro acerca de adaptadores de corriente de trabajo, etc \ Cómo cum Cuánto puede un hombre entrar en Barcelona en 175 horas? <g>
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Last Saturday night I was chatting with this pretty 18 year old. He was sitting wide-eyed on a bench outside the showers, ogling the guys strutting their stuff. I sat down beside him and said, "Hi." It was his first time at the Baths, and he was nervous. He found the atmosphere intimidating and was scared to death of "catching something." He wanted sex (at least he said he did); but all the guys were too old or fat or withered or diseased. And he was shocked by all the "unsafe sex." Several guys walked by clutching little vials, and he asked me what Poppers did for them. He'd never tried them. "They're no big deal, really. They just relax you and make you feel more sociable." "Got any?" "In my locker. Be right back." But they weren't in my locker. I had 'em stuffed in the waist folds of my towel all along. I just needed an excuse to find my bud. Adam was sitting in the TV Room. He'd already noticed the cute thing I was with, as had everybody in the Club by then. "Gonna fuck him?" "He's pretty green. It's his first trip here, and he's scared to death. I need your help. You get first dibs." I told him we'd meet him in the Maze, then hurried back to the Kid. He was relieved to see me round the corner as some "Sleazy Old Trolls" had put the make on him. I handed him the bottle and told him to take a little sniff to see how they affected him. He did so, maybe for a moment longer than I would have recommended, then moaned that he felt "nice and hot." "Now there's the understatement of the year!" I asked him if he’d like to take a tour; and he said, "Yes." Upon spotting the "Sleazy Old Troll" who'd groped his Ass, he kept close on my tail. Once again he asked to borrow my Poppers. I told him to hang onto them. I had a feeling the Kid would need them a helluva lot more than I before the night was through. "Geez, thanks." He took a deep whiff and turned red. "They sure work wonders. Lemme know when you want 'em back." We entered the Maze and stood just inside the door, back lit only by a dim red light. The moaning emanating from the dark passages beyond was supplanted by the slap of flesh on flesh. Unnerved, the Youth uncapped the bottle and took another whiff. That's when Adam slipped behind him, and I stepped back into the shadows. The Kid sniffed from the bottle while Adam worked his Ass. I don't know what sweet-nothings my bud whispered in his ear, but they took off for Adam's room. As I waited for the outcome of their little tryst, I entered the bowels of the Maze in search of LOVE. An unlubed finger snaked up my Butt. Annoyed, I turned to confront my uncouth suitor, and discovered it was Alan. He led me to his room. The Kid was lying on his stomach. "Why's he sleeping?" "Well, he wanted to try something a little stronger than Poppers; and all I had was GHB." "Great! We can't leave him here like this!" But Adam is one of those imperturbable buggers whom nothing fazes. Between the two of us, we dragged the Kid back to the Maze and strapped him in the leather Sling. The Kid looked so angelic, his legs in stirrups high above his head, his glistening Mancunt soft and beckoning. I guess Adam couldn't help himself. After depositing a 2nd POZ LOAD up the Boy's Mancunt, he took off, leaving me alone with Poisoned Beauty. I reached down, dug my finger in his Pussy, and came away with a digit drenched in Spooge. I marveled at how salty. Adam's Seed is always salty. "AH, POZ CUM!" I sighed dramatically, recollecting the day two years before when Adam confided he was POZ. I'd always suspected I'd been the one who bred his Ass, but never breathed a word of it to anyone. I glanced down at Sleeping Beauty. Such a sweet Pussy! We were alone. He'd never be more fuckable. I shuddered as the 3rd POZ LOAD of the evening spurted up the Young Man's Ass. I headed for the showers to join my Bud, then to his room for a catnap. 2 A.M! Time to check on our Progeny. There was a lot of traffic in the Maze. One of the fabled "Old Trolls" stopped me excited. "Fuck! You should see what's going on." Still secured in the Sling was our Sacrificial Lamb. As I nudged my way amongst the damp towels, I realized what I'd first perceived as a mulling muck of Cocks and Balls was actually an orderly queue of Bareback Tops intent on breeding the Young Twink. "What's with the Kid?" I asked the Dude up next to dip his wick. "A PNP Boy who's overdosed," came his educated guess. "Then how cum he's strapped in like that?" "Must be a Cum Addict as well. Look. Do me a favor. Save my place. I'll be right back. I gotta piss." "No, wait. I know that Kid. He's into Watersports. Piss down his throat, then fuck his Ass." Word spread like wildfire. And so it was that one Top after another, the old, the infirm, the obese, and the diseased, joined ranks to fill both the Youngster's Holes with Piss and Cum. I saw the Kid take five dirty Loads at least. Of course he had it cuming. Justice rendered is justice deserved. They hadda take the Kid down a notch. The Punk was simply too goody two-shoes. I watched a pair of "Old Trolls," with purple KS lesions dotting their bodies, shoot up the Young Man's Butt. He was sure gonna be sore in the morning—not to mention the AIDS VIRUS which would make his life a Living Hell. I had to smile.
