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*****The following is a work of fiction, any resemblance to real people, alive or dead, is purely coincidental.*****

Enjoy, I sincerely hope you cum while reading this. Eat your cum. Smear it all over you. Take a picture of your load and share it in the comments. Be my guest. If I made you cum, I'd be honored. 

And now, gentlemen, without further ado...

Let the "show" begin......

The most true statement any sexually active gay male can make in regard to their sexual health status, if they're not already testing positive, that they're not necessarily negative, but rather unknown. Especially true, if in your sexual repertoire you often practice bareback sex with multiple partners. 

There's good reason why, considering that HIV has a window period, where you can be infected, but still pass a blood test. Took me a little while to learn, but I eventually started to accept that as the norm, especially as I have been ditching condoms more and more as the years carry on.

And I was such a sweet and innocent boy, once upon a time.....

Let me tell you a little bit about myself.
The name's Daniel. I'm a swimmer, and I was on my high school swim team. Most guys would probably consider me to be an otter, as I'm pretty lean, a tad athletic, and since puberty struck, I've grown a nice manly mane of chest hair. It's one of my favourite features, and I think it makes me look sexy. I'm 26, Capricorn, and I am a Ginger. I have Hazel eyes, and a face full of freckles, that track down my neck and spread over my shoulders. Going by the compliments I've been given, apparently what you've heard about us Gingers/Redheads is true. Fuck modesty eh, haha. I'm a passionate guy in bed and I love cock. And cum. I'd bathe in a man's piss, cum, spit and sweat if I could. All the scents drive me wild.

Would you fuck me?

I'd fuck me.

I'd fuck me hard.


When I left high school, I started cruising public toilets. There were a lot of chance encounters over the years that followed. Mostly making out with guys in the cubicles, often the big ones that were designed for use by disabled people in wheelchairs. Fortunately, I don't think these shenanigans disadvantaged anyone who was wheelchair bound and needed the facilities, at least not while I was there.

Anyway, it became an addictive behaviour, really. The rush of possibly being caught, the scents of stale piss, the "dirt" factor of being sexual in a toilet, getting naked in the cubicle with other guys and being a slut, letting one guy after another in, and sucking their cocks and kissing them, caressing their bodies and drinking their cum. I always wanted more. And the more encounters I had, the more piggy I got, until I was fucking guys who were total strangers bareback and cumming up their asses, and bending over for other guys to rim, finger and fuck me. I loved the feeling of a guy's tongue hornily worshipping my ass. The warmth, the silky fleshy massaging effect. The moisture of his saliva on my sensitive hole. Sheer bliss.

This is what I was born for.

The faggot I was destined to be came alive when another man drove between my legs and made love to my tight little pucker with his sweet wet mouth. It felt dirty and piggy, I felt like a slutty whore, and I fucking loved it. All of it.

I also tried a couple of online dating sites, as High School hadn't really taught me much about how to find other gay guys or how to be a part of the "scene" as it was. Part of me wanted a romantic life, not just sex, so I gave it a whirl, but I still enjoyed the fun I was having cruising while I was doing it. It satisfied my urges, so I was relatively happy with that. 

That's how I met Sam.....

(to be continued)

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Good start. Looking forward to seeing how this one develops!

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Chapter two - Sam's backstory

I guess you could describe me as a sex addict, although I've always found the term to be a bit weird. It feels good. Why wouldn't you want to do it at pretty much any time you could? An orgasm triggers chemicals in you that help support your immune system and reduces the risk of prostate cancer in men. It's not just the biological aspects either, but also the intimacy. I can argue quite happily that some hookups I've had have been just as satisfying as sex I've had during romantic relationships. I fail to see a negative. I mean, I'm not fucking some guy butt naked in the middle of the road, on the busiest street in the middle of the city, for fuck's sake. Although, that is tempting.....

I'm a 30 y/o, 6 ft, Caucasian guy, brown hair and eyes. Medium build. A little bit of a belly. Basically, your typical "guy next door". Not a supermodel, but not a troll, either. I clean up ok and look pretty good with a clean shave and a nice dress shirt. And I get my fair share of attention, when I want it. I've had a few r/ships, hookups and some group encounters over the years. I'm not adverse to the occasional trip to the bars and clubs, but I'm not that big on being a part of any scene as such. Saunas and cruise clubs can be fun sometimes though.

I got an interesting message from a guy online a few months ago, a sweet ginger guy a couple of years younger than me, and although I usually prefer older guys, hunky daddy types, mostly, something just seemed to click right with this one. Even more so as we started going on dates, doing the "getting to know you" stuff, and playing around a bit. Usually spend time together on the weekends, and have been exploring each other's turn ons, kinks and fetishes when feeling horny. We've fucked a couple of times, but each time he insists on a rubber, and I oblige, because, well....

