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Hi everyone, I am a young, 26, guy from Tel-Aviv. I will visit Amsterdam for the gay pride, after that Madrid and Barcelona for the circuit. Can anyone recommend me for places where i can have bareback sex? parties, sauna's, pubs, outdoors, etc.. Thanks a lot! -
This is my first story ever. I hope it turns you all on. It turned me on to write it and I look forward to adding on to it. MAC MEN By Randy Rawman I had been single exactly one month when my Powerbook died. I skipped the Apple store and went to a Mac Dealer in my neighborhood called MacMen. I’ve long thought that the guys at the Genius Bar are the unsung sex symbols of the new millennium, lanky bespectacled nerds with hard lean bodies and sexy tattoos under their royal blue T shirts with just a few clicks of their magic fingers and fix whatever’s ailing you and make everything okay. Yes, Apple geeks are dorky sexy. Angel’s just plain sexy. When I first laid eyes on him, I had come straight from the gym and was wearing my favorite ass-hugging red Umbro shorts and a gray Underarmour tank that caressed my pecs and shoulders and made me feel like a super hero. As Angel entered all my information into the stores computer, I took the opportunity to give him the once over. I couldn’t quite put my finger on his enthicity. There’s some Latin in there, a little Asian, maybe, definitely some black. Whatever it was, he was fucking hot. When I showed pick up my fixed computer a few days later, I was wearing the same shorts with a vintage Adidas nylon tank. Again, I had come fresh from the gym. I stayed extra long because I wanted to get a pump going in case Angel was working. Sure enough, it was him. “Hey Gym boy,” he says, even though I’m probably a few years older than him. “Here’s what we did.” He then proceeds to explain exactly what was wrong with my Mac and what they did to fix it. I could barely focus because his voice was so sexy (Where the fuck is he from?) and also because the way he was leaning on the counter, I can see his denim clad ass in the mirror behind him. While we’re waiting for my credit card to be approved, I consider asking Angel to coffee or something but can’t get up the nerve to say anything. He’s too fucking hot for me anyway. I thank him then head outside to my car. I load my computer into my trunk and when I slam the trunk lid, I see Angel walking toward me with a cocky smile. “Did I forget something?” I ask. “No,” he says. He walks the last few steps to face me before speaking again, this time in a much more hushed tone. “I wanted to catch you because I wanted to invite you to something, a party next month.” What? I was hoping that somehow our paths would cross again, but this I didn’t see coming. “A party?” I repeated. “Like a customer appreciation kind of thing?” Angel laughs. “No, it’s a private party,” he says. I shoot him a confused look. “Look, I fixed your computer,” he says, taking a step toward he and putting his arm on my bare shoulder, his volume lowering to just above a whisper. “I know what kind of dirty stories you read, what blogs you visit, what movies you download.” “I think that’s called invasion of privacy,” I say. “I think we share a common hobby,” he says. I don’t know whether to feel completely violated or totally turned on. “And what’s that?” I ask. He gives my shoulder a squeeze. “Breeding and getting bred,” he says, looking me dead in the eyes. This practically knocks the wind out of me. Just then, a mother walks by with two toddlers, totally unaware that helpful computer dork just called me out on my dirtiest little secret and that we were in the processing of bonding over one common interest; loads in asses. “Look, I gotta get back in there,” he says, handing me a postcard. “If I’m right about what you need, call the number on the bottom of that card.” He’s fucking me with his eyes now. “If I’m wrong, keep living in fantasy land and I’ll see you next time your laptop crashes from all the raw fucking you keep downloading.” It’s not until I get back in my car, that I realize my dick is rock hard and leaking in my shorts. I take a breath and read the postcard. If it was going to be an invitation to some kind of sex party, I expected it to be mysterious and vague. That wasn’t Angel’s style. BREEDHOUSE LA PRESENTS… SHUDDER Join LA’s