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His profile on Scruff read ‘dominant poz top’, and his picture had a mischevious little smile. He was a visitor from out of state, into barebacking with his 8” uncut cock. I immediately ‘woofed’ him. “Always glad to meet a poz, bare top!” I hastily typed. He woofed in response, and I told him I was seriously overdue for a deep breeding and hot depth charge… would he be interested in helping a guy out? He wanted to know if I was furry (I’m not) because he’s into hairy guys. “Just some chest hair,” I said. “Show me,” he responded. I sent him some pics and got no response. Bummer. Ten minutes later, he wanted to know if I could host. I guess he was horny enough that it didn’t matter I wasn’t an otter or bear. I had the house to myself, but my schedule was a bit hectic that day; I had to be on a conference call in about 45 minutes, and had another obligation around dinner. But maybe we could work it out (or in) later in the evening…? His reply text said he was hoping to fuck soon, not later. I asked if he would be interested in a pump-n-dump before my conference call…? If he could get to my house shortly (he was only 2 miles away), I’d be lubed up and ready; he could unload his poz seed into my hungry ass, leave, and I could join my call… with an ass nicely full of charged cum. Just a few minutes later, he was on his way over in an Uber cab. Holy shit. I was already semi-hard and almost shaking with excitement; it had all happened so fast. It’s been over six months since I was last fucked (I’m more the top with my bf), and my hole is tight. I knew that taking his big cock would be a challenge, especially in a ‘quickie’ situation, but if he worked my nips so I got totally turned on I could probably manage it. I hesitated, and then nervously sent a text asking if he was ‘viral’ or ‘undetectable’. I said that viral loads turned me on but I didn’t tell him I was neg. “Viral.” This was getting hotter by the minute. My cock was awake and at half-mast already. An active, toxic load from a big cock was now just a few minutes away. I felt like I found a winning ticket in the ‘chaser’ lottery. Maybe I would finally, finally get pozzed. I’ve been ‘chasing’ on and off for quite awhile; years, actually. Early on, I went a little crazy and took a couple dozen poz loads over several months, but as hot as each charged seeding was, none did the conversion trick. Some of those guys were on meds, but at least a few were viral, I know. After repeated exposures and testing, I sort of gave up that I could actually catch the bug. Nowadays, I don’t hook up very often; partly that is because I have a partner, partly it is the location where I live, and it’s also because I’m pretty selective. My man and I have a very open relationship. He knows that poz loads have always turned me on, that a ‘chaser’ lurks in my shadows. Actually, both of us have taken poz loads from various guys — once or twice from the same guy, independently! He has watched me get filled with a poz load when we’ve played together with someone, and it really turns him on, watching a guy shoot his charged cum deep inside me. But for my partner, getting pozzed hasn’t been an obsession like it has for me; he connects with neg guys, whereas I only hook up when I know they’re poz (and preferably viral). Secretly, my man likes the idea of his mate as a poz bottom slut. Not only do I like that idea too, but secretly, I want to poz him. I know he wants it, just like I do. My darkest fantasy is not just to get infected with the bug, but then to hear my man begging for me to give him the gift, too. I want to slide my throbbing poz shaft deep into his willing hole and then flood him with a gusher of my toxic seed, marking him forever. Together. My Scruff hookup arrived at the house in a few minutes after our last text message. I only had 20 minutes before I was supposed to be on my phone conference. Wearing a pair of gym shorts easy to pull off, my shirt unbuttoned, my hole lubed, I was ready. Cock awake and semihard. A short, built, Latino guy, he walked in and promptly pulled out his big, uncircumcised shaft, already hard. Impressive. I took it in my hands, and then led him away from the front windows to the bedroom, where I dropped my shorts and he promptly pushed me down onto the bed. "We don't have much time," I reminded him. No kissing, no foreplay. In moments, his fat tool was pushing at my hole from behind, and he was telling me to ‘take it’. Face in the pillow, I was breathing and trying to relax, but his cock was huge and I was seriously out of practice as a bottom. It hurt like hell, and I was constricting rather than relaxing. “Relax and let me in.” If it wasn’t for a phone call in 15 minutes, if our hookup hadn’t needed to be a ‘quickie’, it might have been a different story; he would be able to work it in slow. For better or worse, that wasn’t what our scene was going to be today. “You like that viral cock bare inside you, don’t you?” “Oh fuck yes,” I moaned, though it hurt like hell. I wanted to be on my back, have him working my nips, kissing me… working me up so I could relax and take it better. Deeper and deeper he pushed his toxic shaft into my tender hole from behind, forcing his way in. I felt my ass screaming as it stretched. Was I tearing inside? “Just pump it into me,” I begged. “Give me your viral load deep.” “Not until I’ve fucked you nice and loose….” I turned my head, wanting him to kiss me. He wouldn’t. He kept drilling away, deeper and deeper. I wanted to relax and enjoy it, but I also wanted him to just shoot and poz me — there was that damn phone call for work that I needed to join. My ass was screaming but he was getting deeper and deeper. “Give me your viral load,” I begged. “Poz me.” “You want my toxic seed?” “Fuck yes! Pump that viral load deep inside my neg hole.” There, I said it. For a minute, he slowed. “You’re neg?” “Yes.” “On PrEP?” I shook my head. “No… I’m chasing. Have hooked up with lots of poz guys but have never converted. Still trying.” For a moment, I couldn’t tell his reaction. He paused. Then he started fucking me harder and deeper. “So, you wanna be poz, huh? That’s what you want? Well, I’ve never had meds in seven years... nice long time for me to build up a high viral count. Maybe I can be the one who finally gives it to you.” “Oh fuck, yes, please….!” I gasped, head in the pillow. “Suck my cock,” he instructed, pulling out, flipping me over, and shoving his large lubed shaft into my mouth, gagging me. I tasted lube and my own ass. “You like lubed, dirty cock?” I moaned and nodded, my mouth full. “Then take it all the way down.” He rammed it down my throat again. Gag reflex. Choking. I sucked him a few minutes, him forcing his big cock down my throat, tears in my eyes as I choked on it. “Now ride my poz, viral cock.” My hole was opened enough now that I could work down on his hard tool, though it still hurt. I rode it up and down, begging for him to seed me. It was obvious that I would be a few minutes late for the call, but there were plenty of others dialing in, and I wouldn’t be missed initially. And at this moment, I didn’t care. I needed this charged seed deep inside me. Needed it badly. Riding his toxic shaft, I started working his nipples, and he started to moan with pleasure, working mine in return. He drove the big poz drill deeper up inside my hole, up into my belly it seemed. Suddenly he pushed me back, flipped over, and drove in again from behind. Somehow we had crossed the point where I’d been loosened it didn’t hurt so much. Not quite. “Poz me,” I begged again. “Plant that viral seed deep inside of my neg hole…” “Yeah, I’m gonna give it to you now… I’m gonna give you what you want!” With a thrust that impaled me from behind, eyes rolling back in his head, as he grunted and erupted a geyser of hot toxic cum deep into my raw ass. He kept fucking. I wanted to cum, too, wanted to scream with agony and pleasure as he unloaded inside me, but decided to hold onto it. My ass was on fire. He pulled out and bent down, his tongue licking my hole, eating me out. Felching me. Fuck, it was hot and felt insanely good, but I didn’t want him to remove any of that viral seed. “Don’t suck it out of me,” I protested weakly. “I need it deep inside to do its work.” He came up and smiled, leaned forward and kissed me, pushing poz cum into my mouth with his tongue. “Don’t worry, amigo, there’s plenty of my virus deep inside you now… and I’ve got more in my cock and balls to give you some more loads. I can cum four or five times.” Then he pushed his fat cock inside me again, working the fresh seed deep into my raw hole. I gasped and moaned. “I want to come back and breed you again. You free on Saturday night? Late?” “Fuck yes, I am…” “Hot. I want to spend a good hour with you, plant three or four toxic loads inside… we gotta do what we can to convert you while I’m here.” Talk about a fantasy cum true. I looked over at the bedside clock. It was four minutes past the hour. “I have to get on that phone call,” I said. “I can be on mute, but I have to dial in.” Naked, my ass on fire, I walked into the front room, dialed the number with my mobile, entered the access code, muted the phone, and walked back into the bedroom. “You want to shower?” I asked. “No, I’m good. I’ll just call an Uber cab and go.” Because I didn’t cum, I was still horny as fuck, and I stood there for a couple of minutes as he twisted and worked my nipples. He kissed me. My ass was burning, and I was thrilled to be full of active, viral seed. In the living room, waiting for his cab, a conversation emanating from the speaker of my mobile I placed on the desk, I sucked his cock a little longer, savoring the taste of my ass on its thick, hot firmness. “Would you have come here if I told you I was neg?” I asked, curious. He nodded. “We’re two mutually consenting adults. I offer full disclosure as being poz. If someone wants my seed, I’ll give it to them.” The Uber cab pulled up outside. “Next time, I get at least an hour with you,” he smiled as he walked out the door. “That’s a deal,” I smiled. Sitting at my desk, wearing only my loose grey gym shorts, only half hearing the conversation I was supposed to be participating in, all I could think about was my burning, stretched hole… and that I was full of hot, toxic seed. My long dry spell was ended. Hopefully I had finally taken the magic bullet. A little while later, I went to the bathroom to put a bit of lotion on my raw hole, feeling it warm and wet, puffy and stretched loose. Heaven. Not long after that, I was feeling kind of juicy down there. Probably just the lotion; I didn’t think any cum had leaked out, because I was holding it tightly inside, letting it do its infectious work. When I wiped my hole with a bit of toilet paper, a little bit of pink blood stained it. I nearly wept with excitement! That viral, Latino cock forcing its way into me had stretched my hole wide enough to cause microtears, which would certainly raise the chances for conversion. For the rest of the phone conference, for the rest of the afternoon, I drifted around the house in a state of euphoria. I felt ecstatic — full of viral poz seed, my ass sore and torn, and hoping that bad little bug might finally be working its way deep into me. I hoped too that we’d be able to hook up again two nights from now on Saturday. I badly wanted another breeding session and deep injection. I wanted his multiple charged loads. My hole would probably be still raw enough that it would tear again, and his toxic seed could cross easily into my bloodstream. Freshly fucked and pozzed. Now, hopefully I would convert. And I was already counting the hours until Saturday night for round two.