I'm poz.

He doesn't know yet.

I'm planning on breaking the news to him soon, as we do like each other, a lot. I'm a bit scared, though. I want the relationship to develop to the point where I know for sure we can trust each other and he won't run a mile screaming if I tell him. And, to be honest, I'm enjoying the romantic stuff we've been doing. From going to places together, even just lunch in the park, to the movies, out to dinner, typical date type stuff, even just the odd night cuddling on the couch, watching a movie. I've had a r/ship dry spell for a couple of years before meeting him, so it's kind of refreshing. A change from hanging around saunas looking for sexual thrills to fill the gap and only sometimes being satisfied. Some killer fucks, but also some depressing nights that had me thinking that maybe it was time to settle down. I'd lived a pretty rock 'n' roll style life throughout most of my 20s anyway.

So, things are going well. His name is Daniel. Like the Elton John song. That song usually reminds me of him when I hear it on the radio, and it often makes me smile.

So, we've played around with a few things. I'm pretty big on things like bondage, and being dominant, whereas he's more a bit of a raunchy guy. Likes scents and body fluids. Big on sweaty armpits, he says it's like natural poppers to him. He loves nudging his head into my armpits for a good whiff when we're cuddling in bed. It's soooooo cute, and pretty sexy. He's also a fan of watersports, which I could take it or leave it, but he gets right into it, so I'm happy to indulge him. We're both major cumsluts, though. Through and through. Usually snowball each other. I hope to ditch the condoms one day soon so that we can breed and felch each other. Sex just feels more right without a barrier. More natural. Better too, when there's fluid exchanged.

It's all about the cum.

That's something that an old fuckbuddy of mine says.

I kind of agree with him, at least for when it comes down to just plain old fuckin'. It's the end goal. I like the way it smells, I like the way it tastes. I like it when a guy blasts his load all over my chest or face. Or when he cums on my hole and pushes it back in with his cock. Even better, when he breeds me nice and deep, and I can feel his cock twitching orgasmically while inside me.

"It's all about the cum." - Roger Branson.

Good ol Rog. Power top. Multi orgasmic. Could fuck like a piston for hours. Fit as fuck and built to show it. Not weightlifter huge, but more like a Rugby player type build. Muscular and athletic. What a fuckin GOD.
Made my hole sore on many occasions, and it was an ache that I became addicted to, even though I also like topping most of the time, myself.

He was the one that infected me with HIV.....

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I will definitely post a pic of my cum when your story gets to the point of having Daniel get pozzed. 

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Your writing is excellent! I'm really enjoying the story so far, and there are a bunch of details that are just like little gems...


Fortunately, I don't think these shenanigans disadvantaged anyone who was wheelchair bound and needed the facilities, at least not while I was there.


I'm not fucking some guy butt naked in the middle of the road, on the busiest street in the middle of the city, for fuck's sake. Although, that is tempting.....

💛💙 Oddly enough, I have had both of those exact thoughts, nearly verbatim, about the subject.

And, most intriguing...


We've fucked a couple of times, but each time he insists on a rubber, and I oblige, because, well....

[emphasis mine] Given what we know about Daniel, why would he do that?

Looking forward to the unfolding!

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Thanks for the kind words @viking8x6

I would like to answer your question, but it would mean I give away a bit too much, haha, let's just say there is a reason for that....

It will all make sense in the next couple of chapters 


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2 hours ago, Filthpig69 said:

I would like to answer your question, but it would mean I give away a bit too much, haha, let's just say there is a reason for that....

Oh, I don't doubt it. I'm actually enjoying the suspense... as I said, looking forward to the unfolding. There's a reason strip tease is done one article at a time 🙂

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Hop in the Delorean, folks, we're going back in time......

Chapter three - Sam & Roger, Part 1

It was a beautiful sunny Saturday. I had a weekend entirely free, no plans at all this weekend, so was looking forward to getting my slut game on and getting as much cock and loads as I could over the weekend. I mean, why not, right?

Indulgence itself is the most powerful drug. Not just in sex or drugs, either. Any high. Even a Bacon cheeseburger or a new pair of shoes. Buying that vinyl album you've wanted for a while, or a flash car. Fuck, even a bag of marshmallows. Etcetera, etcetera....

Cool. Watch the porn, smoke the pot, wear the nice cologne. Indulge. Now. You only live once.

This has been my life for a while, actually. I'm a fuckin' rock star. A movie god. Total celeb. Party animal, a fuckin' RIOT. I have had the occasional relationship and more domestic/vanilla lifestyle brush me by at different times, but no longer than maybe 10-11 months at a time. It usually gets to a breaking point sooner or later. I don't think monogamy is really my bag, nor the house and white picket fence thing. I'd rather travel around, trying out all the different sights, sounds, flavors etc.

