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The Marine and the Troll Under The Bridge 7-31-2025 I have been trying to find the courage to post this one for a long time, It is one of the reasons I was just a Breeding Zone Lurker/Reader and not a full user. For those who have liked my Sticky Situation in another forum, this is darker. Many may not like it, Most Vets will recognize the shadows that haunt us. Rest assured that this is a work of fiction with some landmarks and truisms tossed in. However, my hesitation in posting is because this could have very well happened to me. It is not a happy fantasy cum true. Fair Warning, if you suffer from Military PTSD I recommend you skip it for the next pozzing story. /////////// Mike here, 21Years old, 5’11” when I stretch, 28” waist,160 Lbs. and a 7 inch cut dick and I am a Gay Marine. When I say gay, I mean in the spectrum of things, I am pretty damn gay. Or as gay as a virgin can be. In Highschool, I had eventually realized I was gay like my Uncle who at that time was also pretty damn gay. I mean I tried doing the traditional route, I dated girls in Highschool but never seemed to get as lucky as my peers, mostly it was a drain on my poor wallet. It had occurred to me that my friends might be fudging their scorecards some, but I had nothing to measure against. Marine Corps Bootcamp was not a discovery risk. Plenty of gay Recruits have earned their EGA. Boot Camp – East Coast/West Coast is pretty regimented down to 5 minute timeslices. If a Recruit has time to pop a Boner, the Senior Drill Instructor is letting his Junior DIs slack off. My uncle tells me that back in the day, female Beautiful Alluring Marines unofficially known as BAMs were only trained at PI, but then everything changed. Females were still taught makeup appropriate for the uniform, but they were expected to Shoot (Every Marine A Rifleman) regardless of sex, and both the Boot Camps in Hollywood and PI were machines that instructed Recruits in the Core Fundamentals of the Corps: Honor, Bravery, GUNG HO/Pulling Together, Combat Basics all while instilling the foundation of never leaving a Comrade Behind. Gung Ho was lifted from the Chinese, Semper Fidelis was the bedrock Prejudice of color were mostly expelled in WWII around the timeframe after Iwo. One color Mattered and it was Green (or) the flip side of that was Khaki. Old Corps Marines might dimly recall the mantra of Green Side Out, Brown side out, run in circles scream and shout. The ITV network at bootcamp was always streaming Sands of IWO Jima so that by the time a recruit graduates and goes to additional schooling or the Fleet, they have seen it around 40 times. Aviation fields were integrated with Naval Training at NAS Pensacola if you had spunk, or were otherwise worthy, and failed a technical course, you might be dropped to a less technically demanding track like Avionics would drop back to Aviation Electrical, Aircraft Engine Mechanic might drop to Airframes and Structures so as to not waste the core aviation training you already had. Mechanics who were situationally aware at the line level units were evaluated for Crew Chief or Door Gunner Duty. It was as a Crew Chief, my soul died. I had seen combat, I had even benefited from counselling during and after combat. I had lost Battle Buddies and Warrior Brothers, it was a heavy burden. Some peers had committed suicide, prevention screening was heightened. Then the event that changed my life for the worse. During a training mission a catastrophic failure which prevented any real effort to Auto-Rotate dumped 4 of us and a UH-1N into Davy Jones’ Locker. Most Marines get Water Survival Qualified at least once. Aviation crew personnel in the Marines and the Navy are required to go through the Dunker Trainer. If successfully completed, you have a 9 in 10 chance of exiting a water crash if you retain consciousness during the initial ditch. I was knocked so hard I cracked my helmet but I was conscious enough to take a deep breath and try to move towards the front pilot in command a copilot seats as the sea rushed in but the flooding and the increasing darkness fuzzed my awareness. Then I was being pulled out backwards by my flight vest and broached the surface sputtering with the other surviving crew member Joe Richwalski who said “at least I don’t have to do Mouth to Mouth” as he inflated my flotation bladder in the vest took another deep breath and dove down, his vest remaining uninflated. I dipped my aching head and tried to peer though the murk. I was panicked but mechanically preparing to deflate my vest and dive when Joe again broached the surface. We can’t reach them and turned his face away but dove again in case he was wrong. The Rescue was pretty quick during combat or training – if a tracked flight goes off grid, the response is ASAP. My debrief and report got Joe cited with a Meritorious Service Medal and my head and orthopedic injuries got me transferred from flight status to medical holding. Segregation of serious Combat Wounded Marines and those who suffer an injury as a line of duty incident is routine. If a Marine just back from deployment wraps their Motorcycle around a telephone pole while drunk, that is not usually a Line Of Duty injury. The fact that it was a mech failure of equipment with loss of life during operations training meant I was re slotted into a billet until I could be medically stabilized, evaluated and potentially medically discharged. My new Duty Station assignment was published, I was attached to Marine Barracks Annex, Washington DC. Because I had done band and music in High School, and Sound/Theater during the same period, by oddball chance I was slotted into a ‘Roadie’ billet supporting the Marine Orchestra. The in-brief/Welcome Aboard was typical but some of the specifics were non-standard. The extra decorum expected of Marines in the Nations Capitol, and the Rocks and Shoals that would get us into instant trouble. A whole list of historical infractions such as drunk Marines trying (and sometimes succeeding in the old days) of climbing the Whitehouse Fence; right down to Drunk and Disorderly; or the catchall ‘Conduct Unbecoming A Marine”. I had been low, now I was very low. Then I learned my Uncle had died. While I had affection for my parents, somehow, I loved my Uncle more. The whispers not from my parents but from the cousins was that it involved complications from AIDS or HIV. Knowing my attraction towards men, and knowing the risks, the last time I spoke to my Uncle I had asked him to take my virginity. His response after a pause, Oh Mike, I love you like you were my own son. I could not possibly, and I heard something unintelligible, and he hung up. When I came back from the funeral, I still had some leave and I went on a bender. The Gayborhood on East Capitol Street that my Uncle had once described was gone. Remington’s, Mr. Henry’s, all gone. However, there were still plenty of bars and about 01:30 in the morning, I realized as they prepped for last call that I was too broke for a hotel, and too drunk to successfully bluff my way back through the security gate. This may be redundant for Vets who know it already, but perhaps for a few it will bring into focus just how much of a burden Marines can carry. The Marine Corps was born in a Bar so a drunk marine is nothing new. I had tied one on trying to anesthetize my mind from the pain of compounded loss. To add to my woes, it started raining, then pouring rain. I huddled under one of the overpasses in despair. I was as wary as I could be but even if I got rolled/robbed they would not get much. The ever-present homeless population noticed the high and tight haircut and most kept to their selected spots but one said to scoot up the underpass slope – the chilly wind is not so bad there. He said his name was Leo and I told him my name was Mike. Leo said Marine Right? I replied yes. Leo said thank you for your service. I hung my head. What’s wrong? I assure you are not the first Marine to pause under this shelter and you won’t be the last. In my drunken state, I started recounting my story providing what a sober mike would realize was too much information. I fell asleep and became wakeful with some wonderful feelings. The rain was still pounding, my dick was out. Had Leo been blowing me? My erection had never been this hard even when jacking off and watching porn. I had no other experience to compare it to. I started buttoning up and Leo said no worries, just helping out a shipmate. I looked a silent question in his direction. ’82 he said after a bit, just before the Marine Barracks was attacked. Friends of mine went ashore from the LHAs for a card game. He leaned back over and unbuttoned my fly while keeping a wary eye on my reactions. I was silent except for a gasp as he took me into his mouth. My erection reappeared and within a short few seconds I blew a huge load down his throat and he swallowed and swallowed, suckling for a while. He must have kept a little because he pulled out a skoal can and hawked a gob into it setting it aside. He said roll over and I hesitantly complied. He pulled my jeans and shorts down and started licking my hole. I was paralyzed with fear and lust Fight or Flight did not even occur to me. My gasps were followed by groans as his tongue entered my anus. With the chill air, I felt warm and Rosy. My anus was relaxed from beer and Leo’s tongue. He stopped and moved up inserting a finger, then two, then three. He spat on my hole and I heard the skol can lid drop as he added my cum to my ass. I shuddered. He entered and not with a finger this time. The initial entry was sharp, but I was calm, and still drunk but aware. As my hole relaxed he went deeper, he was rubbing my love nut and every time my ass would clench he would sigh. Eventually he picked up the pace and his dick expanded further blowing a definite series of cum spirts up my ass. As he deflated and withdrew, he continued his soothing talk. Mike, I’m sure your Uncle would have eventually come around. Here is the gift he did not have the opportunity to give you. I’m sure he would have helped out a shipmate eventually. After all, we are all family now. Share it in good faith, you will join tour Uncle and Brothers in Arms soon enough…. …not the end….

