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I have a local buddy who just wrote an in-depth review of the latest 2024 edition of Darklands fetish and kink event in Antwerp, Belgium. When he described going to one of the event parties and standing on a balcony overlooking the dance floor, grabbing the rail and bending over and having tons of daddies coming up behind to breed and seed his hole, I started searching for flights to Belgium and next year’s event. Does anyone else have similar stories about the Darklands event? Here is the link to my buddy’s two-part review [think before following links] https://daily.squirt.org/leather-rubber-masters-subs-and-more-explore-the-first-part-of-darklands-2024/

I met this guy Steve at one of the gay bars through a mutual acquaintance and we hit it off pretty quickly and were flirting pretty heavy throughout the night. He was out with some friends and eventually they went off to another bar while he stayed chatting with me. Eventually he invited me back to his apartment which was only a few blocks away from the bar, he gave the rational of drinking for cheaper, but we both knew it was for more. We got inside and he asked me what I wanted. I was feeling bold so I just went up to him and kissed him. We made out for a minute and then he pulled me into his bedroom. We both stripped completely naked with him revealing a meaty 7 inch cut cock with a slight upward curve. He pushed me back on the bed and he got on top of me, his cock mashing up against my 6 inch cut cock. We kissed like that for a bit with our tongues dueling each other. He eventually kissed his way down my neck, chest, and stomach and took my cock in his mouth, gently sucking it. After a few minutes he rolled over on his back and I returned the favor, taking his cock into my mouth and pleasuring him. After a couple minute of that I laid down next to him on my back with my cock in my right hand and his in my left and slowly stroked us both. He grabbed a bottle of lube from his bedside table and lubed up both our cocks as I continued to stroke us both. After a couple minutes he rolled on top of me and started heavily making out. Our lubed dicks were sliding against each other again as he was gently thrusting his hips. He pulled back on one thrust and his cock slipped between my legs and started rubbing along my crack. I felt the bare head connect with my hole and he started a steady pressure pushing at it. I was in my early twenties at the time and was mostly topping, so I hadn't even prepared for bottoming. Also, I was insisting on guys using condoms so I could stay STI free. "You're gonna need a condom for that," I told him. "No problem," he said, and started looking through the drawer in his bedside table. After a few moments he said "fuck, I thought I had some." He got back on top of me and started kissing me again. Even though I wasn't bottoming much at the time I was hella horny and this guy had a great dick and I was kinda hoping he would fuck me. "Can I put it in just for a minute?" He asked me, his cock once again teasing my hole. "That's really risky," I told him. "I know but you're ass is so fucking hot," he said. "Let me just feel it for a minute and we can do a proper fuck another time," he said. It was the combination of alcohol and horniness that made me agree. "Fine," I said, "but just for a minute and you have to rim me first." "No problem," he said. He rolled me over on my stomach and spread my legs a bit apart as he got between them. I felt his tongue connect with my hole and immediately relaxed as I had been clenched pretty tight. He gave me an expert rim job for a few minutes that had me squirming beneath him. Eventually I felt him kiss his way up my back and to my neck and felt his ample cock nestle in my crack. He gave a few subtle thrust and I told him "use more lube." He got off my and a moment later I felt him spread my cheeks apart and cold lube dribbled on my hole. There was a pause where I assumed he was lubing his cock. I felt the slippery head connect with my hole and as if my sphincter had a mind of its own it spread open easily as he slid his raw cock slowly to the hilt in one go. He laid his full weight on my back and held himself there balls deep in my unprotected ass. "Oh fuck," I moaned. Normally it kinda hurts when I take a cock, but this time for some reason it went in easy, and my cock was rock hard from the combination of the risk of having a raw dick in my ass and said dick pressing against my prostate. He held still for about thirty seconds while kissing my neck, then I felt his hips start to move slowly and he started a shallow fuck. "I thought you were just gonna hold it there for a minute," I told him, "I don't want you cumming in me." "Don't worry, I'll pull out before I cum," he said, "I'll just fuck you long enough for you to get off. It feels good, doesn't it?" "Yeah," I said. Actually, it felt amazing. He started longer strokes and moving faster, this was quickly spiraling out of my control. The combination of the danger of having a guy I just met barebacking me and the fact his cock was perfect stimulating my prostate meant I could probably cum really fast in order to minimize the risk. "Let me up so I can jerk off," I told him, and started pushing my self up on to my hands and knees. He stayed inside me and got up on his knees as well. He had a mirrored closet door next to the bed and I looked over at the reflection of us as he started vigorously fucking me and I started jerking my cock. He noticed me looking and looked over as well. "Look how fucking hot we are," he said as he pistoned his bare dick back and forth in my hole. "I'm gonna blow my load across your back in no time." I watched in the mirror as his raw dick went in and out of me and felt like such a slut, knowing how risky this was but completely succumbing to my lust, telling myself it was fine because he was going to pull out and I was on my way to having a fantastic orgasm. Our bodies started to glisten with sweat as his hips pounded against my ass cheeks. This had started a few minutes ago with me thinking I'd just have a bare cock in me for just a minute and now this stud was full on fucking me to orgasm. I felt it started to build and knew it was going to be a good one when suddenly Steve slowed to a stop in my and kinda hunched and put a hand on my back. I looked back at him while wildly jerking and said "keep going, I'm almost there." "But," he said as I felt the intensity of my building orgasm start to diminish a little. "Fuck me!" I cried. He grabbed my hips and started thrusting again and I felt my orgasm start after a few thrusts and I heard him say "oh fuck I'm gonna cum" and he started to pull out. "Don't pull out yet ," I said, "I'm coming." My cock started spraying cum all over his bed as my orgasm crashed over me as Steve's cock perfectly ran back and forth over my prostate. "I'm cumming," he said but I barely registered what it meant as I collapsed down on the bed in a pool of my cum and Steve fell across my back, his cock buried deep in me. "Did you cum in me?" I asked after a few moments. "Yeah, sorry, my orgasm started right when you said don't pull out," he said. My rectum was full with a strangers load due to my horniness. He slowly pulled his cock out of me and rolled over on his back. I was surprised at how clean is cock was since I hadn't prepared at all. "Is that your first time barebacking?" He asked me. "No, a couple guys have fucked me bare before," I told him. "Did they shoot in you?" "One did," I told him, "I had the others pull out. I usually use condoms though." Our cocks had started to soften and we chatted for a few minutes. I asked to use the bathroom and even though I had that feeling of needing to take a dump, all that came out was his load. As I flushed it down my cock started to harden. I walked back into the bedroom. "That was quite a load," I told him. "Yeah?" he said, his cock starting to harden as well, "did you like seeing it come out of you?" "Yeah," I said, "not gonna lie, it's hella hot being bred even though it's risky." He grabbed his cock which was now at full mast. "Probably because it is risky," he said, "want another one? I can go again." I walked over to him and got on the bed and straddled him. "Probably shouldn't," I said as I grabbed the lube and lubed him up again. I could tell myself that the first time things had just gotten out of hand, but as I slid down his dick again I knew that I had no such excuse this time. He started fucking me again. "I'm not pulling out this time," he said as his raw cock once again massaged my prostate. I started jerking my own cock. I looked over at the mirror and then had him adjust so I could look back and see his cock thrusting up into my ass. Five minutes later he shot another load into me and I shot another one on his stomach. He scooped up my load and placed it on his cock and fucked it in to me. "There, that's three loads in you," he said. "When can I get a fourth?" I asked him. I had to wait until the morning for that one.

Just a lil low down going into the story So my neighbor and his wife split years ago. She left him and their son one day and never came back. So I was always,the helpful neighbor, and watched his son. Who is one year younger than my son. So it worked out. After my son left for college lil Seth was depressed and lonely I told him it will pass. What I didn't know if they were experiment together so that's why he was lookin like a sad puppy. But it's his 18th birthday in a month so I told his dad, who is going to be on a business trip in JAPAN for his sons bday, that il take care of it he will have a great time. His dad said ok and left for a month. The dad comes his dad had a brand new dodge ram rebel parked in the garage for him. So he woke up to a already great Day. Took him shopping to eat, and he was happy. But then we stopped to shoot some pool. Local tavern. His bday; I bought us some pitchers ( of soda....not) I didn't know that this is his actual first beer. So he is getting buzzed fast. I ended up carrying him out. He's laughing the whole way. Get him home. Up in his bed, take his shirt off and pants to get into bed. To my suprise when I took off his pants, his, 9in.....thick, pink tipped cock sprang out. My jaw dropped. And Seth says, " I knew it, I knew you liked cock." I said , yes I do. He says with a evil grin, I'm not that buzzed off beer, I wanted to pretend, cuz I want you Mr. Steve. I've wanted you since I started getting boners. But your son took care of it til now. He smacks his cock to my face, and says, and, with an evil grin again. "I've seen Poz Twitter account. SINCE the first time I started my addiction to you being my poz daddy I don't want anyone but u to be the one to seed me. He turns onto his stomach and pulls his undies down over his plump boy bubble butt and Says, you know u want to taste it. He spreads his cheeks and my tongue is buried. End of part one. To be continued....

Part 1 It all started at the nightclub The bass was a physical force, a deep, primal thrum that vibrated up from the soles of their feet and into their chests. Inside the packed club, the air was thick with heat, sweat, and the sweet, cloying scent of spilled drinks. Strobe lights sliced through the darkness, illuminating a sea of moving bodies. Jake stands at 5’11’’, brown hair, boyish food looks. Clean shaven. Average build. He’s wearing tight jeans and a sweat soaked black tank top. At 42, Jake moved with a comfortable confidence, his arm often finding its way around the waist of his partner, Chad. At 21, Chad was a vision of youthful energy. His lean, sweaty and hairless torso glistened under the lights, his brown hair plastered to his forehead with sweat. Every few minutes, his blue eyes would find Jake's, a silent, loving check-in in the chaotic environment. They were with another couple, longtime friends of Jake's. Asha, a sexy Arabic man, was impossible to miss. At 47, he was a towering, muscular presence with a thick, dark beard and a body covered in a dense mat of hair that was visible even in the dim light. His partner Andrew was a man of similar age, moved with a quieter grace beside him. It was the first time Chad and Asha had met, and an immediate, electric current sparked between them. It wasn't anything overt, just a series of lingering glances across the dance floor. When they found themselves near each other, Asha's hands would "accidentally" brush against Chad's side, and Chad would lean into the touch, a small, knowing smile playing on his lips. The flirting was a secret language spoken only between them, hidden in the chaos of the club. During a break, Chad slipped away to the restroom. The line was long, but a muscular, tattooed guy with dilated pupils and a wide grin leaned in close. “You’re fucking adorable. First time?" he'd asked, not waiting for an answer before pressing 2 small pills into Chad's palm. "For a better time." Chad didn't hesitate. He popped one in his mouth and swallowed it with a sip of water. He found Asha near the bar and, under the guise of pointing something out, pressed the pill into his hand. Asha's fingers closed around it, his dark eyes meeting Chad's with a flash of understanding and raw hunger. Asha popped it into his mouth without a second thought, swallowing it dry. The next hour was a blur. The music seemed to melt into a single, continuous wave of euphoria. Chad felt a profound connection to everyone, to the music, to the lights. He danced with Jake, but his eyes kept finding Asha, who was now moving with an uninhibited, primal energy, his body a force of nature on the dance floor. Finally, the lights came up, signaling the end of the night. The spell was broken. The four men, sweaty and exhausted, piled into a taxi back to the hotel. In the quiet of the car, the energy shifted. Chad rested his head on Jake's shoulder, the secret of the pill and the stolen glances with Asha buzzing under his skin. The hotel suite was cool and quiet after the club's sensory overload. It had two bedrooms, linked by a single, large master bathroom. Jake and Chad headed for one room, Asha and his partner for the other. Doors closed, and the suite fell silent. Jake was already half-asleep, but Chad was wide awake, the ecstasy still humming through his veins. He needed to piss. He slipped out of bed, padding silently across the carpet and pushing open the door to the shared bathroom. The light was on. Asha was there, standing in front of the toilet, his muscular frame tense. He was fully naked, his hairy body on display. He seemed to be struggling, his brow furrowed in concentration. A common, frustrating side effect of ecstasy. Chad didn't say a word. He walked by the sink, catching Asha's gaze in the mirror. A slow, confident smile spread across Chad's face. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his briefs and slid them down his lean legs. His cock, soft and perfect, sprang free. He pulled back the foreskin, exposing the pink head, and aimed at the toilet right next to Asha. Asha watched, transfixed, his own forgotten frustration melting away. Chad let out a soft sigh of relief as a long, powerful stream of piss shot from him, hitting the water with a loud, satisfying hiss. He held Asha's gaze the entire time, a look of pure, unadulterated pleasure on his face. He was pleased with himself, with the effect he was having on this powerful, older man. As his stream began to slow, Chad's free hand moved. He reached over and wrapped his fingers around Asha's thick, hairy cock. It was already hardening in his grasp, hot and heavy. Asha let out a low groan, his head falling back. Chad shook off the last drops, then turned to face Asha fully. There was no need for words. The secret flirting, the shared pill, the charged silence in the bathroom—it all led here. Chad sank to his knees, his blue eyes looking up at Asha's bearded face. He took the thick cock into his mouth, tasting the salt of his skin. Asha's hands tangled in Chad's brown hair, his hips thrusting forward gently. The blowjob was wet and hungry, but it was only the beginning. After a few minutes, Asha pulled Chad to his feet and spun him around, bending him over the cool marble of the bathroom counter. He spat into his hand and worked the saliva into Chad's tight, hairless hole. Chad pushed back, eager for it. Asha positioned himself behind him, the thick head of his cock pressing against Chad's entrance. He pushed in slowly, a deep guttural moan escaping his lips as he sank into the younger man's heat. Chad bit his lip to keep from crying out, his hands braced against the counter. The sex was quiet but fierce. A frantic, desperate coupling. Asha's hips pistoned, driving his bare cock deep into Chad's ass. The only sounds were their ragged breaths, the slap of skin against skin, and the low, muffled groans they tried to suppress. Asha's hairy chest pressed against Chad's smooth back, his beard scratching at Chad's neck. It was raw, primal, and utterly intoxicating. Chad could feel his own orgasm building, his cock trapped between his body and the counter. Asha reached around, his rough hand wrapping around Chad's shaft and stroking him in time with his thrusts. “That’s it baby, let go. Cum for me”. That was all it took. Chad's body tensed, and he came hard, his cum spilling onto the marble floor and cabinet doors below. The clenching of Chad's ass pushed Asha over the edge. With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and unloaded deep inside Chad, his body shuddering with the force of his release. For a moment, they stayed like that, panting, their bodies slick with sweat. Then, slowly, Asha pulled out. They cleaned themselves up in silence, the air thick with what they'd just done. Not a word was spoken. Chad slipped back into his bedroom. Jake was still sound asleep. Chad slid into bed, his body thrumming with a post-sex, post-ecstasy glow. He could feel Asha's cum leaking out of him, a warm, sticky reminder of the secret encounter in the bathroom. He closed his eyes, the image of Asha's powerful, hairy body burned into his mind, and drifted into a deep, dreamless sleep. Stay tuned for part 2.