So, after my breakfast and a good strong coffee, I douched and showered, had a quick shave etc... checked myself out in the mirror 😉.... heh..... and set out on my way to the sauna to begin my crusing binge.

On arrival, went to the gloryholes they have there and just waited for someone to shove their cock through from the other side. I sucked off a couple of guys and decided to head to the area where the private rooms were and cruise the halls. I love sucking cock, but I needed to get fucked and loaded. Badly.

I hooked up with a cute Asian guy, he was a pretty good kisser, and we got right into some nipple play, then I bent over on the bed and he rimmed me for a while. God, his tongue was just fuckin magic. Got me nice and warmed up, and I was moaning gently, begging him to fuck me. He shoved in raw, pretty much straight away, all the way in, balls deep, and kind of knocked the air out of me at first. He had a nice sized cock as well, about 6 x 5 inches, and was uncut with a fairly loose foreskin. As he didn't really worry about lube, he was sporadically slowing down and pulling out, mid-stroke spitting on my hole and his shaft to add a bit of moisture, but I could also feel the foreskin moving in my chute. It gave me a kind of goosebump/pleasurable shudder feeling. He asked if I wanted him to pull out to come, and I began to beg him for his load inside me, repeating over and over "Oh, God, please cum in me, baby.... breed me..... please breed my fuckin ass"....

He quickened his pace after about 10 minutes, while we were fuckin doggy style, and also got more and more forceful, which felt amazing. I couldn't help myself "fuck yeah, fuck me hard, wreck my hole, baby". He seemed to tense up all of a sudden, and just kind of froze, then I felt his orgasm, his throbbing cock inside me twitching around violently and his cock spewed a nice load up my guts, coating my fudge tunnel. I could feel his body rock and spasm with the force of his orgasm, too, and it turned me on like crazy, knowing I had helped him have such an intense orgasm.

Feeling temporarily sated, I headed to the showers, then went to the steam room for a few minutes to chill out, then hopped in the spa bath they had there.

Then this absolute GOD of a man walked past me, and turned his head just slightly towards me, making eye contact for a brief moment and giving me the slightest smile and a little wink. Fuuuuuuuck he was super confident, and so sexy. My cock throbbed at the attention. I'm sure I blushed slightly, too, the slightest hot flash coming over me.

Holy. Fuck. I haven't felt THIS horny just from a guy giving me a look in a while.

I quickly got out of the tub, I had to track this guy down in the place, before someone else stole my chance.....

I headed back towards the main lounge and looked around. No sign of him. Ok. Check the steam room. Empty. Fuck. Next, the gloryholes and maze. A few guys lingering about and in different stages of play, but he wasn't there either. Damn. Have I missed out? My heart started sinking slightly, but I wasn't gonna give up just yet. Went to the lockers. Not there. Went to the corridors between the rooms. No sign. I was getting desperate now. Last possible place. Darkroom at the back. Surely. SURELY. Please......

I crossed my fingers, and made my way over.

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Chapter four. 

Sam & Roger - Part 2

I walked into the darkroom and it took a couple of seconds for my eyes to adjust to the lack of light. I could hear the tell tale slapping sounds of flesh against flesh of a couple of guys fucking a few feet away, and next thing, a hand reaches out and grabs my arm, pulling me into the chest of the man I had been pursuing.

"You've been following me, haven't you?" The man asked, leaning in closer and whispering it into my ear, kind of stumping me for a second. I felt a lump in my throat, and replied back into his, in the same fashion "Yes, you got my attention when I was in the hot tub". He let out a low murmur of appreciation. Like a little growl. It sounded hungry and animalistic. "What are you looking for today?" He asked. "I came to get fucked.... pretty much" I replied.

He squeezed my nipple - HARD - and twisted it slightly, and I moaned with the pleasure and pain it caused. He then kissed me passionately, aggressively even, jamming his tongue in my mouth, wrestling it with mine, and he began sucking on my tongue, then I did the same back to him, feeling horny as fuck and running my hands all over his burly chest.