I was on Grindr this morning and got a message from someone that was extremely close by. Turns out he's staying in the same hotel. He simply said, "R U INTO ANON FUCKING?". I replied back, "FUCK, YEAH!". He asked for my room number. I gave it to him and told him to just push on the door. I'd have it fixed so he could just come in. The room would be dark. I asked if he wanted me on my knees, to suck him first? Or did he want me ass up on the bed. He said, "Ass Up". I quickly closed the drapes. Turned off all the lights and stripped. There was just a faint light coming through the edges of the draperies to give a soft light in the room. You could make out shapes. But not see faces unless up close. I kneeled on the edge of the bed. With my bottle of poppers in hand, I waited to hear the door open. In just a few minutes, that wonderful sound of the door opening and closing was heard. I took a couple of strong hits from my popper bottle as I felt him feel my ass and rub my asshole. I heard him removing his pants. Then felt his mouth on my hole. He licked and slid saliva up inside my hole with his tongue. Then I felt his cockhead press against my hole. He grabbed me around the waist and pushed up into me. Ahhh.....It felt great sliding into my hole. He felt like he was sliding 6 or 7 inches into me. It had a nice thickness, too. Best of all, he was rock hard. His Grindr profile said he was 29. Not a word was spoken, but he pounded me hard and deep for about 6 or 7 minutes, until he finally slammed deep into me and filled my gut with his load. He just as quickly pulled out, pulled up his pants and left my room. All without a word spoken. I never saw his face. Or any other part of him. I loved being filled with the hot cum of someone I have no idea who he was.

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?

This vid here is an excellent example of a man who knows who and what he is. He isn't afraid of someone's opinions and surrenders himself to his lustful urges. Fucking glorious

Hi everyone, my very very first time writing here. I actually still don’t know how it works, so apologies in advance if I make some mistakes about topics or locations of my writing. I come from a very conservative religious family, and especially lately, after a bumpy sexuality growth ( I’m in my early thirties), I’ve developed a need for sex which is sort of non consensual. It’s like a fantasy where I’m not able to decide what to do with my body and it’s entirely up to the other men to use me and do what they want with me, (I’m a total bottom). I try to recreate as much as I can about this scenario getting a bit drunk and high on poppers, like I’m not in control at all and the top just does what he wants to get off. Just wondering if there is anyone out there into this kind of intercourses and how you manage to achieve that level of satisfaction. Thank you for now.