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It was the late 90's. I was 35; married; 3 kids; a good boy, always trying to please; more (or less) faithful to my wife, to whom I'd been married for 15 years; providing my family with a steady income from my run-of-the-mill accounting job. And I hated it. Still I was reluctant to give in to my homosexuality, regarding it as a blemish on my character. But my hormones often got the best of me, and I ended up at the bars and baths—rarely—but with increasing frequency. I developed an affinity for blowjobs, which progressed to getting laid. I was always the passive one, the Bottom. Back in those days, to my detriment, I played it safe and hardly ever fucked without a Condom. After each tryst, I felt guilty and ashamed, but on each occasion less and less. And I kept fucking my wife bare. Just when I didn't want to go on with such duplicity, becoming more and more conflicted everyday—just when I was seriously considering leaving wife and kids—salvation came in the form of a new job, offering 200 travel days a year. With a generous expense account and a salary I'd heretofore only dreamt about, I jumped at the opportunity. Ironically, I kept our family together by keeping us apart. I became very creative at seeking out the most popular Gay haunts—the leather bars, bath houses, tearooms, rest stops, parks, adult theaters, and bookstores. I left no stone unturned. I grew comfortable in my new role as a kinky, if somewhat masochistic Bottom, a sometime Slave, but always the Slut. During my trips home, I played the role of loving husband fucking his wife, while cuming to reveries of Male Cunt. Sucking, felching, rimming, along with the ubiquitous Poppers became my daily regimen. I got fucked more and more. I developed tastes for spit, watersports, armpits, feet, and B&D and S&M. I loved Gay Sex and invited guys to my hotel rooms all hours of the day and night. Still I couldn't get enough. I started fucking bare on the proviso that they pull out. Of course there were the inevitable accidents. I knew I took a risk since I always bled when I got fucked. I wasn't yet amenable to taking Cum up the Ass, but more and more that turned me on. It also turned me on fucking my wife, sharing the risk, whispering sweet nothings in her ear, as I pumped my NEG Gay Sperm up her straight Pussy. I'd hinted at an occasional Gay rendezvous, but never breathed a word about bareback sex. Gradually my guilt and reluctance dissipated as I sacrificed quality for quantity. I no longer had to strive to be a Cum Pig; I HAD BECOME ONE. I felt powerful and bad. I manipulated the Tops who thought they were manipulating me—into barebacking—in hopes that one or both of us would be inseminated with the Blessed Seed. And I continued to fuck my wife—with my Fist and up her Ass. How she raved about our new "open" relationship—the little Fool—my meal ticket to the family values so treasured by the outside world. I never told her how I'd cum to worship unsafe sex. The turning point came when I got invited to a party in L.A. I emailed the host and asked if barebacking were permissible. He wrote back that he and several buds actually preferred it that way. Sometimes they had special little get-togethers for barebackers, and there was one such Friday night. He never actually said the words “Conversion Party.” I told him I was a relative newbie to group sex. "On the contrary, I think you'll fit right in. Be here at eight, and we'll talk it over." Marky seemed an all right kind of guy—not pushy, just hospitable. He assured me I'd enjoy myself. And no one would force me do to anything I didn’t want. That sounded great. "But Marky, are your buddies NEG?" "Who really knows his status, Sport? Just get here early, and we'll talk." On my drive down to L.A, I thought a lot about getting POZZED. There seemed to be distinct advantages—no longer having to worry about the Bug was the biggie that came to mind. And the disadvantages were too morbid to contemplate. Maybe POZ was not nearly as NEG as it was made out to be. It was a little after eight when I rang the bell. I was stressed from the long drive, and Marky noticed it. "Have a cola, and let's share a joint. Help you unwind. I got some other stuff. Ecstasy, GHB, Coke. Just ask.” I took a few tokes, and he suggested I clean up. I told him I didn't do drugs, but I’d love to douche. He flashed me a quick smile. "Trust me. Chems have their place. They just make it a little easier to accept ourselves." Afterwards we shared another joint. We were looking at the profiles of his