I discovered a sauna in a run-down part of town in walking distance from my office. The reviews said it was a bit sleazy and was a sauna for “men not twinks” which I found intriguing. So I headed off there one afternoon. The guy who let me in through the nondescript door in a side street was probably in his fifties, pudgy and wearing tee-shirt and shorts. He smiled as he charged me the entrance fee. “New here, aren’t you?” he asked. I nodded as he handed me my key. “Well, enjoy,” he remarked with a grin. It was pretty run-down and smelled a bit of damp. As I was getting undressed, a nude man appeared beside me. He was old and skinny with a paunch and he had a big cock hanging down with some foam around it where he had shaved his pubes. “That’s better,” he commented in a thick, phlegmy voice. adding "I like it smooth.” I said something neutral and stripped off my pants. “Nice tatts” he remarked, looking at the designs on my bottom and arms. “Thanks,” I answered. I wasn’t used to this kind of direct talk, and felt excited as I headed to the sauna. After a while, he came in and sat beside me. He wasn’t wearing a towel and his cock was semi-hard against his thigh. “Least it’s a bit warmer in here, eh? Bit cold outside. First time?” “Yes,” I replied. Nodding, he asked my name and followed-up with some general questions, his hand resting idly on my thigh as his fingers caressed my cock. I gasped, but he was quite nonchalant and talking about the weather as he stroked me to full erection. “Nice cock," he remarked, adding “You bottom or top?” His blunt question somewhat embarrassed me, but still I was able to answer "Well, bottom mostly.” His cock was erect now, thick and covered in veins. I also notice he had apparently at some point slid a cock ring around his tool. “Want to fuck?” I didn’t know what to say, but not wanting to appear naïve or nervous, I just shrugged and answered “Sure.” He levered himself off the bench and I followed his flaccid, wrinkled buttocks along the corridor (he hadn’t bothered with a towel) until we reached a room with a large, oval bed in the middle. Tossing a small bottle on the mattress he muttered “Poppers, if you want em.” There were some packets of lube on the side. He tore one open and rubbed it on his cock, then pushed me onto my knees commanding "Bend forward and rest your head on your arms.” When I was in position he asked rather incongruously, “So what do you think of the place, then?” “Not bad...”I started to reply, feeling this was a weird time to be starting a conversation, but then I felt his bare cock pushing into my arsehole. I gasped as I opened for him and after a brief struggle, the big head slid up me in a rush. "Don’t - don’t you want a …condom?” I asked. He was deep in me now and starting to thrust slowly in and out, making me sigh with pleasure, answering “Nah, I hate the things and haven’t used them since I was diagnosed. Here, take some poppers," handing me the bottle, even as my mind took in what he’d said: I was being fucked raw by a poz cock. I took a sniff and felt myself relax into it. He was sliding rhythmically in and out, all the time talking to me as if we were waiting for a bus or something. It was bizarre, and yet it seemed to distract me from worrying about what I was doing. Suddenly, the door opened and the pudgy guy from the front desk came in with a black bin-liner. “Don’t mind me!” he commented, adding “Seen it all before. Just emptying the bins.” He bustled around clearing up, when all the time I was kneeling there being fucked. “Nice bum,” he remarked, stroking his crotch. “Many in today, Bill?” asked the man fucking me, although in truth he was beginning to pant and his movements were getting more urgent. “Yeah, a few now, Sid. Mostly regulars." Sid gasped and said “Hang…hang on. I think I’m going to cum. Yep…here it cums!” With that his cock swelled and throbbed and I realised to my horror that he was filling me with spunk. “Nice,” he commented contentedly, stepping back one or two steps so his cock flopped out and a dollop of slimy cum slid down my balls. The other man, Bill, dropped his shorts and a stubby erection sprang up stiffly under his flabby belly. Before I even had time to react, he got behind me, steadied my bottom with one hand and thrust his cock into me with the other. It was so matter of fact, so nonchalant without even asking I just sagged in shock as he began to thrust eagerly in and out. “Put..put the kettle on….Sid," he gasped, explaining “I’ll make a cuppa when I’m done.” Bill nodded and left as Sid worked his way to orgasm. “Gah!” He gasped at last “ Fucking beautiful!” He pushed hard against me and came in me, stroking my thighs and panting happily as he spurted. “Phew! Nice one!” he remarked as he withdrew, giving my bottom a playful slap. “Want some tea?” He pulled some tissue from the dispenser on the wall and wiped his dripping cock before stepping into his shorts. I just nodded and followed him downstairs, numb with what had happened. There was a small patio with a table and two plastic chairs. Sid sat on one reading a paper. On the other was a pool of what looked like sperm. Sid saw me looking and said “Some dirty bastards in here, alright.” I suddenly felt helpless with the filthiness of it all, and yet the pure animal pleasure excited me. Slowly I lowered myself into the seat, feeling the anonymous spunk oozing between my buttocks and coating my hole. Sid looked up and said “You’re not poz, are you?” I shook my head. “How did you know?” He shrugged. “Something about your face upstairs, the shock when I said I had been diagnosed.” He turned back to his paper and lit a cigarette. “Anyway, better get used to it. Neither Bill nor I are on meds, so you’re probably pregnant already.”

I've lost track of how many times I've been asked if I'm clean in the midst of fucking. Maybe it's just me, but if you're truly concerned, don't you think it might be best to ask before you're in balls deep? And let's be realistic, tests only prove that you were STI free or negative at the moment of testing.

Carrying on from the prologue, the set-up, the birth of this here cheater, let’s move onward into first boyfriend territory proper. In the beginning the cheating was definitely a trickle rather than a flood; I saw Aiden and Rob whenever I passed near theirs, and there were a few furtive encounters closer to home with other students and the occasional hookup from the local gay bar. Every time I was wracked with guilt, and promised myself I wouldn’t do it again, but a curious pattern emerged; the more risky the sex got, the hotter it was. If Tim was nearby, or if the person knew people we knew, just about anything that made it a worse idea got me rock hard. I rarely ever used protection when I got fucked, and that really kept me awake at night, lying next to my loving boyfriend with a stranger’s load buried in my guts, wondering if this was going to be the time I’d caught something. My only solace there was that Tim and I were still using protection at this point, so anything that came of it would come to me alone. One thing I wasn’t doing at all, and had never really done, was topping. Yes, I’d had my dick in people, including Tim, but it had never done much for me; I was too self-conscious, too clumsy, I couldn’t find a rhythm or motion that got either of us anywhere. Every time I tried, I’d inevitably panic and get the flop, so I just ended up bottoming 99% of the time. That was going to change pretty soon… I’d taken Tim back to my hometown to meet the parents (who disapproved) and my old friends (who approved), and while we were there I decided to take him to the only gay club within thirty miles, over in the next town. I’d gone a lot with a fake ID before I’d left for uni, and it was still the same seedy, battered, run down little concrete block it always was (and still is, I think). The drinks were cheap, the music was fun (and always ended with Dolly Parton), and the crowd was nice enough. I saw a few familiar, plutonic, faces, and we were having a great time until we ran into Craig and his boyfriend David. Now, I had last seen Craig when we were 15 and were nervously holding hands on a park bench. He’d been sweet enough but I’d never felt like he actually liked me that much, and I hadn’t really paid much mind to him since then. A few years makes all the difference though, and Craig at 18 made my dick jump to attention. What had been gawky was now lean, where there had been softness there were now cheekbones I could cut my hand on, where there had been awkwardness there was now a calm cool I desperately, desperately coveted. He seemed surprisingly pleased to see me, and we introduced our boyfriends, and spent the rest of the night together as a group, drinking and dancing and playing pool. David was a tall, muscular, brooding guy, and he was sweet enough but it didn’t seem like there was all that much going on behind the eyes, y’know? Still, he was really hot, and, I jealously thought, several weight classes above me in looks. It was about 1am when it happened, and we were all quite drunk, Tim was being distracted by a lively hen party who’d taken a shine to him, and I had excused myself to the bathroom, going to the one tucked away upstairs to avoid the queue at the main one. I was just about to shut the cubicle door when a hand caught it, and Craig slipped in behind me. We looked at each other, both standing perfectly still in that breath-catching moment before you do the deed; I don’t know who moved first but suddenly our tongues were in each other’s mouths and our hands were everywhere and I was so terrified and horny that I didn’t even notice my belt coming away in his hands. Someone in there must have heard me moan as he dropped to his knees and took my whole throbbing cock in his mouth to the hilt, but I didn’t give a shit at that point. I cursed at him when he stopped and stood up, job unfinished, and he just looked me in the eye and said "I want more of that", before leaving me there, pants round my ankles with a raging hardon in some grubby club toilet. I returned to the boyfriends expecting disaster, but turns out Craig has a poker face like no other. The evening finished without incident, we swapped numbers, and away we went. I tried to forget it, until I got a text the next morning; "Meet me later?". Luckily, Tim was heading back to uni that day, while I had planned to stay several more, so I put him on a train that afternoon and headed to Craig’s town, anxious and aroused in equal measure. The Where turned out to be a problem; we were both staying with our parents, both too broke for a hotel, neither of us owned a car… so he convinced me to take a walk in the nearby woods. I pointedly didn’t ask about David, and he pointedly didn’t ask about Tim, and we walked in mostly silence until he took my hand and guided me off the path, into a little muddy clearing, and before I knew it my jeans were round my ankles and the head of my dick was hitting Craig’s tonsils. This boy knew what he came here for, and right then I felt like I was just along for the ride. I moaned quietly as he got my dick good and wet, before he stood up abruptly. “Sit down", he commanded, and I do, even though the mud and leaves are now all over my clothes and bare ass. Craig has taken off his shorts, and without ceremony straddles me, spits on his hand, applies it to his hole and my still wet dick, and with a grunt takes every inch of me in one go. Now, I’m not a small guy, so I was kinda impressed, but also it felt fucking amazing, like a warm velvet glove around my cock. He’s soon sliding up and down me, and as I grab his hips I finally find that top rhythm that had eluded me for years. The mud is seeping into everything, but I don’t give a shit, I just needed my dick to be as far inside this guy as possible. Not content with being ridden like a prize race horse, I roll us both over, dick still firmly inside him, until he’s the one on his back in the mud. As his legs wrap around me we stop for a moment and just look at each other, and as I start to thrust into him again I lean down for our first kiss of the encounter. "I’ve wanted to do this for years", he whispers as I slowly thrust into him. I had to laugh right there, rolling in the mud with my bare dick balls-deep in this guy who I hadn’t seen in years, who I hadn’t even thought was into me in the first place, both of us with loving, unknowing partners waiting for us, finding out I could have been doing this years ago. "You’re kidding me right?" I chuckle. He moans as a slow, long thrust hits his spot. "It might not have been as fun I guess", and the gleam in his eye as he says this tells me this isn’t his first rodeo cheating on David. We’re face to face, my weight holding him down, and as another thrust makes his eyes roll back I feel a sense of power I’d never felt during sex before. "We’re going to do this again." I say, and it’s not a question, and he must have felt the power dynamic shifting too because he just nods his head and whispers "Fuck me". Years of being railed finally pays off, and I go through every stroke and pace that every decent fuck has used on me. Long, deep strokes like Tim, insanely hard, fast thrusts like Aiden, gentle, intimate ones like Rob, bouncing, furious ones like Stephen and every other one I can replicate. Craig is gasping and holding on to me for dear life, and I’m getting pretty close when he freezes. "Shit, someone’s coming", and now I’m being quiet I can hear the voices too. We’re quite concealed from the path, but not that far from it, and the man and woman sound like they’re literally right on top of our spot. I shift a bit, still rock hard inside him, and he can’t help but let out a quiet moan. I clamp a hand over his mouth and whisper for him to be quiet, and as he nods I feel his dick twitch against my abs and see in his eyes that he is fucking *loving* this. The voices are starting to move past, but I keep my hand firmly over his mouth as I start to move inside him again, feeling his tight hole clench my dick whenever I hit a certain point. I keep him there, pinned down and gagged, silently fucking him until I’m sure we’re alone again, at which point I violently pull out of him (secretly enjoying his muffled cry from under my hand 😈), and forcefully turn him over. I’d never actually seen his butt before, and it was a fucking beautiful, perky thing, even covered in leaves and mud. I pull him to his knees, spit onto his waiting hole, and, a little awkwardly since my legs are still very much tangled in my jeans, mount him in one long, rough motion. The chain was well and truly off now, and I went at him like my life depended on it; his t-shirt started to rip as I used it to pull him back onto my thrusts, and I could see that the hand gripping his waist was starting to leave marks. I could tell he was jerking underneath me, and I could feel the pressure building in my own loins as I reached forward and pulled him upright by his sandy blonde hair. I kissed his neck, hard, to which he pulled away enough to turn and look at me, "If you give me a fucking love bite I’ll never let you cum in me again". "Again?" I ask him, slowing my thrusts for a moment. He smiles and raises a crooked eyebrow, "You weren’t gonna pull out, were you?". Fuck me but this guy is driving me absolutely wild, I don’t even have a response to that, so I just hold his head facing me and look him in the eyes as I pick up the pace again. He’s in fucking heaven from the expression on his face, and it isn’t long until he lets out a moan and starts shooting ropes over the forest floor. Feeling his hole clench as he orgasms sends me over the edge, and I lean into him, one hand pushing his face forward and down into the mud while the other pulls his hips up. I cum harder than I’ve ever cum from being fucked, it feels like I’m shooting my soul straight into his guts, and I moan so loud I’m sure someone somewhere heard it. We collapse into a muddy, sweaty, spunky pile and lie there catching our breath. "I take it we’re not going to talk about the boyfriends", I say, to which he murmurs a "Fuck no". I turn to look at him, "You know, that’s the first time I’ve ever really fucked anyone", a confession which gets a genuine look of surprise from him. "No fucking way?!". I grin; that look tells me I did well, "Yup. Any feedback?". "You need to practise. A lot. With me. Then you might be ok. Maybe." "Bastard. I’ll be back in two weeks, pencil me in,” I laugh, and with that we start pulling ourselves together. Everything is a mess, but we clean ourselves up as best we can and head home. There are other stories about Craig I could tell here, but that first time blowing my load inside someone, man it was something else. I was now and forever officially 50/50 vers. Oh, and when I finally got to cum inside Tim months later? I told him he was the first like I hadn’t already been painting Craig’s insides at every opportunity. Poor guy. 😂 Hope you enjoyed this rather detailed story, any comments, critiques, or feedback is welcome! Til next time!

I'm sitting in the waiting room, looking through the many hook up apps on my phone and wait to be called into the doctor's office. I'm here for my regular PrEP tests and consultation with Doctor John. Annoyingly, he always turns these appointments into a lecture about responsible sex. I understand his professional need to do it, but it's so annoying, I want my pills no lecture. While I look through the many pictures, I stumble upon a headless torso with a biohazard tattoo. It is so sexy, I never saw one in real life, but the fantasy has been in my mind for years now. Finally my name is called. I give the profile a quick Like and put my phone into my jacket. Doctor John is distracted today and does not give me his usual lecture, but I don't question it. As soon as I have my receipt, I'm out of the office and on to the apps again. Sadly, the headless biohazard torso hasn't reacted yet, so I decide to write him a message with an offer to see some spicy pictures of me. Let's see if this raises his interest. As I couldn't manage to secure a hook up for the afternoon, I decided to go to my new gym to get at least some cardio today. After almost two hours I look at myself in the locker room's mirror and I'm quite contend. Finally, I have achieved to become a little more buff and bigger, which suits my hairy chest way better than my old slim frame. I like that the work pays finally off and that my ass has become the main attraction, if just someone would fill it with his cum. I take a last look at myself and go to my locker, when the locker room's door opens. To my surprise it is Doctor John and I'm quite startled as I don't think he lives nearby. Luckily he doesn't see me as he is glued to his phone, but I watch him walk to a locker and start to change. I never noticed how muscular he was, I knew he was athletic, but I had no idea how ripped he was. He pulled his boxer briefs down and I almost forgot to breath. The biohazard tattoo from the app earlier was shining above his beautiful 9'' cock. I turned around quickly and took my phone from my locker. I opened the app and saw that the headless torso had messaged me with some sexy pictures. I send a flame emoji and hear the phone of Doctor John beeping. It is him... What the fuck. (Three months later) It is my next appointment with Doctor John, but this time I have a surprise for him. I am the last patient, I especially asked for the last possible appointment of that day, because headless biohazard tattoo torso will learn with whom he has been sexting for the last months. Surprisingly, he never asked for a face pic and I didn't either. What Doctor John does not know is, that I stopped taking my pills for two weeks now and that I plan to take his gifted seed. 'MIke, you can come in now' Doctor John calls me into his office 'So let's go over this quickly, then you can have your tests' 'No need for that Doctor, I won't be taking the pills any more, I decided there is no need for it' 'But, what Mike, what are you talking about?" 'Doctor John or should I say "HazardlyGifted" you will convert me today' I put my phone on his desk, with our whole chat visible. He is shocked at first, but then I notice a predatory spark in his eyes. Doctor John stand up without uttering a word and leaves the office. I hear conversations outside and after a few minutes people seem to leave. I decide to go a step further and strip myself completely naked, taking a seat in Doctor John's chair. It takes another few minutes, but finally Doctor John comes back in and there is no nervousness, just an obvious hunger and lust. 'Well, I guess you better get to work if you want that load from me.' Doctor John is right in front of me at the edge of his desk. I push the chair back and kneel in front of him. As I start to take in his scent, I notice a little wet spot on his pants. Apparently, the Doctor is already leaking some precum. I don't want to lose any of this magnificent toxic juice and pull his pants down quickly. Either Doctor John goes commando or he changed before coming back, because his half erect cock is already pointing at me. Without a moments hesitation I take the head of this beautiful cock into my mouth and start to suck him off. His precum tastes sweeter than I imagined, but the husky, sweaty scent of his pubes almost makes me come. This is a real man and I want him inside me. I stand up and look him in the eyes. 'I want your poz load deep inside me, I want every inch of your cock raw inside me' Without a word, he takes me by the hips and switches our places, so that I am now bending over the desk and he stands behind me. I feel his hard cock at my hole and he starts with first dry thrusts. Then I hear him spit, first on my hole, which he caresses with his finger and then a second loud spit, but it doesn't hit me, I guess he is preparing his cock. 'As you want me completely raw, you will not have the luxury of lube to handle my poz cock. But I guess my spit and precum will already be lube enough' 'Fuck me! Give me you poz cum, please' I plead. His cock is now thrusting more eager against my hole and with a sudden stronger thrust his cock's head slips into me. I moan loudly, but the Doctor isn't gentle. He keeps pushing stronger and almost half of his cock is already inside me. Then he pulls out completely and slams his cock forcefully into my body, burying his cock deep inside me. Because of the mix of pleasure and pain I already come on his desk, but this is just the beginning of this fuck. The Doctor is now pushing rhythmically in and out of my hole, staying inside for longer periods of time. He hits my prostate with relentless precision and despite my handsfree cum explosion, I am already rock hard again. 'Mike, I have to say, you take my poz cock really nicely. Let's see how you can handle my toxic seed' Doctor John keeps fucking me for almost 15 minutes before he finally shoots his poz load inside me. He collapses on my back and pushes me on his desk. My cock still hard, but already leaking again. Two more load have escaped me during our fuck. When he finally stands up and his half hard cock slips out of my hole, I finally register that I just took my first knowing poz load and I feel exhilarated. 'That was awesome' I say, turning around and looking at the naked, sweaty body of Doctor John in his chair. 'Yeah, it was. We will have to do that again, you are mine now. I have marked you as my own, this gift cannot go to waste' I push myself from the desk and walk over the other side to get my clothes, when I suddenly feel his hands around my waist. He turns me around and as we are standing both naked in the middle of the office, I know this journey has just begun. Doctor John pulls me towards him and we seal this new reality with a deep, longing kiss. His warm cum buried deep inside me.