PREP’D BUT GOOD By Randy Rawman “You want it?” he pants. “You want my seed?” “Fuck, yes,” I gasp. “Breed me. Breeding my hungry ass. Shoot that seed, fucker.” Dev’s about to unload his giant bull balls into my raw ass and I can’t fucking wait to feel it. It’s going to be the first of what I hope will be hundreds of raw loads taken and given in this new phase of my life. I’ve been a safe sex boy for decades, ever since I’d starting having sex at 21 I’m now 40 now, fitter and hornier than ever, but all I can think about—all I daydream about, all I want to look at on line—is breeding; huge hot wads of stud-cum being dumped and taken in sloppy, starving asses - like mine. As Dev quickens his fuckstrokes, building to blast-off, I turn my head and see the white lab coat he wears at work abandoned on the floor along with the gray slacks that caress his ass and showcase his cock-bulge so spectacularly. Dev was wearing both the first time I laid eyes on him, at the pharmacy I rushed to after getting my first prescription for PrEP from my longtime doctor, Dr. Foster. “This guy I’ve been seeing, well, he’s HIV-positive,” I explained to Dr. Foster, whose deep voice and soap-hunk handsome looks always drive me to distraction, “and things are getting pretty serious and I think the smart move for me would be to go on PrEP, because even though we practice safe sex, you never know, right?” This was a lie. I wasn’t seeing anybody, let alone a guy who was HIV-positive. But it sounded a lot better than the truth, which is something like, “Yeah, doc, I’ve always been super turned on by the idea of barebacking and breeding and taking seed and giving seed and felching and snowballing and now I’m determined to make my fantasies a reality.” When I handed over my prescription, the pharmacist Dev read it over, then looked up at me without a trace of interest or emotion. He then typed in the info and told me it would be ready within 20 minutes if I wanted to wait. I bought myself a soda and cruised the BBRT app and daydreamed about cum-swapping until Dev called my name. When I picked up the prescription, Dev made sure to reiterate Dr. Foster’s instructions; to take it everyday without fail and that it takes a little while to become effective. I told him I understood, handed over the copay—thank you, Obamacare—and went on my way. A few weeks later, I awoke to a phone call from an Unknown number. “Randy, this is Dev from CVS Pharmacy calling.” “Oh hi,” I said, groggily. I have my pharmacy number saved in my phone and it always comes up as ‘CVS,’ not ‘Unknown.’ Odd. “I’m the pharmacist who filled your prescription for Truveda,” he explained. “Uh-huh,” I said. “I wanted to make sure you knew that if you started taking it the day you got the prescription, it should be effective by now,” he said, “and see if you or your partner had any questions.” “I think I’m good, we’re good,” I said. “Thank you.” “I also wanted to let you know that I have a 6-day load in my balls and I would like to blast it in your ass.” This stunned me into silence. “I know that’s what you want, Randy, you don’t have to pretend,” he said calmly. “You want that more than anything; to take cum in your aching ass. I saw that in your eyes when you handed over that prescription. You were shaking, just a little bit. And while you were waiting for it to be filled, you were on BBRT, cruising around like the cumswapper you’re dying to be.” “How do you know that?” I asked, still totally stunned. “There’s a mirror behind the waiting area and I could see your phone in the reflection,” he said. “Is your partner home?” “No,” I said. “Actually, I don’t have a partner. I don’t know why I said I did.” Dev laughed, then said, “Okay, here’s the plan,” he said. “It’s 9:47 now. I’d like to be balls-deep in you by 11:30. Give me your address.” So I did. And he was. Balls-deep in me at 11:30. But first I got to give him the once-over, with my eyes and my hands and my tongue. I got the lab coat off first. Then he removed his glasses. Fuck, he was good looking, like the Indian-American actor from the show Heroes. He was around 40, with a gym-toned body and a hairy but well-trimmed chest. Once the lab coat and the pec-hugging polo came off, I got to admire his hot ass and packed crotch in those snug slacks as he walked to my bedroom window and closed the drapes. Then he walked back to me, got right into my face, our mouths close to touching, put his hands on my shoulders and shoved me down to my knees. “Suck me through my slacks,” he said. I grabbed his globes with both hands and pulled his bulge onto my mouth. He must have been going commando because his cock was unimpeded as it swelled and arched up to the right. I slid my mouth back and forth on it like an ear of corn and it got longer and each time I slid back to the tip. I pulled away and looked at the wet spot we had created together; me with my spit and Dev with his pre-seed. “Pull it out,” he said. “You got me leaking and I know you want any seed that comes out of my dick to go inside you, one way or another.” I unzipped Dev’s fly and pulled out his cock: eight inches, thick and rock hard, with a fat purple head that I knew was going to open me up good. I dove down on his dick, my hunger for cock trumping the gag reflex that used to trip me up in my younger, more inhibited days. As I sucked and savored his pre-seed, Dev started in with the verbal, saying “When I went to school to become a pharmacist all those years ago, I didn’t know that modern science was going to give me such a tremendous gift; an endless, excited stream of fresh, desperate-to-be-bred cumdumps; and that I’d get to be at first in line to seed them.” I pulled off his throbbing cock and looked up into his dark, sexy eyes. “How many customers have you initiated this way?” I asked. “You’ll be 37,” he said. “I keep track on my phone.” And then he laughed. Turned on by the thought of all that barebacking, I dived back down on his cock, determined to get it as hard and wet as possible for my hole. “But you’re definitely one of the hottest,” he added. I groaned around his cock. “And hungriest. Stand up, lose those slutty little shorts.” I pulled off my red vintage Adidas running shorts and before I regained my balance, he shoved me on the bed and dived tongue-first into my hole. “It’s 11:18,” I said to him, stealing a look at my alarm clock. “Don’t worry, baby,” he said. “I’ll keep my balls-deep promise. Just getting you wet and ready.” Dev grabbed the bottle of lube from the nightstand and lubed-up my hole first and then his throbbing cock, and then, as he positioned his cockhead at the opening of my pucker, I looked at the clock. It read 11:25. “You ready?” he asked. “Yes,” I said. “You sure? Because once I’m in you, I’m not stopping till you take my seed. There’s no turning back.” “Have any of the 36 other sluts pussied out?” “One,” he said. “But he called me back a day later and I gave my him jizz in the storeroom at work during my lunch break.” As we were talking, Dev slowly sunk his hot cock into me, a millimeter at a time. God, it was hurting like fuck but if I kept him talking, if I didn’t focus on the pain, it wasn’t that bad. Dev knew that, too, and was happy to keep up the verbal. “How long have you wanted to cross the line, become a hardcore barebacker instead of a guy who slips up once in a while and feels bad about it?” “Years, man,” I admitted, sensing he was about halfway inside me now. “I remember when Hot Desert Knights came out with their first video, I ordered it on VHS and I came so hard at the end of the first scene when the bottom took his fucker’s seed deep inside. And it was an internal breeding, too. Not one of those cum outside and slather it on the hole jobs. I still remember the anticipation of watching the bottom’s freshly fucked hole and waiting for him to push his breeder’s seed out. It took a while, but when that juice came oozing out—God, I remember it was so thick and white—I came again. It took me about a week to get through the video because I would cum after one scene and then shut it off so I could savor the thrill for as long as possible.” “The videos I post are almost all internal,” Dev said casually, rocking from side to side, his cock almost all the way inside me now. It was 11:27. “Videos?” I ask, intrigued but also scared. I’m ready for his seed, I think, but am I ready for my closeup? I don’t think so. “On Xtube and Tumblr,” he said. “And then they end up all over.” “What’s your screen name?” I asked. “FitFlooder,” he said. “Fuck,” I said. “I’ve seen your vids. I know it. Holy shit, I’ve jacked off to my pharmacist.” I couldn’t help but laugh, which oddly made my hole relax a little more around his stiff invader. “I don’t show faces,” he explained, “unless the bottoms are okay with it. I let the bottoms tell me what they’re comfortable with showing. The only real rule I have is I always cum inside.” “As it should be.” “There are two videos I’ve posted where I creamed fuckers faces but that was only because I had already bred both the guys multiple times and each guy wanted my huge load all over his face.” “Hot,” I groaned as I tried to get used to him. “Mission accomplished, fucker,” Dev said, looking down at where his cock would be if it weren’t buried all the way up ass. “Balls deep and it’s only 11:29.” “Oh fuck,” I groaned. “I’m so fucking full. If you start sliding in and out, I think I’m going to break in half.” “I don’t care,” he said simply and then without taking his cock out of my ass, reached over to the night stand and grabbed his phone. “What are you doing?” I asked. “Recording the moment for posterity,” he said. “What if I don’t want you to?” I ask. “I pull out and go home,” he said. “It’s your choice.” The thought of him leaving without seeding me was nearly unbearable. “Okay, but no face.” What the fuck was happening? Here I was, about to take my first raw load from a virtual stranger and I was seriously thinking of letting him make a video of it. “I won’t show your face,” he agreed. “And before I leave here, I’ll show it to you. And I bet when we watch it, you’ll get so hard you’ll insist on taking my seed again…or I can take yours. I’m an equal opportunity spunk-swapper.” “All right,” I replied. “Do it. Fucking breed me.” Dev turned on the camera and held it with one hand while he steadied my hips with the other. He slowly started to slide his hot cock out of my ass and just as he felt the rim of his cockhead connect with my first ring, he’d slide back in. “God that feels so good, fucker,” he said. “Your ass is like fucking velvet.” “My ass is yours,” I groaned. “You didn’t ask my status, fucker,” he said, gradually picking up the pace of his fuck strokes. “I didn’t,” I said. “Because it doesn’t matter,” he said. “You’re free to be the cumwhore you’ve always wanted to be. Is that what you want to be?” “Yes,” I gasped as his fuckstick hit home again and again. “Yes, it is.” “Say it then,” he said, looking me in the eyes while the camera caught his cockstrokes into my hole. “I need to hear you say it. So do the fuckers watching this.” “I want to be a cumwhore,” I said. “I want to take seed all the time, everyday, from every hot fucker I can get my hole around. And give it, too.” “I may have to take you up on that,” he replied, "but not yet. Right now I’m going to give you what you need so bad. I knew you needed it the second I saw you and you’re about to get it.” “Oh yes. Fuck yes.” Dev’s fuck strokes were coming fast and furious. I used my battered ass muscles to try and milk his seed out and make the insemination as mind-blowing for him as I knew it was going to be for me. “What do you want?” he asked. “I want your cum,” I said. “You want it?” he panted. “You want my seed?” “Fuck, yes,” I gasped. “Breed me. Breeding my hungry ass. Shoot that seed, fucker.” “Once I do it, I own you. You understand that? Do you?” Dev’s intensity snaps me back into the present moment, this moment I’ve been fantasizing about for so long and I finally got the courage to make happen. “Yes, breed me.” I say. “After this, you’re going to be hooked. You’re going to live for cum. You understand that?” “Yes, breed me.” “Oh fuck, that six day load is coming, fucker. Get ready to take it.” “Yes, fucker, yes! Fill my up. Seed my fucking guts, stud!” “Aaaaarrrggggghhh! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Unnnnnghh!” Dev bellowed as jet after jet of man cum whitewashed my insides. “Take that seed!” “I feel it, fucker. Every rope, I feel it. Give me every drop.” “Take every drop of that DNA. Let it soak into your guts.” “Aaaaah,” Dev sighed. Then, turning the camera off, tossed his phone beside us and collapsed on top of me without withdrawing his python from my ass. “God, that was incredible,” I sighed, reaching my hand down to stroke my hard cock. Dev smacked my hand away. “You’re not jerking off, fucker. You’re a Truveda Slut now.” “So?” “Truveda Sluts don’t waste their seed.” “Fine. You gonna take it?” “I might,” he said. “Or we can hit a bathhouse together or find a hotel party on BBRT. The options are wide open…just like that ass of yours. The point is, as you’ve just discovered, your hot sperm can make some lucky studfucker’s day so it’s just selfish of you to waste it.” Dev shifted his weight a bit and his spent dick snaked out of my hole with a plop. “Don’t you dare let my spunk come out yet.” Dev grabbed his phone and slid me over the edge of the bed where the light was better, hitting ‘record’ on the cameraphone. “Pull those legs back,” he ordered, adding "And let me see what six days worth of cum looks like oozing out of a brand new Truvada Whore.” I did as Dev ordered. I relaxed my ass muscles, and felt glob after glob of Dev’s wet spunk ooze from hole and down my crack. “Damn, I shot a huge load, fucker.” Dev commented. “You don’t have to tell me,” I answered, “I felt it.” “You brought it out in me.” “Mmmmm.” “Are you glad you picked my pharmacy for your Truveda prescription?” “Yes.” “Are you glad you let me in your hot hole raw?” “Yes.” “Are you glad you took my seed?” “Yes.” “Do you want more cum?” “Yes.” “Good, because this is just the beginning.”