bareback friends as he chatted online. Marky whispered in my ear about how beautiful I was, how I deserved the Gift, and other bullshit, and gave me another cola. Foggy as I was, I didn’t think a thing of it. He told me he hosted a party every month or so. He usually invited 15 or 20 guys. Five or six regulars always showed up; the rest, depending. "I start inviting guys around 6 PM, by phone and on the Net. The party starts at 10. The guys who can make it pop in anytime between then and 6 AM. I'll try to get hold of my friend, Nigel. He lives right down the block," Marky smirked, massaging the PreCum pooling on my piss slit all over my dick head. I felt so warm and comfy. I lay on the mattress besides the computer, jacking off, watching two studs go at it on TV. The music was growing deafening; the room lights seemed to dim; and, overall, I felt quite pleasant and relaxed. On hands and knees I crawled over to Marky and sucked his dick. He none too kindly rammed it down my throat. "Horny Pig! Must be the GHB. You're feeling it." "But I didn't want to do drugs!" I protested, thinking of the next drug test. Actually, I felt downright evil, hot, and sexy. I often have a problem with the gag reflex. But that night, no problemo at all. I wanted him down my throat, but he pushed me away. "Not yet, Cunt! I know you want it, but not nearly bad enough. Time for a pill, an XTC. The GHB got you horny, but you're way too laid-back. Take this, and you'll be fuck meat for the guys when they arrive." As I popped it down my throat I exploded. "I WANT TO BE RAPED, DAMN IT!" Marky gave me a devilish grin. "Give it to me, please!" The doorbell rang. There was a commotion in the hall, followed by silence. Marky told me Nigel had gone to take a shower, and it was time for us to play. He knelt down to rim me and kissed me as he entered me. "My God, Your bare cock feels so good in me!" He gave me a joint and then his poppers. The drugs, combined with my predilection, had rendered me a total Slut. I wanted him to cum in me. But once again Marky spurned my advances and pulled out. He told me to turn around. I hadn't heard Nigel enter the room. I was astonished. He must have been 6’, had the deepest, darkest eyes I’d ever seen, the widest mouth, beautiful muscles, with an incredible 8 inches topped by a massive PA. He was perfection personified! I crawled over to him. He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up. He was like a faucet forcing spittle down my throat. He commanded me to suck his Dick. I took a lengthy hit of poppers as he ground that huge tool down my throat. Was I imagining things or did intense Gregorian music fill the room as Marky massaged something up my butt? "Just a little aid to relax your pussy." But it didn't feel good at all. My butt was on fire! "What the hell..." I started to protest, but was silenced in astonishment as Nigel ordered Marky to work a butt plug up my ass—in tandem with his uncut Cock. Nigel was pissing down my throat, while Marky twisted the latex dildo in beside his dick. "YEAH, BOY! WE'RE GONNA IMPREGNATE YOU!" Show him the Dildo, Marky." It was slimey and BLOOD RED. "He's ready now, Marky. Cream away." Marky gave me another sniff, but it wasn't poppers. "Coke!" Marky grinned. "Like the stuff up your ass. You'll be a better fuck for it." Marky plowed my bleeding butt while I sucked Nigel's mammoth cock. He pissed again. "Yeah, fuckin' pig! Swallow my sick piss, you filthy slut!" Needless to say, I was preoccupied when Marky shot his cum in me. With the pervasive music, the twirling lights, Marky's tongue in my ear, his POZ Spooge dripping off my hairy Balls, and Nigel's massive rock hard rod fucking my face—I imploded from sensual overload. I started to cry. Marky spoke in singsongy, condescending voice. "Your first big test, boy; and you passed it well. Let's take a break." "NO BREAK!" I screamed. "I WANT IT NOW! I WANT NIGEL TO RAPE MY ASS!" Nigel took my face between his hands, looking deep into my teary eyes. "BEG FOR IT, SLUT! BEG FOR MY AIDS CUM!" I didn't even hesitate. I searched his deep black eyes. "IF THE DEVIL EXISTS, NIGEL, YOU'RE IT. Just give me what you got. No ifs, ands or butts." "You sure, slut? Once we start, there's no turning back. I always finish what I start. So be sure. Be very, very sure." "I'm sure," but suddenly I was scared. The drugs were wearing off. It was still early—9 PM. I could make a break for it. As I watched Marky and Nigel prepare the sling, I plotted my escape. I pulled on my trousers, grabbed my tee, and made a mad dash for the door. The