I had been on the road for a couple of weeks. It was really busy on the trip and I didn't get a chance to play with any hot men in Montreal OR Ottawa. I got home late Thursday and decided to take Friday off. Screw it. I was just getting out of a nice hot shower where I had included a good thorough ass enema. I wanted some serious ass play Friday to make up for lost time. I figured I would try online and a couple of regulars to see if anyone wanted to get together for some rimming, fingering, toys and ass play. A regular buddy called and wanted to know if I was working at home? because he wanted to cum over and play in the sling. Talk about sending vibes out to the universe and having your response come back. LOL. R came over and being good Canadian guys, we shared a joint and went downstairs to the sling. He was settling into the sling and adjusting his feet in the stirrups while I searched my porn collection for something suitable. I thought it never hurts to use subliminal hints, so I selected a video with a bunch of hot leather daddies fucking and fisting in sling scenes. Why not!? I ate his ass for a while, sucked his balls (he loves that) and then his cock. He loves it when I slowly deep throat him to the balls, then stop and grip and release his cock with my throat muscles and tongue. Drives him crazy. I always give him this rubber cock/ball ring that makes his balls really stand out nicely. He loves it when I take them both into my mouth and suck them gently towards my throat. Milking them with on/off pressure. His balls are a nice size and a nice sized sack made it really juicy and wet action sliding them in and out of my mouth and doorway to my throat. I got him all turned on and he blew a pretty decent load down my throat. He said he loves the way I eat his ass, and finger his prostate then suck his balls and cock and massage his prostate. He told me once it was all happening at once, he couldn't hold back. We switched places. I got on my back in the sling with my hole hanging over the edge of the leather. Completely relaxed and exposed for him. He sat on the stool and slid it forward so his face was level with my hole. He spit and fingered it up nice and slow. Then he grabbed some lube and started increasing fingers. Continually adding more while he slow stroked my cock with the other hand. He reached out and grabbed some toys from the box by the sling. He lubed them up and worked toys of increasing size inside my hole. It felt amazing. He told me to take a couple of deep pulls on my brown bottle. As I placed the bottle beside me, I felt him slowly slide his entire fist inside me in one gentle, long push. I was horny as fuck from being away, and my hole just sucked his entire hand inside. He played a little at my hole, stretching it, pushing it in/ pulling it out a little. He repeated this nice and slow until my hole was just an open gape. Completely juicy with the lube and now, my ass juices. When he slid back inside the inner edge of my gaping hole, he took his time pushing his three fingers up a little deeper with each gentle thrust. Another huff on the brown bottle and I just relaxed my ass and let him slide up in through the second hole. Nice slow fucking motions and a little pressure. LOTS of lube and j-lube and coconut oil. I couldn't get enough of it. He worked his way inside me nice and slow almost to his elbow. It was pretty hot. He was fucking me from the entrance of my hole all the way up into my guts. In once slow push. Then a similar slow pull. Until he pulled back to the edge of my ass lips and stretched in/out slow. Got it nice and juicy. I came at least three times. I was just oozing cum from the hole of my cock. It was oozing all over my foreskin and cockhead. He reached over and took all the precum from my uncut head and slathered it all over his cut cock. By then, his cock was rock hard and dripping. Adding my precum added to the glisten. He planted the head against my gaping pucker, lined it up perfectly and just shoved it inside in one hard push. Stopped. Got his footing solidly in place and pummelled my hole for about 2-3 minutes. Hard and up deep where he had opened things up. His sock was right through my second hole in a few seconds. I squeezed his cock head as he slipped up inside. We both moaned. He hand me the brown bottle again while he stood still. I took a couple of good pulls and passed the bottle back to him. He told me to grip his cock hard with my ass muscles. I squeezed his cock head a couple of times first, to tease him. Then, I clamped tight on his cock as he thrust in and up deeply, then pulling out right to the outside of my hole. Then slam back in. We were both immediately starting moaning and I knew he was ready to blow a massive load deep in my guts. And he did. I could feel the spurts, he was cumming so hard. It was intense. Wet and juicy and slick. He churned it up a few minutes and then pulled out. But he wasn't done yet. He sat back down on the stool and started slowly fisting my hole that is recently full of his cum. Probably spent another 5 minutes working my hole over and pushing his cum DEEP up inside me. When he was satisfied he had buried everything deep, he pulled his hand out and asked to lick them clean. Pretty intense welcome home.

Where is best in NYC to explore video booth gloryhole fantasy? I want to be ass up to the gloryhole in a video booth for guys use and breed my hole.

Met a guy a few weeks ago. Hot, hung, great stamina, good vibes. He fucked my brains out, but we played safe at his request. The condom broke at some point and he pulled out and came all over my face. Couldn't walk straight for a few days. So when I had a chance to meet again I leapt on it. This time though...this time no condom ever came up, no discussion, he slide in bare. Like he knew I wanted him raw all along (I did). Railed me for an hour in doggy, missionary, on my side. Gave me have a shaking, blushing, moaning orgasm with my legs on his shoulders and then pounded his load deep inside me without a word. Felt it running out of me as we laid there kissing. I couldn't stop myself from begging for another. He gave it to me, of course.

So I was just on the phone sex line (I prefer it most times to watching porn … I get off on the interactive aspect) anyway i was exchanging messages with this guy who said he was older (mid 50s) married to a woman… his best friend of many years is gay (gbf) Awhile ago gbf made a move .. and ….long story short (details of the seduction are hot but not the point of this question) He is still married… but now a definite item with gbf and a total bottom… sucking off and getting fucked (raw) by gbf my messages back to him were egging him on to get more cock … anonymous cock … the thrill of pubic sex (or at least an audience in a back room) etc. to fully experience what it is to be gay And he replied that was too scary which got me thinking about “fear” as an aphrodisiac is it/ was it ever …. a turn on for you? being on your back looking a total stranger in the eyes while he fucks you raw and cums in you? being fucked in a dark room - or while hooded or blind folded - and having no idea who is fucking you? Sucking cock of getting fucked in a public cruise spot knowing you might get caught? or just doing it in public at the baths and having guys watch you (maybe someone you know or work with) will be there and see you being a shared cum slut? or just the first time (for us older guys - after 1983 when condoms became the rule) for you younger guys anytime …. you took your first raw cock ??? curious what you guys think… I know “fear” is frequently a thing in porn fiction….i just wonder if it is in real life for any of you..

racial slurs (nigger, wetback, gook, cracker whore) in sex drive me fucking insane. The best orgams of my life. I guezz its humiliation that really gets me off. Hiring pros$ adds another layer of immorality to it. Anyone else turned on by it? I recorded a buddy of mine ( a black rentb-y) taking a clients$ huge white dick in his juicy nigger butt. It was so immoral... gave me a huge orgasm.

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.”