"I think we should go to a room. I'd prefer to get a better view, if you know what I mean" he said, and pulled me away from the darkness, and we began walking down towards the private rooms. We went into one of the larger rooms, which had a queen sized bed, covered in vinyl, and as soon as we were in with the door closed, he pinned me against the wall, embracing me and kissing me again, with the same passionate fire. I was awestruck with how assertive this guy was, as usually I would be the dominant guy, regardless of whether I was topping or bottoming. If I was getting fucked, normally I'd be something of a power bottom. I called the shots, so to speak. If I was fucking another guy, then I could even be quite aggressive, even just a tad sadistic. Stretching out those boy-pussies with my cock and watching the bottoms squirm and squeal and whimper and moan, sometimes even hurting them just a little. That irresistible ache that feels like a slight burn when you're getting fucked and your hole is still adjusting to the size of the invading cock and you haven't quite fully relaxed yet. That feeling that after a while becomes so addictive to a bottom. Yeah, I won't just fuck you gently. I don't mind that, but I'm not always interested in making love like that. I wanna fuck. So, I won't just fuck your hole.... I'll destroy it.

No one ever complains in the end, because, even if you moan or protest, or even cry.....

You know you want it.

So yeah. I was pretty set on that wavelength for quite a few years.

But this guy was clearly in control. It was like he was Tarzan and I was Jane. Hell, I could have been not much more than a piece of meat to him. Almost.

He had natural charisma, and some good moves, and boy, he knew what he was doing. It both intimidated and excited me. He turned me around, holding me in his embrace, and then loosened his hold and pushed me backwards with his hands on my chest, pushing me onto the bed.

"Wait here. Don't leave. I'm gonna go to my locker and get some of my gear."

And with that, he turned and walked out, shutting the door behind him. I did as I was told, waiting patiently for about 3-4 minutes, when he returned with a smallish denim duffel bag, the sort of which you might take with you when you go camping or carry sports gear to a match in.

He opened the bag on the bed and pulled out a few toys and bits and pieces. First was a blindfold, then a bottle of poppers, a butt plug, some bondage rope, a flogger, and a used, stained jock strap that smelled of piss.

He balled up the jock in his fist, and grabbed one of the bundles of rope, and kind of let out a low growl, coming up to me, saying "You're going to make this easy. And I'm going to make sure you can't resist now. Open your mouth, slut. Trust me, you want this. If you want my cock, that is....."

Goddamn. Here this stud was, bigger and more muscular than me and more comfortable with himself than just about anyone else I had ever encountered before, and.... the fucker was beating me at my own game. I was fucking staring to feel emasculated by him, even a little worried. What was he going to do with me? How far was this bull going to go? Was I about to get raped?!

And yet, despite the sudden rush of anxiety, and these thoughts swarming my mind uncontrollably, I was turned on beyond belief. This man who was going to fuck me, and no doubt completely fuck my brains out, rather than a quick pump n dump or a gentle inner massage, he seemed like he was gonna wreck my insides. And I was starting to feel it. The tingling hunger in my hole for his cock. I think if I was going through with this, if I was going to submit to anyone, this is the guy, at this very moment.

Almost like he could read my mind, I think he could see the bit of fear in my eyes.... he stopped for a second and said "Look. Make this easy for us both and do as you're told, bitch. You told me you wanted to get fucked. You perused this, you hunted me down, like a thirsty slut. You led me on. So, I'm going to give you the fuck you know deep down that you really want. I don't want to have to, but if you're gonna be a fighty cunt, then a cunt is exactly what I'm gonna turn you into. I'll leave you tied up here, just a hole for any of the men to use however they want. Or, you can play ball like a nice boy, and you'll get rewards....I think you know what I mean, and I'm damn sure you want my cock inside you, don't you?" I nodded. I was losing my resistance and inhibitions completely as he spoke in the authoritarian, masterful dominant tone. Not abusive or cruel as such, but very clearly in control and in command, and not to be messed with, or he would dish out some trouble that I knew I probably wouldn't enjoy as much. It didn't come naturally, but I knew full well what I would be experiencing now, today, was submission.

"Alright then. Open your mouth."

I did as I was told, and the bull shoved the balled up jock strap, which was at one time soaked in piss which had since dried up, and was encrusted with cum, straight in my mouth, and told me to bite down gently on it. He then secured the jock with a bit of rope, wrapping it around the fabric that was protruding from my clenched teeth, around the back of my head. He went around a few times, and tied it in a knot behind my head. "Perfect." He said. Then he kissed me on the forehead, in a kind of reassuring way. It was the most gentle thing he had done to me so far, and it actually felt kind of nice. Warm. Loving, almost.

He then retrieved the blindfold and placed it over my eyes, it wasn't one of those sleeping ones with the elastic strap, it was more like a bandana or something, a soft piece of fabric, like satin, which he tied tightly around the back of my head also. He chuckled "Righto. Now we're getting there. You're nearly ready, slut. You're gonna love this, I promise."