doorbell rang. Shit! Nigel turned and saw me. He tackled me, inadvertently bloodying my nose, and dragged me to the sling. My fate was sealed. I'd met my match. There’d be no escaping now. To add insult to injury, I had rug burns on my knees, and puked all over my bare chest. Dressed in black leather, an Asian twink named Tuan came, in, took in the scene, and helped bind my feet and hands and clean me up. Marky prepared another cola, adding a vial of GHB. He also forced me to swallow another XTC tablet down my throat. It was either swallow it or choke. Tuan took a sniff of coke, then sprinkled some on my soiled, bloodied handkerchief and held it tightly to my lips while Marky pinched my nose. As you might expect, Nigel plunged his enormous pierced black cock up my ass, Marky's cum the only lube. I felt his P.A. searing me. While Marky kissed me, Tuan sucked my cock. I came as Nigel exploded up my Ass. Marky felched me and we kissed—our lips a crimson kaleidoscope of cum, piss and blood. After that Tuan took his turn and dumped yet another POZ LOAD up my ass. The rest was almost anticlimactic. It was 10 PM. The party had barely begun, and already I'd been bred. More guys came in. I was only half awake. I don't know how many loads I took, but one thing was for sure: I got POZZED that night. Four weeks later I was laid up with the fuck flu. Feverish though I was, my joints protesting every move, I screwed my "shield of respectability," while fantasizing about shit holes and mancunt.
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I took part in a Conversion Party at my Ex's, one of the many I've attended over the years (the first was my own) where Steve arranges for 3 or 4 POZ Tops to breed a Bottom. Last night a Vietnamese Boy named Pham made his debut; and like all the guys Steve's converted, Pham was a Cum Whore from the git-go. Steve starts by making love to them and gets them enamored of his flowing locks, his slim, hairless bod, and boyish good looks which belie his 35 years. After about 20 fucks, they trust him completely and let down their guard. Steve believes Asians make the world's best Bottoms and likes them petite and slightly fem. Within a fortnight all his Boys are taking it raw. Gradually he proceeds from pulling out to pumping them full of Poison Spooge. They get to where they can't live without their daily fix of Toxic Seed. When the moon waxes full a second time, and the Youth shows no sign of the Fuck Flu—that's when Steve throws in the towel and calls us in. Since the Victim is always Prime NEG Meat, my Ex has no trouble recruiting GIFTERS to breed the POZ resistant Ass. Pham was a cute 19, about 5'3" and hairless, with a tiny Cock and nervous smile. Steve and his comrade, Oren, who loathed anyone more generously endowed than he, were readying the Sling when I walked in. An unsuspecting Pham was upstairs showering. Pham had no suspicion that: 1) Steve was POZ and; 2) got his jollies POZZING Boys. Consequently the Youth couldn't have conceived that he was one of the few with whom Steve had failed. And since Stevie was a sore Loser, old Phamy was to be thrown to the wolves. I'd met Pham on two previous occasions, and we'd hit it off. I genuinely liked the Kid. So he showed no consternation when he saw me sitting there. No sooner had Stevie told Pham to get me a beer, than the doorbell rang and two more of Steve's cohorts waltzed in. It was like old home week. All of us already knew each other from the waist down—and all of us were POZ. The two newcomers gave Pham a coarse once over, and Phamy shuddered beneath the glare. He couldn't help but notice the bulge mushrooming in Davie's crotch and the PreCum permeating Shawn's blue jeans. Pham was whisked upstairs for the preliminaries. Stevie hates for his Bottoms to have a good time getting screwed by ANYOTHER—so he makes them spooge before the fun begins. They had not been upstairs more than a minute when Stevie called me in. I ascended to the Playroom and encountered one very rattled Pham. He loved Stevie so much, yet was aggrieved by his suspicion something untoward was going down. He was disrobed and naked, and Steve was working his small Dick with his greased palm. "Tell him how it is," he groused. "We're gonna have an Orgy, Kid," I beat around the bush. I knew the Boy was disillusioned, as I'd once been—having fantasized about exclusive dibs on Stevie's Jizz. But my Ex knew his Pigs' true nature—and led them down the primrose path to what comes naturally from barebacking. We're a narcissistic bunch, bent on a self-destructive course, with a