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I decided to travel around Europe during my gap year between school and University. I bought a railcard and YHA membership and stayed in various youth hostels in France and Germany. It was a lot of fun and I met some nice people along the way. Eventually, I found myself in Hamburg with a couple of days to kill before I had to head home. The weather was hot and sunny, so I took as trip down town and found myself in the Reeperbahn. This is the red light district and is full of adult cinemas, bars and clubs. In a side street, I passed a small x rated adult cinema which was advertising gay films. At that stage, I was aware that men turned me on, but I had never had a chance to do anything, let alone see a gay movie (this was before the internet). After walking past again, I thought this is crazy. Go in or go home I told myself. So I went in. There was a small ticket booth in the narrow entrance way. The old guy behind the desk barely looked at me before taking my money. Then he pressed a button, the door in the end wall buzzed and he nodded me through. It was dark inside. There was a corridor to follow. Flickering lights from TV screens lit up the walls and there were the sounds of people having sex on movie screens which made my heart pound and my hands shake with adrenaline. I followed the corridor and realised it wasn’t a cinema as such. There were just a number of booths leading off from the corridor with screens showing porn, some small enough for only one chair facing the screen, and bigger ones with sofas and space for several people. All had glass windows and no privacy. I edged along. In one booth a large guy in overalls lay back in a chair, zip open and wanking a large erection as he watched two men fucking on screen. My mouth went dry. I had never seen a naked cock before. I felt excited and fearful at the sight of him masturbating. He looked at me, grinned, then turned back to the screen. I stumbled on. This was wrong, I thought. A small, backstreet dive smelling of body odour, showing porn where people were fucking without condoms. The kind of place where you could get into a heavy, risky scene. I was scared and excited. What had I got into? I turned a corner and found myself outside a larger booth. Two middle-aged men were inside. A large, fleshy man was sat on a sofa sucking the cock of a tall, skinny guy who had his trousers down and was holding up his shirt so he could watch himself being sucked. The other guy was completely naked apart from black stockings. He was obviously wearing a long blond wig, and had a lot of tattoos and piercings. After a few moments, he leant back and I saw his nipples were pierced as was his heavy, erect cock which had a large, thick ring through the end. He had a brown bottle in his hand. When he unscrewed the top and sniffed it, a heady, solvent like aroma filled the space and made my heart beat faster. The skinny man turned, bent forward and offered his pale, naked bottom. The pierced guy leaned forward, spread the cheeks and began to tongue his arsehole. Oh my gosh. It seemed such a depraved thing to do, and yet my cock was painfully hard in my trousers and my mouth was dry. I should go. This was dirty, filthy sex. I was aware of someone next to me. I saw a small, older guy in spectacles . He had his trousers open and was sporting a heavy erection with a mushroom head drooling pre-cum. He rubbed it, indicated the couple in the room and licked his lips and smiled. Then he nodded at my waist. His meaning was obvious. Time to leave, I thought. But I didn’t. With trembling fingers, I opened my jeans and pulled out my cock. I had never exposed myself to a man before. “Sehr schon,” He said and reached out and held it. I gasped with surprise and shock. He sensed this and asked in German if I liked it. “ Y..y..yess.” I gasped in English. “Ah..English..” He smiled, rubbing his hand lightly and slowly up and down my cock. “You are new to this, eh?” I nodded and blushed, then found myself being guided into the booth with a mixture of excitement, fear and lust. The seated man turned away from licking the arsehole to grab my cock. He leaned forward and for the first time I felt my erection enter another man’s mouth. The sensation was amazing as he began to suck and lick me. I felt hands on my belt, opening the buckle then dragging my trousers and underwear to my ankles. Half naked, I looked down at the blond-wigged head bobbing up and down on my penis and felt my fear being replaced with overwhelming excitement. “Good, Ja?” The old man whispered in my ear and I felt his hand on my bottom, stroking the buttocks and probing my hole with his finger. The man sucking me took my hands and pulled them down to his tits. They were saggy with heavy rings through them. I had to bend forward to reach down and two things happened. The skinny guy leaned down, took my head in his hands and began to kiss me. At the same time, something wet and slippery was rubbed into my arsehole and the old man’s finger slid up inside me. “Oh!...oh my!” I groaned. The man’s tongue was in my mouth. It felt so filthy and exciting to be kissing another man. The fleshy guy on the sofa leaned back and produced the bottle. He held it to my nose and I got the full force of the poppers as he made me sniff. My eyes widened and my head swam as the solvent made me feel so horny. He was wanking his thick cock with the heavy ring in it and without thinking, I bent lower and began to lick it. “Ahh..” He said. “ Schon!” It was big and wet with slippery pre-cum leaking around the thick metal ring. “Ficken!” He hissed and gestured to the old man behind me. I didn’t know what he meant, but suddenly I felt the mushroom head of the old man’s cock pushing into my arsehole. I tried to resist and say no, but the heavy cock was in my mouth and the skinny guy stuck the bottle under my nose. The solvent made me melt with lust and I gave way. My hole opened and opened and then his cock burst into me, slid up inside and then his sagging belly was tight against my buttocks. It felt so good, so filling, so exciting and yet I wasn’t so naive as to realise he was in me bare and the risks of it. “C..Condom? Please?...oh..oh my.” I sobbed with fear and yet loving the feel of his cock sliding gently in and out. The fat guy in the stockings took my face off his cock and whispered “Ah..so. Tourist, Ja? No condoms here...poz guys...we breed.” Then he kissed me and fondled my cock below my belly as I was bent over being sodomised for the first time. The hairs stood up on my neck as the full shock of what he had said hit me - the cock sliding bare in and out of me was HIV positive and if I didn’t make them stop and get out of there, I was going to be pozzed. And yet. And yet...it felt so good to be fucked. The skinny guy reached over and spread my cheeks with his bony hands, encouraging the old man to get deeper up me. I could sense their excitement as they realised they had caught a virgin hole in their clutches, I felt fear and excitement and began to struggle a little and attempted to straighten up but I was held in place and the stockinged man stroked my face, kissed me and fed me poppers. The old man was fucking me harder now, his breath harsh on my neck “Oh..oh ja! Ich komme...I’m cumming!” He growled No! I thought. Oh no...he’s going to do it in me! He’s going to spunk! But it was too late. He gave a soft, piggy grunt and I felt his stiff cock throb and throb and knew he was filling me with dirty sperm. “Ja! Ja! Breed him!” Gasped the skinny guy as he held my buttocks apart. I sobbed with lust and surrender as I felt him cum, and when he pulled out a few seconds later a drool of warm sperm slid out of my bottom and over my balls. What had I done! I had let him cum in me...it had felt so good not only to have his cock in me, but the fact he might be making me pregnant had been overwhelmingly scary but exciting. Perhaps it would be alright? Perhaps if I left now I wouldn’t get infected? But it was sooo intense! So sexy! As these thoughts whirled in my brain the fat, stockinged man took my arm and began to pull me to the sofa. I went to sit down but he said “ Nein, nein little one.” and made me kneel with my arms on the back. He gave me the bottle. Hesitantly, I took off the cap and sniffed. My head whirled and I melted with lust. I felt his strong hands pull my cheeks apart and then his mouth was on me and his tongue was probing my dripping arsehole. I was shocked! How filthy! But it felt so good I couldn’t help pushing my bottom into his face and allowing his tongue to probe deeper. Beside us, the old man was pulling up stained boxer shorts over his softening dick. He was talking and laughing with two more men who had appeared, one of whom opened his trousers and dug out a stubby erection. The tongue left me gasping and slumped over the sofa back. The stocking man got up, leaned over my back and whispered “ Gut...very gut. Now we fuck. I give you my sperm, my babies” Before I could react, I felt the cold metal ring push into my hole, followed by a thick head and then the meaty shaft. “Oh...ohh...OOOH!” I gasped as it filled me up so I couldn’t breathe. He began to thrust slowly, sexily in and out and his heavy body pushed me into the sofa. I couldn’t move. I was helplessly impaled on his cock. I knew for sure he was toxic. I knew for sure if he came in me I would be pozzed. There was nothing I could do. And yet my cock was stiff against the leather seat back and my body shook with lust. I felt fingers probing where his cock entered me and the skinny man whispering something behind us. The old man had gone, and the two new men waddled into the booth with trousers and underwear around their ankles. “Jaaa….mmmf….take my cum you pig!” His cock continued its slow, sexy rhythm in me, but now I felt it throb several times and knew he was spurting in me. After a few moments, he gently withdrew, the big ring scratching me as it burst from my anus which gushed sperm. He sat back onto the sofa and began to watch the movie. I could only accept my fate as one of the men got behind me, slid his stubby cock in me and rested his hairy belly on my bottom as he began to thrust...

