All Activity

I don’t think it should be banned, but definitely should have clear indication the story is AI generated for the reader.

Slowly going from Straight to Gay....

Went to a guys house last night, older. Said he was 50s but I think he was 60s. He had a nice thick cock though so I don't care. We stripped and I was very eager to get his cock in my throat. We fooled around a bit then he got me on my back, fucked me for a while before eventually dumping his load in. Little did he know I had been fucked before I went over so I was already loaded also by an older guy with a thick cock. I was pretty loose at the end and happy

Went to a guys house last night, older. Said he was 50s but I think he was 60s. He had a nice thick cock though so I don't care. We stripped and I was very eager to get his cock in my throat. We fooled around a bit then he got me on my back, fucked me for a while before eventually dumping his load in. Little did he know I had been fucked before I went over so I was already loaded also by an older guy with a thick cock. I was pretty loose at the end and happy

Staying and hosting in a hotel near the airport. Porn will be playing on the TV and I'll have a mask and blindfold if you prefer anonymous. Stop by, use my hole to drain your nuts into and let yourself out.

A story or two based on Kyle's exploits would be hot

Fuck love this story, so hot, gets me so horny and need to get fucked

Looking for poz tops into risky fucking.

Trying to generate photos of the characters. Venice.ai seems great with text and horrible at images.

For me the color doesn't matter, it's the person who owns the cock. I prefer a dirty minded pervert who is a pig in bed. I'd gladly take a smaller cock for the vibe.