My parents divorced when I was seven, and outside of cards on my birthday and the holidays, I didn’t hear from Dad. My mother only said that the divorce happened because Dad found someone else but she never went into more details, leaving me to think Dad left us for another woman. When my mother passed away when I was 20, my Father came to the funeral and re-introduced himself to me. Having not seen him in 13 years, it was scary to see how much we both looked like each other. While he was late 40’s and showing signs of graying, we were both 6’ 4’’. He was about 260 pounds with a bit of a beer belly while I was about 235. He suggested when things settled down for me we should meet for coffee and catch up. A couple of weeks later we met at a local coffee house, and Dad said that he lived about an hour away out on a farm with his partner, Sam, and Sam's son, James. Dad explained that while married to Mom, he realized he preferred being with men, and once he met Sam, he couldn’t stay with my mother any longer. He added my Mother hadn't wanted him to be part of my life as she was afraid that I would turn out to be like him. Obviously it was very shocking to hear all of this at one time especially with my Mother gone, other than my Father, I was alone in the world. In any event, Dad said he wanted to be part of my life again - if I was willing to let him in. Over the next few weeks, we got together a couple of times, and increasingly I felt comfortable with him, eventually asking him why he decided he preferred men. "Well, I've found that with the right guy, the attraction and sex is so much better than being with a woman," and adding "James has recently come out to us, and we're very happy to support him as he comes to understand himself." Dad also mentioned that given that he and Sam are so open about their relationship, it didn't seem at all surprising that James had come out to them. Meanwhile, when I wasn't with Dad, or working, or with my buddies, I started to watch first bisexual and then gay porn, just to see what it was about. While I thought I was straight, the sight of two guys fucking intrigued me, so as discretely as I could I asked Dad about what he and Sam did. "We take turns fucking each other," Dad replied, adding "since we're partnered, we always fuck bare, as we both feel sex should be bare between people who love each other." More for me to mull over. A few weeks later Dad suggested I come out to his place for the weekend to meet Sam and James, describing Sam as being in his early 40’s, about 5’ 9”, 235 pounds, and that James, although only 20, was a spitting image of his father. I accepted his invitation, and on the selected Friday night, I arrived at Dad’s place shortly after 8:00 P.M. Sam, wearing a t-shirt and a pair of loose-fitting shorts, answered the door and immediately pulled me into a tight hug. I was startled when I realized I could feel his hardening cock against my body. I also felt one of his hands reach for my ass, but I blew it off as an accident. "I'm very glad I've finally gotten to meet you," Sam said, "...welcome to our family." After a few more pleasantries, Sam said my Father and James were in the basement rec room watching a movie, and suggested we go down to meet them. With that, Sam led me through the house, gesturing for me to precede him down the staircase. Arriving at the foot of the staircase, I saw Dad and James, but I also saw the movie on the TV screen, and my attention was riveted on the video: the movie Dad and James were watching was not the usual movie but instead was hardcore bareback gay porn, and moreover, Dad and James, who had been making out, were wearing only thongs. As I stared at the unexpected scene before me, Sam came up behind me, now naked, his 8” cock fully erect, and whispered in my ear "Do you like what you are seeing?" Although I might have been speechless, Sam knew what to do: he reached for my cock and quietly remarked "Yeah, it looks like you do like it." Next thing I knew Sam assisted me in stripping off my shirt and pants, leaving me with only my boxers, and, as he caressed my cock, he began kissing me, initially tentatively, but with increasing passion as his tongue snaked itself into my mouth, even as we gradually worked our way across the room to the sofa where Dad and James were still making out. Then, extracting himself from James' grasp, Dad stood-up and gave me a warm kiss, the first we had exchanged since I was a toddler, but unlike those early kisses, this kiss was deep, long and intense. Then, looking deeply into my eyes, Dad said simply "You're home now," as he then resumed kissing me, even as Sam and James began playing with my cock and my ass, licking and caressing both, leaving my ass in particular, very slick. James then began exploring my ass, inserting first one, then two fingers into my body. I could feel his unexpectedly sharp nails abrade my hole, but I was too distracted by Dad and Sam to pay Sam much attention, but I was fully aware when Dad said "Now it's time for you to truly become part of the family," a phrase that didn't have any additional meaning to me, after all he and Sam had said pretty much the same thing scarcely ten minutes earlier, but I went along with Dad's instructions as he positioned me on my knees and he pushed my head down onto Sam’s cock. It was the first time I had ever had a cock in my mouth and Sam's very salty precum struck me as delicious, so I did my best to suck and lick my first cock, noticing as I did so, a bio-hazard tattoo on Sam’s stomach, but before I could ask about it, Dad slid his cock into my ass. I was very tight being an anal virgin but my dad slowly worked his cock deep inside of me and then slowly started fucking me. As he was fucking me bare he started talking about breeding me and making me part of the family like Sam and James were. He said that my mother was right to keep us apart but now that she was gone, he would truly make me his son again. After about 20 minutes of him pounding my ass, he finally grunted as he shot his cum deep inside of me. As he finally pulled out, James then replaced him in fucking me. As my dad and Sam started kissing each other I noticed the same bio-hazard tattoo on my dad. My dad said that the tattoos meant that they were both poz, as was James. My dad had decided if I came to visit that he would make me part of the family and this was their plan, and that when James had been working his fingers into my ass, he had made sure his sharp finger nails cut-up the inside of my ass, with the intention of ensuring that not only would they all fuck me, but that I would like convert. James worked me over and then he slowly maneuvered me so he was laying down and fucking me in a position that allowed Sam and Dad to see James' cock when it slid out of my hole: it was covered in pinkish cum. Sam immediately to James' position, and and continued the assault on my ass. Sam wasted no time in telling me that wanted me in the family, and would love to show me how to fuck like a man as he had shown my father back when. Sam was merciless in his pounding of my hole, which steadily leaked cum. Then, when I didn’t think I could take any more, Sam blew his load in my ass. I passed out from all the fucking. To be continued….

Standing at the bar I surveyed the offerings of the evening, which were pretty slim for a Friday night. Mostly old guys, not the younger twinks I was looking for. There were a couple I had already done that were desperate for a repeat, and why wouldn't they? I was a God. And I knew it. My name is Josh. I'm a prime piece of 18 (though my fake ID says otherwise) year old all American, blond haired, blue eyed fuck machine. 6'2" of smooth, tan, jock muscle with broad shoulders, hard pecs, narrow waist, washboard stomach, strong thighs, big calves, an amazing rock hard bubble butt, and the fattest 10 1/2" cock anyone would be more than grateful to worship. God damn I'm perfect. But like I said, I like those young leather twinks. Guys I can really lord my awesomeness over while I abuse and dominate them, making them beg for the mere privilege of being in my presence, and thank me while my horse cock rapes their hole like never before. However, I don't like repeats, even though they were desperate for me to take them again. Hell, everyone was desperate for me. Those old leather queens could barely keep their tongues in their mouths as they eyed my splendor, wishing I would give them the time of day. But they can look all they want, they ain't gettin! I took a fresh drink from the bartender and leaned my back against the bar, resting my elbows on the bar, sticking my chest out behind my open leather vest so they could get a good view of this perfect torso they'd never get to touch. One of the guys came up to the bar right next to me to get a drink. He was probably in his 50's, about my height. He wore a leather harness over his very hairy barrel chest. As he waited for his drink he leaned his bearded face into my ear and asked how things were going this evening. I turned my head away as I mumbled a response so he would know I wasn't interested. He just got his drink and went back to where he had been and stared at me. I just drank my drink and ordered another one. As I started my next drink, I started to feel strange, kind of light headed and dizzy. The feeling got stronger, so I figured I needed some fresh air and headed for the door. As I stumbled into the alley, I noticed the guy in the harness had followed me out. He came up to me and wrapped his arms around my chest just as everything went black. I started to come too with no idea where I was. As my foggy head started to clear the first thing I noticed was a rubber mask covering my head. It had plastic eye holes to see out and some kind of tube for breathing. I started to panic and scream and thrash around. That's when I realized I was constrained. It didn't take me long to realize I was in a sling. My arms and legs had been securely tied down so the only movement I could make was a little bit in my torso and my head as I thrashed and screamed. "Looks like my new toy is finally awake." I heard a voice say. "Now the fun can begin." I stared in horror as someone came up to my head. I could see he was holding some kind of glass pipe that he proceeded to light and inhale. The next thing I knew, my mask entirely filled with a thick, white smoke. I had no choice but to inhale it. I coughed a bit as it hit my lungs, but more and more kept comming. Quickly I felt waves ripple through my body as my heart sped up and my brain started to race. Next I noticed someone with a long, thin syringe that had no needle on it. It was filled with some kind of liquid. He proceeded to start to insert it into my ass and I started to panic again. I was a fucking top! I had never had anything in my ass before! But my feeble protests were to no avail. In it went and very soon I started to feel a kind of burning in my ass. Quickly the burning turned to desire. Fuck, my ass was wanting cock. What the hell was happening to me? I didn't have long to ponder my fate as I soon felt something hard pressing against my butthole. My cries of no did no good as I felt a hard cock slide into my virgin hole, spreading my asslips apart, ripping me open. I howeled as my rapist buried himself to the hilt and I felt his pubes grind against my flaming hole. I could hear the room erupt in cheers as this conquest was made. Dear God! How many men were here witnessing my downfall? I could hear all kinds of cameras going off as I took my first cock ever. Again I didn't have long to ponder before the man grabbed my legs and started pounding my ass as hard as he could. I just yelled and cried as I was brutally fucked by what had to be a big cock. He would pull it all the way out before slamming it back in to the hilt. I could feel it deep inside me, plundering past my prostate, opening me deep inside. Much to my shock, after about 5 minutes it started to feel different. It started to feel good. Instead of screaming I started grunting in pleasure. "Oh.......oh.......Oh........Oh." I grunted each time he buried it deep in me. After what seemed like half an hour of steady pounding the mask was removed from my head and someone held my up so I could see my rapist. It was the guy from the bar pounding me with a cock at least the same size as mine. "Look at me boy!" he ordered as he continued to ride me. "I want to see my new slaves face as I breed him for the first time!" With that, he buried himself as deep as he could and pumped me full of his hot cum. I could feel his cock pulse deep in my guts as I got my first breeding ever. When he finished, he pulled out and moved to my head. I could see his cock covered in cum, blood, and some shit. Without a word he just rammed it into my panting mouth and forced me to clean everything off of it. Then again, without a word he started to piss in my mouth. I was shocked and choked and gagged as he emptied himself straight down my throat, but I had no choice but to swallow or drown. He didn't pull out till he was empty. Leaning down into my ear he whispered,"Welcome to your new life, jockboy. You will be the nastiest slut in this city before I'm done with you." My cock hardened at his words.......