This is a short story of how a fuckbuddy made me (we were both in our mid-20's back then) his regular ass eater. A few years ago, I was looking for a date on Grindr, nothing special. I discovered a smooth XL twink with the most amazing ass I've ever seen. We started texting and he was looking for someone to eat his ass out. A few hours later, freshly shaved and with a raging boner, I was on my way to his place. When I arrived, he was already naked and stroking his impressive XL cock. I never would have expected such a tool on a twink like him. The only thing I could think of was getting between his legs and start working. After taking my clothes off, he quickly commanded me to lay on the bed, handed me some poppers and started to press his junk into my face. For almost an hour, I sucked his dick, licked his smooth hole and fucked him with my tongue. With each minute his hole got looser, until I could stick my tongue in completely, so I could suck on his asshole. I forgot everything around me and just focused on sucking out his insides. In between, he sat on my still fully hard cock to further loosen his hole, which he immediately pressed, squatting over my face, onto my mouth. After handing me the bottle of poppers for the last time, he suddenly lifted his ass from my face and placed his cock onto my tongue, releasing the biggest load I have seen to date. His seed filled my mouth and the taste of his perfect ass mixed with the salty taste of twink cum. After swallowing the mouthful of cum, he rode my cock until I finally covered his insides with my cum and we both panted, exhausted from over an hour of pure joy. As he was quite the power bttm, whenever he was super horny, he told me to come over and be a good rimslut for him, and swallow another load, which I happy did. But one day, our routine changed. He told me, he had a surprise for a greedy cumslut like me and I couldn't think straight for the whole day, until it was finally time to serve him again. When I arrived, everything seemed normal and I began my service like I always did. But when I started eating him out, I noticed his hole was already quite loose, no comparison to the tight smooth hole I was used to. "Stick your tongue out slut!" he told me, when suddenly cum started dripping from his hole. Thanks to the usual hit of poppers I lost all inhibitions and started sucking on his hole like a wild animal. This horny twink just pushed some strangers cum into my mouth and made me clean out his hole. He told me a young couple he knew wanted to fuck him right before I arrived and since I so greedily devoured his loads, he assumed I wouldn't mind some random loads thrown into the mix. It was one of the first times I felched someone and the first time I didn't know whose cum I was eating there. But him telling the story and describing the couple, while I tasted their mixed seed immediately sent me over the edge. Since then, he always managed to find some hot guys breeding him, before we met, so there was always some cum for me to suck out of his guts. One time, he even found a young top that was totally into feeding his loads to guys and he was still there when I arrived. He closely watched me, while his cum slowly dribbed out of my fuckbuddy's hole into my mouth and asked me if I liked his taste. Unfortunately, I moved to a new town for a job, but whenever I am visitng my home town, I text him so there is a cummy hole for me to feast on.

Hey guys. I've been reading these forums for a while but this is my first time posting. I've barebacked with ex boyfriends before and barebacked occasionally during a drunk one night stand or two, but as a lot of you seem to have felt, I've always known that I love barebacking and that the idea of taking loads from strangers or groups is the absolute hottest thing in the world to me. I can't get off to porn with condoms and even thinking about getting in a sling at a bathhouse and taking endless raw dick makes me hard as fuck. But, like a lot of people, I am still scared to just start taking loads left and right like I want to. I feel like this is a pretty normal hesitation and deep down I think eventually I'll turn into a complete cumdump, but it's hard to know when to take the first step. So I was just wondering for those of you who went through a similar process, what was it that finally set you over the edge and made your fantasies start to be realities?

38 y/o married guy here, been downlow fucking guys since I was 18, and can def count on one hand how many guys and trans girls have fucked me. Had a buddy back in 2014 that I started bottoming for that was only for a few months, but I think I’ll write about that another day. Anyway I was at work on Thursday and scrolling through grindr just browsing, like always lol. Came across an older black guy and we exchanged pics, his profile said he was a verse top so I thought this would be a good chance for me to finally get fucked (it’s been over a year). I’ve been planning this for myself for weeks, bought the fleet cleanser and have it at the office ready. I was almost discouraged from going over because after he saw my pics he said I looked like a good size for him to bottom. I told him I was looking to bottom these days but we can still swap some head, fast forward I go to the bathroom and get cleaned out, finish up some work andleave the office, before heading there I stop at the sex store to get some poppers. I finally arrive at his apartment and we damn near get straight to it, he’s taking my clothes off grabbing on my dick, and we head to his bedroom. He was definitely an experienced sucker, had to keep telling him to slow down, it had been 3 weeks since I’ve cum so I was extra sensitive lol. We end up 69ing, he starts rubbing on my hole, and flips me off to rim me doggy style, I tell him I cleaned out and I want to fuck. He has a 7” with a fat head, while he’s reaching in his nightstand for lube he tells me that fat head might hurt going in, I just said I’m ready for it. He gets me kneeling doggy on the edge of his bed and stands behind me, the poppers I just opened and hit helped but I guess I was truly ready because there was slight pressure and it popped right on in, it felt so amazing. He started fucking me slow, working his way deeper and after a few minutes he was all the way in, and stayed there for a minute before I took another hit of jungle juice and passed it to him. As soon as he closed that bottle he started to really fuck me, and I felt like a true bottom bitch throwing it back on him, he grabbed my arms behind me and started to really deep fuck me, it felt like heaven. we fucked like that for about 15 minutes before he finally told me he was about to cum, and I started bouncing back even harder and he took the hint and blew his nut in me, and I collapsed on the bed. I definitely needed that, and think I’ll keep him as my new buddy. Leaving his place it definitely hit me, I will usually wear a condom when I top until they become a regular buddy, but all the times I’ve decided to bottom it’s been raw, and there’s never been a conversation about it besides asking about status, I just turn into a sub and go with whatever happens.

This story is fiction, and should be read as such. Parts of the story loosely evolve around some of my own experiences, but mostly is purely my own fantasy. I never experienced anything against my free will, drugged nor exploited against my will or knowledge. That is fantasy to spice up the story. Not even my age in the story is right. If you don’t agree to the theme, including drugs and pozzing, and how the story evolves, you should not read this story. Chapter 1: Berlin “He’s coming to. Give him another booty bump!” a voice said. “No, please!” I begged. “Shut up, faggot!” A hand slapped my face, and someone stuffed a rag in my mouth. My hands were tied and I couldn’t move them. I was blindfolded. Everything was dark. Something big rammed me up my ass, and I thought it was going to rip me in half. I tried to scream but the rag was muffling most of the sound. I was getting forcefully gangbanged by a group of skinheads I have never met before that night. How did this happen? How did I get here? I tried to gather my thoughts, but I felt disoriented and my memory was fuzzy. I was 18 the first time I went to Berlin, fresh out of high school. Actually it was the first time I ever went anywhere abroad without my parents and sister. I was supposed to travel with my boyfriend for two years, but he had broken up with me a couple of weeks earlier. Even if he didn’t want to come, I never told my parents. I don’t think they would have agreed with me traveling by myself anyway. You know, being their only boy and mommy’s little cornerstone and all. No experience from the big and dangerous world. My dad had offered to take me to the airport that morning, but I told him that I would go with Martin, my boyfriend. I never told my parents that we’ve broken up. His uncle was going to drive us. Another lie. I took the train. By myself. To cut the story short, I made it to Berlin. Didn’t have any clue how to get to my pre-booked hotel, that is, the one that Martin had booked for us. I just took a cab. Turned out the hotel was in Schöneberg, which turned out to be the main gay district of Berlin. Actually seeing all the pride flags all over gave me a hard on. When I checked in at the hotel, it was just around noon, and I had no idea what to do, so I signed up for a hop-on-hop-off bus tour, so at least I could say I’ve seen the city. After dinner I wanted to go to a gay bar, as I’ve never been to one before. The first place I walked by with a pride flag on it was Connection Club, but it didn’t seem to open until later. Right next to it was a fetish store. I stopped to look for a moment, but all the fetish stuff they were selling didn’t really interest me, and I really wanted to visit a gay bar for the first time. Prinzknecht right next to it seemed to be open. I stepped inside, and it was actually quite crowded. I went to the counter, where the bartender asked me something in German, which I didn’t understand. Being only 18 I wasn’t much experienced in bars in general either, so I kinda stottered “A beer?” Even forgot the “please”. Noticing my insecurity, and not quite knowing what kind of beer, he just handed me a lager. I paid him and started looking for a place to sit down. I found one spot by the window. I noticed a lot of the men in there staring at me. I was too scared to talk to any of them. That beer probably went down too fast. I ordered another one. Two beers later, still haven’t said a word to anybody. Just noticing that the other guys stared at me from top to bottom. I asked the bartender where the toilet was, and he pointed to the back of the room. I had to pass an awful lot of men to get there. Their eyes were following my every step and movement. I emptied my bladder at the pissoir. Men from the bar walked by me, tried to make eye contact. They continued through an opening in the back of the bathroom and down some stairs. What was there, I thought. The curiosity got the better of me, and I followed. Men were standing in dark corners, like they were waiting for something. I walked into a dark room. It was pit dark as my eyes hadn’t adjusted yet. Someone took my hand a led it towards his crotch. I felt his cock. Another bearded leather guy put his hand on my ass and squeezed it. I moaned, most out of the surprise being groped by strange men. I felt uncomfortable with the whole situation. When a hand moved inside my jeans, and a finger tried to force itself inside my asshole, I panicked. I pulled away, and found my way back to the stairs. I ran back upstairs, moved quickly through the bathroom and the bar and back onto the street. I stopped for a moment to catch my breath. That’s when I met Gabriel. “Hey, are you okay?” he asked. I looked up at the hot looking latino. I was about to tell him about my unwanted attention in the basement at the Prinzknecht, but decided not to. For an experienced gay guy this was probably exactly what he would have been expecting in a dark room behind the gay bar. I had read many gay stories and seen videos posted on the internet. Those videos had also turned me on, but never having experienced anything like this, and being all by myself in a gay bar for the first time, it scared me not being in control. So I just told Gabriel that I wanted to get away from two guys who had tried to rob me, and had been chasing me around a couple of blocks. A lie, and Gabriel probably knew it. He could have seen me coming out of Prinzknecht. He was friendly and didn’t show that he didn’t believe my story. He told me that he was originally from Portugal, but that he lived in Berlin. We chatted for a while. He was easy to talk to, and I probably told him way more about myself than I should have. Even about the break up with my boyfriend. He asked me if I was on PrEP, but when I didn’t seem know what that was, he just said “Not important” and blew it off. Then he asked me if I wanted to come over to his place. I didn’t hesitate, and said yes. It was when I entered his apartment he told me that he charged 200 euros for an hour, or 400 for the whole night. “What? You’re an escort?” I asked, being shocked. He had been flirting with me, but I hadn’t expected him to be a prostitute. Being inexperienced, I hadn’t seen the signs. “I don’t have that kind of money,” which was true, being a student at home. I expected Gabriel to be mad at me, but he was calm. Instead he suggested that we went to bar, and continue our conversation. I should have refused and go back to my hotel, but in a strange way I liked Gabriel, so I agreed to his suggestion. We went to bar called Bull. There were not many people there, even at 11 p.m. What I found out later was that Bull didn’t get full until the other bars closed, but I didn’t know that then. Gabriel said he wanted to buy me a drink, and asked me what I wanted. After what had happened on my first day so far, I wanted to be sober and stay in control, so no other surprises would occur. “A coke,” I said. Gabriel stood up and went to the bar. When he was there he talked to a couple of skinheads that he obviously knew. He brought me the coke, said he was sorry, but there was something he had to take care of, but added he would be right back, and went back to the two skinheads. They went into the backroom and were gone for a couple of minutes. After a few minutes he came back to me, and I noticed that he had a big pile of what seemed like 50 euro bills that he put in his pocket. He sat down, and asked me if everything was fine. “Sure,” I said. I didn’t take too much notice of the money he had been given, as I already knew he was an escort, so I guess it was payment for some sexual services. As I was taking sips of my drink, Gabriel was asking me about myself. Before I knew it, my mind was getting fuzzy and I had a hard time focusing on everything around me. That’s when I saw the two skinheads joining us at the table. And that’s when I realized that I had been drugged and that Gabriel had sold me to the skinheads. That’s the last thing I remembered, and now we’re back to where the story started…

I was at a bar downtown chatting with a guy named Rick and I told him that I just got the keys to my new apartment a few blocks away and he asked me about the building and what the apartments were like because he was looking in the area as well. I suggested going to take a quick look at it and he agreed. As we walked over I found out we were both a similar age in our late twenties. We got to my new apartment and I showed him around. The apartment was completely empty as I hadn't moved anything in yet so our voices quietly echoed as I told him about it. I was leaning up against the door frame going from the living room to the kitchen and he leaned up against the same side making sure his arm touched mine. I noticed it was quite deliberate and it took me a bit aback as I really didn't expect to hook up with this guy even though he was really cute with a nice twink build. At a slight lull in the conversation he leaned in and kissed me and I thought damn I should've grabbed a condom from the bar we were at so I could fuck this cutie. After a quick first kiss we got hot and heavy in no time, pulling off each other's shirts and wrestling our pants, underwear, and shoes off until we were just in our socks. We collapsed down onto the living room floor in a sixty-nine. Like me he had a six inch cock and we sucked each other for a few minutes until he pulled me up to my feet and backed up against the wall so I was pressing our cocks together as we passionately french-kissed. After a minute he turned around so he had his chest pressed up against the wall. I kissed his neck and ears as my spit-soaked cock nestled perfectly in his ass crack. I slid my cock up and down his crack and he stood up on his toes so my cock dropped down and came up against his hole and pressed against it as he lowered himself down on his feet again. I felt the head of my cock almost pushing through his hole as he wiggled his butt against it. I whispered in his ear that I didn't have a condom. He turned around and sank down to the ground, taking me with him. I fell on top of him and he wrapped his legs around my back and I started thrusting my hips against him as we made out. I wanted to fuck him but knew I shouldn't without a condom, but every time my dick slid against his hole I wanted to plunge deep into him. His hips shifted up slightly and my spit-soaked cock connected perfectly with his hole and started sliding in. He grabbed my head in his hands and bit my neck so hard it was painful and made my hips jerk forward and suddenly my raw cock was balls deep in his ass. An animalistic horniness took over me and I clenched his hair in my hands and drove my tongue in his mouth and started to furiously bareback this twink. He managed to get a hand between us and started to jerk himself off as his unprotected hole was ravaged by my cock. I knew how risky this was and I was opening myself up to a STI infection but I was so horny my only goal was to seed his hole. After only a minute or two of fucking he bit my lip and started shooting a load in between us and that sent me over the edge and my orgasm flooded his hole with my seed. I wrapped my arms around him and held him with my cock balls deep in him for a few minutes before slowly pulling out of him. A bit of my semen spilled out of his gaping hole onto the hardwood floor. Fortunately the only thing I had brought to the apartment was a roll of toilet paper, so I used that to wipe my cock off and to clean up the cum on the floor and his ass. We sat naked against the wall and chatted for a few minutes before getting dressed and going back to the bar, having successfully broken in my apartment.