hottest sex-studs for marathon night of load-swapping sperm-soaked fucking. JULY 24, 2013 THE RULES ARE SIMPLE: NO CONDOMS & NO PULLING OUT. NO LOADS WASTED. IF IT DOESN’T GO UP YOUR ASS, YOU BETTER FUCKING DRINK IT. The artwork is a cartoon of a blond muscle stud being fucked by a darker muscle stud who looks a lot like Angel while a group of other studs watch and wait their turn. Both fuckers are shuddering, heads thrown back in nut-draining ecstasy as the blond begs, “Breed me, fucker. Flood my ass,” and the Latino says simply: “Take. My. Cum. Uuunnnnnnnngh.” In the corner, written in ropy white letters is the artist’s signature; Angel S. Even his signature is made of cum. He’s a man of many talents. Am I brave enough to explore his other ones? It takes me two days to call him. I expect to get voicemail. I don’t. “Hello,” he says. Oh shit, do I hang up or do I talk? “Angel, this is Randy,” I say, my voice quivering. “You fixed my computer.” “I know who you are,” he says. “I was just thinking about your ass in those red shorts and how much I’d like to fill it.” I always thought my ass looked good in those shorts. Nice to have some confirmation. “How many times did you almost call me and then pussy out?” “None,” I lie. “Okay, four.” He scoffs. “Seven,” I say finally. “So I was right about you?” he says cockily. “Yes and no,” I say, fumbling the words as I try to explain myself. “I’m turned on by all that stuff, so turned on I can’t see straight, but in real life, I haven’t really explored that side of myself. Up until a month ago, I was in a monogamous relationship for ten years with a guy who didn’t like fucking. He was just into oral.” “Did Mr. Blowjob know what was on your computer?” he asks. “He didn’t want to know,” I say. “I haven’t been with anyone else in ten years.” “God, I bet you’re so fucking tight,” he says. I don’t know what to say to that. I’m saved from my awkwardness when I hear a doorbell ring on his end of the phone. “Look Randy,” he says, “I want to talk to you more, I really do, but I got a couple from Silverlake coming over here, a blond and a Latino…and the Latino’s going to breed me while I fill the blond with my four-day load. So I can’t talk. Have you thought about the party?” “It’s all I’ve thought about…but I’m not sure—“ “Check your email in tonight,” he says. “I got a proposition for you.” “You need my email address?” “I got it.” “What’s this proposition?” I say. “Just tell me.” The truth is, I just want to keep him on the phone. His voice makes me throb. “I can’t talk now, my buddies just parked…oh shit, they brought the leather, this is going to be so fucking hot, Randy. Fuck.” “Can I watch?” I say, jokingly. Angel laughs. “Hey, wait. Maybe you can,” he says. “You got Skype?” Fifteen minutes later, I’m matching a red-hot threeway unfold somewhere in the Hollywood Hills. Angel hasn’t told other two studs know he’s Skyping, but he’s positioned his computer with a nice view of the room. It’s his bedroom-slash fuck-den, complete with black leather covered bed and mirrors all around, and he’s making sure to be real vocal for me. “That’s it, Oscar,” he says when the Latino in chaps and a harness places his fat cockhead at his hot tight pucker. “Just drive it in. Uuuunnnnngh fuck! Don’t move for a second, let me get used to it.” “Okay, that’s a second,” says Oscar, with an evil smile. “I gotta fuck now.” He starts driving his cock in and out of Angel’s hot hole, withdrawing till just the head is inside and then slamming forward smashing Angel forward causing him to grind his hard cock into the bed. “Let me get on my knees, Oscar,” insists Angel. “This grinding is going to make me shoot and I don’t want to cum on the bed.” “That’s right,” says the blond, Ron, who’s in a leather vest and Nasty Pig jockstrap. “What’s the rule?” All three of them say it at once. “No wasted loads.” Angel looks right into the lens when he says that. And then he laughs. I know what he’s doing. He wants that to be my rule, too. He’s going to insist I live by it, too, or he doesn’t even want to fucking know me. No wasted loads. I can imagine him making me recite a manifesto, something like, “If there’s a cock in the room I’m in that isn’t mine, and it’s shooting a load, it’s going in me. It’s going down my throat or better yet—way better yet—up my hot ass. That’s what I was made