I couldn't agree more! I felt the exact same way! Oh and there is nothing I love more than the feeling of cum running out my hole and down my thighs

I love cock rings. I wore a leather one early on, when I was getting more head than ass. Now it's metal. I started to wear one because during sex my balls wanted to pull up into my abdominal cavity. I wanted them available--to be licked or to smack against that upturned ass...

Guy hit me up on BBRTS, said he was at the Airport and wanted to fuck me. He was poz and not on meds. I said fuck yeah and he had a few hours till his flight. I picked him up from the airport and we went to a local bookstore. We walked into the a private room and both undressed. I started to suck him and he took my poppers and took a hit and gave me one too. He was a twinkish latino guy from Mexico City. Nice cock, pretty average but still nice. He spit on his hand and lubed up my hole. On my back on the sofa in the room, he slide inside me and fucked the hell out of me. He said he was close and wanted to give me his unmedicated poz loads in my negative hole. He then shot a huge load in my ass. It was so fucking hot! I still have it in me now. I took him back to the airport and never even got his name. So HOT!!

While visiting family, I have hooked up with a top leather daddy several times. His ex boyfriend lives with him (but in separate rooms). I've seen him a couple of times while i have been there...each time I have been naked and either in the sling or getting fucked somewhere in the living room. He never bothered to make conversation and he would go back into his room and I wouldn't see him again. The daddy said they have an understanding and that his ex usually has a trick himself in his room and they use a separate entrance. Well, the last time I was there, he kept coming out of his room when we were taking small breaks in between me getting fucked and would create small chit chat. At one point, when the daddy and I were in the living room and checking things out on line, his ex came into the living room and sat on the other couch and began to talk to us (more trying to get me to talk) and it was a little awkward because I couldn't gage if this was bothering him or not. His ex would jerk his dick under neath his underwear every now and then. Well, after awhile, I got in front of the daddy to make sure he knew I was there for him and began sucking his dick in front of his ex. The ex didn't leave. He was on his phone checking things out on line and I couldn't tell if he was looking over or not. About 15 minutes later, I got back up on the couch and sat next to the daddy and we made out and I could tell the daddy needed to take a real break. He began to cuddle me and he closed his eyes and for brief periods of time. About 10 minutes later, I figured it was a good time for me to jump into the shower and figure out my next moves. I forget why I was able to jump into the shower all of a sudden, but I think the daddy had gotten up to get us something to drink. I took my bag and went to the bathroom. I thought I would get a little amped and would clean out and then head back into the living room. When I am thoroughly cleaned out, I head back to the daddy (his ex went back to his bedroom) and I could tell he wants to chill. So, I lay next to him and rub his back and we're cuddling and he begins to fall asleep. My head is starting to spin. The ex is now doing laundry and is starting to stop between his now many trips between his room and the laundry room talking about stupid stuff. He could hear the daddy snoring and he looks at me and whispers to me, "do you think he'll mind if we hook up?". I look over at the daddy and then to him and say, "no". I am so horned and amped and all I want is his ex. So, I grab my poppers and head back to his bedroom. (He leaves the bedroom door open) and I immediately get into my knees and pull it his dick and its so much bigger than the daddy. This guy is like 10". I greedily start sucking on him and after awhile he grabs some lube and with his fingers he starts to play with my hole as he is choking me with his cock. He then tells me to get onto the bed and turns me over and grabs my waist so that I am on my knees with my ass facing him and he lubes up my hole and pushes his dick in and begins fucking me. He felt so good and the idea that the daddy could walk in at any minute was also driving me nuts. He pulled out, I sucked him, he fucked me some more and then started to eat out my hole and then shoved his cock in my mouth and I started to taste his precum and he then took his dick out and shoved it into my hole and bred me deep. As soon as he pulled out he shoved my mouth onto it and sucked any last drips of cum out of his balls. With that, he looked a little startled and walked out of his room and I could hear the daddy and he talking. I grabbed my poppers and headed back to the living room. I don't know if he knew, but he didn't ask, nor did he seem bothered that I wasn't with him when he woke up. I stayed about an hour with him and made plans for us to meet up again later in the week. On my way home, the ex and I also made plans for him to breed me again.

Looks like I broke Grindr's curse. Recently I have been striking out on Grindr. So when I got a msg from a cute 21 your old Dominican top I didn't get particularly excited, even though I have a near fetish with Dominican tops. We exchanged maybe 10 msg between us before I was answering my door naked as requested. There was no names, no status talk. He was just as cute as his pictures were - light skin and 6'2". He kicked off is shoes, pulled down his shorts and underwear and lifted his shirt over his head. He revealed a sexy full body that had light definition and a thick 7" uncut dick. He sat down and I got in between his legs and sucked him. He kept face fucking me aggressively (which isn't my natural sexual enjoyment). I wanted to suck him how he liked it so I hit poppers and basically held on to his hot 21 yr old ass and face fucked myself. He then told me to lie on the floor. He went fishing in his shorts and put what I think was a condom and a lube package next to him. He was knelt in between my legs looking right down at me. He picked something up from the floor and unwrapped it. Then I felt him rub lube all over my hole. He then rested his dick on my hole looking at. I looked back up at him while caressing his chest. I know he didn't reach down to put on a condom so i rub my hole on his head to entice him. He adds a little lube to his own dick and puts it in me. He starts to fuck me kneeling himself right at my ass. His dick feels so good fucking my ass - and rubbing up on his base pubes. Mid-way through he lifts each of my legs over his shoulders and fucks me missionary style. He says "You like my raw Dominican cock don't you?" I said "yes but I'm going to like your cum in my ass more." That did it, with that statement he picked up speed and dropped a load deep in me. The Grindr curse is over - I got another load last night that I will try to tell later.

It depends on how snug the cockring fits. I find when i wear my snug rings my cock and balls get thicker. I love wearing cockrings as a top or bottom.

Part 5 Stan had set up the sling in his bedroom earlier while Teddy was babying Sean so it was ready when they all got there. He placed the boy in it and told him to ask his cousins to restrain him. "Teddy and Harry please restrain me." "Why do you want to be restrained?" Harry asked "Uncle said I should be and also so you can do anything you want and I can't try to stop you." After securing him Teddy told him that he too liked being restrained in the sling. It makes you feel so helpless and he always imaged he was a virgin being raped. "That's what I want, please really rape me" "You need to pretend you don't want it, here let me gag you so you can try to scream". Teddy told him and then gagged him. Stan told them that the fantasy was beginning. "Teddy good job getting your cousin in our trap. Harry why don't you warm up his ass while I get the rigs ready." Harry picked up his father's belt and using medium strength swung it against the boy's ass. The look on Sean's face was shock and after only six strikes he started to cry. Harry wished he wasn't gagged and could really cry but he knew that was for another day. Teddy stroked Sean's face and told him that soon his dad would take away the pain as well as his innocence. When Stan returned he saw the boy's ass was beat good and told Harry to use the belt on Teddy for awhile. Teddy didn't look happy about it but he laid on the bed on his belly offering up his ass to be belted. Harry swung even harder as he belted his brother. Stan told Sean that soon he too would lay willingly to be abused. He strapped the boy's left arm and then wiped it and picked up the rig he prepared and showed it to Sean. He told him that it was going to be injected into his arm and would make him want to be ruined. Sean was still sobbing and was now very scared that they were going to inject him with drugs. Stan removed the boy's gag. Stan told him what to expect and started to slam the boy. Just before slamming him he told him that he and both of his sons were HIV positive and would fuck him full of their toxic seed and make him positive too, but they wanted him to beg for it. Sean said he wanted to stop and go home. His uncle told him to wait two minutes and then he could leave if he wanted to. Stan slammed Sean and Sean was quiet as the slam hit him. The brothers stopped playing and watched as Sean coughed and looked freaked out for about 30 seconds then he relaxed into the sling. Stan traced the boy's lips with a finger and then pushed it in his mouth. "I think you like sucking. But do you like this?" And he then squeezed the small nipples and the boy moaned. "How about if I squeeze them really hard?" The sensation was blowing Sean's mind and he knew it should have hurt really bad but all he felt was intense pleasure. "I bet you'll like this even more." Stan brought his right hand down between the boy's legs and rubbed his boyhole with a finger then with his left hand he squeezed a nipple as hard as he could and shoved a finger up the boy's ass. Sean's head felt like it was going to explode and his eyes rolled back and he didn't believe he could ever feel this good. Suddenly he had a thought that if this felt this great that getting fucked must be even better. Stan asked his nephew if he wanted to go home as he pushed a second finger into the new party hole. Sean opened his mouth to speak but couldn't get the words out as the feeling of his Uncle squeezing his nipple and finger fucking his ass was overpowering. Stan knew what was happening and stopped finger fucking and lessened his nipple squeeze. "Do you have something to say, Sean?" "Unc....Unc....Uncle Stan, please fu....fu....fuck me!" "Do you want me to fuck your virgin ass and breed it full of my toxic cum?" "Uncle, please yes do me!" "Call me Daddy and tell me you're my boy and that I own you." Stan then pulled his fingers out and let the nipple go. He lined up his dripping cock to the tight little hole. "Daddy, I'm your boy and you own me, and please fu..". The boy never got to finish as Stan drove his entire cock into him. The feeling of being impaled by his stud Uncle was more than Sean could process but he knew it was what he wanted. He tried speaking and again couldn't form words and it made him sound like a baby. Stan told him that he shouldn't try to talk but that he should just lay there and be a good little slut and enjoy knowing that from this moment forward he was now a fuck toy. Harry and Teddy got up and watched as their young cousin took their dad's cock and lost his cherry just as they did years earlier. Harry hearing the boy babel and drool told Teddy that Sean looked like a real baby. Teddy told Sean to suck his thumb and Sean looked at him and did so. Seeing that they had his attention Harry asked Sean if he wanted to see see Teddy get spanked and hear Teddy cry like a baby, Sean nodded and Harry told his brother that after tonight he didn't need to be his spankee as Sean would be getting it so tonight he was going to tear up his ass worse than ever. Teddy knew his brother loved hurting a boy's ass and also that he wouldn't be able to sit for days. Stan continued to pound Sean's boypussy and told him to watch how Teddy let his brother tie him down and then slam him into the same chemmed up slut space in his mind that Sean was enjoying. Sean sucked his thumb as he watched and saw his hot cousin who not long ago dominated him became a subby boy once he was slammed. Stan told Sean that since this was last time Harry could spank Teddy, unless Teddy asked for it, should Harry make Teddy just cry or should he beat Teddy's ass until he cant take it anymore. He told him to think about it as they continued to fuck. Teddy coughed and then raised his ass signalling Harry to begin. In no time Harry was swinging the paddle. Stan never let Harry go to far with his brother but had seen him get real sadistic with other boys. Sean felt so good being fucked and watching Teddy's ass get red and hear him cry that he even chemmed up started to get hard. Stan grabbed the boy's erect cock and asked him how bad teddy should be spanked and Sean told him that Harry should spank Teddy as hard as possible. Harry looked to his dad and seeing his dad nod knew he had permission to hurt his brother's ass like he wanted to. Stan tossed Harry the gag and the last thing Teddy said was "no" as he was gagged. Harry picked up his dad's belt and swung it as hard as he could. Stan felt Sean's cock throb as they watched Teddy get beaten. He told Sean he was happy to see that he liked to see someone hurt then Stan grabbed Sean's balls and squeezed them hard and told Sean that tonight was the only time Harry could hurt his brother but that Harry could do it to him everyday. And that Teddy will likely get even with him by joining his brother in spanking Sean. About a half hour later Harry was exhausted hitting his little brother and Teddy passed out as soon as it was over. Harry was smiling as he approached his dad and thanked him. Harry looked down and saw Sean's boyhole looked like his dad had beat it too. Stan reminded him that Sean was now a boyslut and he should be used hard. Stan said that seeing how torn up it was that it was time to load it up and he started pounding the boy harder. He told Sean he was about to get knocked up and asked if he was ready. "Oh, Daddy please make me yours. Please cum in me." Stan held Sean's hips and lunged as deep into him as possible then held him tight as he shot his load into his nephew's neg hole. Sean had stayed hard listening to his cousins and when his Uncle filled him with cum he too shot off. Both Stan and Harry watched in amazement as Sean's cock blew the biggest load they are saw. The entire time the boy came he repeated "please cum in me" over and over.