First a little about myself. I just turned 18 a few months ago. It's been mom and I for as long as I can remember. Mom has been a nurse at least my entire life and even before then. She is now the head nurse (no pun intended) at our local hospice which cares for men with AIDS. I have been around sick men ever since I can remember. I have helped mom and the other nurses out quite a bit. I clean up on occasion and help feed those that cant feed themselves. The disease has never scared me. When I was a lot younger I realized I enjoyed being around these men. My voice and mannerisms were more feminine than masculine. I discussed this with my mom and discovered I was indeed gay. My mom approved of my sexuality so I got lucky there. As my hormones started kicking in I noticed being around these men was giving me a hard on. I would come home and jerk off and then lick myself clean. I enjoyed my own cum and definitely wondered what theirs would taste like. Since I had no dad the birds and the bees were taught to me by mom. We discussed my fantasies I was having for those men and she said for my 18th birthday I could start living out my fantasies in real life. She revealed that some of the men thought I was beautiful which made me blush. I stand at 5 feet 3 inches and weigh about 110. Shoulder length blonde hair that thanks to mom I style it like a girl does. As my teenage years progressed I noticed my fantasies were getting hotter. I imagined being called a dirty faggot while taking these mens loads. Being pissed on had crept in there as well. I knew that I at 18 I was going to get fucked. What I didn't know was that I would be the hospice whore and I couldn't refuse any loads. The night before my 18th birthday mom instructed me on how to clean out my hole. After doing this I had a lite dinner and repeated the same process the morning of my 18th birthday. Mom inspected me and when she was satisfied she handed me a pink silk robe and slippers. I was told that was my clothing for the next four days. My birthday fell on a Thursday. We left home and headed to the hospice. Before going in mom attached a leash and collar on me and led me inside like a bitch. As we neared the entrance mom took off my robe. Once inside I was put on all fours and led into the family room. There were 2 men there already. Mom took off my leash but left the collar on. She told the two men which I recognized to have fun knocking me up. I knew what she meant because of my research on the matter. Before mom even walked out the door Sam had his cock in my mouth. Mom just laughed and went about her business. Sam is definitely a sick man. He has sores on his body and cock. I must admit I still worshipped his cock. The other gentleman Michael stopped Sam for a minute. Michael then slapped me a couple of times across the mouth to get my lip bleeding so I had an open wound while giving Sam a blowjob. Those sores were rubbed all over my busted lip. Some would say that's abuse but I came from Michael doing that. While I worshipped Sam's cock Michael only using spit for lube rammed his cock up my ass. I tried to scream but Sam held me tight against his cock. Sam's cock is only 7 inches and sort of thin. Michael on the other hand has a ten inch cock and fairly thick. It felt like Michael ripped my ass into. I soon realized that he did it on purpose to get me bleeding so I can take his AIDS cum directly in my bloodstream. Sam came fairly quickly but he didn't pull out of my mouth after cumming. I did swallow his cum and he let me nurse his cock while Michael continued the assault on my hole. Michael fucked me for a while and kept saying how good my pussy felt. Okay I thought only women had pussies but I quickly learned that as a bottom my ass is a pussy for gay men. When Michael got ready to cum he sped up his thrusts and was pounding my pussy hard. I started moaning and Sam pulled his cock from my mouth so my moans couibe heard by anyone walking outside the door. Then it happened. Michael started cumming and Breeding my pussy. God it felt like he shot a dozen huge globs of AIDS cum in my pussy. After he finished he kept his cock in my pussy to make sure I got it all and to make sure no cum leaked out. Once he was soft even I was exhausted. Both he and Sam left the room and I thought I was going to get a nap in. I was wrong. Mom came walking in with two more men to use me. She inspected my pussy and laughed. She said oh I bet in a couple of weeks you will be pregnant. But don't worry because once you're knocked up then your ass is going on meds. You are still my son and I want you around for a very long time. In the meantime your little faggot ass needs to get back to work. You still have 18 more men to satisfy today. At this point my pussy is sore but I knew I couldn't tell mom no. So I put my ass in the air and my mouth open to satisfy the next two men. Well time to get back to being a whore.

Hi summer doesn't last long so I'm trying to take advantage while good weather is here. Looking for help as well as top breeders in either, Mississauga, Oshawa or Barrie in helping as well as partaking in a BB gang bang in a secluded outdoor cruising spot in any of the above mentioned town. I will be the only bottom and looking for top or vers top pigs to use me as their fuck toy and drain their cocks in either of my cum starved holes.

When does a bottom cross that line? When does taking cock turn into being a cumdump with no way back? For me, it started the second I got my first car in high school. Freedom meant one thing: cruising. I’d hit the spots every night, bent over in the front seat, letting raw cock flood me. I didn’t count those early loads, but they stacked fast. Two, three guys a day. By the end of the first month? Easy 10 loads dripping out of me. Then came poppers. That’s when the addiction started. I’d hunt for cock daily—windows fogged, ass open, poppers in one hand—taking any man ready to breed me. No cleanup, no shame. I loved leaving a spot sloshing, knowing someone else would add more later. But the bathhouse years changed everything. The first time I left with 20 men’s cum dripping out of me in one night, something in me snapped. I wasn’t just into bareback anymore—I was wired for it. By my 25th birthday, I was HIV+… and it only pushed me further. I didn’t slow down. I got bolder. No fear, just hunger. Every man became a donor, every load another mark on my soul. Now I’m sitting here wondering… was it the first 10 loads? The first night you took cock from five men back-to-back? Or was it when you let the virus in and felt truly owned? How many loads did it take for you to become a total slut?