What follows is true. This happened about 3 weeks ago (November 2014). Enjoy. I did. I am 22, 5'7, 120 pounds. I am bisexual, but only in the sense that two or three times a year I find myself craving cock enough to "go through with it." My first hookup was when I was several years earlier. I connected with a 30 year old guy through gay.com. We got together and he ruined me in his car. From that point on it was only a matter of time, I guess. I have long been a member of A4A, and until recently I thought that was the only place to look for dirty minded 40+ top daddies, who are, to be honest, my top interest. I like being treated like a boy slut by men old enough to be my father. I had met a few here and there, enough to learn how to properly shave my entire body, to fast for two days before sex, how to clean myself out perfectly. I even managed to find a 65 year old who lived a few miles from me and became, until recently, a regular fuck buddy, but a few weeks ago, after reading a story on breeding.zone, I decided to give BBRT a try. At first I wasn't sure if I should really put myself out as it seemed as if most of the guys were poz, but then the flood of older men in my area wanting to push their bare cocks into me kept me coming back. One guy in particular caught my attention, and led to the story that follows. Again, I have made no embellishments. This is true. We exchanged messages for a couple weeks. He was 50 whereas I was 22. I'm certain looking back that I must have been a cut of fresh meat on BBRT - skinny smooth twinks who love older tops, bareback sex, anonymous connections, glory holes, groups, and, what I now know caught his attention, stealth role-play. While I am by no means a bugchaser as the word 'stealth' might lead you to believe, I do go absolutely wild when I imagine a total stranger filming me as I take his condom covered cock up up my ass, only to have him take it off and 'force' me down and pump his cum deep in my ass while I beg him not to. My second fantasy is to meet a total stranger who has, without my knowledge, posted an ad online for anonymous tops to come fuck 'his boy'. Finally, I get off on the idea of being filmed doing any and all these things. I told him all this. I didn't know it at the time, but I as I wrote to him I was writing my own story. I had planned the hookup for weeks, even before I met him. I knew what I wanted and I knew I would find it. The only question was 'Who did I think could get me closest to making my fantasies come true?' This guy, however, fit the bill perfectly. He wrote me as if from his first message I was his boy, showing me photographs of another twenty-something year old guy for whom he had arranged a bareback gang bang. He also had a studio-quality video camera and also mentioned a small 'dungeon' in his basement, but it seemed as if he wanted to keep it for a surprise as he didn't provide any photographs. He did, however, show me his perfect seven inch cock. Had he been any bigger I might not have gone through with it as I've been fucked enough times to know that I can't handle much more than a seven inch dick. The rest of the package was equally appealing: he was a leather daddy type, not quite a biker but bald with a goatee, slightly stocky sporting a shaved cock and balls. I get off on that. He offered to host a week in advance, which made it the following Friday, instructing me to show up at 8:00 PM. He also told me to do exactly as he said, and in exchange for which he would "Make your wildest fantasies come true." I remember when he first said those words I made sure to tell him that if he ever did invite total strangers to use me, they would have to use condoms. He could fuck me bare, and I would take his load anywhere he wanted to put it, but I was clear headed at the time and drew a line between fantasy and reality. I don't remember exactly what he said but whatever it was, it worked. Now let me preface this by saying I would never list "party" in a hookup ad because of what I think it implies. There are too many people who are hardcore into things like tina for me to feel comfortable with associating myself with that group. However, on this particular occasion I had procured a healthy amount of molly from a friend, and had every intention of rolling my way through the best raw fucking of my life. I took two points before I got in the shower, and an hour later, as I was finishing up, I started to realize just how much fun I was about to have. I spent some time playing with my hole, making sure I was ready. I probably enema to an unhealthy extent, but it's critical to me that I am as clean on the inside as a human being can be. Finally finished, and pushing those last minute jitters out of my mind, I ate two more points, tucked six more into my sock, and hopped into the car. His house was in the suburbs of Denver, not too far but remote enough that no one would care what went on there. He opened the door and pulled me inside by the back of my neck. He was smoking a cigar. I was trembling uncontrollably. The molly had set in and I knew in a matter of minutes I would be doing some of the dirtiest things imaginable. "Good boy" he said, as he lead me down a dark staircase into a room flooded with red light. What I saw was entirely new to me. I have never been to a bathhouse or sex club, but after spending a night in this man's basement, maybe that isn't true. The room was about 20x20. Carpeted. The first thing that caught my eye was a large camera on a tripod in the corner. I had never seen a camera that large before. In the center of the room was a very nice king size bed. Other than two side tables that I'm sure were only there to hold the lube, condoms, and handcuffs I saw, the room was empty, but felt complete. This place was made for forbidden sex. "Strip," he ordered as he left me in the center of the room, returning to the tripod. I obeyed as he asked "What are you going to do tonight?" "Anything you tell me to." "Anything?" I hesitated for a moment, still unsure of what I had gotten myself into. "Yes." Just as I finished taking off the last of my clothes, he pulled out his phone with a devious looking grin, took a photo of me, and sent what was either a lengthy text message or many short ones. [Master filming his boy take loads in private dungeon NOW] My little boy needs cum from total strangers. Perfect hole. Send face and cock for daddy. PLAY ALONG.

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Part I I wasn’t always a piece of garbage. I once had been brought up in a nice conservative, middle class household and was track for a college career and a nice job someday into the future, but being a true-born trashy Asian slut I couldn’t resist the temptation of the pipe. It started out with weed, buying by the gram and smoking out of a bowl, escalated to buying ounces and taking monster hits out of grav bongs, then I would hop in my car, recklessly drive to a stranger’s house, and let him fuck me. Anything to get some dick, I didn’t care who it was, but I liked daddies and middle-aged men the most. Daddies are so much hornier, the way they touch your skin with their coarse, hungry hands. Then one day I was smoking with a 42-year-old daddy before we fucked. He was a big guy, about 5’11”, a little guido-looking with his hair gelled up, deep spray tan, gigantic muscles, and shades. He was wearing a tight black wife-beater, tight white pants, and flip flops. He pulled out a glass pipe and asked, “You into T?” “What’s that?” I asked, ready to try any drug he was about to offer. “Ever heard of crystal meth?” he asked, raising his eyebrows and shaking a little bag of white shards in front of me. I stared at it hungrily. I had tried molly and ecstasy before, but meth was a trashy drug, a drug I pictured wasted, twisted lowlifes smoke in trailers. I had never known it was even around in the area. “Hell yeah,” I responded. I was already high as I ever was, barely able to respond to his questions, but I snorted a line of coke a few minutes ago and was wide awake. My breaths were getting heavy and slow and I was getting tingly sensations all over my body. Hell I was horny. He took a small straw and measured out a few small crystals into the pipe. Little did I know how much and how potent those few shards actually turned out to be. Daddy showed me the ropes. “Here, hold the pipe to your lips and just tilt it sideways. I’m going to light and wait for the crystals to swirl around in the bowl. I’ll tell you when to start sucking.” He lit the lighter and held the flame just below the bowl. A few seconds passed and swirls start forming, getting thicker, until the bowl was a cloud of smoke so thick it was almost yellow. “Suck slowly, let it stream in through your mouth,” he instructed. I let the smoke trickle into my body, but it didn’t stop. The thick white smoke wasn’t thinning, so I sucked just a little bit harder. A rush of chemicals (it smelled like it) smacked me, but he gently held my face and told me to stay on the pipe. I sucked, and just coughed the T out of my nostrils. Finally, I left the pipe and sprayed the room with a brilliant cloud of thick white smoke that hung over our heads. “Fuck yeah, you cheap cunt,” Daddy growled. “You’re gonna get tweaked out tonight.” He himself took a small hit. He was saving it for me. He had plans for me. I took four more big hits, then he repacked the bowl and torched it, casually sucking in more smoke than I imagined possible. He grabbed me by the hair, pulled my lips to his, and shot gunned it into me. My head was spinning from the weed and the meth, and my skin felt like my whole body was meant to be penetrated in any way possible. I was unbearably horny. I had worn tight denim shorts that sagged below my g-string and a spaghetti strap cropped to my chest to reveal a small 4-pack. “Feeling good?” he asked. “Feeling dirty,” I purred. I crawled onto his bed dangled my head over the side. Guido Dad didn’t take off his pants, simply unzipping the fly to unleash a massive 8 inch meat rod with a giant thick head. I had prepared for this, with a painfully large butt plug crammed in my ass on the drive here. “You ready for this? My little slut?” He lit up a cigarette and slid his cock down my throat. It slid clumsily over my tongue, far too big for my mouth. The head was larger than a large strawberry. He pulled my mouth open and went deeper, resting the head until it just tickled the back of my throat. I slurped my tongue frantically along the top, trying to lick at the delicious head. He grabbed the sides of my face and slowly fucked me as I slurped his dick. It ached my jaws, but it was worth it. It smelled like his musk, and there was a light amount of hair around the base of his dick. After a few moments he would take out his dick and pour some water down my throat; my mouth was getting dry from the high. My mind was blown, the meth had opened up a nirvana for me while Guido Dad’s dick was pounding my throat and face until I gagged and spluttered thick globs of saliva over my face. This was what I was meant to do. I thought I had no purpose in life, but this was it. He pulled his dick out of my mouth and fed me a little more water. By now his dick was slobbering wet and drooping threads of saliva over my face. He smelled of fresh cigarettes, it was incredibly sexy. The room was spinning as I lay there panting, my face covered in his sweaty hairy balls. My face and chest felt hot and my heart was pounding quickly. “Fuck you, you’re just a hole, aren’t you?” He grumbled. “You live at home with Mommy and Daddy, boy?” “No,” I gasped, globs of spit flowing from my open mouth, down to my cheeks, and sticking onto his balls. “Good, cuz you’re not gonna see them for a while. I have bigger plans for you,” he grunted. He looked so hot in that wife beater. His face looked sadistic, like he was taking pleasure in seeing how much he’s degraded me with just ten minutes of deep throat. “I’m not gonna let some hungry nineteen-year-old pussy go to waste like this.” I was OK with that. I was ready to sign myself over to him to be his whore, his property that he can use and rent, a place where he dumps his loads. His dick was now rock hard, a magnificent club of meat, a deadly sperm gun. He emptied his little bag into his silicon lube, shook it up, and started liberally applying it to my hole along with motor oil. “After I fuck this trashy little butt, I’m going to make a few bucks off of you,” he grunted. “But I’m not going to do it without your consent. If you want me to be your pimp daddy, it’s for life until I’m done with that hole. If you agree to this, there’s no turning back. I own you, and I’ll drug you up with meth, pot, poppers, and crack everyday, and you will serve any man who needs a pussy. I’ll make sure you’re black-out high every minute you’re awake. I’ll have you gangbanged in motel rooms, take a quick load in a public bathroom, tied up in bathhouses, maybe even parties here. You are a worthless, trashy, tweaked up cumdump, and you know it. So what do you say?” My head was spinning, and the moments between blinks started feeling very long. Holy shit, I was flying. “Hell yeah,” I moaned through my sloppy wetness. He grinned like a devil. This guy was a bad man, alright, but everything he said was true. I knew why I was put on this earth now, and he was going to guide me to my ultimate goal: to just be a fuckhole, that is what boys are meant to do for men, and that is all I’m worth. “Before I wreck that little slit permanently, I’m gonna reward you for your answer,” he said. He reached into his drawer and pulled out a dirty sock and a bottle of Maximum Impact, sprayed it, and slammed it over my face. A rush of chemicals was flooding into my system, and all of a sudden there was nothing. I ass was on fire, desperate for cock, and I moaned under the sock as the impact continued to attack me, funneling sluttiness into my blood. I had blacked out and my eyes stared into nothingness as Guido Dad removed the sock, and I could barely hear I was so tweaked out and fucked up. I could see him prepare a syringe above my head, but the room was spinning so fast, I couldn’t focus on it. I felt a sudden tightness on my arm. “Flex,” he commanded, and I responded, and he tied a belt around my bicep. I heard him moving around me and slowly inserted the needle into a large vein. I felt the prick, but my body was so relaxed I didn’t even react. I felt it take back some blood, then go deeper, deeper, deeper...

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Part 1- Contemplation and Preparation Tonight was the night. After nearly a year of fantasizing, research, and sleepless nights masturbating while reading countless stories of smoking and sexual debauchery, I decided to finally give in to my darkest desires. Standing in front of the nondescript industrial building, I forced myself to finally work up some courage and stepped inside, heart pounding. Taking in my surroundings, I noted how small the entry area was... dimly lit, with a metal security door to the right of what could only be described as a jailhouse-like window. In the corner, a sad-looking ficus filled up the remaining space. Muted, heavy thumping music played in the background, likely muffled by the door. The faintest smell of body odor, mixed with a faint undertone of floral-scented industrial bathroom cleaner, and what I could only assume was the scent of male sex. It reminded me of the movie Cruising with Al Pachino… dingy, seedy, and a little on the wrong side of dangerous. I slowly walked up to the window, promptly setting my cover charge in front of the attendant. I waited, looking at the man before me. He was maybe a bit older than me although much taller, with short cropped black hair, a large septum ring in his nose, and a 5 o’clock shadow surrounding a goatee, wearing a leather harness with a large, already lit cigar smoldering in an ashtray next to him. Tattoos adorned both of his arms, but the one on his left bicep drew my interest the most. Slowly, he looked up from his phone and gave me a once over before pushing my money back. “Sorry, probably going to want to go to another party there, pretty boy,” he sighed, turning his attention back to his phone, “I don’t think you’re going to exactly fit in here tonight. Maybe come back another day.” Even I had to admit that I probably looked out of place for the theme tonight at the sex club. Reddish blond, 5’7, young and fit but not overly muscular, clean cut, and more on the preppy side. However, I was on a mission tonight. Months of planning were not going to go to waste. I knew exactly what I looked like, and I was counting on using it to my fullest advantage. “No,” I said, patiently replying with the same smile I had cultivated working retail in my younger years. As I pushed back the money across the counter, I continued, “I know exactly what tonight is here. And I think I’m in exactly the right place.” Piquing his interest, he looked back up from his phone, grabbed the cigar, and put it in his mouth, one eyebrow threatening to arch up in curiosity before smirking. “Sorry, but you still need to be wearing-“ he started before I quickly cut him off. “Leather? Already wearing a leather jockstrap,” I said, before pulling the neck of my shirt down slightly, “Also wearing a leather harness.” Taking a large puff on the cigar, he blew out a large cloud of the sweet, acrid smoke in my face as he continued, “You know there are a lot of smokers in there tonight, and more than a few…” “Oh, I’m counting on it,” I replied before taking a huge sniff of the cigar smoke, cutting him off while staring openly at his bicep tattoo. “Well,” he said, grabbing the money, “I hope you get exactly what you came here for then, pig. Locker or room?” “I’ll take my chances with the locker,” I quickly replied, feeling my cock slowly start to stir at the banter going on between us, my mind going to dark, perverted places as I watched the cherry on the end of the cigar glow with each puff. He turned sideways, grabbing one of many small brass keys attached to the cheap plastic wrist keychains. Tossing it on the counter, he took another puff on his cigar before picking his phone back up. “Good luck fucker,” he said, smiling as I grabbed the key from him, effectively signing away my fate with that little key. “Thanks,” I said, more shaky than I wanted to admit, be it from anticipation, a little fear, or a ton of excitement. “By the way,” he called out to me as I slowly stepped back from the counter and began walking to the door, “I’m off at midnight. It’s a bit slow right now, but it should be picking up pretty soon. Hope you get exactly what you came for.” I could only nod as I grabbed the door and he buzzed me in, letting the sounds and smells wrap around me in their dark embrace. — Walking down the dim, cinderblock-lined walls, I looked around taking everything in as fast as I could. The music was thumping louder, and I could vaguely make out the sounds of men talking as I got closer to the locker room. The smell of sex was in the air. As was the BO, and a faint underlying smell of piss. Exactly what I expected from all the stories I had read, and people I had chatted with online. I could feel my cock slowly continue to stir under the leather jockstrap. I kept walking, feeling slightly like a fish out of water. Quickly enough, I was in the locker room. Looking down at the key, I found the number and made my way over to the corresponding locker. I quickly stripped out of my carefully picked shirt and smartly pressed pants, folding them up and placing them in the locker, making sure to pull out the bottle of poppers I had purchased online, stuffing it into the small pouch on the right upper harness. Locking the small metal door, I walked over to the large, full-length mirror attached to the concrete pillar across from my locker and took in my appearance. Black leather harness, perfectly framing my slightly muscular and hairless chest, with a single strap going across my chest, just above my pecs. Reddish blond hair expertly styled just barely messy to the side almost touching my bluish-grey eyes. My jockstrap, also leather, with its two yellow striped going back to my taint, divided by a zipper going down the center, and its straps just barely cupping my ass. ‘I look hot’ I thought to myself, taking in my features. That’s when I saw him. Well over 6 feet tall, buzz-cut grey hair, with a large mostly grey beard. Muscular with a tiny bit of fat around the edges. Tattoos everywhere, with a black leather vest and leather chaps, and a leather flat top with silver chain going across it. I could already see several large cigars poking out of the pocket of his vest, with what had to be the largest pipe I’d ever seen in his mouth, smoldering away as he left a cloud of thick smoke in his wake. It was him. After months of watching porn online, and reading what others wrote about my same fantasies, he was right in front of me—the man who would be instrumental in my long-fantasized self-destruction.