for.” “And what else?” I imagine him asking. “And if my cock’s shooting its load, it’s going in an ass or a mouth, even if it has to be my own.” As I daydream about this, I make a promise to myself right then that from now on, even when I jack off, I eat the load. No wasted loads. “Oh fuck, I’m getting close and I don’t want to blast yet,” says Oscar. He pulls his drooling 9-inch breeding stick out of Angel’s ass, flips him around and shoves it down his throat. In the same flurry of moment, Ron, who’s 8 inches with fat mushroom head, goes balls deep into Angel in one smooth stroke. The whole switch happened so fast. There was maybe one split second when Angel when he wasn’t impaled on cock. “Fuck, your cock is amazing, Ron,” says Angel. “I can feel that fat head hitting my prostate.” “I want to drench it,” promises Ron. “But not yet.” When Ron pulls out, Angel’s hot fuckhole catches the light. Angel’s ass is already dripping with pre-cum. “I need your cock up my hole, Angel.” “This cock?” teases Angel, poking the head in and out of Ron’s tight pucker. “Is this the cock you want?” “That’s the one,” says Ron. “This cock with the four-day load in it?” says Angel. Ron throws his head back when he hears that news and groans. “Yes,” he says, like a man possessed. Angel’s rock hard 8-inch fuckstick plunges deep into Ron’s ass and he whimpers with pleasure and moans, “Yes, yes, yes, fuck me. Fuck me so deep. God, I need your cock.” "What else do you need?” asks Angel. “I need your fuckload,” says Ron. “I need you to flood my asshole. I need to you breed me.” “Get ready, fucker,” says Angel. “I’m about to reach the point of no return.” What Angel can’t see because of where he’s positioned, but what I can is Oscar priming his dick to go back in Angel’s hole. And it’s not going to come out until it’s drenched those asswalls with DN fucking A. This man, Angle. This man who looked deep into my harddrive and later my eyes, and could see that I had a need, a deep need, that I didn’t have the balls to explore. He’s going to change that. He’s going to break me in and introduce me to the Breeding Brotherhood and in case I think for one second that he’s all talk when it comes to bareback breeding, he’s going to breed one muscle stud on cam for me too see while another muscle stud coats his ass-walls with his creamy white load. And it’s going to happen right fucking now. “Oh fuck, I’m cumming, Ron,” Angel pants, just as Oscar jabs his shiny hot prick back into Angel’s puckerhole. “Oh fuck, Oscar! I was hoping you’d do that. Damn, that fuckstick is going to fuck the cum out of me and right into this fucker’s ass.” “Then do it, dude,” grunts Oscar. “Because I’m breeding you right…..NOW. Ungh…ungh…ungh…ungh…” Oscar keeps grunting with every jet of stud spunk that jets from his cock. “I can feel every squirt,” gasps Angel. “Damn, you’re still shooting.” “You’re pulling it out of me,” says Oscar. “I need cum!” Ron shouts. “Give me that four day load, Angel!” “You want it?” Angel asks. “I need it,” says Ron. “Here…it…CUMMMMS!” bellows Angel while grabbing Ron’s face and pulling him to be eye to eye. “Aaaah…aaagh…take my…cum….I’m…breeding… your….hot….fucking ….hole.” Angel arches back and is about to collapse on Ron with Oscar coming down on both of them, when suddenly Ron, stroking his hot fuckstick, says, “I’m cumming, too, guys. I wanted to breed but I’m fucking cumming. Who’s gonna drink it?” Angel and Oscar knock heads trying to dive onto Ron’s spurting cock but Angel gets their first. Angel takes jet after jet of thick cum, saying, “Mmmm,” with every spurt. After a bit, he pulls off and lets Oscar take over on Ron’s cum-soaked cock. While Oscar milks the last few drops from Ron’s delicious cockhead, Ron throws his head back, closes his eyes and tries to catch his breath. Since both his fuckbuds have their eyes closes, Angel can get away with looking right into the camera. He stares right into my soul and smiles. He heart, which has already been pounding out of my chest, nearly stops when he opens his mouth. He didn’t swallow yet. He opens wide and shows me the huge load Ron shot into him. He looks back into my eyes, swirls it around in his mouth, then points to me and then to the leather bed as if to say, “You’re next, fucker.” Then he swallows. I cum in my shorts without touching myself. TO BE CONTINUED. .