Becoming a Proud Slut Chapter 1 A Man of His Word The bar was crowded and dark and the music was loud enough that I could feel it pulse in my chest. Nobody was smoking, but the air was hazy and stale. The room was long and narrow, with the bar in the middle, separating the tables in the front from the dancing in the back. I was traveling alone for work, and had been to this city twice before, but it was my first time visiting this particular club. It was also the first time I had gone out since the end of an almost year-long relationship. I sat at the bar with my back to the dance floor, watching as groups of men entered and ordered drinks. The crowd was exclusively men, mixed types, but with a definite leaning towards leather and denim. Everybody seemed to know each other. Only the bartender said more than two words to me. After my third drink I noticed that a rough looking guy was checking me out. His face and arms were tanned and he looked like he hadn’t shaved or washed his hair in a few days. He kept staring at me, so I nodded hello. He ordered two beers and walked towards me. His body was slim and fit, but probably from a very physical job, not from the gym. He was wearing torn jeans and dirty boots. Only his white T-shirt looked new and clean. He wasn’t handsome, but he wasn’t ugly. He was just sleazy enough to be sexy. He handed me a beer and I thanked him. He took a long swig from his bottle as he looked me up and down. I smiled, and took a sip, again thanking him. He however was blatantly checking-out my ass, and then stepped closer, reached around and tightly squeezed my butt. I was surprised, but a little turned on by his confidence. He looked me in the eyes and with a gravelly voice said, “I’m gonna to cum in your ass tonight.” I almost spit beer and before I could respond, he grabbed my wrist and led me away from the bar. I tried to tell him that I don’t usually bottom and never bareback, but the music was loud and I don’t think he heard me. I kept following him and he led me right into the women’s bathroom. It was unlit, but not unoccupied. A dozen or so shirtless men were paired up and exploring each others’ bodies. He led me to an empty spot at the sinks and backed me against the counter. He kissed me on the mouth, hard and slow and wet. It had been a while since I had been with someone and we could both feel my dick stiffen against the hardness in his pants. We finished our beers, set the bottles in the sink and kissed some more. He was a great kisser and I decided to continue and to ignore his earlier comment. He turned me around and massaged my butt with strong hands. It felt good. When he gently pushed my shoulders down, I bent over and laid my chest on the counter. In one motion, he dropped to his knees and lowered my shorts and underwear. I stepped out of them and kicked them under the sink. He kissed and nibbled my smooth, naked ass. The stubble on his chin scratched, but it turned me on even more. He spread my butt cheeks and kissed and licked my hole. I lifted one knee onto the counter to give him deeper access. His tongue flickered in and out of my wet hole. He was an expert rimmer and had me moaning and fully erect in no time. He stood up, whipped out his cock and rubbed it against my crack. I could feel that it was long and thick. I looked into the mirror over the sinks. He was looking down, concentrating as he worked his dick and pre-cum all over my tight hole. He put his middle finger in his mouth and slicked it up with spit. He stuck it knuckle-deep up my ass and worked it around. It felt great and I squirmed with pleasure as I loosened up. He played with my fuckhole like this for a while - alternating between fingering me roughly, then rubbing his dick on my hole. He never hesitated to re-wet his finger after pulling it out of my ass. “Hope I’m clean enough,” I said. “Tastes good,” he replied. Eventually he managed to get two fingers inside, using only spit and pre-cum as lube. My ass was aching to get fucked. He stood me up and turned me around to face him. He lifted off my T-shirt and tossed it under the sink. I sat on the counter and leaned back, lifting my legs to my chest. Presented with my willing hole, he rimmed, fingered, tongue fucked and rubbed his cock some more. The sensations all felt good and my mind tuned-out as the pleasure took control. At some point I realized that he was no longer just rubbing his cock on my hole, but actually slipping it in for a few strokes and then pulling out to rim or finger me again. Eventually he was only fucking me. He fucked me deeply and slowly, satisfying my hungry hole. I rocked back and forth to meet his strokes and greedily took all his cock. “I don’t usually bottom…” I said. He looked right at me and said, “Yeah, well I guess tonight’s an unusual night.” Our eyes remained locked as he gradually fucked me faster and faster. I was lost in his gaze and my own pleasure when the couple closest to us suddenly got loud and verbal with cries such as “I’m gonna cum!" and "Me too!" and "You want my load?" and the inevitable "Fuck yeah!”, their cries and moans were followed by their respective climaxes. followed by their cries and moans as they both climaxed at the same time. It was then that I came to my senses and noticed the bowl of condoms on the counter. I reached down and felt my partner’s cock and confirmed what I already knew. He was fucking me without protection. Strangely, my dick got harder. “I never bareback,” I told him. “Guess you can’t say that anymore,” he said. Then he asked the top next to us, “Did you breed his hole?” The guy replied with a smirk and answered “Deep.” “Nice,” my fucker said. Turning his attention back to me, he said “You’re next.” He fucked me harder and faster. “I don’t bareback.” I said between groans. “You could have fooled me." “No, I mean, I don’t like to bareback.” He grabbed my hard cock. “Looks like you like it.” I couldn’t argue with that and moaned with pleasure as he fucked me and stroked my cock. A minute more of that and I told him, “I’m getting close.” “Me too,” he grunted. “You’re going to cum in my ass.” “That’s what I said,” then he grunted and bucked as he unloaded balls-deep in my guts. I shot my load so far and hard that it splattered on the mirror on the wall. Still on the counter, I caught my breath while he tenderly kissed me in his arms. His dick softened inside me then slipped out. He stuffed it back in his pants, quickly zipped up and left the bathroom without saying another word. I stood up, weak in the knees, wondering what had just happened. I felt embarrassed, rejected and used, but a feeling of pride soon took over. I was glad to know that I could be so slutty that I would take a stranger’s cum. I looked under the sink for my clothes, but it was dark and I couldn’t see them. I got down on my hands and knees and felt around the sticky floor, but they were gone - along with my keys and wallet.