one-way ticket to misery and hell—but, hey, as they say, half the fun is getting there! Steve asked that I anoint the Youth with Baby Oil as he likes to call his debutantes "Greased Pigs." I massaged it by the palmful onto Pham's silky skin, the Boy moaning as I couldn't resist slipping a slimey finger up his Ass. Unable to hold back, the Kid gyrated in Steve's direction and spooged into his open palm. The Master massaged the Youth's Ejaculate up and down his heretofore infertile Penis, lathering it to the extreme. Old Phamy was about to get a taste of his own Seed. It was obvious when the Boy'd been violated—grimacing, eyes widening and glazing over. Oren, my favorite Sadist, applauded from the doorway; and no sooner had Steve started fucking, than Shawn and Davie walked in holding hands. I'd partnered with Shawn on numerous occasions, and knew first-hand how hung he was; and Davie, with his Beer Can Death Stick, posed a threat to any NEG. The Boy was sweating. I wiped the perspiration from his brow and whispered in his ear, that, after tonight, “Enough would never be enough again.” The Boy's eyes rolled back as I pressed Poppers to his nose. Oren moistened the Youth's parched lips with wispy filaments of HIV, while Steve deposited AIDS Load Number One up the young Mancunt. Simultaneously Pham moaned in ecstasy and desolation, despairing at betrayal by his Betrothed. In the end he probably took 10 Loads that night, each one laden with The Bug. I won't even try to guess which one of us knocked up the Kid—but he came down with a doozy Strain which knocked him out for almost a month. When Shawn and Davie finished up, I took my pleasure with the Youth whose plundered, shell-shocked Manhole had been well pulverized. Steve and I each grabbed an armpit and dragged the ailing Phamy to the boudoir, where, traumatized or not, the Maestro planned to breed him one last time. Meanwhile, Oren demanded “I get my Sloppy Cunt into the Sling.” Oren can be a very nasty Fuck, who'd just as soon spit in your face as look at you. And that was my reward for helping out. Afterwards, the house was quiet except for the Pham's persistent whimpering as the gangbang and betrayal had reeked havoc on his psyche and self-worth. I certainly sympathized with the Boy, but was convinced, once he recovered, we'd make a fantastic pair—at the Baths and Glory Holes everywhere. -
*****GETTING ACQUAINTED***** We met on the Net, and I meet lots of guys online; but this Kid was different. I am a Gifter, and he was a Chaser if there ever was one. I've POZZED a few guys in my time, but he was 25. I kept asking, "Are you sure? Are you ready for the BUG?" "Yes," Simon said. He'd barebacked long enough to know that he never wanted latex up his Ass again, although his odds of getting POZZED were excellent. After a month of chatter back-and-forth, I figured Simon genuinely wanted to convert. It was just a matter of who, when, and where. I suggested he cum to one of our bareback parties. It was Saturday night, and I hoped to do the weekend with him: a one-on-one on Thursday followed by an invitation-only POZZING party Friday. **********THURSDAY********** I was delighted to find the Boy exactly as advertised—a Twink at 25, if a very determined one. We couldn't wait to get to the motel and let our hair down. As soon as the door closed behind us, we passionately embraced, kissing and feeling each other up. He wanted to clean up; and by the time he got out of the shower, I lay naked on the bed. He took every opportunity to tease my Manhood, knowing full well how desperately I wanted to blow my Load up his NEG Mancunt. I'd left Lube in the bathroom; but despite all the grease, he was very tight. I just let the weight of my body push my Shaft into that Bubble Butt, till my Balls rested firmly against his Ass Crack. I wanted him to get used to me before I bred his Ass. I pulled him to his knees, doggie-style, and was able to get in a little deeper, enough to make him gasp. Then I began slow, rhythmic strokes, my hands on his hips, hugging him, holding on tight. My Balls started tingling so I lit into him—long deep strokes—all the way in—then out again. "Fuck me! Knock me up! POZ my Hole! Give me your Babies!" All of which made me want to fuck the shit out of the little Cunt. I told him I was gonna cum—the moment he'd been waiting for—Conversion! And when I shot: "Remember this, and cherish it!" Poison Jizz spurted up his Bubble Butt. He began to jack, and would have shot; but I told him to cut the shit and take his POZZING like a Man. I kept working my Toxic Seed up his