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Will have 3 blindfolded/hooded bottom pigs to fill up with your poz cum and piss. They will not be allowed or able to see who you are. They will be holes for your use and pleasure. Top / Vers poz men come and use pigs and go. Action will be in a hotel room. -
It's been a little over two years now since I got the letter that changed my life. Like any other day, I came home from work and checked the mail. There was a hand-printed envelope on linen paper. I opened all the other mail first, saving the best for last. Inside was an invitation to a weekend party. It was from Tom, a guy I’d met at the baths. Tom was an easy-going sort, who made me to open up to him. Among other things, I admitted that I found conversion stories sexy and appealing. Tom told me he was POZ. By legal definition, he had AIDS, but to look at him you’d never know. Seeing him fucking and sucking at the baths made me want to be like him and POZ. I’d fantasized about getting AIDS and passing it to others, more than I cared to admit. Up till then my fantasies had been confined to my imagination. They could hardly have been otherwise, since I was neg. But now I had a invitation to a weekend party of his. It emphasized a group of “POSITIVELY-MINDED MEN,” and " BAREBACK SEX." No misinterpreting that. It was a Conversion Party. My dick was hard and dripping. No way could I turn that down. A weekend with a group of horny guys into HIV and AIDS! Fuck, yeah, I wanted to attend! The invitation was RSVP. I called Tom up and told him I was coming. The party was three weeks off. I daydreamed about it constantly, replaying my twisted fantasies in my mind. I told myself I was headed for a king-size let-down. But it could turn out to be the kind of sick symposium I’d dreamt about. The party was set for Friday night till Sunday noon. The invitation said clothing would be checked at the door, so I needn’t worry about what to wear. I'm decent looking guy and in good shape, so I didn’t expect I’d disappoint anyone. And, judging from what I’d seen at the baths, Tom’s tastes in men and mine were similar. The others in attendance would be at least a pleasant eyeful. I told my lover I’d be gone till Sunday noon. We have a really open relationship. We’ve teased each other about who’s the bigger whore, and who'd be the first to catch an STD and pass it to the other. I rang the doorbell, and this cute little guy about my age opened up. He was wearing only briefs, which did little to mask his heavy cock and balls. " I'm Mike. And you are?" "I’m Joey." He picked up a list of attendees. "Got it." He crossed off my name and pointed to a door. "You can undress in there, and I'll lock up your clothes and valuables. Don’t worry about a thing. I’ve been doing this for three years now and haven’t lost a hankie.” I entered the bathroom off the hall and slid out of my jeans, sneakers, and polo-shirt. The house was well-appointed and expensive. I returned to the hall wearing only my briefs and found Mike greeting a little doll of a boy who looked no older than 20 or 21. His name was Sam. Mike introduced us . “Give me your briefs,” he said. "Everyone else is nude. I'm just wearing since I’ve got to answer the door." His extended hand waited for my underwear. The guys appraised me as I stripped. My dick had grown semi-hard, and Sam was titillated. "I gotta get a piece of that before I leave. Sure hope you’re one of those.” Sam entered the bathroom to undress, not closing the door as I had. Mike winked as he folded my clothes. I wondered what Sam meant by "one of those." Mike told me to go on back and join the others. “You won’t have any trouble finding them. Straight down the hall. Just listen for the music and the voices.” A dozen guys were lounging about, sitting, standing, lying, drinks in hand, talking and laughing. A quick assessment told me I'd been right. They were all quite nice. One guy was fiftyish, a daddy-type for sure. Another looked like a high school kid. And everyone else was somewhere in-between. But they had one thing in common. They were all appealing—good-looking, healthy (I supposed), sexy, American males. A couple of the guys came up and introduced themselves. One handed me a beer. Another pointed to the joints on the table. I noticed Sam, now nude, had entered and was socializing. Guys were still arriving. And some were getting pretty soused. Personally, I hadn't had much to eat and the cocktail and the weed quickly took its toll. I