Note: Recently I read "The Conversion Party" by BadBob214. One of the readers said he woudl have picked a different top to poz him. That insprired me to write my own version. My thanks to BadBob214 and the reader for the inspriation.... I found the address easily enough, then sat in my car feeling terribly nervous -- so nervous I was physically shaking with fear, apprehension, and excitement. I had nearly turned the car round and headed home, but I knew deep down this was what I wanted and needed. It was my destiny. The instructions on the invite were simple. “The party is for poz tops and neg bottoms. The purpose is to spread ‘The Gift.’ I trust that your status falls into one of these two groups. I also trust that no one is taking PrEP or any other oral precaution. This is, of course, a bareback-only event. Condoms are strictly prohibited. “Do not bring any valuables with you as there is no safe place to secure them. When you arrive at the front door, it will be unlocked. Enter and remove all clothing and place in one of the bin bags. If you’re a poz top breeder, take a red wrist band. If you’re neg and here to be bred, take a green wrist band. Or wear something that makes it clear you’re looking to be bred. Then enter through the inner door to the living room.” A couple of weeks before the party, I stopped taking PrEP. The wristband color thing seemed boring. I had decided instead to wear something feminine to advertise my negative status. I bought a cute woman’s wristwatch, with a thin black band and a small round face, and a fake diamond solitaire engagement ring. I thought these would send clear signals that I was there to receive “The Gift,” as the host called it. When I arrived, I took off my clothes and shoved them into an empty bag. At least two dozen others were already filled with other men’s clothes. I stood naked inside the front door, wearing my girlie watch and pretty ring. I was still nervous but my excitement was now overwhelming. My cock began to stiffen, oozing precum; my hole felt sensitive and ready to welcome penetration. A cute guy wearing a green wrist band checked me out, smiled, and said in a high-pitched voice, “Oh, that jewelry is so pretty. Wish I had thought of something like that instead of just this silly wrist band.” I felt myself blush as I replied, “That’s so sweet of you to say.” I was at the point of no return. I opened the inner door and entered. The room was dimly lit but enough light glinted off my ring for it to be visible; my thin watchband was also obvious. I crossed my arms so my jewelry would be seen and took a deep breath. There were at least a dozen guys in the main room. I could make out a couple of young men on their knees sucking cock. One had long hair and wore a lacy black teddy instead of a green wrist band. Two guys were on the floor, one on all fours and the second behind on his knees with a red wrist band rimming the first guy’s hole. I saw the one behind lift his head and insert a finger into his hole and quickly push it in and out a number of times before rimming him again. Soon he mounted his bottom. A few men moved closer to watch. One of the guys who had been sucking cock stood, and his top turned him around and began fingering his ass. They moved near a wall; the front guy put his hands on it and spread his legs. The other moved behind him and pushed his cock into the first guy’s hole. I heard the one in front grunt. Soon they, too, and an audience making obscene comments. No one was wasting any time. A tall man approached me. He was wearing a green band. I caught the disappointment in his eyes as he saw my jewelry. Even so, he cupped my balls in his hand and moved to kiss me. His mouth was soft and his lips wet. I moaned softly into his kiss. I felt his fingers trace the outline of my watch and he whispered in my ear, “Very cute. More creative than a green wrist band.” I smiled and we resumed kissing. Now my cock was rock hard. As we kissed, the door from which I’d just entered opened. A tall skinny guy entered. His face was gaunt and his ribs were clearly visible through taught flesh, covered with many tattoos. His long cock was already hard, pointing out from his body and upward. He was wearing a red band. I immediately lost interest in the man who had been making out with me, turning toward the new arrival who took the few steps toward us. He looked at me and smiled, “Ah, fresh meat.” I reached forward and placed a hand around the newcomer’s hard man meat and pumped it gently. I glanced down and saw that the tatoo above his cock was a poison symbol. He pulled me close and spoke into my ear. “I’m not just HIV-positive. I have AIDS and the medication stopped working. The doctors say I don’t have much longer. Few men will have sex with me anymore. I have to come to parties like this one. Are you ready?” “Yes,” I replied. I felt the room seem to spin. He pulled me into an embrace and kissed me deeply, his hands gripping and spreading my ass cheeks. I’m really doing this, I thought to myself. I tasted mouthwash on his breath and found with my tongue that he was missing several teeth. “I used to be young and beautiful like you. Now look at me.” “I don’t care,” I said. “I want to give myself to you and let you use my body for your pleasure.” He looked me deep in my eyes. I felt he could see into my soul. “What’s your name?” “Andy.” “Andy, I’m Stuart. We’re not supposed to use names here, but I want you to know who blessed you with his toxic seed and remember it.” “I will, Stuart. Always.” I shivered for a moment as I considered how AIDS could ravage a man’s body. Stuart must’ve been very handsome. Before. To my surprise, I still found him very sexy, just what I needed this night. “Let’s find a bed,” he said. He took me by the hand up some stairs. We opened a couple of doors and found the rooms occupied by men fucking, sometimes only two, sometimes a group. We could’ve joined them but Stuart clearly wanted me for himself. We finally found an empty room with nothing in it but a single bed. It was covered with a sheet stained with dried cum and traces of blood. I knelt in front of Stuart, opened my lips, and took the tip of his cock into my mouth, gently swirling my tongue around it. His precum was delicious! He placed his hands on either side of my head; I placed mine on the sides of his ass cheeks. Stuart had lost so much weight I could feel his hip bones. I thought how sad it was that a beautiful man was losing his life because he loved other men. Suddenly it meant so much more to be receiving “The Gift” from him. As I took him deeper into my mouth, I heard him moan. “Oh, God, it’s been a while since another man sucked my cock. You are one fine cocksucker, Andy.” I was thrilled that he was enjoying my mouth and I let him go until he hit the back of my throat. He humped my mouth in a steady rhythm. I hoped he wouldn’t cum because I wanted his seed in my ass, but I would let him decide. Stuart pulled out of my mouth and drew me to a standing position. He was much taller than me. He wrapped me in his embrace and kissed me deeply again. I could taste his illness; I felt the bones of his disease-ravage body. To my surprise, I was incredibly turned on. “Lie down on the bed,” he said. I obeyed automatically, as if in a trance. Then, “Pull up your legs and spread them.” Again, I complied. Stuart applied some lube to his long cock. When he started to finger my hole, he was rough. Very rough. Scratching my insides with his long nails, he said, “You understand, Andy, why I’m doing this? Even though I know it hurts.” “Yes,” I gasped, as the sharp pain made me wince. After a few minutes, he used a Kleenex to wipe my hole. He inspected it and then showed me the bloody results. “You are ready now to receive my gift. This is your last chance to leave.” He stared deep into my eyes. The effect was hypnotic – I was unable to move. My mouth went dry. Then Stuart joined me on the bed and placed the slick tip of his dick at the entrance to my hole. After a few moments of gentle but steady pressure, it opened to the intruder, and his cock started to work its way relentlessly inside me. I felt an intense burning sensation, soon joined by a delicious fullness. Then the burning gave way to a deep warmth that radiated from my ass to the rest of my body. Slowly, steadily, remorselessly, Stuart penetrated me until I felt his balls against my butt cheeks. I saw the deep concentration on his face as he focused on his own pleasure. Stuart lifted my legs onto his shoulders. Then he leaned into me and kissed me deeply again, pressing my thighs against my chest. “You are mine now, Andy. Soon we will be joined forever by my seed, my toxic seed. It will take over your body. You may escape my fate – I certainly hope that you do – but my gift will be with you as long as you live.” “I want that, Stuart,” I replied. “Fill me with your seed. Poz me. I want it, all of it.” As he began to thrust in and out, I grasped his thin forearms. I could feel his bones under his skin. My solitaire ring sparkled in the light cast by the overhead bulb. Then I realized we weren’t alone. Several other men had entered the room, watching us silently. They all wore red wrist bands. I heard one of them say, “I’m glad Stuart found someone to fuck. He doesn’t have much time left.” I heard murmurs of agreement. Now Stuart began to pound my ass, breathing hard, his face taut with effort and passion. My ass was on fire. His full, heavy balls slapped against my ass cheeks. My cock, rock hard, bounced around with each thrust. I kneaded his abdomen with my finger nails, helping to draw out his cum. “Here it comes, Andy!” he shouted. “Here comes my poz load! Take it.” And with a deep, guttural roar, he emptied himself inside me, thrust after thrust. With each inward pulse, I pictured the ribbons of toxic cum shooting deep into me, mixing with my blood. I was thrilled as I thought, We just mated. Stuart just impregnated me. His toxic babies will grow inside me. Stuart collapsed on top of me, panting heavily. The men in the room clapped and cheered. I held himt close, wrapping my arms and legs around his wasted body, my ass clenching his cock as it slowly softened. I didn’t want to lose any of his toxic seed. As I gently caressed his back, I became aware of the sores that marred his skin. I now fully understood what the other men had said. One of them spoke, breaking the silence of the room. “This boy belongs to Stuart tonight. No one else fucks him.” They filed out and closed the door. I felt his cock slowly soften inside me. Suart eased off me and we lay facing each other. He kissed me softly. “Andy, you’ve made a very sick man very happy tonight.” I felt tears welling up in my eyes. “I am yours for the rest of the night,” I whispered. I was surprised by how quickly he hardened against my thigh. This time I rolled him onto his back, straddled his waist, guided his cock to my waiting hole, and impaled myself on his dick. I rocked forward and back as he gripped my hips. I saw the look of intense pleasure on his face as I worked my ass, rising and falling. I gradually increased the rhythm, my delicate hands playing with the hairs on his chest, my pretty jewelry making me feel feminine even though I had never felt more like a gay man. I think we were both surprised by how quickly he came. I felt the wetness deep, deep inside me. When he softened and slipped out of my ass, I felt a little of his cum drip from my hole, even though I tried t clench it. I wished I had thought to bring a butt plug. Oh, well. We both drifted off to sleep. My nap was filled with lurid, erotic dreams, wit me being fucked by a line of gaunt, diseased men. I was awakened an hour later by Stuart’s hands rolling me onto my belly. He knelt behind me and spread my legs. I lay motionless, my face resting on my hands. I felt his cock rubbing my crack. With each stroke, it grew harder and longer. Then he guided the tip to my hole and pushed into me. As he passed my sphincter, a grunt escaped my throat. I felt his body press down on my back. “You like this, don’t you? You like being a pussy for an AIDS top, don’t you?” I nodded. “Of course you do. It’s what you always needed, Andy, and now it’s real.” He wrapped his arms under me and gripped my shoulders. I turned and looked at his hands, the flesh taut. Then I looked over my shoulders, and Stuart leaned forward to kiss me deeply. I felt an orgasm welling up inside me. “I’m gonna cum,” I declared, in a strange, high-pitched voice. “Yes, baby,” Stuart said. “Cum for daddy. Your last negative load.” With that, I exploded, spurts of my jism coating the sheet and my belly. Stuart wasn’t far behind. He slammed my ass again and again until I heard the familiar deep sigh of a male who has mated with his bitch. More wetness inside me. I felt a stinging sensation from the open wounds being rubbed raw. It was painful but also deeply satisfying. I replay that amazing night in my mind every chance I get.

Sometimes, when examining my many, many poor life choices, I’ve wondered; how do you make a cheater? We can’t just be born like this, something has to have *happened*, y’know? So this post, while including some cheating, is not just about my cheating, so much as about how I became the cheater I am today. An origin story, of sorts. The grand setup for the inevitable punchline. A Prelude. I think it starts with having to keep your formative sexual awakening a secret. I grew up in a very Catholic family, in a very small, close-minded town. Not ideal when you accidentally catch the premier of Queer as Folk on late night tv while alone and finally figure out exactly *how* different you are to all the other boys. Sure, you have no idea what rimming is either after seeing that scene, only that it looked really fucking enjoyable, and 14 year old you wants to find out all about it as soon as bloody possible. You have to sit on this excruciating secret for a whole year, until your school collides with a Scottish school on a field trip to Sweden, and a boy named Martin who’s just a bit more savvy than you clocks who you really are, and sneaks you out of your dorm to drink stolen vodka and share a first, electrifying kiss. It’s beautiful, but then you go home, and you can’t tell anyone about it. Martin keeps in touch for a while, but Scotland is a long way away, and soon enough it’s just you again. (Put a pin in Martin though, he’ll be back.) From that point on, until I left home a few years later, my only experience of a "relationship" was two weeks of hand holding and chaste kisses with Craig over in the next town. He was incredibly cute, but we were 15 and dumb, and it didn’t last. Again, don’t forget Craig, he’ll be back as well. Anyway, in short, I had no idea what romance was beyond sneaky kisses and holding hands when no one was looking. Every moment of awakening was a guilty secret. It taught me to hide quite well, and hiding was, unfortunately, therefore inextricably linked to arousal. While romance was short, sex, on the other hand, was plentiful once it started. I was a reasonably cute teen with a very nice butt if I do say so myself, and I had been legal for all of a month before I went to my best friend’s birthday party, where her 21 year old cousin Stephen was home from uni and chaperoning the chaos. He didn’t do a great job though, as he snuck a slightly inebriated me out before midnight, drove me to the aptly named Cherry Lane, and finally gave me what I’d been craving. He was taller and bigger than me, and quite buff, with a shaved head and what I thought was a sexy gap in his front teeth. I don’t remember any panic as he pulled me into the back seat and forced his cock down my throat, just the tremendous pressure of my horniness, like if I didn’t have sex that night I would literally die. I gagged on his sizable cock a lot (I’m still sadly shit at deepthroating), but I guess eventually it was wet enough for his liking. He pulled my jeans off, slapped some of his own spit on my hole, and then sat me down on his dick like I was a human fleshlight. Funnily, I don’t remember it hurting at all; evidently I needed this, and his wet dick just slid right in to the hilt as my eyes rolled back in my head. They never taught sex ed in my Catholic school beyond "this is how babies are made", so I never even thought to ask for a condom, and I don’t think I would have wanted one anyway; I wanted to feel every last thing, and he bounced me on his dick like I weighed nothing. He never asked if I was ok, or if it hurt, or if I wanted this, he just used my tight, fresh hole to please his dick, and as a man’s cum flooded into me for the first time I absolutely drenched him in return. I was spent, I was euphoric, and ten minutes later I’d been thrown out of the car three streets away from the party so we wouldn’t be seen returning together. I walked back, hole aching and dripping cum, and spent the rest of the night being pointedly ignored by him. The dirty feeling of being used and the intense sexual arousal of the encounter would pretty much be a staple of my sex life from then on. Stephen would sneak me out in much the same manner whenever he was in town over the next years, and it was always the same; no small talk, he would roughly use my hole to dump his load, and I would have to walk home. It wasn’t until well after I’d seen him for the last time that I found out about his girlfriend and kid. The other encounter of note before I left my hometown was a pair in London, Aiden and Rob. It was only a couple of months after my original encounter with Stephen, and I had been desperate for more. I met them online, a 24-year old couple, who also did some work with a now-defunct porn studio. I thought they were crazy hot, and I lied about my experience trying to get them to meet me until they finally invited me over. They must have clocked straight away that I wasn’t being honest about some things, but like I said, I was cute, so it wasn’t long before I was naked on the couch, Rob’s dick in my mouth, and Aiden spreading my legs, finally introducing me to the joys of rimming. I honestly thought I was going to die of pleasure, and I was so horny that when Aiden started to position himself between my legs, I again didn’t care about the lack of condom. Given the size of him, however, what I should have cared about was the lack of lube. My lies came back to bite me though, as I had told him that I had taken a lot of dick, and that the deeper and rougher it was the better, and so he pushed his massive cock into me with only spit and precum, smirking when I cried out. "I thought you said you liked it deep?" "Not *that* deep!" I gasped, desperately putting my hands on his thighs, trying to stop him going further. Now, I *know* the next thing that happened was a shitty thing to do to dumb horny kid, I *know* I should have been more mad about it, but goddamit if it doesn’t still make me rock hard; he bats my hands away, says "Bit late now, you’ll be fine" and proceeds to fuck me like a steam train. No going slow and gentle, no easing up to grab the lube, just straight to pounding my hole like he wants to come out the other side. Rob grabs my head and forces his dick down my throat, and I just have to hold on for dear life as they take turns throwing me around the room. It finally ends when I’m on the lounge floor, on my back and legs spread, Rob has just cum down my throat, and Aiden is somehow going even harder. He tells me he’s going to cum, and I beg him to pull out (I’d started to educate myself a little since Stephen), to which he simply grunts "No", and fires his load into me so hard I can feel his dick pulsing. I’m ashamed to say that pushed me right over the edge, and I had to rinse my own cum out of my hair before limping home. I saw them many more times over the next couple of years, and even if I tried to bring out the condoms they would always manage to send me home dripping cum, feeling used and abused, and honestly I fucking loved it. Anyway, I also need you to stick a pin in Aiden and Rob for now, because, naturally, they are going to come up again. So, that’s the gist of my formative sexual years, and honestly I think it’s pretty obvious where my cheating fetish came from. I’ll see you in the next part for first boyfriends, first betrayals, and a lot of dick. Ciao!