sore NEG Butt, trying every trick in the book to make him one of us. Finally I let him roll over so we could kiss. He was incredibly passionate and appreciative of my Dirty Seed. It didn't take much to get me stiff again, and soon we were fucking missionary style. He wrapped his long, smooth legs around my hips and dug his callused heels into my Butt, forcing me in deeper. After that second Fuck, we lay there cuddling. He ran his fingers through my hair and thanked me profusely, calling me Daddy—not so much a reference to the difference in our ages—as to the very real possibility that I was now the Father of his Babies. I felt his stiff Cock against my tummy, and knew he had to get off lest he burst. "OK, Boy, I want that last NEG Load of yours." I slipped down and engulfed his Cockhead between my lips, his Piss Slit oozing profusely. I licked it off, willowy cobwebs of Boy Spooge connecting him and me. Then down on him again till his overstimulated Rod began to pulse. That night, while we were cuddling, I rolled him on his side and slid back in, We fell asleep like that, my Cock marinating in my own Dirty Seed, while traces of his youthful Jizz still steeped deep within in the periodontal cavities of my teeth and gums. **********F R I D A Y********** I’d asked ten POZ Tops to join us, knowing full well not all would attend. I'd also invited a Bottom, so there'd be a ready source of Fuck Meat at all times. The Kid was the only NEG attending. At the appointed hour they began to show, and each was introduced to Simon. I explained that the party was on his behalf, and admission was contingent upon depositing at least one POZ Load up the Twink's Ass. No one objected. They were a varied lot. The two Blacks were real hunks. The whites included a bear like myself, a swishy Fag whom you'd never suspect of being a Top, and one old Troll. With me that made six Tops, plus my Bottom friend, and my Boy. The two Blacks started with the Kid while I fucked my Bottom Bud. The others followed my lead and took on the Bottom. I'd already put a Load up his Ass, so each of them slid home on my virility. Everything was copacetic until the Blacks decided to double dick the Kid. I knew the Boy had never taken two Cocks at once. He'd had a Dick and a Dildo in him once, or so he said; but that's as far as he had gone. One of the Dudes got him to sit on his Dick, then very astutely pulled him down, chest-to-chest, to kiss him, thus exposing his Mancunt. The second Black got in between their legs and maneuvered his big Dick in next to his Pal's. The Black underneath held the Kid tight, smothering his laments with kisses. The two black Dicks were mashed together in Whitey's tiny Cunt, two sets of POZ Cocks in one NEG Pussy, united by stringy ropes of slimey Ass Juice and POZ Seed. After that, the party became a fucking free-for-all. I went out for a smoke; and when I returned, I was pleased to see the Youth was screwing one of the Blacks (payback time) who, in turn, was fucking my Bottom Bud. We lost track of how many Loads he took that night, but I doubted any Dude could take that much POZ Cum and still remain NEG. **********SATURDAY********** We slept late and opted to order breakfast in, as Simon said there was no way he was going out in public with Cum still dripping from his Ass. That afternoon we went swimming in the motel pool. The cool water and the sun's warm rays seemed to reinvigorate us both, or so I thought; but afterwards we napped till party time. We arrived early to give our Host some quality time with Target One. We strapped him in the Sling; he rimmed his Ass, spit on his Dick, and screwed the shit out of the Kid. A few more guests arrived, and when our Host pulled out, a blob of POZ Cum plopped on the floor, to the onlookers' delight. A former Marine with a beer-can Cock approached the Kid, and soon the chains were rattling again. I had one of my Buds bent over the fuck table when I glanced over at the Sling and saw the pained expression on Simon's face. One of our associates is a Daddy hung like a horse. After the Marine, the Daddy quickly rammed it home. Thing is—Daddy's Tool is immense, curving upwards at the head. Though the guy is wont to plow in hard and sock it to his mates, it takes him forever to get it off. I felt sorry for the Kid. We've all heard the fucking sound of two sweaty bodies, flesh-on-flesh; but there it grew so loud everyone stopped in their tracks to stare. I nudged my way past the voyeurs to take a closer look. Inspired by the exuberance with which Daddy had used the Youth, the partygoers’ mood turned