suspected others were feeling likewise. About that time Tom appeared. Apparently he'd been waiting for the last guest to arrive, because Mike, the greeter, came in behind him. Tom turned down the music and called for quiet. He welcomed everyone and said he was glad we could attend. "You all know what we’re here for, and that’s lots of good sex. But apart from that, I know a lot of you have personal objectives. You know who you are—so I won’t go into that. I hate to restate the obvious, but there are ground rules. Oral is okay, but stick primarily to fucking. Make sure when you cum, it’s in someone’s ass. . Switch positions often—and I don't mean missionary and doggie-style.” Guys giggled nervously. "I mean be top as well as bottom. Give as well as you get. Share your seed. Change partners often. Don’t do the same guy twice till you’ve done us all. Charge up as many guys as possible. Take as much ass-cum as you can. And anyone found in the possession of a condom will be asked to leave.” "There are 20 of us here, not counting me. 12 of you are neg, and 8 are poz. That puts the odds at 40% of taking a charged load. Don’t ask anyone his status nor reveal your own, which could change at any minute." I felt my knees go weak. This was a party planned around RAW FUCKING with guys into AIDS and HIV, an assemblage of Gift Givers and Bug Chasers. These guys, like me, were out to fuck and be fucked raw, HIV and AIDS be damned. "Don’t be too quick to wash the cum out of your ass. But bath and shower, replete with towels, are down the hall and on the right. There’s also the john where you came in and one downstairs. The den has porn vids running continuously. Same with the rec room in the basement. Both are good places to catch a catnap. You’ll find plenty of snacks in the kitchen, but please avoid that area between 7 and 8 AM and 4 and 5 tomorrow. That’s when the caterers come in. “As most of you know, there’s a variety of lube and weed and poppers at the bar. Do anything and anyone you like." Tom’s last risqué remark sparked a massive, marathon orgy. Guys were pairing up everywhere. They were piling onto couches and the pillows and mats that lined the carpet. A hungry hand groped my ass, and I turned around to find Mike, the greeter. "Ready for some action, stud?" His throbbing cock betrayed concupiscence. "Sure am." We wound our way past a maze of tangled bodies to a vacant mattress in the corner. He fell on top of me, and his dickhead probed my ass. He hastily smeared some lube on me, and used the rest to coat his cock. With two powerful thrusts he entered me then paused as I absorbed his fullness. Our lips connected; our tongues entwined. He slid his big dick in and out of me. He fucked with slow, deliberate strokes, almost entirely withdrawing before plunging in me to the hilt. I matched him stroke for stroke, meeting his invading shaft with my eager cum-hungry ass. I wanted to milk the cream out of this man. I moaned in lust for the d-i-s-e-a-s-e. "Fuck me, Mike. I want it," I said between his thrusts. "What do you want, Joey?" he asked as he pulsed into me. "Tell me what you really want." "I WANT YOUR POZ CUM, MAN. I WANT YOU TO PUMP ME FULL OF H-I-V!" That sent him over the edge. His pounding became furious. "YOU’RE SO FUCKIN’ TWISTED, MAN. YOU WANT MY VENOM IN YOUR ASS.” "Well take it, then!" "Shit, yeah, Mike. Cream my ass! Please shoot in me!" He lunged forth viciously as his thick cock spasmed in my hole. Hot blasts of noxious seed violated my guts. The deadly virus invaded me with every fiery jab. I ground my buttocks against him to absorb his lethal load. He stopped, hips jutted forward, his dick impaling me as far as it would go. We lay there in the aftermath. Quietly he said, "You're pretty obvious about being NEG. Don’t give it away. Everyone here wants POZ JIZZ, either to infect or reinfect them. Keep ‘em guessing. Don’t disappoint by letting them know you’re neg. You may not be much longer." With that he pulled out and wandered off, seeking someone else to poz or be pozzed by. I didn't waste time worrying about his status. If not him, then someone else would do me, I was sure. Ravenous, with unfulfilled carnality, I approached the bar in hope a beer might quench my prurient thirst. A fortyish guy did the same. After a minute of small talk, he cut to the chase. "You wanna fuck or be fucked first?" "I want to fuck you, dude,” I said. I gotta get this load up someone's ass before I cum." Unceremoniously we made our way to a mat, and he