I sit there, in my head, telling myself to just leave, or no, stay, but say not to that drug, it's bad. (That's what society says) Fuck it. You said few limits. Now man up and be true to your word. Cuz that drug isn't even a sliver of the bad thoughts, desires, and urges that are conconting in my sick, kinky, erotica cum filled mind. 😈 Dominic hold the bitch up to my mouth, and says,suck in lightly, not like green, as I do it it doesn't feel like I got a hit. Dom yells, oh blow it out right away. As I start to blow it out I try saying " see nothing" but as those words came out so did the thickest, biggest, whitest cloud I've ever seen!! And then the porn playing in the back ground that I barely heard before that hit, started getting more noticable, and my body was getting warmer, but then I was fn horny and Doms smile earlier to ear, and says, SEEE NOT BAD HUH. I sit back as hes lights and make me hot 3x more. And by the 2nd one I'm completely naked, stroking my cock, Dom says in a deep voice, get those lips around this, It was like in movies when they show Jesus or whoever with light around them, it was fn Doms, 10 inch, thick, uncut, gorgeous cock flopped out. Like a magnet I just start going to town as he blows clouds on me while I'm working my uncut dick sucking skills always get his toes curling and the moans he makes got my cock hard and dripping. And his foreskin is longer than most but when I swirl my tongue between the head and the foreskin make him go wild! Dom says, u fuckin want this to stretch that ass don't you, u fn know what that swirl thing does!! He grabs my shoulders literally flips me over, pushes down on my back super hard and growls and says, this going in balls deep, just breath then the pain was so much but my moan was louder and his thick meat penetrates my un worked tight hole with so much force I try to move forward but he got my should on lock. He is just pounding, And suddenly it felt like there was lube or spit but was my ass juices from a fleet enema I used! Thank the fn skies for that. But then he stops balls deep and grabs a blue thing from his jacket and, well shit 1 point! His evil laugh then I see him only do half it, then he wraps that blue thing around me and.... End part one

So my step dad has been acting odd lately ever since he has this new work buddy. See my step dad is kind of a oddly quiet man. He holds shit in way to long til that one day he just explodes. But this man he met at work got him on something. Im empathic and his energy is just off. So one day him and George came home bar close, first time ever seeing my step dad drunk. But then George walks in and some hot guy my age. Sorry I'm Zack, and this is my drunk dad. Sorry he is being really weird lately ! Well shit Zack this is my drunk step dad. Literal he has never drank around us. That is off. Because him and dad drink all the time at Our place. Well more now that mom left and never came back. But to be honest, don't get mad. But your step dad got a he gay. I busted out laughing, oh Zack I'm gay, my step dad thought we could pray the gay away out of me. Sorry. Well sorry to you because I walked in on your step dad getting pounded raw by my dad. Blank stares, and sacks evil smile looking past me. I turn around and my step dad is right in my face smells like whiskey. Pushes me against the wall and says, Well you finally know, thanks Zack, this fag here beleived my acting for 10 years. Well this is the real me. He flips me arondpulls my pants down. Im still in shock and asked Zack if I was dreaming. He smacks me an said, nope. Oh dam u have thought of him this way! U r worse than him. As my dick is rock hard gushing precum. Fuck daddy stop, moms gona wake up. Oh boy, as he pounds my hole into he wall, shes not here dumbass, she's at her sisters till whenever, we r divorcing and she wanted you to know she needs alone time and that I am taking care of you. The tone is his voice was scary. But made me shoot

Carlos and Rose were a couple of 20 year old college students. Carlos with his muscular body. Uncut 9 inch dick. Kept Rose happy. Rose and Carlos would bring in a third to play with them. But for Rose, it was always another woman. She didn’t mind it. But she wanted to play with Carlos and another guy. After another fun afternoon of fucking. Carlos wanted to bring another girl in. “Rose, how about Sally?” “Carlos, why does it always have to be another girl?” “Why not a guy?” “Because, I’m not gay.” Carlos replied. “Neither am I.” Rose said. Carlos massaged the back of her neck. Rubbing her naked body. “If our having sex with another guy makes you happy.” “We’ll do it.” “You pick out the guy, if he’s interested.” Carlos said. A few days later. Carlos coming home from school saw Ned and Dan the older gay couple. Who lived in the apartment next door to him and Rose. Both men lusted after the young hunk. Rose was amused by it. “Hi Carlos”. Dan said with a smile on his face. Carlos said “hi.” And Ned who was overweight just smiled at him and was thinking about what he would do to Carlos if he ever had the opportunity to do so. Rose had been working and studying. This left Carlos by himself and lonely and horny. Carlos went out a few times with Sally. Finally they had been drinking and went back to Carlos and Rose’s place. Sally a blonde with big breasts and a very loose pussy. They went at it for a couple of hours. Unaware that Rose had came home and saw them. She was angry. She wanted to get back at Carlos. A plan come to mind. She would not pick one guy but two and they would be Dan and Ned. She knew how uncomfortable he was around them. When Carlos was shirtless. She could see the lust in their eyes. She told them what had happened. And asked if they would be willing to fuck him. She didn’t need to ask. They jumped at the opportunity to fuck him. The weekend came. And Carlos was nervous. Rose said she had two guys coming over. Unaware of which two men. She bought him a jockstrap to wear. Dan and Ned requested it. The doorbell rang. And Carlos answered it wearing nothing but the jockstrap. To his surprise. It was Ned and Dan. He was embarrassed. He knew how these two guys fawn over him. “Guys this isn’t a very good time.” Carlos said. “Actually Rose invited us over to have some fun with you.” Dan said. “We can’t wait.” Ned said with a sinister smile. Rose came out. “I see you are surprised.” “But it was my turn and I want to see these two fuck you.” ”Can we fuck him raw?” Ned asked. “By all means.” Rose said with a smile. “Can’t we talk about this?” Carlos begged. ”Save the begging for the bedroom.” Dan said. Next thing Carlos knows. Is he’s sucking cock and he’s horrible at it. Both men aren’t big dick wise. But know how to use it. Ned rips off the jockstrap and now Carlos is completely naked and at their mercy. In which they show him none. Dan was the first to cum inside Carlos. “Oh fuck.” Dan moaned. “Please don’t cum in me.” Carlos pleaded with Dan. “Shut up, you whore!” Dan said. You’re our bitch now!” Dan felt his load shoot deep into the young man. “Ahhh shit”. “That felt great.” Dan said collapsing on top of Carlos. Dan got up and now it was Ned’s turn and he was going to enjoy him. Much more so than Dan did. He took his time. Thrusting in and out of the now non virgin ass of Carlos. Ned even forced a kiss on the young man. Ned went at it for over an hour. “Carlos, I’m about to flood your ass with my seed” Ned said. “I’ve wanted this for so long!” “Here it cums, you fucking slut!” Ned shouted. Rose had peeked in and smiled. “That will teach you for cheating on me.” After both men had finished up. And Carlos was close to tears. He asked Rose why the both of them? “Because I saw you with Sally.” “And I needed to teach you a lesson.” She said. Before Carlos could say anything. He was dragged out of his apartment naked. And bought next door where, Ned and Dan had more guys waiting to fuck poor Carlos. Which Rose gave them permission for.