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Want Some Chocolate With Sprinkles?: The thwump-thwump-thwump of Marine 1, the President’s helicopter and its two escorts, echoed down the river as it made its way to Andrews Air Force Base. I was walking home from work and approaching Banneker Overlook in Southwest, Washington, DC, where I got a great view of the three choppers flying low, appearing to weave in and out of the numerous construction cranes at the river’s edge that marked the new Wharf Development. It was another hot and blistering day in DC – the 10th in a row in the high 90s and I was anxious to get home, get out of my sweat drenched work clothes, and relax with a cold drink by the air conditioner. As I descended the other side of the Overlook, I heard the musical chimes of one of the neighborhood’s ice cream trucks, although this one sounded like it was on its last leg – off tune, missing beats, and volume that faded in and out. A nice big ice cream cone sounded really good right about then and with this heat I bet they were doing a hell of a business. I started along the sidewalk beside Maine Avenue, casually looking over the numerous tour buses that park there before venturing back out to pick up the latest flock of tourists. Near the end of the line of buses, parked by the largest shade tree on the block, was the ice cream truck I had heard earlier and I licked my lips in anticipation of a sweet treat. When I got closer I noticed a pair of boots and a pair of bare legs sticking out from the other side of the tree – legs that looked like mini-tree trunks themselves, thick, and sturdy. About 20 feet away I caught a whiff of a cigar, a strong one, and now noticed a light haze of smoke working its way around the tree and my curiosity grew. I slowed my pace, heard a manly cough, hack, then spit, a growl and “MOTHER FUCK!” repeated several times. The last one was being spat out as I rounded the tree and saw the man frantically brushing at his bare chest with his right hand while waving his left hand around with the cigar in in trying to keep his balance on the milk crate he was sitting on. He saw me standing there, let out a long, low laugh and said, “About burned my nipple off – Jesus fucking Christ – been looking forward to this cigar all damn day – now look at that, singed my chest hair right off – fucking Christ.” I smiled, not sure what to say, and watched as he settled himself back on the crate, leaned against the ice cream truck and started puffing on his cigar again. I couldn’t help but stare as at this big black man, wearing nothing but a pair of boots and basketball shorts, sitting on the side of the street like he was King Shit. His hair was cut low and tight, and he had a nice thick beard, but the rest of him seemed fairly smooth, although it was hard to tell as his skin was a rich, dark ebony and any hair would have been matted down by the sheen of sweat that covered him. The boots he had on looked about size 13 and the cum pig bottom in me started to squeal OINK OINK. My eyes started to go back up his body and stopped – his left hand was now resting on his left thigh, a gold wedding band flashing brightly as his fingers rose up and down in motion like he was playing a piano. No, not a piano, a pipe, a big, long pipe, because I watched what was clearly a monster dick started to lengthen in his shorts and I was sure any moment the head would peak out like a newborn babe. “Eyes up here,” the man said, breaking me out of my fantasy mind and embarrassing me that I got caught. “Even with those fucking shades on I can tell you eyeing my shit, so speak the fuck up. I ain’t got time for games, say what you want.” I was taken aback by his frankness and sputtered, “I uhh… ice cream… you know it’s hot as shit out here and I thought some ice cream would be good right about now.” The man continued to stroke his shaft with his fingers in rhythm to a tune only he could hear, or maybe it was in time with the hum of the ice cream truck’s motor that was running the cooler. He puffed on his cigar, grunted as he stood up, grabbed his milk crate, and walked to the back of the truck. “Well come on. I believe I got just what you’re looking for. I looked both ways up and down the sidewalk, nervous, but horny as hell and I wanted some dick, so I followed him to the back, grabbed the side, stepped up the two steps into the back of the ice cream truck and a little forward to make room for him to follow. The back door closed, locked, I quickly looked to the front and saw the back end of one of the buses. The ice cream man laughed, “Don’t worry man. You scared? Naw I didn’t think so and no one can see. Anyways, my dudes being playing cards and shit and they know better than to bother me if the truck be rocking, you understand?” I nodded, hoping I did. “Last chance – say what you want,” he ordered. It was now or never so I straightened my shoulders back a little, took off my sunglasses, looked up into his dark eyes and said, “I want to suck your dick for you, then let you fuck me hard and rough and deep and blow your load up my ass.” The ice cream truck driver coughed, blowing cigar smoke out as he laughed. He shook his head, smiled, “Fuck yeah, that’s what I’m talking about,” he said, “So you trying to be a bitch for a big dick? Get those fucking pants off and let me see whatcha working with. I’m a man who likes a big old melon ass, not some little peach shit. Hot damn! That’s right, your ass got some meat to it, bend that shit over, time for a taste test.” I finished stripping and bent forward over the ice cream cooler as the ice cream man started to paw at my ass cheeks. I rested my elbows on the cold steel of the cooler tops as he spread my cheeks open and started flicking his tongue side to side and up and down my ass crack. “Fuck me, fuck me,” I begged as his thick tongue found the edges of my hole.” He paused, inhaled deep, smacked his lips and said, “Oh fuck you bet I’m going to, but first I plan to taste all 31 flavors. Before we begin though, stand up.” I stood up, grabbed my now hard dick, and was beating it as I looked at his now naked body. OH MY GOD HIS DICK WAS HUGE! I wanted it so bad and asked him again to fuck me, but he ignored me, opened a cupboard on the other side of truck pulled out a box, then squatted down, reached in, pulled out two more boxes, stood up, then set the boxes on the other counter. He opened the first one, pulled out a leather collar and a thick chain and held it up. I tilted my head in question as he sucked on his cigar, set it back in an ashtray and said, “Bitches need to be chained up if they want to get mounted by the big dawg knot.” I shivered a little as the cold links of the chain fell down my back and he laced the leather collar around my neck. Maybe now he would fuck me. But no. He looped the end of the chain through the handle on the ice cream cooler and padlocked it, opened the other boxes and started pulling out baggies of pills, marijuana, little vials and needles, and other shit I had no idea what it was. The next box he opened he pulled several aluminum foil wrapped bunches out, set them down, gently opened one, and a stack of money peered through. He then crossed in front of me, opened the cooler door on the end, reached down, stood up and said, “Bend over.” I did, my heart almost burst with joy as I was going to get fucked, but it was not his dick that pushed at my hole. I cried out as something very fucking cold and pointy forced its way into my ass, the cold making me clench my hole did not stop him. “Cum shouldn’t be wasted,” he said, “This is one of my nuttsicles – grade A, premium black beef, nutt. And that’s hardly half of what I shoot at a time. My balls fucking put out, which is good, because I like my bitches’ asses to be dripping and sloppy.” My ass clenched and my guts shuddered from the inside out and the ice cream man just laughed. He then tossed a baggy of white powder on the cooler beside me, unwrapped one of his stacks of bills, snapped the rubberband off, slid a bill off the top and rubbed it between his hands a couple times, then rolled it into a little straw and handed it to me with the 100 mark showing. Holy fuck – if that whole stack was hundred dollar bills he must have thousands of dollars there! The ice cream man knew what I was thinking apparently as he chuckled, patted the stack and said, “What the fuck? You think I make stacks like this selling tootie fruity and fudge pops? You tripping. I got the best delivery service in town. Me and my boys sling dope, pills, juice, crack, whatever you need we got and if I don’t got it, I can get it. Cops don’t bother me none, I’m just the ice cream man you know? And on the streets, well no one fucks with me either as they know my boys and I pack firepower, but they also need what I bring to the table. See all these fucking buses? They come down here every day from New York City and shit and they sure don’t make their cash from hauling old blue haired tourists around. They haul what I need straight down 95. My shit’s the best. Now that you know the 411, snort some shit up because I’m about ready to bang you the fuck out!” I looked at the baggy, looked at him, my ass clenched. “I’ve not done shit like that in a really long long time, I mean I don’t mind if you do, but I can’t. Work and all.” The ice cream man stepped closer, his right hip pressing against my side feeling hot like a furnace. He shook his head, grabbed the baggy, handed the 100 to me and said, “You WILL snort, sip, take whatever the fuck I say. I like fucking bitches that be high and we got a few hours before I have to meet my crew and make some deliveries, so be good, obey, and do what THE FUCK I SAY!” I nodded, took the baggy and 100 and hit the powder. FUCK THAT BURNED! “Other side too,” he said and then continued, “You won’t find Tina like that any place else in the city. I got the best shit.” He held up another bag, this one full of little shards and pieces, he pulled a chunk out, reached down and pushed it into the gaping piss slit in the head of his dick. “FUCK YEAH THAT’S A GOOD BURN,” he said, as he took another and plopped it under his tongue. He then grabbed two large chunks, turned me around, and using two fingers and his thumb shoved the shards into my chilled ass. Once they were just inside my hole he used his index finger to push them in further. The ice cream man then spit on his dick, once, twice, and got it nice and slimy. He then took the bag of powder, pulled some out between his fingers and dribbled it over his wet dick. “Every big chocolate cone should have sprinkles on it, don’t you think? You like sprinkles? I want you to get down on your fucking knees and lick every sprinkle off my dick, don’t miss a one.” I had to adjust the collar and chain a little, but it was long enough so I could obey and soon I was slurping on his Tina covered dick like it was an XL Frosty at Wendys. “Let me hear you smack those lips on my meat, spit that shit up – now swallow those sprinkles – ha ha oh fuck, you got powdered lips now – good bitch cock sucker – bet that throat is nice and relaxed, you feeling the shit yet? Oh yeah, I can tell, you a greedy little cock sucker. Open your mouth, let me feel you wet the whole motha-fuckin thing. FUCK YEAH, REST MY BALLS ON YOUR CHIN – TRY SWALLOWING MY SHIT, WORK MY DICK WITH THAT THROAT!” Drool was running out the sides of my mouth and as the Tina kicked in I was hungrier than ever and wanted more. I spat his dick out, stood up, panting hard as mouth juice ran down my chin and onto my chest. I looked at him all wild eyed and he stepped back, laughed, reached into a box and pulled out a plastic bottle. “This here is my home-made lube. We’re about to set that ass on fire! Bend over and show me how you want it.” I turned around, planted my hands firmly on top of the ice cream freezer, the chill of the cold steel in sharp contrast to the blazing inferno that began to spread from the tender edges of my asshole, deeper into my guts as the ice cream man fingered me hard and rough with his homemade lube. I started to pant, what the fuck was in that shit? He dangled another baggy in front of me, “See these monster shards? I’ll plant a few more of these up, twirl it all up with my meat, and top that sunday off with some frothy whip cream and a busted cherry from that third hole!!” I started to push back and ride his fingers as he forced the shards of Tina deeper into me. Even though it felt like I was being blasted with rock salt, the high I was on overrode any common sense and told me the pain I was feeling was nothing compared to the joy to come. “YOU WANT THIS DICK? WANT MY KNOT? LET ME HEAR YOU BEG FOR IT FUCKER. BEG TO GET FUCKED, BEG TO GET USED, BEG FOR MY CHOCOLATE NUTT,” the ice cream man said. I bounced my ass around and pushed it back as far as I could while still bending over the cooler. I begged, pleaded, and was frustrated as hell as my need to get fucked was overwhelming. The only warning I had he was ready was a quick “TAKE IT BITCH,” before the ice cream man pushed against my shivering hole and punched his dick head through my first ass ring, and started banging at the second like a warrior attacking a castle’s walls. “FUCKING CHRIST – THAT SHIT IS TIGHT – NOT FOR LONG THOUGH, GOING TO LOOSEN THAT HOLE, MAKE IT FLOWER, OPEN THOSE PUSSY LIPS THEN SPRINKLE IT WITH MY LUV AND LITTLE RAIN,” the ice cream man announced as he banged my ass. “SHUT UP, I DON’T NEED TO HEAR YOU TELLING ME HOW FUCKING GOOD MY DICK FEELS. I KNOW IT DOES. BITCHES SHOULD BE SEEN AND NOT HEARD SO JUST KEEP TRYING TO GRIP DOWN ON MY DICK SO I CAN BUST THOSE WALLS OUTWITH MY BIG, BLACK CANNON!” The ice cream man fucked me hard, deep, and steady and I was fucking loving it. I was used to being verbal so it was tough having to keep my mouth shut, but the few moans and groans that escaped my Tina coated lips let him know I would take whatever he gave me. Even though I was laying face forward on the ice cream cooler, I was hot, sweating, and panting. The ice cream man was hot too and sweat poured off his thick body and dripped all over me as he continued to fuck my ass. After a while of hard fucking, he slowed his pace and said, “Fuck damn – feel that? I just gave you a bit of chem piss. That’ll kick in in oh about 2 or 3 minutes and your ass will start squirting like a porn pussy in not time. And you know what? By the times we’re through, you’re gonna walk out of here smelling like an old goat. A big old goat with nasty teeth, fucked up hooves, and shit and piss coated tail end.” He laughed hard at that, I didn’t get it but could have cared less as long as he kept fucking me. My legs were getting tired, but my ass was hungrier than ever, and I grabbed onto the cross bar on the ice cream truck wall in front of me to help keep me standing. I guess it was actually the window counter that opened as every time the ice cream man bang fucked me into the cooler, the wall would pop out a little, only staying in place by hook latches on either side, but it was enough for me to get quick little views of sunlight and the sidewalk and every now and then a glimpse of one of the bus drivers standing by the bus in front of us and looking at the ice cream truck. “READY FOR MY BLACK SYRUP? SOME CREAM IN THAT HOLE FOR THAT VANILLA SUNDAY? GONNA MAKE THAT BANA SPLIT FO SURE! I GOT IT FOR YOU – HERE IT FUCKING COMES – TAKE MY FUCKING CREAM YOU DICK HUNGRY FUCKER – OPEN THAT HOLE WIDE – GIVE IT TO ME – GIVE IT TO ME – THAT’S RIGHT – LET ME PUSH THOSE SPRINKLES INTO THOSE GUTS – AWW FUCK…AWW FUCK… HERE IT COMES…HERE IT COMES….HERE….IT….COOOMMMMESSSS…..!!!!” The shivers that ran through the ice cream truck man travelled from his dick, up and through his body, back down through his dick and into my ass and exploded out through my limbs as his cum splattered my insides. He sighed, sucked in a couple deep breaths, then pushed himself off me and ripped his dick out of my pulsing hole. I begged for him to keep fucking me but he just slapped my ass, laughed, grabbed a handful of napkins from the dispenser on the side, and wiped his face and forehead off. He then kicked the milk crate on the floor to the side, plopped down on it with a grunt, took his cigar and lit it back up and leaned back. I stood up, twisting around in my collar and chain and eyed his wet and glistening dick. I needed more – had to have more! I stepped closer to try to stroke him or suck him and he said, “Back the fuck off. I’m done. Well done with that. Time to settle up. Toss me your fucking wallet.” What? All I could think about was dick and the ache in my ass. “You deaf? Jesus Christ,” he said he got up, grabbed my pants off the floor, pulled my wallet out of the back pocket, one at a time laid out the cash I had on the counter, shook his head in disgust, then pulled out one of my credit cards. He then stepped over to the cash register, ran my card through a small reader, typed in some numbers, smiled when it dinged approved, came back, stuck the card back in my wallet, scuffed up the cash and said, “You got to pay to play and my shit – between my legs and what you fucking snorted and took up your hole – ain’t free, you feel me?” I nodded, what else could I do? Right then I would have done anything. “Get dressed and get the fuck out, I got things to do,” the ice cream man said as he unwound the chain from the cooler’s handle and released me from the collar. I rubbed my neck and practically pranced back and forth on tippy toes I was so fucking horny and high. He just smiled, laughed, and deflated me a bit when he said, “Look, you got some good ass, you was here, I was ready, it was business. Here’s my card. If you got the bank and need a delivery, I got boys who can roll through with anything on the menu – and I mean anything.” The last bit he emphasized by flapping his limp dick with his right hand. OK, I got it. I was high not stupid, so I started to get dressed as he did too. Stuffed my now empty wallet into my pants and looked at him one last time in hopes he had changed his mind. He just scowled, pointed at the back door, so I let myself out into the harsh light of the hot summer afternoon. I was standing between the back of the ice cream truck and a bus that had pulled up behind us, trying to adjust myself and feeling fucking paranoid that I not only smelled like a goat, but looked like one too, when the ice cream truck’s motor revved, spat a stream of thick acrid smoke out the tail pipe, and beeped twice in warning. I hopped up on the curb as the ice cream truck backed up a few feet, pulled out, and drove away. My scattered thoughts were interrupted as someone coughed, I turned to the left and the driver of the bus that had parked behind the ice cream truck was now standing by the bus door, leaning slightly against it as he rubbed the bulge in the front of his pants. He had on large sun glasses so I could not see his eyes and he didn’t say a word, but his fingers and the growing shadow cast by his pants was all I needed to see. “I hope you got some sprinkles,” I said as I purposely walked past him and climbed the steps up into the bus knowing my ass was ready to give him more than he bargained for.