raised his legs to take my seed. I imagined I was poz and was infecting him. For all he knew I was. Regardless, the tight mancunt beneath his balls proved a succulent receptacle. It didn't take me long to shoot. We traded places and his dick slid easily in my cum-lubed hole. As he drew close I licked the purple bruises on his neck. Wet with spittle they seemed to glow. KS lesions? Probably. The guy had AIDS. Suddenly inspired I pummeled my ass against his pubes to meet the penetration of his noxious cock. And when I felt him tensing, I ground my ass against him, to suck out every drop of toxic cum. He winked at me as he withdrew, but I clasped my hands behind his back and wouldn’t let him go. He knelt there, staring down at me, a cynical smile transfiguring his face. He held his right arm out to me, palm up and turned away, revealing a large lesion, halfway between his armpit and his elbow. He pressed it to my lips, and I began to lick and suck it till the skin around it reddened. He stood straight up, his ankles planted firmly against my ribs. His cock, now shrunken to a fraction of its former mass, spewed forth a golden stream aimed directly at my gaping mouth, but raining down on neck and shoulders, dribbling past my ears and pits, onto the surface of the rubber mat. The guys around us applauded. His defecation done, he set out in pursuit of other pleasures. Hastily I retrieved a towel to dry myself and the urine from the mat. From there, the party blurred—whether from the weed, or beer, or lack of nourishment, or merely from the aberrant thrill of being a participant in such decadent behavior—I cannot tell. For the next 36 hours I fucked and got fucked by guys at least as debauched as I. It became obvious, as time went by, from casual conversations and off-the-cuff remarks—I was in good company—with men as hell-bent on self-annihilation as myself. As the party went on and guys got spent. A lot of us were eating or dozing or merely watching, and only a few were actively fucking as the rest of us egged them on. When I fucked before the group, I heard them urge the top to poison me. I wondered if there was a single neg present who had escaped at least one charged load. I was soon to get an answer. Near noon on Sunday Tom had each poz guy stand up for accolades. 7 of my 15 loads were POZ. The second guy I’d fucked, the guy who pissed on me, actually did have AIDS. My rod ballooned as I as I recalled each episode. The young man, Sam, hadn't been so fortunate.. He was the sole participant who had managed to avoid every poz guy present. Defiantly, he lay down before the group and raised his legs. He dared any Giver to step forward and pump a charged load in him. Tom intervened before anyone could react. “Being poz the longest and having fucked the least, I figure I deserve first crack at you.” We all cheered as our host plowed into Sam. After Tom, a couple other poz guys mounted him, in what turned out to be, for Sam, a very effective climax. Tom reminded us that, in a week or two, we might get sick. He’d hosted these poz parties annually for the past three years, and we’d be invited back. He kept a roster of similar affairs with other groups and individuals. If anyone remained unconverted, a rematch was available, with himself or one of his poz buddies. He urged us lucky ones to share the seed, overtly or covertly. I took his words to heart. 12 days later I fell ill and stayed home from work. In the coming months I was a nervous wreck till I got my test results. . That evening I had my dick up my boyfriend’s ass as usual, in the intimate fuck you do with someone you've screwed a hundred times. "I got my test results back today." He flinched, but kept on fucking. "So you’re pozzing me?" "I guess." We kissed, as he pushed up to accept my jizz and welcome the inevitable. His acquiescence turned me on. I must have spewed a cup of venom into him.
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We're a group of guys that have been hosting bareback parties in Central Florida (Orlando area) for close to three years now, usually on the second Saturday of the month. We typically have 30-50 guys turn out for each party. If you would be interested in joining our group, check us out on RawManOrgy.com. We have full description of the parties and what kind of guys we're looking for as well as what to expect if you come to our parties. If you are in Central Florida, or travel here, and you like groups of hot guys all having raw sex, come check us out.