Been lingering on this site, craving a place to really spill what’s been happening to me lately. I’m a cumdump bottom in NYC—new here but definitely not new to being used. I’ve been on a rampage of raw hookups, both in the arcades and on the apps like Sniffies and BBRT. No names in this tale. Just raw truth—or maybe it’s a fantasy? Either way, the hole doesn’t lie. This isn’t some week-long story. This all happened in one day. Just one of many lately. I’ve been getting seeded nearly every day, sometimes multiple times, chasing that next high and that deeper stretch. My body doesn’t even flinch anymore when it’s opened—it just welcomes the next load. This day started with a lean, hairy otter type. Turns out he’s usually a cumdump bottom like me, but that day he needed to unload. He was tender, rubbing my precum on his cock, savoring every part of my body. He fucked me deep and close—moaning, locking our legs and arms together, breathing into me with every popper-soaked thrust. He bred me twice. The first load was thick and heavy. The second took longer, but he kept at it, sweating and frothing, eventually pushing it deep again. He even told me if he’s ever too flooded and needs to unload, he’ll hit me up. That kind of connection hits different. Later that same day, another top showed up—completely different vibe. Big uncut cock, thick, perfectly curved, heavy balls. He went straight for my hole, eating me like he was starving. Once he realized I was already loaded from earlier, he got even more aggressive, pulling me onto his face to suck me clean while we both huffed poppers hard. While he ate me out, I kept his thick cock in my mouth, teasing his head, stroking his balls, both of us locked in that high, slutty zone. Eventually, he flipped me over and bred me exactly the way I need it—deep, slow, locked-in, but also rough and focused. He really got off on breeding his load inside me. When he finally came, it was everything—balls deep, locked inside me, cock pulsing and shooting until I could feel it pooling inside. I begged him to stay in, and he flexed inside me, milking every drop before slowly pulling out so nothing spilled. He told me we’d definitely be doing it again. Honestly, one of the hottest tops I’ve taken all year. Perfect cock, filthy breeding mind, total popper pig, and my hole fully approved. Even with his size, I wasn’t sore—just glowing, buzzing, and fully surrendered. I’m sharing this because I know some of you feel that same hunger. Maybe you’re a top who’s aching to seed a cunt like mine. Maybe you’re another cumdump chasing that next thick load to push you deeper. Either way, I love connecting with others who understand this craving. Hit me up if you want to swap stories, confess your needs, or just vibe on that addicting need to get used. I’m always open to hearing about your last load.