ominous, with catcalls to "Breed the Kid!" The Maestro finished and pulled out, leaving the Youngster twisting in the wind. Simon was wiped; his head was limp. I had to get him out of there before the other vultures got to him. I helped him over to the couch and gave him a roll of toilet paper with which to wipe himself. To my chagrin, when I turned around, he was back in the Sling again—another compatriot up his Ass. I had to hand it to the Kid—he had more Balls than Common Sense. A line had formed, and he took us all on. Never one to cast aspersions upon the joys of bareback sex, I joined the foray. The Queen ahead of me wasn't nearly big enough to fill the Boy's slack Cunt. But he pulled his Dick out, awash in Spooge, and jacked—and as he shot—he plunged back in and bathed the gutsy Youth in yet another Load of Poison Jizz. I inserted my Rod very gently in the Boy, his pulverized Pussy now leaking Crimson Spooge. I shifted to-and-fro to slosh around in the oceans of the Manseed, and knew I, too, could never cum in that cavernous morass. So I borrowed the trick the Queen had used—and jacked—till I added my Manseed to the potent Sperm Bank incubating in the Youth. Last of all, Big Daddy's Partner still hadn't had a chance. Though not nearly as endowed as his older Mate, he had a reputation for fucking Ass and fucking well. Meanwhile a toothless Old Troll bent over the Sling to suck the Youth. Overcome by the irresistible two-pronged assault, the Boy's Ass tightened up. Big Daddy's Lover suddenly found himself engulfed in a much tauter Hole. The Kid blew his Load in the toothless old Troll's mouth at the same time Daddy's Lover shot up his Ass. The Top pulled out, his PA dripping the prettiest pink Spunk. The afterbirth excited one Sick Pup, who used his syphilised lips to soothe the Youngster's pummeled Ass. That drove Simon insane! By then the party was winding down. Again I helped the Twink over to the couch. Disheveled hair, awash with sweat, swollen Ass Lips oozing speckled Cum, gobs of Spooge peppering his legs—he was a mess. I got the Boy a Coke to drink and he gulped it down, though I cautioned him to take it slow. He had to piss, and prolonged his stay—shitting God knows what—annoying those who wanted in the tiny downstairs john. Twice I had to check on him to make sure he was okay. The rest of the guys were showering and cleaning up, putting on their clothes and saying good-byes, with the usual exchange of hastily jotted names and numbers that would likely never see the light of day. We'd been among the first to arrive, and were the last to leave. Finally I got the Kid cleaned up enough to put on his clothes. By the time we got back to the motel, a mere 10 minutes away, his shorts were soaked again. I told him unless he douched (and we hadn't cum equipped for that) the Spooge would likely drip all night. As we climbed into bed my Dick sprang to life; but I knew the Kid couldn't take anymore, so I let him cuddle up against me—and like so, we fell asleep.
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I went to the Baths and hooked up with this Old Sleaze. He took me to his room and wanted to fuck me raw, but I insisted on a Condom. He pulled out a little bag of Tina, and drew out 5 lines. He snorted one and urged me to try it. I was a little nervous cause I'd never done drugs. He told me it was no different from Poppers, only stronger. So I tried one line and felt kinda weird. The Old Fucker complemented me on my stamina, and urged me to do another. I ended up snortin' all four and was fuckin’ flying. The Old Sleaze opened the door, hoisted my legs to his shoulders, and fucked the shit outta me. Then the Old Fucker put Tina on the Dickhead of some emaciated Lurker who'd observed the whole thing from the hall. The Lurker Creep plowed my Ass, too. The two of them colluded for a minute. I only overheard bits and pieces of their conversation cause my attention span was kinda short; but from what I gathered, the Old Fart was anxious to get rid of me, cause he hadda be on his way. The two of them escorted me to the basement and put me in a Sling. From then on everything was hazy. I drifted in and outta consciousness; but, by morning, I'd been fucked by maybe 20 guys. I tested POZ three months later, and have been a bareback devotee ever since. OK, so I've switched allegiance and now I am a Top. But that first time with meth was overwhelming. I'd relinquished all control over my body. I knew what I was doin' was risky and still forswore saying "no."
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