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I found my way into a "neg only" party a couple of nights ago. It was great. I had to apply with a picture and state that I was neg and clean. One of the great things about being poz and young, I work out and swim and stuff, so I’m hot to trot and look great. The boys organizing the party fell for it and I was among nine or so attendees. Damn, my cock was so fucking hard and horny when I got there. I was a "first-timer" with this group. I don't think I knew a single face there in the beginning, but by the time I left, I knew just about every ass. Billing myself as a versatile top, there were about four versatile tops, two strict tops, and four bottoms. I started the night off with a nice bottom named Troy, 28, blond and blue, transplanted from Pennsylvania. Just the way I like them. He was very sweet and very horny. We were sitting on the couch and making out. Then he stood-up, turned around, and stuck his ass in my face, so of course, I ate-out his hole for a while. When it was nice and slobbery he climbed over my lap and teased my drooling cock with his hole as we traded dirty talk back and forth. I suggested he sit on my cock and fuck himself silly, which he promptly did. I was impressed how easily my cock slid in his hole. Guess he’d had some experience. In any event, we fucked for a while. Eventually, I had him on his back and pounded away until I delivered a nice creamy load inside his sweet ass. I keep my dick in him for a while, kissing him some more. While I was in this position, one of the strict tops, Mike, an 30-something Italian guy from Brooklyn, came up behind me and slammed his dick in me. I bucked hard against Troy and yelped into his mouth. Mike fucked me hard and fast, and got my dick up in a hurry. Pulling out, Mike had Troy reposition himself doggy-style on the couch and promptly Mike stuck his juicy, veiny cock into Troy's sloppy ass. Mike's dick is a bit bigger than mine, about 8 1/2” to my 7”, so Troy was feeling it. Mike kept me on the couch and switched between my poz ass and Troy’s (presumably) neg ass. Mike finished in Troy’s ass and planted another load in there. We rested (and cleaned-up) a bit, and after some chit chat, we split to find some new partners. I met up with another Asian guy there, David, a 23 year old Korean-American, and had an all out Asian party in the middle of the living room floor. Soon we were switching off on each other, my cock fucking his ass more often than his fucking mine. Two other guys joined us (a Latin guy with a huge cock, and a very cute redhead). Eventually, we ended up with kneeling me on the floor doggie-fucking Davie while he in turn sucked and slobbered on the redhead’s dick, and while Javier (we called him jay) went around back and stuck his huge dick in me. I was in heaven. We fucked like that for a while until Kevin (the host) came over and brought some poppers. Kevin gave everyone a sniff and we were all soaring and poking each other. Someone mentioned double-dicking, and Jay pulled out (leaving me aching and empty) and tried to slide in next to me in David’s ass. I gotta say, the mechanics of double-dicking are challenging. David was a bit nervous, but the redhead helped Jay and David connect while David sat on my cock. Kevin made David sniff some more and soon, although I felt David tense and buck a bit, Jay was sliding his huge cock next to mine. My dick was nice and raw and sending sensations all over my body. You see, Jay was by far the most active fucker, so his cock was, essentially, massaging both my cock and David’s hole. We fucked for maybe the better part of ten minutes before felt that wonderful contraction, and I blasted my second poz wad into yet another neg ass, coating Jay’s cock in the process. I disengaged myself from David and Jay, and watched Jay seriously pound David’s ass. I guess the redhead wanted to experience a double-dicking, so he positioned himself on the floor so David and Jay could include him in the fun. David started moaning again and his eyes seemed to glaze-over as the two dicks fucked him. I watched them finish-up with Jay shooting first and then the redhead. Aside from the sheer challenge of taking two dicks up my ass, I was envious of David. All that beautiful cum coating the inside of his ass. I rested for almost two hours after that, slowly pumping my cock as I watched all these boys going at it. Finally recharged, I set out to get breed one more guy. I’d been eyeing this guy who was there, and finally connected with him. Turns out his name was Joey. He was a somewhat little guy, lean, lightly hairy body, nice and tight with short brown hair and brown eyes, a solid looking uncut cock and low-hanging balls. He also had the cutest, smallest ass in the room. I took him to a corner and turned him over, no small talk, and started eating him out. I had him moaning and gasping as I dug out a few loads already deposited in there. I wanted his ass spic and span for my load. When I only tasted his ass on my tongue, I stepped up and slid in. Damn he was slick and tight. I rough fucked him, making him moan for more. It was too good and my balls were already on-edge, nevertheless we managed to fuck for about fifteen minutes. I’d pull out every now and then to eat his hole and see his puffy asslips wink at me. Sweet! Inevitably my orgasm was hard, fast and painfully into his sweet ass! To say the least, my balls were empty. I stayed inside his hole as I jerked him off from behind, feeding him his own load. What a great group of guys. There's talk about another party soon. Meantime, I’ve kept in touch with almost everyone there. We'll see what happens now. Asianboy.
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