The next thing I heard a bottle being opened, and I felt his body heat as he was right behind me, his chest behind my back, while we both sat upright on the bed, and it felt so comforting feeling that heat radiate between us. I then felt a finger press gently against my left nostril, closing the opening, and the bottle of poppers was pressed gently to my right nostril. "Take a couple of deep breaths, and then we'll repeat in the other nostril", he said. Which I did. I knew the poppers would help me completely relax, so I went for it and felt that amazing, glowing warm rush flow through me. He then pushed me gently forward, causing me to lean into an all fours position, and I felt his tongue drool some saliva right where my tailbone was. He let out a low growl of hunger again, taking a second to watch his bead of spit drip down my crack, towards my hole. He then dove his head down, in between my asscheeks, and ran his tongue over my hole, in a big long slow stroke. He then did it again, starting from the end of my scrotum, up towards my tailbone. I couldn't help but moan out in blissful pleasure this time, it just felt so damn good. He then started tongue fucking my hole, and I gasped, and moaned some more. "Feel good, huh?" He chuckled, spanking my butt with one of his big, powerful hands. "Shit, boy, their ain't gonna be no angels where you're going......"

He then dove back in, eating my ass like a man possessed, or a hungry animal of some kind, licking, spitting, blowing on my hole, and biting down on my cheeks, and spanking each of them, getting whimpers, gasps and moans out of me in response. "You know you wanna get fucked, don't ya, slut? I'm going to make you my whore." *SPANK!* He kept up the dirty talk in between his masterful tongueing of my most private parts, pulling my cock through, in between my legs, and licking, sucking, kissing, and even pinching or nibbling on it, alternating his attention between my ass, my cock and my balls. I was feeling so used, and slutty, and I was absolutely loving it. "This cock is gonna fuck your little ass better than you know..... gonna make you useless for any other man.... bitch..... slut.... gonna be my cumdump..... breed that fuck hole full of my dirty jizz"..... *growl* He then even started snorting like a pig.


"Fuck yeah. Daddy's little cumdump whore. I can't wait to felch my juice out of your cunt and snowball it back to you, slut."

He then got up, and I felt the slightest rush of cooler air across my ass as he distanced himself from me, then he spit on my hole....fingering it ever so slightly inside me.

"That's all the lube you're getting from me."

It hurt a little, but my hole was super relaxed from the hits of poppers and the amazing rimming, let alone that I had already been fucked once today. I just moaned, as he pushed his finger in farther, moving it around, rubbing the lining of my ass. He then pulled it out sharply. I heard a sniff. Then he put his finger under my nose.

"What's this, then? Been a naughty cunt, eh? Been bred already? Another man's cum in my whore's hole, and you didn't tell me....

....guess you really won't need lube anyway."

I heard him disrobe from his towel, and it landing on the floor. He pressed the bottle of poppers to each of my nostrils again, this time making me take more hits, like a ritual.

Then I felt him pressing the head of his cock against my hole. It didn't take much. Just the slightest bit of pressure, and I pushed back ever so gently. That was just the head. Then he pulled out again. He flicked his cock head against my hole, up and down, and then back and forth, then up and down and around, making little circles, teasing my hole, entering just by a few millimeters and then pulling out again. This was driving me nuts, not only did it feel amazing, but the teasing was making me ache to get him inside me. I started rocking my hips, and arching my back.

He chuckled when he noticed. "You're a natural, huh? Haha. Just, settle down, faggot. It's coming soon enough."

Then he rammed his cock in, all 9 inches of it, straight up my hole, balls deep in a brutal thrust that made me scream. Then, just as quickly, he ripped his cock right out of me. Then did the same again, without waiting for me to be ready.

"Told you I was going to ruin you."

Rammed in.

My responses were all being muffled by the filthy jock that was bound in my mouth. "MMMMMFP".

Pulled out violently.


Rammed in again.


Pulled all the way out again.


Same again. In and out. In and out.


He spanked my ass a few times, then he got up off the bed, and asked "Lie down flat on your stomach". Which I did. He grabbed my legs, and simultaneously swung me around and turned me on to my back, so that my legs were hanging over the edge of the bed, and my ass was right on the corner. He lifted my legs over his shoulders and pressed his cock against my hole. Just held it there, and let me breathe and relax. It didn't take long. As soon as I was breathing slowly and calmly, he pushed in, really slow and gentle this time. And it felt sooooo fucking good, I shed a tear and moaned in ecstasy.

"Awww, baby.... starting to learn about what your pussy is really for?" He said, in an almost mocking tone, but still, somehow affectionate. "That's cute."

He kept rocking his hips, slowly grinding his tool into my fuck chute.

"Fuck, your hole is amazing".

"Are you ready yet for another load?"

I nodded.

"I have something to show you."