I glanced at the slip of paper again as I turned left down the hall. It was a printout of a three-line e-mail I received two days earlier. The first line cited the address of a small hotel downtown and a room number at that hotel. The second line contained today's date, Saturday the eighteenth. The third line was the time - seven o'clock P.M., nearly an hour away. It was more than enough time for me to get ready. The email was from Jerry. I'm not sure how to describe my relationship with him. He's not my 'Daddy' and he's not really my 'Master'. I guess it would be most accurate to describe him as my owner. I met him when my ex did some match-making. He knew my kinks and what an insatiable bottom I had become, and he knew what kind of relationship I wanted to explore. Sometime after we broke up (which was on good terms), my ex contacted me and said he'd met someone who might be compatible with my desires. Jerry and I swapped some photos, exchanged a few emails, and met for a couple of fuck sessions before I drew up the contract. Basically, the contract stated that for the period of seventeen months Jerry owned me. I was his property - all six feet, one hundred-sixty pounds of me. Not his 'boy', just his property. He told me what to wear (if anything), when to sleep, when to eat, and I had to ask permission to use the bathroom. He made all my decisions. Most importantly (to me, at least) he owned my body. I became nothing more than a toy for him to use for his pleasure however and whenever he saw fit. As he instructed, I spent more time at his place than mine, and while in his presence was almost always naked. In addition, Jerry forbade me from speaking without having first obtained permission. I usually only ever spoke to answer a question or ask to use the bathroom. Most of the time his answer was yes. He would grope me whenever I walked past (and I would always wait until he was finished before continuing on my way), feed me his piss if he was out working in the yard and didn't want to come in, or just didn't feel like getting up, and even mounted me in the kitchen once while I was washing dishes at the sink. I felt his hand on my ass and heard his zipper, so I set down the dish I was holding, spread my feet apart, and leaned forward so he could enter me. With his hands on my shoulders, he rode me in silence for a few minutes, except for some grunting, and then ruffled my hair when he pulled out. He did that a lot, and it made me feel like I was seventeen, instead of twenty-seven. Friday nights after dinner, when he frequently instructed me to 'get ready for company', which I knew meant that I should wash, inside and out, and then climb into the bed in the second bedroom. I knew to then slip my legs into a large, wide loop of fabric, somewhat stretchy, (although not as much as a bungee cord), and settle just above my knees. Then I'd lay back and hook the strap behind my neck so it would keep my legs spread and my feet in the air. There were two pairs of handcuffs attached to the headboard, but I could only fasten one myself. Jerry would come in to fasten the other before company arrived. In addition he would also sometimes affix a blindfold. 'Company' consisted of a few friends of his with high-stress jobs who needed some relief by the end of the week. Not a grudge-fuck per-se, just a serious hard-pounding, heart-rate-elevating, ball-draining session. Judging from the way that some of them would collapse and melt against me after blasting like a cannon, they really needed it. And I was happy to be of service. His friends would stop in at other times as well. Sometimes in the middle of the week he would even call them to let them know I was there, and they would take turns using me on the living room floor. Sometimes they didn't take turns, but just used me both at once. Occasionally one of Jerry's buds would bring a friend of his own that Jerry hadn't met. I always thought it was hot to hear his bud make introductions, and hear Jerry talk about me as though I wasn't there. He make comments such as "Yeah, it's nice and tight, you'll love it," and "Use 'em as a urinal too, either hole. Doesn't matter." I found it really hot that he treated me as if I wasn't even a person, just a couple of holes for them to use. I was a urinal, but not a toilet (no scat). That was one stipulation on which we had both agreed. But I never thought twice about spreading for any of them because I had signed a contract. Jerry owned me, and decided who fucked me and how they could use me. Jerry even decided whether or not they used a rubber. He hardly ever wore one himself, and guys usually used me bare. I assumed those guys who wrapped were poz, and in any event, every two months Jerry took me to a different clinic, and instructed me to get tested for HIV. As this was one of the stipulations he wanted in our contract, I had no reason to object. I never actually saw the results of the HIV screening as, when the results came in the mail, I always handed over the un-opened envelope to Jerry. As I had given Jerry a copy of the key to my apartment, I wasn't all that surprised when, on a few occasions, I was awakened in the middle of the night to find a strange man undressing in the bedroom of my own apartment, who explained his presence by saying "Jerry sent me." On one such occasion I awoke when such man was handcuffing me to my own headboard. I'd rub my eyes and mumble, "Oh, okay," then pull the covers back and pull my knees up to spread for him. It always amused me how the man would instantly bone up when he saw that I understood why he was there. And as soon as the man unloaded, he would unceremoniously dress and split, so I would just roll over and go back to sleep. On this occasion I arrived at the hotel room and stuffed the note into my pocket as I turned the knob, not bothering to knock. The door was unlocked as usual, and I let myself in, locking it behind me. I'd unlock it again later. I stripped, folded my clothes, and put them into a small suitcase that Jerry had left in the middle of the bed. Then I showered, took an enema, and unlocked the door to place the suitcase in the hall outside the door. Jerry had set up a few parties like this in hotels before. He would send his friends to find me in the room already naked and ready for use. Usually he was there too, but a couple of times he was absent. Leaving the door unlocked, I selected two pairs of handcuffs from among the other toys Jerry had left in the room. By first attaching them to my wrists I was also able to cuff both of my wrists to the headboard. Then all I had to do was wait. I lay on my back...spread...naked...watching the doorway. The door to the hallway was out of my line of vision, but I watched the doorway to the bedroom with my heart racing and my cock so hard I thought the skin would split. I watched the clock on the nightstand...seven thirty, seven thirty-three, seven thirty-seven. Finally, I heard the door open slowly, and someone called, "Hello? Do I have the right room?" "Yes," I replied, as I saw him move into the doorway. "Nice...!" he said with a grin as he pulled off his shirt. He was about fifty, with a receding hairline, but in very good shape for a man of his age. Then he pulled off his shoes, and I heard the door open again. He looked over his shoulder and called, "This is it, man! In here!" A bearish red-haired man in his forties moved into the doorway, and grinned when he saw me. I didn't know either of them, but I thought the redhead looked familiar. I watched them both undress, and they kept grinning at me. Then the redhead said, "Jerry showed us a photo, but it wasn't a nude." Then I extended the formal invitation that Jerry taught me was appropriate for the times that he wasn't present. "I am Jerry's cumdump, and he's decided to share me with you for the night. Use me however you want. Toys and lube are on the desk, if you like. There are only three rules...No scat. No permanent marks. Condoms are, of course, optional." "Jerry is very generous," said the first guy, and he took the bottle of lube off the desk and handed it to his friend. "You go first, man. I gotta piss." The redhead took the bottle, lubed his cock, and climbed onto the bed. So did the first man. Then I understood. I tilted my head back a bit and opened my mouth as he straddled my face. He dropped his semi-hard cock into my mouth and I started to suck. After two or three pulls, I felt his piss filling my mouth and began to gulp. Salty and bitter, I kept swallowing as I felt his friend lift my legs onto his shoulders and work his cock into me. "Aw, damn that feels good. Drink it all, kid." The redhead groaned and kept pushing steadily until he was balls-deep. Then he started a steady rhythm of fucking with my cock mashed under his furry belly, leaking pre-cum like a faucet. I thought I heard them making out over me, but of course I couldn't see anything. When the first guy was finished pissing, I kept sucking his cock until it got hard. I heard movement in the room, and the first guy said, "Hey guys, c'mon in and take a number." Finally, the redhead slammed into me, and I felt him shudder as he emptied his balls into me. "Fuck!" he grunted as he pulled out and got off the bed. Then the first guy pulled out of my mouth and moved between my legs, announcing "My turn!" When he moved out of the way, I could see that the new guys to arrive were three black men, all pretty fit. I placed their ages from twenty-something to late fifties. Jerry seemed to really enjoy watching me being used by black men. I remember one hotel party that was all black men except for Jerry himself. Eleven men used me that night, several times each. I lost track of the number of loads I took then. This particular party was smaller, only seven men showed up in total. There were a few times when I was left alone in the room between men, just waiting for the next guy to show up. One guy even walked in and didn't even bother undressing. He just unzipped his fly, pulled out his cock, and shoved it in without any lube...not that he needed it with all the cumloads already in me. He fucked with deep grinding thrusts, like he was trying to climb up inside me, and when he finally came, he didn't make a sound...just a kind of grunting sigh. Then he pulled out, got up and left, slamming the door. I didn't even know that the session was over until the last guy pulled out and then undid my handcuffs. "That's it, man." he said. "I'm the last one." I rubbed my wrists to get the circulation going again. As he was dressing, he explained. "Jerry couldn't make it this time, but he gave me a letter to give you. It's on the desk." Then he just said, "See ya," and left. I took another shower, and washed out all the cum, then went to the hall to get the suitcase. I was glad that it was still there. Once, the housekeeping staff had picked it up by mistake, and I had to call the front desk so they could bring it back. I got dressed, packed the suitcase with the un-used toys from the desk, and left it at the foot of the bed. I didn't bother making up the bed, because I knew that Housekeeping would want to change the sheets. On my way out, I picked up the letter from the desk, and locked the door. I was a little surprised that Jerry wasn't there this time, since it was the last day of our contract and his last opportunity to use me. I figured the letter would explain. I opened the envelope as I walked down the hall and pulled out a single sheet. It was very short, and read: "Steven--the seventeen months are over, and I hereby release you from your contract. I am very pleased to have had the opportunity to own you, even for a short time, and have been extremely satisfied with your service. I should tell you that your HIV test from March came back positive." (It was now October) "You may have noticed about that time I began wearing condoms when I used you. Regardless, I will gladly provide a glowing reference to any future owners seeking to enter into a contract with you. Jerry. Masterful1@gmail.com" I read that third sentence again. And again. I wasn't sure how I felt about it. Relieved? Glad? Betrayed? After all, I DID give up complete control to HIM. I gave myself up for him to use, and he did use me. He used me and abused me, taking full advantage of the control he had over me. That was what I had wanted. That was what had gotten me so turned on - to be used with total disregard - however Jerry saw fit. And apparently he saw fit to let me be used by poz men. It must have been part of Jerry's fantasy to use a neg bottom until the bottom converted, knowing that he, Jerry, had forever changed the bottom's life. Or was it? Did he actually try to get me infected, or had it just happened...I can't really say 'accidentally', rather...un-intentionally. I guess I wouldn't know unless I actually asked him. I stood there staring at the note for several minutes. Finally, I decided that I would send him an email and ask if he was interested in renewing our contract.