Hubby and are 100% out and OPEN, but live in a urban neighborhood in NE ATL that is largely made up of straight, young families. Our next door neighbors are a prime example. The Dad of 2 awesome young children and a sexy ass wife is incredibly sexy — he is about 40 years old and works out constantly. He always engages me in conversations when we are both working in the yard, etc., too. I THINK he has even discretely watched me have sex in my pool and back patio from his 2nd floor deck, but generally comes across as shy. Regardless, I would love to be his secret bottom slut any time he needs a side piece — but without risking the ‘neighborhsip’ or freaking him out. Has anyone done this successfully? Any, tips for opening things up with him without scaring him off? Thanks!!!

I stayed at a friend's place for a few days, but most of the time he was at work or away, so I ended-up spending my time chilling out or on Grindr. There were some fit dudes in the area, but from speaking with them I figured bareback was a 'no go'. I noticed a cute young white twink who was a little further away. His profile had bareback written all over it and he was desperate to get loaded up, anytime, anywhere and by anyone. Just from looking at the profile and his pics I knew he was going to be a sleazy bug chaser. So I contacted him, and early in our conversation I brought up the subject and soon after that he was begging to be converted with my strain, saying he was negative, (which I found hard to believe as he had talked about what a cum whore he was) and that he had been taking loads non stop over the last few years. Similarly he didn't quite believe that I was poz. As we continued exchanging messages, several times he verified (as best he could) that I was genuinely positive. I told him the truth, how I had been poz for the last five years and had never taken any meds, although I would need to start treatment fairly soon. Well, it was clear his hole was desperately hungry and twitching for my dick and poz seed, so I told him I would GUARANTEE his conversion if he was willing and understood the risks. Immediately he agreed as he was obsessed with prospects of obtaining my strain. (I made the guarantee knowing I've built up quite a toxic strain over the years, especially as I've traveled for work all over the globe, and I've fucked quite a few holes in different countries, although, truth be told, I've had more loads fucked into my ass overall. I'm a no-questions-asked type of guy when it comes to bottoming, although on BBRTS, I always tend to search for poz tops. Naturally neg tops don't do much for me, but perversely neg bottoms are.) We exchanges several more messages, and eventually he gave me his address. I instructed him to (i) leave the door on the latch, (ii) be on all fours, (iii) wearing his sluttiest jock strap and (iv) place a toothbrush on the bed. I was quite sure he knew exactly what I had planned for his juicy neg hole. It took about 20 minutes to get to his place. Pushing the front door open with ease, I stepped inside and closed it behind me. I reached up under my baseball cap and pulled down the black balaclava hidden beneath it. I walked the length of the ground floor apartment and found the door to the bedroom. On the bed was a smooth hole in the air in a well used cum/lube stained jockstrap and a brand new toothbrush placed just under the waistband. The cum dump had a lean build, appeared to be early to mid twenties, smooth all over with light brown/blond hair and a beefy ass. I unzipped my jeans, releasing my semi hard dick, walked towards the head of the bed, grabbed the cum dumps head and pulled it back, "Open your mouth, pig. The more spit on my dick means the easier it goes in your hole." Not only do I not believe in using rubbers. I also don't believe in using lube either, figuring the bottom doesn't deserve it! He opened his mouth wide, I rammed my dick straight in and as deep as I could. He gagged and recoiled but that just made my dick even harder. Next I ran my hand down his back and the tip of my finger circled his hole. It was nice and dry, I was glad the fucker hadn't pre-lubed before I got there. He continued to work his mouth around my shaft for several minutes, occasionally begging for my poz seed when he came up for air, pleading for it to be deposited deep inside his guts and not down his throat. I moved down and round to his ass, rubbing my sloppy dick over the hole, applying just enough pressure to tease the opening but not penetrate it. "What is it you want, pig?" "I NEED your toxic strain inside my ass, Sir." "Are you sure you want it? It's a really potent, unmedicated bug. It's the greatest gift you could ever hope to receive. But you know what? I'm not sure you really deserve it. But then, the risk and decision is solely yours. There won't be any opportunity to change your mind - once we get started." "I'm desperate for the bug, Sir. I've wanted it for such a long time. Rape your strain into my ass as roughly as you can. No pulling out, and no 'safe word'. As he commited himself, I felt his dick harden in excitement. "Good answer, fuck pig. First, however, I need to prep your hole. I'm gonna brush it so it's nice and bloody, and the strain definitely takes - and quickly. "Yes, Sir. Will it definitely take? You're definitely poz, right? I really hope you are!" "As I said before, pig, I am most definitely poz, and guarantee my strain will sero-convert you. If you still don't believe me, well, you will believe me in about a month. Just wait and see!" I slid the new toothbrush out from under the jock, running my thumb over the clean white dry bristles, rubbing the toothbrush gently over his hole for a few seconds, then grasped the handle firmly as if I were holding a knife, without warning and in one quick movement drove the toothbrush deep into his guts. The stupid fucker squirmed and let out a cry which he muffled by driving his head down into the pillow. I started out with a gentle sawing motion inside his hole, applying more and more pressure, then reverting to a gentle brush, seeing just how much he could take. The more he squirmed the harder my dick got. I withdrew the brush and found it covered in a little blood, I pulled his head back, lifted the blindfold he was wearing off for a second and showed the dumb twink the bloody toothbrush before reinserting it. I continued with the previous brushing method, then started to rotate the brush 360 degrees. Now that was painful, it was clear to see from his muffled screams. My dick was throbbing by that point and dripping with pre-cum. It was time to fuck. It was time for his conversion. I pulled the brush out of his ass as roughly as I could. The bristles were now covered with a large amount of bright red blood. His hole was more than ready! "It burns. It feels like my hole's on fire, Sir." I positioned my dick over the now bloody hole and slid in slowly, I wanted to savour every minute. The blood, earlier spit and pre-cum helped lube my entry. He let out a low moan as each inch passed through his ring. His hole grasped tightly around my shaft and I started to jack hammer his ring, pounding my meat as deeply and roughly as I could. The entire time he begged for my poz jizz. After approximately 15 minutes of continuous fucking, as the sweat dripped from my body and as his blood seeped from his hole, I was ready to shoot my load. "Here it comes, pig. You ready for it? My nasty toxic bug. My pure, potent strain of poz cum. Beg me for it! Beg me, pig! Be the stupid fucker who begged to get pozzed-up." "Please, Sir, poz my hole, I beg you! Convert me! I want your DNA inside of my ass - to be a part of me forever. You will own me, but your seed will destroy my hole." With that my cock pulsed several times, I began grunting and spewed out my three-day load, completely emptying my nuts into the pig's guts. As the last spurts drained into his body, I collapsed on top of him, pinning him to the mattress. Then, whispering into his ear I said "Welcome to the club, AIDS pig. You are now completely fucked. I've just give you one of the nastiest strains of HIV on the planet. You dumb fuckin' whole. I know you're going to come to regret taking my load." I pulled my meat out and wiped my bloody shaft on his bed sheets, cleaned up and was out of there within a few minutes. Later that evening, of course, he messaged me on Grindr thanking me for his conversion. I sensed that he still doubted my status. I told him I wanted to hear from him as soon as he started to get sick with the fuck flu. A few weeks passed and I dropped him a message on Grindr. He answered saying he felt unwell, and suspected it was the fuck flu. My dick hardened and I gloated that I had guaranteed his conversion, and his doubts aside, I was a man of my word. He continued to thank me for my strain, apologising for his initial doubts and how he was hungry for more strains. Another week went by and he hadn't replied to my most recent messages, but I honestly didn't think much about him. Then a week after that he contacted me, telling me that he was so weak from my strain he had had to spend the remainder of his fuck flu in hospital, on an IV drip! When I read as much I instantly got a boner. After all, I suppose if you're going to do a job then you have to do it well, and his this case I did it extremely well. He's a lucky pig to get such a potent strain and he knows it. He tells me that he's started to fuck as many twinks as he can find... apparently good news isn't the only thing to spread fast

When getting fucked bareback (after I’ve sucked his cock till it’s ready to slam up my ass), do you like to partake in several ass-to-mouth episodes to then get fucked bareback more. Finally, resulting in him cumming down your throat and then lick his cock clean? That’s my favorite scenario. Often, when at a bathhouse (currently Club Columbus) with my door open, I get to have several such episodes. Your thoughts?

[Author's note : Sometimes I like to put myself in a story written by another author and then see where it leads me. This one is based on part of "A late 80’s pozzing (Part 1)--the set up - Bug Chasing & Gift Giving FICTION - Breeding Zone."] It was 1995 when it happened. I was bisexual and my wife Beth knew it, though she wasn’t happy about it. We had tried a couple of threesomes with other guys, and watching me get fucked really bothered her because I clearly enjoyed bottoming so much. After these episodes, it would be weeks before she would let me fuck her. Add to this the obvious risks: it was the height of the AIDS epidemic. We discussed my needs for man sex and agreed that I would stick to condoms and safe sex practices. Also, she would no longer participate with another guy. Instead, she’d sleep in another room while I enjoyed being with him intimately. So this was what we both expected when I invited Stuart, an incredibly handsome, openly gay man, to our house. Beth understood he would have me that night. He had also recently tested positive for HIV, which he didn’t try to hide. Of course, I shared this with my wife. We both simply assumed I would be careful. That's what I fully intended. She went to bed early in our guest room, leaving the master bedroom for Stuart and me. It didn’t take long for us to begin to play. We stripped naked and I saw his huge cock. Stuart offered me a full body massage and was soon working my back, shoulders, and legs with his oiled hands. He paused to slip a tape into the VCR, which he explained showed him in action with some younger guys. Then he started massaging my ass. I tensed up at first, but he wasn’t going for my hole so I relaxed. Stuart had to get more oil as he was running out of his small bottle. When he got back on me, he straddled my thighs. He worked more oil on my ass cheeks as I watched him getting his boy in a sling on the TV. Stuart was really working my ass nicely and his hands were sliding well into my crack. It felt great. The action on the screen picked up as Stuart lubed his boy’s ass and stuck his finger, then fingers, in and out. The boy was moaning and I was doing the same—although very softly. I wondered who was doing the filming because in the next shot Stuart pressed his dick against the hole, and then gently inside. The camera was very close. Thre was no mistaking the fact that Stuart's cock was bare. “Fuck!” I didn’t mean to say that out loud, but it was an honest reaction. Stuart said, “Yeah, that is a hot shot.” Stuart and I started to have a naughty conversation. He asked what I thought of his tape. I told him that his private porn was better than anything I had seen – most gay porn by then showed guys fucking with condoms. He continued to massage my ass, fingers rubbing all over. I confessed I was really taken with his video tape: I liked the role playing: he was in charge and the boy was letting him have his way. He simply stated, “Andy, I know you like submitting. Does Beth know that about you when you’re with another guy?” I blushed when I told him that the idea of me bottoming upset her, but I preferred it. Then I admitted that submitting to a dominant top turned me on. I could feel my precum leaking as I said this. Stuart noticed Beth’s pretty watch and her engagement ring, which she had left next to the bed on her nightstand. “Put these on, Andy,” he said. The watch, which I had given Beth for her 35th birthday not long before, was a slender tank-style, with a thin, shiny black leather band, gold case, and delicate roman numerals. The diamond ring sparkled in the light. I liked her to wear them when we made love, as a sign that she was my woman. I slipped them on. It felt weird, very effeminate, but also oddly and really hot. Stuart said, “They fit you perfectly. The watch is so sexy and feminine on you. And the ring is very special. It symbolizes mating and breeding.” “But we’re not gonna to do that,” I said immediately. Stuart just smirked and replied, “If you say so.” He resumed rubbing by ass, giving special attention to my crack and my tight hole. It felt very warm. Stuart’s weight shifted slightly and one of his hands left my ass. I could feel him reaching for more oil, but none was applied to me for a moment. Then he was kneading my ass more aggressively and rubbing his slick fingers over my hole. I was frozen in place. “Stuart, please don’t do anything more without a rubber,” I started to object. He wasn’t hearing anything about stopping. He simply said, “Just let me enjoy your body a bit.” “Beth’s in the other room,” I pointed out. Stuart snickered as he pointed out that she knew exactly what we were going to do. He added that she also implied it was fine by going to sleep in the guest room, which I knew was also true. Stuart went on that this tape was making him really horny—especially with what he called my sexy body underneath him. His slick finger was sliding around my puckered hole. “I’m not going to do anything you don’t want,” he promised. “And I never kiss and tell.” Stuart said he was really good at reading men and that I had told him all he needed to know. He leaned forward and his rock-hard dick went between my ass cheeks. Again I froze as he just slowly slid back and forth. He wasn’t fucking me, but I was scared and could feel a cold sweat forming on my chest and under my arms. I glanced at the video and could see a close up of Stuart sliding bareback in and out of the boy’s ass. “My boys love my big dick inside them,” Stuart said smugly. The way that bottom was groaning proved his point. Stuart and I watched the fucking together, both of us breathing a bit harder. Stuart wedged his knees between my legs trying to get them apart. I wasn’t going for that until he gruffly said, “Spread them,” and whacked my ass with his hand. Without thinking about it, I just did what he commanded. “Lift up,” he said as he slid a pillow under my crotch. Again I obeyed. I started pressing my raging hard-on against the pillow while Stuart was grinding between my ass cheeks. The fucking on screen was getting more intense. I could hear Stuart telling the boy that his ass was his and he was going to fill it with his cum. He started to spank the boy hard, making a loud slapping noise. The boy’s high-pitched, girlish voice, whimpering “ah, ah, ah!”, was getting louder and so was the smacking sound. Stuart ordered, “Watch closely, Andy.” He was reaching under my arms to grab my nipples. I was focused on the sensation and the video. So I didn’t pay much attention when he paused rubbing his cock along my crack. On the TV, Stuart pulled out of his boy’s ass and then a huge glob of cum sprayed right against that boy’s still open asshole. In a moment Stuart rammed back inside, telling the boy, “Take my fucking load, cunt!” "Holy, shit!" I exclaimed at this, not really noticing the head of Stuart’s dick was knocking right at my back door. He squeezed my nipples really hard as he pushed, then he eased his grip. My ass tightened, then relaxed. Stuart’s cock head slid in slightly, with me gasping much louder. “Stuart—no!” I grunted. “Not bareback!” He whacked my ass hard with his hand and hissed, “Watch the video—focus on it!” His slick dick – he must’ve oiled it earlier – slid in a few inches right after he smacked my ass. Stuart was pretty much holding still as I adjusted to the intruder. His dick was definitely thicker than any of my other male sex partner’s. I felt stretched and very full. I loved the sensation. I was trembling with fear and excitement. I needed to stop this now! Stuart seemed to understand what I was feeling and he went back to my sensitive nipples and started liccking my ear. Damn! Both of those are major hot spots for me. I turned and we exchanged our first kiss. It was incredibly hot. He was just nudging his cock back and forth a bit; I was responding by opening up to him. My ass felt warm and full. I couldn’t believe how good his bare cock felt inside me. It had been several years since I took anothe rman raw. Stuart was sliding in—it felt amazing! As his torso was longer than mine, he was able to lick my ear and whisper darkly to me. Stuart told me how hot I was, how badly he wanted me, and more seductive words. He sounded both sincere and in control. I was still trembling and leaking tears as well as precum. He finally reached bottom. I felt his balls against my skin. He kept murmuring words of encouragement and praise while letting me get used to him possessing me. I felt hyper aware—his breathing, his warm chest on my back, his hands on my nipples, Beth’s pretty, effeminate jewelry that fit so perfectly on my small hands. His dick throbbed occasionally deep within me. I could feel it quiver. His hands were now against the top of my shoulders and he pulled me up on my hands and knees. On the VCR tape, Stuart was fucking another guy, in the same position that we were in. The camera was stationary and the sound was unclear. But the action filled the screen so completely that I imagined I was a part of it. Stuart had his hands tightly on my hips. He started to fuck me in earnest, thrusting in and out, filling me with that wonderful warmth a bottom feels when he is being pummeled by a thick cock. With a little trial and error, he found the perfect angle for the fuck—my legs spread but now touching his and the height of my ass allowing him total penetration when he pushed in. My head sank to the bed as he groaned, “This is perfect!” I had seen him breed a boy and, as he picked up the pace, I knew what that boy had felt. I was still really scared! I begged him to put a rubber on, but he said he didn’t have any. “Besides,” he added, “I never cover myself.” He did promise to pull out if I wanted him to. My request for him to “just pull out now” was answered with more slick, hot words and slick hot fucking. I found I had lost the power to say no to him. Stuart knew what he was doing. He made me feel all the things a bottom wants to feel: possessed, appreciated, and desired. Stuart seemed attuned to my every sound and movement. After a while, I was squeezing my ass in rhythm to his thrusts. I am a natural bottom and Stuart was taking full advantage of that. Yes, I might be married to a beautiful woman, but this is what I had been born to do. I am good for a long fuck, too. Stuart settled into reaming me as he wanted. I don’t know if it was the pressure against my prostate or what, but after a while I started to feel something almost weird building within me. My dick was beyond hard, even though I wasn’t touching myself. Indeed, my hands were grabbing the sheets. I stared at the pretty watch and the ring, glittering in the light cast by the bedside lamp. I wondered if this was how Beth felt when I was inside her. I was being transported to a new place of sexual awakening, as I started to “ah, ah, ah” like the boy did in the sling. Stuart was now doing his staccato fucking. “Stuart, Stuart, oh Stuart, you are so sweet to me,” I whimpered. My words and pitch, so sissy-like, took me by surprise. When he asked how I was doing, I told him I never wanted him to stop. It didn’t sound like bad porn lines when Stuart said things like “you like that in your cunt, Andy, don’t you?” and “take my big dick, bitch.” I no longer thought of asking him to pull out. Just the opposite – all I wanted was to feel his warm cum inside me. An intense warmth and pressure built up in my ass. It hit me that I was about to cum. If only I could get Stuart to continue just a little longer, a little longer, a little longer. I begged him to keep fucking me exactly like he was. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop. I’m cumming!” I was very loud as I exploded into the pillow beneath me, gobs of my jism leaving the pillow beneath me wet and sticky. Stuart’s hands were like steel on my hips. He shoved in as far as he could go and throbbed like crazy. Stuart hissed, over and over, “take it, bitch!” as he released his load into me. I took it all. Then I collapsed on my stomach, bringing Stuart with me—still within me and, now, through his toxic seed, a part of me. It hit me that we had just mated. Stuart called my name softly and hushed my now flowing tears with gentle words and passionate kisses. He also remained latched to my body, plugging my hole. I was too tired mentally and physically to talk about what he had done—no, what we had done. I had wanted it as much as he did. Then I became aware of another presence. I looked up and saw Beth in the doorway. I didn’t know how long she had been standing there, but she must’ve seen and heard a lot. Her eyes locked on mine. Hers were cold, her expression hard. Then she turned away and shut the door. She knew I had let an HIV positive man cum inside me bareback. Our marriage was over at that moment. I had gone too far to turn back. “I want more,” I said. Stuart kissed me and said, “Next time I will bring my video camera.”