99% of the time I'm 3,4,9,12,16 & 16

This was the story that first sucked me in. For lack of a better phrase

Chapter 6 (brought to you by @pozzible and Venice.ai) Kyle Simmons watched the scene unfold with the calm, predatory patience of a hunter who had been tracking his prey for years. But this wasn't a hunt. This was an ordination. Nate, his oldest friend, his brother-in-arms from the wrestling mats, was finally where he was always meant to be: spread open, vulnerable, his hole glistening and already leaking the precious seed of his own son. The air in the room was a holy perfume of sweat, sex, and chemicals, the incense of their new church. He stepped forward, his massive frame eclipsing the light from the hallway. He saw the flicker of old-world fear and shame in Nate's eyes, the last dying embers of the man who worried about portfolios and PTA meetings. Kyle was here to extinguish those embers and fan the flames of the man who was being born. "Kyle," Nate breathed, the name a prayer and a confession. "Nate," Kyle rumbled, his voice a low gravel that vibrated in his own chest. He ran a hand over his own belly, feeling the raised edges of the black scorpion tattoo. "Heard you were finally joining the club." He was wearing only a towel around his waist, the standard uniform of the spa. With a single, sharp tug, he released it, letting it fall to the floor. His ten-inch cock sprang free, a formidable weapon, thick and veiny, a tool of his trade that had stealthed countless men, a ghost in the night, leaving his mark without a word. But tonight was different. Tonight, he would be a god, and his name would be known. He stepped into the room, his eyes locking onto Nate’s well-fucked, cum-leaking hole. "Been a long time, my friend," he said, stroking his monstrous shaft, the foreskin pulling back to reveal a glistening, angry head. "But I'm not gonna be a ghost this time. You're gonna feel every inch of this. And you're gonna know exactly what I'm giving you." As Kyle positioned himself between Nate's legs, Brandon moved with the quiet efficiency of a high priest preparing a sacrifice. In his hand was a syringe, already loaded with a clear, viscous liquid. He found a prominent vein on Kyle's powerful bicep, the muscle corded with years of discipline. "Time for the sacrament, Coach," Brandon murmured. Kyle didn't flinch as the needle slid home and the plunger was depressed. He simply inhaled sharply as the fire slammed into his bloodstream, his eyes rolling back for a second before snapping open, burning with a new, feral intensity. At the same time, Geoff knelt by the sling. He held the glass pipe, the bowl glowing cherry red as he inhaled. But he didn't shotgun it. Instead, he leaned down and pressed his lips to his father's well-used hole, creating a seal. He exhaled, forcing a thick cloud of chem-smoke directly into Nate's ass. Nate gasped, his body arching as the potent vapor was absorbed directly into the sensitive tissues, his hole instantly buzzing, tingling, and opening like a flower in the sun. Kyle ran a calloused finger up the inside of Nate's thigh, making him shudder. "I've been waiting for this, Nate," Kyle said, his voice a low growl, amplified by the slam. "All those years I watched you on the mat, I saw the fire in you. But you were always holding back. Always playing by their rules." He leaned in, his face inches from Nate's now steaming hole. "This is our rule now. The only one that matters." He spat, a thick wad of saliva landing directly on Nate's puckered entrance. He used the head of his cock to smear it around, mixing it with Geoff's leaking cum and the lingering cloud of smoke. "You see, that boy of yours… he gave you the key. He unlocked the door. But I'm the one who's gonna show you what's on the other side." He pushed the thick head of his cock against the slick, swollen ring. "This is the Scorpion's gift, Nate. A lineage of pure, unadulterated power. It’s gonna burn through you, remake you from the inside out." With a slow, inexorable push, he began to enter. Nate cried out, his back arching off the leather. Kyle was bigger than Geoff, thicker, and his entry was a statement of pure, unadulterated dominance. "Fuck yeah, that's it," Kyle grunted, feeding another inch into the tight, velvety heat. "Take that fucking poz dick. Feel me opening you up." He brought his hand down in a sharp, stinging slap on Nate's ass. SMACK! "This hole belongs to the brotherhood now!" He began to move, his strokes long and powerful, each one a lesson in submission. He wasn't just fucking; he was sculpting, rearranging Nate's insides to fit his own massive shape. "Breathe through it, Nate," he coached, his hips pistoning. "Open up for me. Let me in. You need this. You've always needed this." Geoff leaned down, his face next to his father's. "You see, Dad? This is what it's all about. This is the family we always should have been." He dribbled spit into Nate's open, gasping mouth. The sight of his friend, his protégé, now a man and a dominant in his own right, sent a fresh wave of lust through Kyle. He grabbed Nate's hips, his grip like iron, and began to pound in earnest, the sound of his heavy balls slapping against Nate's ass filling the room. He was a machine, a relentless force of nature, and Nate was the earth he was plowing. "Time for your real seeding, my friend," Kyle roared, his rhythm turning brutal. "Time to give you my fucking toxic gift!" He slammed into Nate one last time, burying himself to the hilt. His body went rigid, a guttural groan tearing from his throat as his cock erupted, pumping a massive, infectious load deep into Nate's guts. It was a flood, a torrent of his very essence, the Scorpion's venom finding its new home. Nate screamed, a sound of pure, agonizing ecstasy as he felt the hot, potent flood fill him, triggering his own explosive orgasm, his cock firing ropes of cum across his chest and stomach. Kyle stayed plugged in for a long moment, his chest heaving, ensuring every last drop was deposited. He slowly pulled out, and a river of cum, his and Geoff's, flowed from Nate's gaping, well-used hole. But the ritual wasn't over. Brandon stepped forward, a black permanent marker in his hand. He nodded at Kyle, who took it from him. The coach looked down at Nate, who was lying limp, spent, and radiant in the sling. His face was a mask of sublime surrender. "We claim you," Kyle said, his voice now solemn, a priest performing the final rite. He uncapped the marker and, with a steady hand, drew a perfect, stark biohazard trefoil on Nate's forehead. It was a brand more profound than any ink on skin. It was a mark of ownership, of purpose, of a new birth. "He is one of us now," Kyle declared to the room, to the universe. "He is Biohazard."

Me too.

I like where @Versmetropig is going with this .... but would be awesome if the day who so far has been left out of the fun ... were given same treatment as the son got .... at the bathhouse , maybe plus a bit more plus the back story of hot times that boy had getting poz.... and love this story. Thank you for writing @Pozzible ... cant wait to see how this turns out.