He pushed his throbbing member all the way in to me, putting an intense amount of pressure against my bladder. It hurt a little. He leaned over me and removed the blindfold. I gasped when he did. After blinking a couple of times, adjusting my eyes to more light, I had a clearer view of my top. "Look towards my pubic bone, slut. I hope you like what you see." I pushed my torso up slightly, resting on my elbows, so I could adjust my line of sight and looked at the man's crotch. I saw something that kind of shocked me a little. It had been obscured from view before by his towel.

Just under his waist line, where his stubble from a shaved pubic bush began, I saw a tattoo of a scorpion. It had a red drip of blood dripping down from the tip of it's stinger. I knew what it meant. This man, who now had been brutally fucking my hole, like he wanted to rip it to shreds, and was still buried inside me, was HIV positive. And he was fucking me raw.

He handed me the bottle of poppers and said "Take a few more hits". I did, 3 more in each nostril. While I did this, he withdrew his cock from my ass, and started fingering me again, only this time, seemingly determined to stretch my outer ring as much as possible. Starting with one finger, but quickly adding more, until he was up to four inside me, moving them around. He then used two fingers from each hand, and pulled each side of my hole open, and some of my ass juices and the cum that was already in there started slowly leaking out. He then put a couple of fingers inside me, saying "This might sting a little." I felt him start to scratch my insides! And I moaned in pain, as it hurt like hell. He wouldn't stop through, fingering me as roughly as he could, and doing his best to tear the inside of my ass.

He withdrew his fingers, then brought his hands around the back of my head. He untied the jock strap makeshift gag, and then removed it, throwing it on the floor. He then grabbed my lower jaw with his hand, and spat on my face. "Open your mouth. Stick your tongue out." I did, and he spit in my mouth, then kissed me passionately, and we both moaned in pleasure together."

When he stopped, I asked "Are you poz?".

He stopped and stared at me. "Yes. And you're going to get my gift. I think that deep down, you need it. Whether or not you realise it yet...."

He put a couple of fingers back in me, and dragged his fingernails down through the lining of my ass, and I wailed out in pain. "Aaaaaah, it hurts...."


That's all he said.

Then after a couple more minutes of roughly finger fucking my hole, he pulled them out, and showed them to me. Two fingers, covered in blood from my ruined ass.

"Better lube than that branded shit." He said. "Lie back down. Daddy wants to breed you now."

I took another hit of poppers, quickly then passed him the bottle, and laid down on my back. He pushed his cock back into my hole, roughly, and started spitting on me. "Fuckin SLUT"

He then increased his pace, getting more and more forceful and urgent, and then.... holding kind of still all of a sudden

"Here it comes..... aaaaaah, fuuuuuuck! Yeah! Take my fuckin dirty cum, bitch!"

And his cock spewed rope after rope of his toxic cum deep inside me, us both breathing and panting heavily, his body heaving from the orgasm, and he finally relaxed, and laid down, on top of me, his cock slowly softening in my now destroyed ass.

"Gonna be round two, soon. That was fuckin excellent, though." He panted, his head resting on my shoulder. I turned my head to his and kissed him gently, and he kissed me back.

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Fuck, he sounds like a dream fuck! I want him to use my hole like that!!!