Don’t know what it is but I love skinny twinks with big cocks with a cocky attitude. After college I stayed in the small college town that I graduated from, getting a well paying job dealing with college age kids. Back then, it was not wise to be out, small town small minded. So picking up guys was hard to do. There was a gay bar but it was old queens and trolls, now I’m the old queens. Funny how life turns. Some college guys would go there but the pickings were always slim. Sometimes there would be the closet “str8” frat boy with his gf and friends but that was like finding a unicorn. One night a few gay friends, I didn’t have that many, invited me out for drinks and by the end of the night we needed up at the gay bar. It’s a dark and seedy place, low lighting and the music was always to load. The few of us left in the group were standing at the bar drinking and watching the dance floor. As we are standing there doing shots and people watching, I see a short twink dancing it up on the floor. Cute, blond, skinny, but way too gay for me. He did have a hot little butt but I could see from the way he was dancing, total flamer. Every time I looked out at the floor, we would make eye contact. At this point, I’m starting to really feel the booze and his ass is starting to look even better. He is moving and shaking his ass like he wants a dick in it now. As I watch his ass, I’m starting to feel horny and with the booze in me, I’m ready to have some fun. I look back out at the floor and he is gone, I don’t see him anywhere. Well that’s for the better, no regret in the morning. About 15 minutes later, I feel someone grab my ass hard. Not like in a crowded bar grab, I mean 2 hands full of ass hard. I turn around and here is the twink smiling up at me. I’m 5’11, 180 32wt 43 ch, he is all of 5’7 130 maybe 26 wt and skinny chest and arms with light blue eyes and blond hair. He is looking up at me with a cocky smile on his face. He grabs my head and pulls it down and whispers in my ear. You been watching my ass all night, let’s get out of here and I will show you something special, then bites my ear. I’m shocked to say the least, he is skinny, cocky like I like and his voice was not manly, It was that high pitched. Caution to the wind, I said I lived a few blocks away. He said good, cause he lived in the dorms. We walked the few blocks back to my house, talked a little about the general things, what’s your name, where are you from, how fucking old are you. His name was Nick, 18 and from a few hours away for this town. As I’m unlocking the door, he grabs my ass again and gets up on his toes. He licks my ear and says I have a hot ass, that he loves muscle guys. Damn, this is twice he has grabbed my ass, he has not once grabbed my crotch but then again I have not grabbed his. As we walk into my place, he asked if I have anything to drink, that is not water. I’m like yea, I have some booze but no mixer. He says good, I like it over just a little ice. He does this like he is placing an order at a bar or telling his bitch to make him a drink. I shrug it off and go make two drinks. As I’m coming back into the living, he is standing with just his underwear on. I stopped to take in the sight, he is skinny with pale white skin and light blue bikini underwear on with a large bulge. I can’t decide if he is too skinny or what, before he steps forward and takes his drink. He down’s it in one and ask where the bedroom is. I’m thinking no get to know you, just get to business, ok. We head upstairs with me in the lead and his hands on my ass. He is telling me how I have a nice back and a meaty ass. As we walk into the bedroom, he is pulling my shirt over my head and starts undo my pants. As my pants and boxers hit the floor, he kneels and starts to suck me. He is licking the head and playing with my balls. It feels good, he is working me so good. Rounding my nuts in his hand and every once in a while he reaches past my balls and runs a finger across my hole. This goes on for 10 mins or so. My hands on resting on his head but I’m letting him run the show. As his fingers run across my hole, it’s getting a little wet back there. He is adding spit to his finger from time to time. He has me worked up at this point, I willing to do about anything for this to keep going. He stands up and pushes me back onto the bed, he grabs my legs and lifts them. I’m thinking he is going to finish taking off my pants but as he pushes my legs up towards my head. He dives his face into my ass and start an unbelievable tongue fucking. He is licking my rim and then slides his tongue into my hole. Then back to licking. It feels so damn good. He pulls his head up and starts to lower my legs a little. I tell him that, that feel so damn good. I want to do the same to him, he says all in good time. That he is not done on munching on my hole. He tells me to turn over. I’m turning over, he pulls my pants off. When I’m face down, I spread my legs to allow him better access. He crawls up between my legs and starts all over again. Damn he is good, I’m so damn wet back there. He slides up my body and kisses my neck. Telling me how hot my body is and he loves to eat ass. That I have a great one. As he is sliding back down my body, he is touching and kissing me everywhere. This all feels so good, I have not had someone do this to me in a long time. I’m so lost in the pleasure, I forget it’s a twink doing this to me. He is going to town on my hole, then slides up my body to kiss my neck and nibble on my ear. My ears are a trigger for me, they turn me into putty. He has been doing this for 20 mins or so. I can feel him shifting his legs around as he is going back down to my ass. He is down there, licking and touching my hole for a longer time this time. When he finally starts to move up my back I feel his cock for the first time. Skin on skin, he has removed his underwear. As he gets to my neck, I can feel his head at my hole. It feels thick, as he starts to push in. I’m loose and wet from he making a buffet out of my ass. I’m spaced out some but as he pushes forward I start to come to my senses. Not from the fact he is trying to fuck me or that I don’t know if he has a condom on. It’s the size. The head is not in all the way and I’m getting stretched. Now I have had a few bf/fwb that were thick, thicker the better, length is not a big thing to me. But this is something else, a whole lot of something else. His head is laying on my back, just to the left of my ear. His arms have now moved under me and have moved up to my chest. He is hugging me from behind and just keeps the pressure on my hole. He is not moving much, just pressure. He’s mumbling a few things about relaxing, it will feel better soon once it’s inside. As I’m trying to tell him to stop and pull out, his hand comes up to my face. He slides three fingers into my mouth to stop me from talking. As a little more moves into me, he moans. This feels good he tells me, he asked if I’m feeling better. I can’t speak much with three fingers in my mouth. He tells me again that I need to relax more to get the rest of it in. As he pulls is fingers out of my mouth and he tells me to spit in his hand. As I do this, he starts to move it out and from under us to relube his cock. When he pulls out and lubes up with spit, his other hand moved up to my face. He pushes something into my face. He was quick about the whole thing. His head was not out of my for long and has he pushes back in, he goes deeper. He has the head now in me, he has to be the thickest thing I have ever had. It hurts, not in a good way hurts. It hurts bad, I think he ripped something, but he is not letting up. He is not moving much, just slow constant pressure. He is telling me that I’m doing so well and ask if I like the smell of his cock in my face. Finally realizing that he has his underwear up again my nose. He is just shifting a little back and forth, getting a little deeper each time. After some time, I can feel his pelvis on my ass. He has been telling me the whole time that I feel so good around him. That I’m like an oven inside with a vise grab hold on him. He is starting to move some, just an inch or so. Nothing hard or rough, just slow movements. He is telling me that he will not last long this time. Just the thought of me taking him in me raw has him about to pop. But not to worry, he will last longer the next few times. He is moving a little faster now but still only a inch or two. He is hugging me hard and his breathing is getting harder. He says that I’m his first and growls out, fuck I’m cumming in you, fucking cumming. I’m still a little out of it, the shock of this kid topping me, that his cock has to be massive, that he just came in me or I’m his first. First what, hook up, guy he fucked, raw fucked. As I’m laying with him hugging me and his cock still hard inside, I’m trying to figure a few things out. As I’m starting to wrap my head around some of it, he starts to move. Not move out of me, he is fucking me again. Not the slow moving as before but not pounding me either. Just a steady rhyme, 3-4 inches. Both his hands are cupping my chest, as he squeezes them both. He rams deep into me and holds there. I think I have every inch in me now, because it hurt like he found a spot his cock had not touched before. As he is holding it deep in me, I heard him saying that I need to relax more if he is going to fuck me till morning. I need to loosen up or it’s going to be a long night. That the pill does wear off for hours. I’m like pill, what pill I’m thinking. He pushes hard against me again, trying to see if there is anything that has not entered me. He is talking as he holds deep in me, saying things like he is so fucking hard, harder then he has ever been. That he can’t believe that the pill his roommate gave him had him this hard. That he told his roommate that he was going to fuck tonight and the roommate give him a pill that will keep him hard for hours. That he doesn’t have to pull out at all, fuck, cum, stay hard and not pull out.. He holding deep, telling me how great my hole feels. That it’s hot and so wet inside me. That he can’t believe a hole could feel this good, that he’s so excited that I took him raw and he came in me. But it’s going to be a shame when he is done, that my hole will be a train tunnel. That he is going to ruin my hole for other guys to use. He starts pulling out a little and pushes back in hard. Slow out and hard back in. Bet you’re feeling better now he asked. With my cum acting like lube, it’s sliding in and out easier. You feel full, not just because of my cock. He informs me that he shots bigger than average loads. That most guys that have sucked him off, can’t swallow it all. I’m thinking you’re 18, how many guys have blown you, so I asked. The answer was 30 or more, he laughs and goes on about everyone want to suck on a big dick. This is as he is still pulling out slow and hammering it back in. With each punch of my hole, he is talking about how soft and gooey my inside feel to him. That it’s so different from the old trolls that he fucked back home. That even with the size of his cock, they didn’t feel tight at all and wearing a condom never felt good.. It’s not this feeling, this raw power and tight heat. That the old queen that taught him to fuck had said raw was the best and nutting in someone was even better. It was like owning that person because you were now part of them. He tells me, I own you now. He is starting to pick up the pace, he is not pulling out of me but the head is coming part way out. Then he would slam back in to get every inch into me. This has been going on for 20 mins now and he is just riding my ass as if he owes it. At this point he does, he is in total control as he says number two is coming around the corner. He slams deep and hold it there, god it feels good cumming in you he says. He is deep in me and telling me all about how my ass feeling around him. Wet and moist, starting to feel sloppy but still tight. That the old troll was right, raw is better than being wrapped up in rubber, unless it’s gear.