Continued… there was one week where we were texting each other pretty consistently from the morning till late hours of the night, all in secrecy and when my wife wasn’t around to see or notice. I would stroke my cock and play with myself whenever we’d Chat and I’d get so turned on and worked up, and he knew that…. After a few days of stroking without cumming I was starting to get really horny and in the dirtiest mood… I began to experience these urges that I haven’t felt before and It was so hard to focus or think about anything else when they’d hit me. Like always, the first person I run to, to talk about anything sexual is him, and I shared what I had been feeling and going through and how my thoughts had turned so kinky and dirty and completely revolved around cock and cum… me being a whore and doing things I would never dream of in my right state of mind. I told him how it wasn’t just the slutty fantasies and kinky thoughts I had been battling, but there was a very real and powerful yearning growing deep within me that I felt unable to control or resist, and that was a little scary to think about… my cock had been leaking precum nonstop for more than half of the week and it was crazy how sensitive to Touch I had become. I felt like I was honestly a time bomb just waiting to go off and anything that brushed up against my cock or in the close vicinity would trigger me to lose myself to a release. When I told him about all of this he seemed to be getting a rise out of it and started showing a weird kind of interest in seeing me in this sort of state. He told me that it was the biggest turn on for him to see me getting hornier, kinkier and becoming almost someone completely different in a purely sexual way. He asked me if i liked the way it felt to have such strong urges and to feel them working me up into a sluttier, more desperate version of myself with every hour and day that passes… although it’s slightly scary how bad I wanna let loose and do the kinkiest erotic type of stuff I’ve fantasized and told him about, I did have to admit i was enjoying the level of horniness I was able to experience and how much less I was able to think or process anything logically bc my mind was so clouded with nothing but filthy thoughts and sex. He told me that he didn’t think I would be able to keep going like this, staying horny and playing with myself till I get close to feeling like my climax is near, but then backing off not allowing myself to cum or have any sort of release… he said he was sure there’s no way I would be able to control and handle myself if I tried going another few days stroking my cock on and off all day long without cumming… it almost seemed like he was challenging me or trying to make me prove him wrong, which I found a little exciting and hot. He bet me that I couldn’t last another week and said he was willing to put money on it bc of how sure he was. I accepted just to play along, but in the back of my mind I was actually questioning whether or not I’d be able to handle it… I think he knew exactly what he was doing when he made this bet with me… another few days had gone by and I felt like I was a completely different person… the only thing I could think about was cock, cum, and a whole Lot of other dirty sexual thoughts that would normally never cross my mind. I was well past feeling urges… my body and my mind felt like they’d gotten reprogrammed to be fully and completely fixated and obsessed with being sexually attracted towards older men. My cock leaked nonstop, i continually ran my dirtiest fantasies through my mind non stop, and it was impossible to feel anything but slutty and extremely horny…

Drew came home late last night after a session with his mates. As he got into bed he said “fuck me Daddy” Never one to refuse his arse I mounted him and went balls deep. Man he was so fukkin wet. He told me he’d bottomed all night and had at least 8 loads in him. I fucked him hard and my balls were covered in the other lads’ sperm. He was moaning “aww seed me Daddy” Daddy is my trigger word so I immediately shot my load deep in his arse mixing my load with all the other loads. After I emptied my balls I made him lie on his back. I straddled him and told him to open his mouth wide. I put both my nuts. In his mouth and made him suck em clean.

I just joined the site formally, having read along for a long time, to congratulate Uncut300 on one of the best ever contributions to the literature that has egged me on for a long time. I think I know what I want and need. This is epic, beautiful, and human. People who don't experience the chasing drive will find it repellant, but we who do... shot a load when Jac completed this phase.

Oh, me too. My top fantasies are family fun, bathhouses, and coaches. My dad was a coach. And Coach Simmons was the ultra-hot basketball at my high school. My other fantasy, the PNP, is something I haven’t yet tried.