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      Jack excused himself, said he needed to run an errand and left his wife at the dinner table.
      A groveling masculine voice answered. The nigger told my dad, I know you can tell by voice I’m not some sissy white man, but a big dick nigger.  I’m sending you a pic to your phone. Look at it.   Any guesses what that is, yeah it’s my big dick breaching the hole of a hairy white man’s ass.
      Try and keep your dick in your pants, that poor white hole is your son’s. Yeah, I’ve been tracking him for a while. Knew he was the son of yours, knew you hated us niggers, thought nothing funnier that ruining his hole with nigger dick and knocking him up with so much nigger seed you’ll be having black grand babies for years.
      You should have told him that wearing tight wranglers only makes that fat ass he inherited from you even more tempting. Wasn’t’ hard to get a bunch of my buddies to want to fuck him after I showed them pics. Even more wanted to join after I told him his daddy was a nigger hating cop.
      Was easy to get him back to my basement. Dumb kid thinks with his dick, goes to the bookstore to get his dick sucked through the gloryholes once a week. He really should have made sure the door was locked. Was easy for Vince to get into the booth.  Kids pants were already down to his boots, and ass exposed. Vince says he was shocked when he saw this rough faced black beast come into his booth. And even more shocked when he felt Vince lean into his back and force Josh’s cock deeper into the mouth on the other side of the gloryhole. Kid was distracted by the deep throating long enough to not notice Vince grabbing a shard form his pocket and see him spit on his finger. but he certainly didn’t miss that shard being shove roughly up his hole.  Apparently dumb bitch tried to buck Vince away at that point. Once that shit was absorbed it was easy to manipulate him. Pulled his jeans back up and drove him in his pretty new truck back to my place.
      Whore was glassy eyed by the time we got him inside. Feeling so euphoric he didn’t question anything just followed 5 dark brothers into my dingy basement. He sat like a little obedient bitch on that ratty couch between two buddies. They just got smirks on their faces and ripped his shirt off, pulled his boots off, yanked his jeans off too. Kid must have a jock fetish cause he was wearing a grey jock. We did care about his dick so we left that on. I told my boys to put his cowboy boots back on him. I wanted to rest them on my shoulder next to my face. I wanted him to think of me every time he wore his boots, Think of the bull nigger that tore up his hole, raped him raw, breed him deep and knocked up him. You should have seen that pretty light hole swallow my cock. Ill give it to him he grunted and took the pain like a man. Once I had opened up him a little bit I grabbed my tina laced lube and coated my cock and plunged back into that bitch. I wanted him so high that he would associate new levels of pleasure with being filled by black cock. He took to his like fish to water the tina had him moaning in no time.
      Funny thing is your bitch son might be gay but he certainly doesn’t get fucked a lot, when I blew my charged up load into that hole and pulled out it was pink with blood. I literally tore him up. We all got a good laugh at that. My boys know I don’t shoot blanks, my loads been strong as shit ever since the meds got too expensive.
      After I dropped my nut it was a free for all. Nobody wasted their time with his mouth. All of us can get BJ anytime, we wanted some redneck ass. By the way, a good nigger always nuts in a hole, we spread our seed. Your boy took 12 loads last night.
      Now look closer at the pic. Notice how red and puffy that hole is, that’s what a bunch of big dicks will do over a few hours to a hole. We cunted your boy. Boy must be sore, and you must be eager to get us to stop using your son. Here is the deal.  We know how much you hate niggers let alone fags, so you need to meet us at the preserve in 15 minutes. That is if you don’t want your cop buddies and fire department friends to see this shit. Don’t worry we won’t touch you, we just want to see your face as we defile your kid one last time.
    • By Bolithouk
      Some true and some fantasy you decide. My first post so hope you’re all kind. 
      Part 1
      I grew up in a VERY Christian family where marriage and kids was the only way to go. 
      For years I lived the “straight” lifestyle but the only fun I had was with my trusty right hand and porn mags as the internet was not around then. Every programme on tv that was gay orientated I’d tape and watch time and time again. 
      When I was nearly 30 I decided enough was enough and came out to my parents. They were actually fine about it and allowed me to be who I wanted to be. 
      The first night I went to a club was in St Helens. It was great all these guys and gals there kissing and dancing. 
      A few guys came over and said hello but then backed off. I didn’t know why what was I doing wrong? Then the barman told me it was because someone had told them I was with the police. Ok I was but did that matter? Yep all down to trust. 
      Weeks went by before they started to open up. There was a really cute twink couple that kept chatting me up but I was really looking for someone older. 
      Along came Steve he was about 30 too. A nicely build Blond haired blue eyed trolly dolly with British Airways. Woof was he nice and he pressed all my buttons. He flattered me so much I was putty in his hands and afterwards we went back to his place. We wasted no time and soon we were both naked and making out. He wanted to fuck me and I wanted him too. Condoms were not mentioned. The lube came out and after fingering me for a while, that drove me crazy as it was the culmination of my fantasies for years, he got me to rub it all over his cock. He was about 7 inches and not thick so when he slid it in it went in fairly easily. Was I happy oh yes. He started slowly and after about 10 mins started getting faster and harder. He hurt a bit being a bit rougher but I knew it must get better and it did. After about 30 mins he started grunting and moaning and then pulled out. “Thanks that was great he said and then I better go as he was up early on the New York flight!” What an anticlimax that was. 
      I drove home with a bit of a smile as I had finally taken a cock and it was raw.