MY name is Gavin, I am 26, I am married to my high school sweetheart. I am blond, 5’9 150 muscled with blue yes. My wife Maria is 5’7 135 brunette and absolutely beautiful. We have dated all through high school and college, our sex life got a lot more fun when we were in college, and I had big plans for our honeymoon. What happened on our trip to Boston for our honeymoon changed our relationship forever. It changed both of us also. It all started in the bar, I was waiting for Maria and talking to some very well-dressed college basketball jocks who were there for a bachelor party. We were talking sport and I shared that I had just gotten married. I had never hung out with black guys before so some of the works they used I was unfamiliar with and played along. One of the guys asked me if I as a cuck and not wanting to seem stupid I said yea, they laughed and looked at each other and smiled and patted me on the back. I thought that must have been a good thing. They had a couple other buds come down, two Latin guys and a white guy. We were all having a good time, one of the guys asked me what room we were in so they could send a gift up and I shared our room number and told them that would be great. Just about then Maria walked in, and they hooped and patted me on the back, damn she was beautiful. I told them we had dinner plans and then we were going to hit it in the room, and they cheered me on and off I went. We had a great dinner talking about our new life together and our big plans. Maria told me halfway through dinner that she had stopped her birth control and she was ovulating so tonight could be the night we start our new family. I was both nervous, not sure I wanted to jump right in but horny as fuck and wanted to fuck like bunnies when we got back. We finished dinner and headed back to the hotel for a night cap and while we were just about ready to pour our drinks, I heard a knock at the door. I went and answered it thinking it was room service but to my time and pouring drinks. They wanted to toast us and passed around drinks and Marie, and I clinked our glasses and downed our shot. They poured another and again they cheered, and we surprise it was the guys I had bet downstairs and they busted in the room telling me they brought us a wedding gift. I was in shock; I know they said they would send up a gift, but we were just about to have sex. I tried to be gracious and thank them and try to usher them out, but they were having a great downed that one. They started to play some music, ten minutes later Maria had passed out on the bed, and I was dozy and almost out. I could see a few of the guy's undressing Maria but I was helpless to do anything, I just utter unrecognizable sounds. It was not long till Maria was naked and spread eagle with one of the Latin guys eating her out. She was passed out but moaning, I right to reach out my hand to stop him but it barely moved. One of the black guys was over me helping me out of my clothes telling me what a good little cuck I was. I thought what the fuck is a cuck, when one of the black guys spread my ass checks and began to lick my ass hole. I had never had that done, it was weird at first, but I involuntarily began to moan. The guy ate away at my hole while the Latin guy eating Maria out slide into her and began to fuck her with his huge dick. She was moaning and whimpering. Soon I had a BBC at my mouth and the guy opened it slightly and slid it in. I am not sure why, but I began to suck on it. He patted my head and told me I was a good cuck. There I was, sucking this huge black cock as I felt another rubbing on my hole. It was so wet from the tongue fucking I had received, they seemed to be working in unison. The big dick shoved down my throat so I could not breath nor utter a sound as what felt like a baseball bat slide slowing inside me. I screamed inside but nothing came out, I felt like he was tearing me as he stretched my hole. He pressed till he was balls deep inside me my tight little hole. He said, fuck, I think this cuck is a virgin as he slowly pulled out and then sunk back inside me. The guy lodged in my throat pulled out and let me catch my breath and then began fucking my mouth and throat while my ass was being reshaped into a pussy. The guy began to fuck me harder with long stroked and then grunted and shoved inside me and I could feel his rock-hard dick pulsing inside me as he came. I was relieved he was finished but grossed out he came inside of me. The finally withdrew and the guy in my mouth pulled out and I was immediately replaced by one of the Latin guys who fucked my throat, the black guy pressed his big dick at my battered hole and slide in easily with all the cum and still being wet from my throat. I had shot my load as this guy fucked me, I had never cum without touching my dick or fucking pussy. There I was taking more dick, I could no longer see Maria, but I knew she had taken at the very least three loads and it was then that I remembered that she was ovulating. I now could only think of having some other guy's kid, we had talked about having kids for so long and her some random guys were probably going to knock her up tonight. The evening went one, I took each of their dicks and so did Maria. She was still out, one of the black guys grabbed my phone and called himself, then programed his number in my phone as Black Bull. He told me I was blond cuck. They dressed and left, I felt so dirty I had to take a shower, when I came out Maria was still out, and I helped her under the covers and crawled into bed and tried to sleep. I kept picturing big black cocks inside me, fucking me and making me cum like they had when they fucked me without even touching my dick. I finally dozed off, when we both woke up in the morning Maria said she as so sore. She hit me and said, I fucked the shit out of her last night. I did not have the heart to tell her she got used like a cum dump by those guys from downstairs. She kissed me and told me she forgave me, hoping she would soon be pregnant. I shook inside, fuck, she may soon have a black or Latin baby inside her. Just one chance the baby would turn out white. I put it out of my head as much as I could, she had plans with her mother before she left the city. They paid for everything, and it was a tradition. Maria got ready and headed down to meet her mother and I went to work out. I had been in the work out room for twenty minutes when in walked two of the guys from last night. They immediately started texting someone and I began to become uncomfortable. I started to gather my drink and towel when in cam Black Bull. Where are you going Cuck, he said, as he came over and put his arm around me. Looks like the cuck is up for some more fun. I said, no I must go. He said, not before you stop by my room. I tried to pull away, but he held me, and I did not want to make a scene. We got back to his room and he immediate told me to strip. I did it without much hesitation, he was unbuttoning his pants and pulled out his big dick. You, cuck need some oral lessons. Today is your lucky day, got on my knees and began to suck his big dick. He said, that is a little better than the first night, but you have some learning to do. I held my head and forced his dick down my throat. I was gagging and he laughed, you will get better cuck. I was trying as much as I could and then he let up. I have a surprise for you, there is a gay boy in the hotel who is going to help train you to be a cock sucker. He will be here any minute. Fuck, this could not get worse. He pushed me back on his dick and a minute later I heard a knock at the door. He greeted the guy and invited him in, he told this Tall white guy that this was the cuck he was telling him about. He smiled at me and told me I was a cute little cuck. So, you are straight? I said, yea. I love helping straight boys. He undressed, he had a great body and when he pulled his underwear down, he was sporting a huge dick. He came over and lifted his dick, I knew he wanted me to open my mouth, so I did. I sucked on his dick till it was rock hard and almost as big as Black Bull’s and just as thick. He held both sides of my head and tilted it and fucked my throat. He told me what a good boy I was and that he would help me be the little cuck I was meant to be. Just as he was getting into it, Black Bull had him pull out and he told me to get up on all fours on the bed. I did and the white guy began to fuck my throat again. Black bull licked and tongued my hole and make me shiver inside. My hole kept opening and closing, he felt so amazing. The cock down my throat seemed to get much easier than last night. This went on for ten minutes and then the white guy pulled out. He said he was getting too close, he bent down and looked me in the eyes and leaned in and kissed me as he held my head so I could not pull back. I did not want to do this, he pressed hard and between the tongue in my ass and his libs against mine I gave in and kissed him back. He made out with me for five minutes, broke the kid and said now give me some of that ass. Black Bill came around and he too got down in front of me and leaned in and kissed me while the white guy ate my hole. Here I was making out with two guys. The white guy pulled off my ass and lubed up his cock and pressed it against my hole. Black Bull looked at me and said, you have a big gay dick going inside you cuck. You are such a little worthless man, just a hole for men to use. Your wife is lucky we found you two so you could realize your true worth. He called me a little slut cuck, cum dump, whore and that brought the gay guy over the edge, and he shot his load inside me. He caught his breath and withdrew, and they changed places. The gay guy fed me his cummy cock and made me swallow and clean his dick off. The black bull fucked me for ten minutes and shot his load inside me. The white guy pulled out and got dressed while I cleaned the black bulls cock off. The black bull told me to get dressed, I jumped up and dressed and he grabbed my face and told me I was to go with this nice man and do anything he said. You will not be happy if you do not follow all directions. Do you hear me cuck; I nodded my head that I heard him? I looked up at the gay guy and he winked at me. We walked out of the room, and he told me I was a good fuck and that his apartment was right around the corner. I was walking but inside I kept saying no, I can’t do this. We arrived at his place a few minutes later, walked in and he introduced me to his roommate that was in the living room, Ben and he asked where Charlie was. Ben said he would be back in ten minutes. Good, the tall gay guy said, why don’t you let this little straight boy suck your dick and if he is lucky, you will fuck him and give him a load. Ben stood up and dropped his shorts and revealed a fat dick. It was thick just hanging there, he sat back down and motioned me over. I walked over and got between his legs, and he whispered, it gets thick. Just warning you little fag. I could see it was already starting to grow, I looked at him with fear in my eyes. He said, little fag, you better get to work, he lifted his dick to me. I opened my mouth and sucked on his head and opened wide to take his huge cock in my mouth as he got rock hard. I sucked three inches of his dick and licked all over it, it was just too big. He told me to stand up, I did. He grabbed my hand and lead me to his bedroom. Once inside he left the door open and began to undress me, he leaned down and kissed me. He was a good kisser, I kissed him back. We made out for five minutes as I stood there completely naked and hard as a rock. Ben broke off the kiss as he felt my chest and stomach. I had a tight muscled chest and wash board abs, Ben whispered hot body. Then he squatted and engulfed my rock-hard leaking cock and sucked my cock like no one has ever sucked it before. I started to shake, I was so close to cumming, Ben quickly pulled off and grabbed my balls and squeezed them as he pulled them. He made me go soft, keeping me from coming. I was so disappointed, he looked up and told me there would be plenty of time for cumming. He then lifted me up on the bed and lifted my legs and old me to leave the up. He grabbed some lube and rubbed it on my hole and began to suck my cock again. He worked a finger, then two and finally three inside me. I felt full, but then another finger, it hurt but with him sucking my dick my mind was confused and I just let him fingers twist inside me as he stretched my hole. He press deep, his fingers felt so deep inside me. He pulled off my cock as he told me I had a great ass, he withdrew his fingers, as he tossed a brown bottle at me and told me to open it and sniff. I uncapped it and leaned up and sniffed, the right and the left and he told me to do it again. I hit it again, he had lubed up his fat dick and was pressed against my hole. He told me one more time, I did it as he pressed on my hole, and it hurt but my head was spinning as my hole gave way to his huge dick. He stopped and told me again boy. He felt so deep, but he told me he was only halfway in, I remembered the thickest part was yet to come from holding his dick. It was like a tree trunk. The pain made my dick go soft, he pressed deeper and after what seemed like two long minutes, he was balls deep inside me. My hole was screaming, he was to fucking big. He pulled out slowly and I hoped we were done, but I knew better. He slowly slides back in and balls deep again. He kept this up and after seven or eight goes my hole seemed to relax and let him in. He had looked very determined up that point, but Ben looked down and said, boy you are about to get fucked. His dick still stretching me, but it felt good, and my dick was getting hard. He called me a little fag boy, see he said. Your dick loves my fat cock in your hole. He fucked me like this for ten minutes, my cock was leaking. I went to touch my dick, but he slapped my hand away. He pulled out and had me get doggie and he came up behind me and slide his cock in. It hurt at first from this angle but after a minute I opened and he fucked me hard for ten minutes calling me a little slut, whore boy, before his breathing got heavy, minutes later he shoves inside me and unloads. He kept his dick inside me and pulled me to the side and I was soon cradled in his arms with his dick inside me. He held me there for ten minutes, I could feel his dick lose its girth, he began to kiss my neck and feel my body. He found my cock and I was hard still, he jacked it and I could feel my hole tighten up on his dick and he soon grew again. Before I knew it, he was rock hard and fucking me slow and steady. He fucked me like this as he held my left leg up so he could get deep inside me. Then he stopped and pulled out. He had me get on all fours and he spread my hole and told me how open it was. Nice gape he said, then he slides his fingers back inside me after lubing them up and my hole. He had three and then four inside me twisting them around as I moaned. He got all four fingers deep inside me. I felt so full, then he said, I am going to save this for later and let the guys enjoy your hole before I wreck it. That sounded scary to me, he slowly pulled his fingers out, immediately putting his big dick back inside me and fucked me hard for ten minutes and shot his load inside me making me cum too without even touching my dick. Ben pulled out, got out of bed, put his hand out for me to get up and I did. I grabbed it and got off the bed, he pulled me in and kissed me. All my nerves with firing, I had never felt anything like this. My body shook, my dick started to grow again. He broke the kiss and laughed as he told me that his last boyfriend was straight. He said, let's get you showered and back to your wife. I put my number in your phone so we can get together tomorrow for another work out. Tell you wife you are going to work out and will be back and come here. Text me on the way. He grabbed my hand and lead me to the shower. The water felt good, his hands all over me washing me felt better. I could not believe how this guy was making me feel, soon enough the water stopped. He handed me a towel as I got out. Once dry he leaned in and kissed me again, bolts of lightning were going through my body. Then he said, be a good little fag and get dressed. I rushed into the bedroom and dressed. He did also, we made it to the living room before he kissed me again as he led me to the door. See you in the morning he said as the door closed. Fuck, here I was standing on the porch of some gay guy's place having taken his buddies load and the black guy and two of his. I walked back to the hotel, telling me self this was a one-time thing, but I knew something had changed and I needed to explore this. I felt guilty the entire walk back to the hotel. I made it before Maria. I decided to go have a drink to calm my nerves. I went down to the hotel bar; it was not two minutes after I got my drink that the white guy from last night and a Latin guy sat down one either side of me. They ordered their drink and just when I was about to get up the white guy put his hand on my shoulder and held me there. Where are you going, we just got here? I tried to say, my wife is going to be back but before I could get it out, the Latin guy spoke. We will be to your room tonight at 10, repeat of last night. Not sure if I like you wives' pussy or your ass better. I need another round tonight to decide. I froze but inside I was shaking my head no. Did he just say that out loud where everyone can hear? I was afraid to look to see if anyone was looking as us now. They downed their drinks and told me they wanted to show me something in their