      After that he kept making excuses and I decided good riddance to him. I found out he did this to everyone and he had so many notches on his belt you couldn’t count them. 
      After that I made some good friends and off to Manchester we all went.  The New Union on Canal Street did a stripper every Sunday and I was in for a treat I was told. 
      In we went a few drinks later this big black stripper came out and started his routine. He must have been about 25 and 180lbs at least of pure muscle. When he finally pulled his thong off I burst out laughing. It was SO SMALL! I nearly got kicked out. 
    • By bbinterestingza
      Hey guys! 
      How much does your meds cost every month? Does your medical aid cover it?
    • By cum4cubber
      Game Time: Prelude
      Jake, Sean, and Owen were bored. The three friends were all in their early 30’s, and the usual hook-up apps and casual sex were no longer doing it for them. They were frustrated, and even with all the hot Chicago men at their disposal, they all were craving something new. Something more adventurous. Something that makes a good story.
      The three friends couldn’t be more different from each other, both in physical description and sexual conquest. Up to this point, Owen was a serial monogamist. Throughout his adult life, he was always the friend in the long-term relationship, who had a partner, who had the tame vanilla stories to share. He was a medium height ginger, formerly a twink that has evolved into a lanky yet sexy nerd. Equipped with a medium girth, veiny 7.5” cock, Owen has been exclusively a top for the last decade. And Owen is on the rebound. After spending the bulk of the last decade in closed relationships and having his heart shattered by discovering his last boyfriend in bed with a passing-through pilot, he is itching to finally have a bit of a slut phase.
      At the other end of the spectrum, Jake has never had a long-term relationship, and has no desire to change this. When he’s not working out at the gym, Jake likes to offer up his hole as a cum dump to anyone that might need a tight hole to unload. Anonymous dark rooms, adult bookstores, glory holes, bathhouses – these are all perfect playgrounds for Jake. With a bottle of poppers and a shot of lube always in his pocket, Jake is prepared at a moment’s notice and perpetually cum-hungry. Jake always has a story or ten for Sean and Owen that blows their minds and hardens their cocks. Fairly muscular, Jake is the type of guy that gets mistaken at first for having “top energy,” but he has no interest in topping whatsoever. A perfectly trimmed beard and impeccably coiffed hair top off his cut physique. That being said, even with taking multiple loads most days, Jake is still looking for a bigger thrill.
      Then there is Sean. Sean is a 5’11” cub with scruffy and dark hair who is highly involved in the kink community. With a love for leather, Sean is a bottom verse when fucking, but loves to fist a nice hole. Sean has a prolific Instagram filled with thotty pics of him in jock straps, harnesses, pup hoods, and body suits (and surprisingly has only been reported twice!). That said, for all the gear and toys Sean has collected over the years, he has gotten into a rut with his scenes. Being a very picky person that meticulously plans, it takes a lot to get an invite into Sean’s playroom. This pickiness, however, has led Sean to be somewhat frustrated with his sex life. Despite all his followers online and his likes, he is jealous of Jake’s ability to just let go and enjoy sex wherever, whenever.
      Based on their personalities, it is obvious why Sean and Jake were surprised one day when Owen made an interesting proposal over brunch at their favorite diner.
      “I think we should play a game, kinda like a truth or dare, but only dares.” Owen blurted out to the other two. See, Owen was itching to let it all go and slut out, but his guilt complex needed someone else to pull the trigger for him. He dreamed of having a dominant man tell him what to do and how to be a cumpig, but he didn’t want to trust just anyone. So, who better than his best friends Sean and Jake to control the fate of his slutty coming of age?
      “Oh? Like what? Daring you to dye your hair blue? Or actually show up late one time somewhere?” Jake asked, poking fun at Owen’s obsession for perfection.
      “No, like, sexual dares. Like we set up scenes for each other, send time and location, maybe minimal instructions, and then we must carry out the dares from each other.”
      Sean was so shocked at the suggestion he choked on his coffee. Jake, however, could see exactly what was happening. His dear tightly wound friend needed a release and was ready to let it all explode. A huge smirk spread across his face. His mind was already reeling at what trouble he could prescribe for his dear friends. He had plenty of favors to call in to give Owen exactly what he was craving.
      “Wait, why?” Sean inquired.
      “Well, it’s rare that all three of us are available at the same time, and what better way to celebrate the three of us being single than helping each other explore our kinks and expand our horizons. Plus, think of the stories we will have during brunch.”
      “I’m in.” Jake interjected. He’s already hard under the table thinking about this. He never would have predicted Owen would make this suggestion, but he is happy he did.
      “So, that is two of us. Sean, it’ll be fun… and you always say I need to be more adventurous and spontaneous.” Owen added.
      “Fine, let’s see where this goes.” Sean gave in.
      “Perfect, the first set of dares have to be executed in the next two weeks. We know each other’s schedules pretty well, so that will help. Let’s start clockwise. Jake, you make a dare for me. I will make a dare for Sean, and Sean dares Jake. At any time, we will text each other at minimum a place and time. Little more instruction if need, but not too much. And any extras we might need to bring. And if this works out, we go counterclockwise and dare some more. Sound good?” Owen said.
      “You had this all planned out before even getting here today, didn’t you?” Sean responded.
      “Of course, you know me.” Owen answered.
      “Well boys, let’s have some fun with each other. No limits here, this is going to be good.” Jake added.
      And with that, the game began. The boys continue their normal brunch conversation, but each of them starts planning what mischief they can get their friends into over the next few weeks.
      To be continued…

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