room. I walked with them, I felt like I did not really have a choice. When we got to the room, they both stripped off their pants and were rock hard. They sat on the bed and told me to suck them. I sucked the Latin guy first and the white guy said, jack my dick cuck. For the next hour, I sucked and jacked their dicks. When they were close, they would lift their legs and have me rim them. The white guy loved it. He would hold me head and pull me into to his ass. The Latin guy was first, he pulled me over and shoved me down on his dick and he came. Rope after rope shot down my throat. I did not even taste his cum till he pulled his dick out some so I could suck him clean. The white guy made me rim him for another five minutes and then pulled my head up on his dick and shot his load in my mouth. I sucked him clean, then he spit on my face and spoke. Good cuck, you are getting better each time. He smiled at me and told me to get back to my room, we will be there at 10 like I said so make sure your wife is ready for drink and some hot fucking. I went back to our room, hoping I had a chance to brush my teeth and tongue before Maria get back. I was dreading tonight; I wanted to pack our bags and sneak out of the hotel in the worst way. I got to the room and Maria was already there, she said there you are. Hey babe, I said as I rushed into the bathroom. I must piss like a racehorse I told her. I ran the water, brushed my teeth and tongue and gargled and then flushed the toilet and came out with a smile on my face and said, I missed you! I gave her a big kiss and she said I tasted like a toothpaste factory. I told her I burped up something and did not want you to taste it when I kissed you. Thanks, but that was just about as bad she said. She started to tell me all about her day, I sat there thinking about the cum I had inside me and about all the cum she took last night, Fuck, I remembered she as ovulating, and they wanted to do it again. I started to get really conflicted, but I tried to focus on Maria. She stopped and said, what did you do today. Awe, I worked out, took a walk, had a couple beers with the guys from last night. Made some new friends. She said that sound nice, glad you had a good day. We got around to go to dinner. I got in the shower first so I could get ready. I sat on the toilet and so much cum came out. Wow, I hopped in the shower to get ready and slide a couple fingers in hole. Played with it for a couple minutes and then got out and dried off. Then let Maria take the room. It was an hour later; we were ready to head to dinner and have another fine dining experience. On the way out of the hotel we found a bottle of champagne with a note, congrats. I knew it was from the guys, I slipped it inside and we went to dinner and Maria thought that was so nice of the hotel. The dinner wound down; I ate light since I knew I was getting fucked again. I had butterflies in my stomach, but my dick was semihard. Maria noticed it and rubbed it and thought I was excited to fuck but that is not what my mind was on. She brought me back to thinking about her taking all those guys and knowing she was ovulating and could get knocked up. Fuck, that was now donning me. I lost my erection, but in the car on the way back, I kept picturing Ben’s big dick and it make me so hard. My hole needed him too. All the way back to the hotel, all I could think about is dick. When we arrived, we went up to the room, I text the black guy who called me a cuck all the time to let him know we were back. He texts me back saying, I left already but you will get plenty of dick cuck. I will let the guys know you are ready. By the way, there are some new arrivals. I also hear the cuck has a new boyfriend. Such a little fag you are. My dick was rock hard. I was not sure if him calling me a fag is what made me so hard or if the new arrives but in either case, I was about to take some major dick. It was no more than five minutes after we got back there was a knock at the door. I opened it and in came four of the guys from last night. The white guy explained that he would be leaving soon, and he wanted to toast us one last time before he left. One of the Latin guys echoed that he was leaving in the morning also. They poured us drinks and we toasted. Ten minutes later Maria was out, and they had me on my knees sucking dick while more guys entered the suite. Maria was being undressed and some new dark-skinned guy was eating her pussy. I could hear her moaning as this guy went to town. I was now getting face fucked as I huge dick went down my throat. He fucked it for five minutes and let me come up for air. I turned to see the guy pull off her pussy and turn to me. He was a dark skinned middle eastern guy. He stood up and he had a huge thick dick. Really fat, dripping precum. He winked at me and said, your wife is going to have my baby cuck in a heavy accent. I got sick to my stomach, I watched as he slides that big dark dick inside her and she just moaned as he slowly railed her. See cuck, women love my big baby maker. He fucked her for ten minutes, I could hear it as I sucked another dick while the guy who I had been sucking was now eating my hole and then the guy roared as he came inside her. He pulled out and came over, the guy I was sucking left and slides inside Maria, the dark dick was now at my lips, and he said, clean it off you fucking cuck bitch. I sucked his big dick as he coached me. His dick had started to go soft, but he was getting rock hard again. I heard a knock aa the door and the guy said, now you will get some real dick you fucking fag. He greeted the guy as he fucked my face and then he pulled out and turned my head to the darkest huge dick leaking precum out of a head that was so fat. The guy I had been sucking swatted down and told me to lick the head boy, show him you want it. I licked the head and tasted his precum. He was leaking so much; I licked all over and sucked on the head as much as I could. I was still getting fucked and the guy behind me came inside me and another slide in. I had lost focus on Maria, and I was all about this huge dick. The guy behind me did not last long, I had managed to suck on this guy's head but that was it. He was too thick to do anything else. He pulled out and squatted down and leaned in and kissed me. The other guy was still there calling me a fag, looking at that fag kissing a guy. The guy was not very good looking, but he could kiss. He grabbed my had and put it on his thick dick and I began to jack him. He kissed me hard, fuck I could hardly get my hand all the way around it. You are going to be my bottom tonight, I purchased you. Let’s get you dressed. I thought fuck, wait, seriously. I hesitated to try to think of a way out of this and the dark-skinned guy who called me a fag slapped my face and said, do not make me hurt you fag. I quickly go up and dressed as the huge, dicked guy worked his dick back into his pants and he motioned for me to come with him. I again hesitated and the guy slapped me harder. I was dazed as the big, dicked guy grabbed my hand and lead me out of the room, down the hall to the elevator and up three flight and finally to his room. Once inside he told me to undress, I quickly did. He then ordered me to undress him. I came over and before I could even start, he grabbed me and kissed me deep. He kissed me for five minutes and then pulled off. He grabbed my dick which was rock hard now. He whispered in my ear; you are going to be worth every penny tonight. He let go of my dick and felt my hole. Boy, go clean out. I have the shower ready for you. You will only have me cum inside you tonight, I want that hole fresh. I went to the shower, figured out how to clean out with the nasal on the long hose and watch as my ass sprayed out water and all that cum. I finally feel empty and sat on the toilet to make sure and more water sprayed out but finally went back out the hotel room and he was standing naked his dick rock hard and dripping. He motioned me over and handed me mouth guard, put these in he said. I slide them in, they were uncomfortable, he pushes on my shoulders, and I was soon on my knees, he pressed his fat dick on my lips, and I opened and licked his head, he pressed forward and forced my mouth open. He kept pushing and it began to hurt my jaw. He held my head and pressed as tears ran down my face and I soon could not breath. He held me there for a few minutes and then let my head go and I pulled back and coughed. This went on for the next twenty minutes. It had to be the fifth or sixth time he had made me gag and cough that I pulled back and started to pull the guards out, He grabbed my neck with both hands and choked me till I could not breath. He said, do not fucking do anything like that again. I own you; you will follow my commands little fag. He let go and slapped me across the face harder than the other guy had. I fell into the bed, and he pushed me up on the bed. I had not noticed them before, but he had restraints on the bedpost, and he fasted my wrist to them. He slides a ball gag into my mouth and fastened it before sliding two pillows under my stomach and then he started examining my ass. He spread my hole and rubbed his fingers over my hole. I heard him say, fucking nice. Before long I felt his tongue on my hole, soon his tongue inside me. It felt amazing. He ate me for ten minutes and I was moaning and pressing back into his tongue. He withdrew and then I felt wet and cold on my ass. It must have been lube, I felt something press inside me and then wet cold inside. He had pushed lube up inside me. Then I felt a finger inside me, then another. Soon he had four fingers inside me twisting them around. This was not the first time but the way he was doing it, it felt different. He pressed them inside me, it hurt some, but he kept hitting my prostate and making me leak precum. He kept saying open boy, you want it. Be a good fag and open that hole. It started to feel so full. He pressed and twisted, if I could speak, I would have told him to stop, it began to hurt like fuck. I tried to pull away, but he held me, so I pushed down, and he pulled my legs forward. Then he took a break and soon my legs were also fastened so I could not move much. He lubed me up more and again inside my hole. I started to feel warm inside. He rubbed my back and told me I was so close. He started fingering my hole again, this time using both hands sliding all four inside with one hand and then the other back and four and faster and faster soon all of his fingers were inside me a little as they passed each other and then he pushed them all in and stretched me. Then pulled them back and he did it again and again. Ten times like this stretching me each time and then back to pressing deep and twisting. He reminded me to breath, I inhaled deep as he pressed and twisting and then the pain became so intense, I think I passed out and when I came to, his hand was just passing past my ring and inside me. I began to panic as his hand moved a little inside me. He rubbed my back with his other hand and said, breath boy. You are doing so well little fag. My ass felt like it was tensing up and closing, he slowly pulled out and I screamed into the ball gag and pillow he now had my face in. I thought, fuck that is over, but it was not, he rubbed my ass and again started that fucking both hands thing and soon was pressing again his hand as my ass opened and he got close to sliding and, but I closed. He slapped my ass and said, baby you were doing so good. Open for daddy. He pressed and twisted and this time I felt the entire thing, the shape pain and the total stretching of my ring as his hand forced it open and then how it closed around his wrist. He stays inside me for five minutes this time. The more he did it the longer he could say. He withdraws one more time and washes up, then cleans my ass off. That is when I felt his huge dick on my ass. Rubbing my hole and then pressing against it. My hole opened and he slide in as my hole sucked on that big dick, it went in easy to start but after six inches I began to feel his thickness. He pressed in and hit my second ring. Boy, what did I tell you, I asked you nicely to open up! He pulled out and slammed back into me. It hurt like fuck, he did it eight more times then he said, this is the one. He pulled out and slammed inside me and broke through my second ring and deep inside. Once he was balls deep inside me, he rubbed my back and told me what a good fag I was. He fucked me for twenty minutes and shot his first load inside me. Then he went back to fingering and fisting my hole. He kept stretching me and pressing his fist deeper inside me. Good boy he said, your hole is swallowing my fist, good boy. He was getting so deep inside me; I would start to panic and then he would hold and rub my back and calm me down. He pulled out and shoved his dick in me and fucked me again till he shot deep inside me. This time he did not go back to fisting me he worked in a butt plug and cleaned up my ass and unfasted me. He led me to the shower and cleaned me off and himself and then leaned in and kissed me again. Sparks when through my body, I really did not even like this guy, but he make me so hot. He told me to get dressed, we were going to give my ass a rest he said. I got dressed, as did he then we left the room and down to his car. He drove use to an older part of town and parked in front of a shop with neon lights and it said Adult Store. I had never been to one, he led me inside and straight back to a booth area and went into number seven. It was larger. He started to video of guys fucking. Soon there was a finger at a hole. I had not even noticed the holes before. There was one on each side. He unfasted my pants and pulled down my underwear and pushed me forward so the guy could grab my dick. My dick was already half hard, the guy pulled it up and started sucking on it. It felt awesome, he was getting me hard and a few minutes later my Fister, Kevin pulled me back and tapped on the hole and a dick came through. It was fat and pale 8 inches cut with red pubes. He pushed on my shoulders, and I opened my mouth and sucked his big dick. He tasted so good, and I could tell he was loving it, five minutes later he was tapping on the way and soon he shot the sweetest hot cum in my mouth. I kept sucking him and he soon went soft, and he pulled out and back. He turned and pulled up his pants and left. Kevin helped me out of my pants, and he took my shirt off and there I was naked in the booth. I heard the door on each side open and close. Kevin put his finger up to the left side and an old guy with gray pubes put his dick through, then Kevin did the right. I big brown dick slide through. Kevin again pushed on my shoulders, and I sucked on this fat uncut dick. Ten minutes later this guy shot in my mouth, and I swallowed. I sucked three more guys of before a BBC slide through. This cock was thick and had to be ten inches long. I sucked it as much as I could. While I was sucking his huge dick, Kevin pulled the butt plug out, I had to lift some and to the side, but it popped out and my hole felt open. He pulled me up and backed me up to the BBC while he held it and I slide my hole onto it. The guy said, fuck yea, that’s some good pussy. I soon was all the way back on him past my second ring and he was slow fucking me. He fucked me for twenty minutes, he made me cum twice, once at ten minutes and I came again at 19 minutes. Fuck, he felt amazing. The poppers Keven was feeding helped a lot. The black guys slide a paper through and all it said was same time tomorrow. I said, okay. Kevin kissed me and told me I was a great bottom and hot that was to watch. I took three more BBC’s before Kevin had me dress and we drove back to the hotel. When we got back to the hotel, Kevin was on his phone and texting. I thought we were done but Kevin said, babe, you have more to do. I paid the entire night. I was tired but followed him to his room. We passed a tall black man in the hall and Kevin nodded at him. Once inside Kevin had me get naked. I heard a knock at the door and Kevin let the black man in. Kevin told him I was his boyfriend, and I wanted a huge black dick. The black guys said, sure that white bitch can take it. Kevin said yes! He needs it. The guy unfasted his pants and pulled out his fat soft dick and walked over to me. It had to have been eight inches soft, I pulled it up and began to suck on his dick as it grew and grew. He was even thicker than Kevin and so much longer. I had my hand on it and I was taking as much as I could. The guy pulled me up and turned me around and lubed up my ass and his dick and pressed me up on the bed and onto all four. He got behind me and pressed his dick against my hole and slide inside me, he looked at Kevin and said that is a good start, but I am only halfway in. He pressed me down and sunk his dick inside me. Kevin fed me poppers as the BBC raped my hole and drilled me deeper and deeper and finally got all way inside me. I was in so much pain as he rearranged my insides. He began to fuck me hard; I heard a knock at the door and voices. It did not seem to bother the guy inside me and five minutes later he shot is load inside me. He pulled out and the other BBC slide inside me as I heard him tell Kevin that was so great ass, thanks. He said he would be in town one more night and he wanted me again. I ended up taking three black cocks back at the hotel. Kevin fucked me one more time before shoot inside me. He finally let me go back to the room and I showered and crawled into bed next to Maria who had cum leaking out of her. I knew we both got used hard tonight, maybe I was used a bit more than she was.