I love to piss fuck and I'd like to just sink in and flood a fuckhole with piss without asking. Something about asking sort of kills it for me, yet I'm a bit apprehensive about just pissing away without asking. Thoughts?

Today went to the glory holes in Dublin. Sucked a number of cocks. Backed onto two of them and got two loads. Think one guy still though he was fucking my mouth until he came in my ass. He pulled back and saw my ass in the hole, and did not see to be a happy camper. I was, I'd just got his load!!!

Glad you got what you wanted, but I hate getting cum in my eyes. Besides it really belongs in my hole.

Mmmm.....nice package!

Such an erotic cum party oh please add more

I'd say it reconfigured mine. BUt thats what I wanted. Anyone that fucks me can instantly tell that i've had my hole worked on and used. It tells them they're fucking an authentic slut and not one of those wanna be's or queen's that brag about how tight their hole is. They shouldn't be proud of that. It's not a selling point to me.

Looking to visit LA early next year. Let me know how you go and which hotel/motel you would recommend. My record at a gang bang is 17 loads. I hope you can match it. Just don't rely on your hole being anything but gaping and useless for a few hours after that I plugged it but still it will be sore for a couple of days which is a hot feeling as you know what caused it

Public bathroom bareback breeding 2 So a guy that lived in my area saw my last public bathroom video and he wanted to make one too so he hit me up. hope you guys enjoy. http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=jEgCU-G505-

This is one of the hottest most erotic fucking stories on this site. He simply gives in to what he knows he wants. Poz cock. But not just poz cock. Full blown AIDS cock. Couldn't be more evident in the way he was taking care of the KS lesions by licking and sucking. If I were in this shoes...I would have done the same fucking thing...I'd let him fuck me...and have him cum inside me. If ever that opportunity should come up...I will do just that. Oh, and moisturize my givers KS of course!!

At a hotel on business. Last night I posted on Craigslist that I wanted anonymous bb tops to come to my room and fuck me. Got 2 responses around 10pm. I taped the do not disturb sign across the door lock, so the door could just be pushed open. I turned off all the lights, except for the bathroom. I kept the bathroom door just barely cracked to give the room just enough light that he guys could find my ass on the edge of the bed. I lubed my ass and got on my hands and knees on the edge of the bed and waited. In about 10 minutes I heard the door open and footsteps toward me. I felt a finger rub the outside of my ass. Then slip up inside me. Then the finger was pulled from me and I could hear him kicking off his shoes and taking off his pants. Then I felt a hard cock pressing against my asshole. He grabbed me around the waist, as I took a hit of poppers. With one hard thrust, he pushed up inside me. His cock was about 6.5" and thick. He really pounded me. Grunting as he slammed in and out of me. Then I heard the door open again and more footsteps to the bed. Could hear shoes and clothes being removed. The first guy continued to fuck me as the second guy climbed up on the bed, pushing his 7" uncut cock in my face. I sucked him as he hardened in my mouth. The first guy quickened his pace and slammed deep into me as he let out a loud groan and filled my ass with his spunk. When he pulled out, the second guy pulled from my mouth and moved to the foot of the bed, slipping his hard cock into my ass. I heard the first guy dressing and leaving my room as the second guy fucked me. It didn't take long for the second guy to also fill my ass with his load. Without saying a word, he pulled out of me. Pulled his pants on, slipped on his shoes and headed for the door. I never did see who the first guy was. But I caught a glance of the second guy as he headed for my room door. He looked like he was in his late 40's, 6'2", 200. Loved taking both anonymous loads.

Please can I have some more, sir!

So last night I crossed a line I shouldn't have, but note that I have, will continue to cross. I hooked up with my best friend's long-term partner/boyfriend. Yikes. The three of us were bar and club hopping, starting in Adams Morgan and finishing in Dupont at trusty Cobalt. All three of us somehow made it to the McDonald's a block south of the club, and this is where it got interesting. My best friend (who's been raw fucking me since I moved to the area xD, his bf doesn't know, don't know how he hasn't noticed my cum stains all over the couches and bed) passed out. We both tried waking him up to head home (last train was about to head to our connecting station), to no avail. I don't know what has gotten in to me lately, but I've been very bold. I grumbled that I'm horny and grabbed my friend's bf's crotch. He said, "Careful, I've wanted to fuck that ass since I first saw you." So I kept rubbing his dick. My ass was getting wet just at the thought of being fucked by him ... but I needed in his ass too. He then randomly asked, "Where do you want to go?" then I told him about a park a few miles away. Haha thanks Uber for providing the ride there! The park is Rock Creek, and it's pretty expansive in area. I knew exactly where to go, so I had us dropped off (know chose a random hotel not far from the park). Once we made it down the hill and in to the woods, I quickly dropped his pants to the ground and sucked his dick. I now know why my friend doesn't bottom for him ... he's insanely hung! A real 9 inches and I thick. Luckily when drunk my holes open up. After sucking his dick for a few, I turned him around, had him bend over a tree, and started rimming him. I was determined to seed his hot ass. Bubbly and muscular. I kept stroking his dick while rimming, getting him hot and bothered. I then had him suck my dick for a few minutes, then threw him back bent over the tree. I really wanted him to feel it, so I simply used more spit to lube us up then I rammed the head of my dick in his ass. Damn he's tight ... took me about 5 minutes just to sink in balls deep. Once in, I didn't hesitate to own that ass. I used my left arm to wrap around his neck and gently choked him while fucking as hard and rough as I could. I only lasted 5 minutes before slamming in deep and flooding his hole. I didn't withdraw from his ass until after I added two more loads, with each subsequent fuck lasting about 10-15 minutes. He finally blew a load during the third round, after he muttered he's into race play. Begged me to call him names that I never use but hey, I get off on turning on others. After a few minutes of saying things plus "Whose black ass is this?" he busted a sizable load. I'm still uncomfortable being the verbal guy in race play, I love receiving it though. Well, he wasn't able to get hard enough to fuck me, so he just rimmed me until he jerked off another load. Haha when we got back to the McDonald's, friend was still passed out. I know the night manager, so I knew he'd let us back in. Man, somehow I need to do a 3 way with both of them.

You fucking got me off again tonight. Thank you!

i wanna do the anon hotel dark room thing and get my ass bred. what's the best way to do this? should i get a hotel with exterior doors for convenience and anonymity or one with interior hallways for safety? i was gonna post on CL and give guys the hotel and room via email. i'll be naked on the bed with my ass up high and head buried in the pillow. lube and poppers will be right beside me and my ass will have a lubed plug in it so they can plug me back up after leaving a deposit.

Just as I started to catch my breath, he leaned in and kissed me gently at first but then more aggressively—forcing his tongue deep into my mouth. At the same time he pulled my hands up over my head and pinned them down. With every action he was reinforcing his control over me—complete control. I was still pretty fuzzy from the overdose of g he had given me, so it was a lot for me to take in and process. But as he kissed me and held me down—his body heavy on top of me—I felt myself let go and give in to him. I started to kiss him back just as deeply. And I started to grind my hips up toward his cock. “That’s a good boy. You are starting to learn what you are and what you need. And daddy can give you what you need and help you become your true self. Do you understand boy?” I nodded my head slowly as he stroked by face and licked my ear. He pushed himself off of me and looked down “You are one hot fucking piece of ass, boy.” With no warning he grabbed my torso and lifted it up off the bed and over his shoulder—just as he had done with my boyfriend earlier—and started to carry me across the penthouse playroom. As he walked, he slapped my ass a few times, telling me how hot it was to fuck. “You have no idea how great that ass is. I’m not going to ever let you leave, boy. I’m just going to keep you up here fucked up getting fucked all the time. You don’t know it yet, but I’m about to change your life forever.” We finally reached wherever he was going, and he very gently set me down so that I was standing in front of him. Before I could look around he pulled me into his chest and wrapped his arms around me. “I’m going to take such good care of you, boy. You have no idea how much pleasure I’m going to bring to your life. Are you ready?” I looked up into his eyes and nodded. “I want to hear you say you’re ready. Tell daddy you want to be his boy.” “Yes, daddy. I want to be your boy.” He leaned in close and cupped my chin with his hand. “Say it again, boy.” “I want to be your boy, daddy.” He started to shift his weight away from me and shake his head. “I don’t know, boy. You don’t seem like you really want it…” I threw my arms around him and buried my face in his hairy pecs, “Please, daddy, I’ll do whatever you want. Please! I need to be your boy.” I was completely overcome with terror as I thought about never being held or kissed or fucked by him again—this man who had drugged and raped me. I knew that part of it was the lingering effects of the g. But it was more than that. “I think you are ready, boy.” He walked me a few steps backward and leaned me back into a sling that was in a semiprivate alcove at the opposite end of the penthouse from the oversized bed. “This is my own little private play area—my husband can only come here when he’s invited. It’s where I like to break in my new fuck boys.” He gently lifted my legs into the sling and fastened them into cuffs and then pulled me all the way back into the sling and did the same for my right arm. The left arm he left free and pushed a rolling cart with a padded rest underneath. He stepped behind me and grabbed something from a shelf, which I realized was a blindfold as he slipped it over me eyes. “Just relax—daddy’s going to take good care of you. The only way to be my boy is to trust me completely and absolutely. There’s nothing you can do and no way to turn back now, little boy, so you need to make the choice to give yourself to me unconditionally.” I nodded as the words “Yes daddy, anything you want.” tumbled out of my mouth. “Good boy.” I could hear him doing something behind me, but my brain couldn’t make sense of what it was he could be doing. I heard and felt a chair being pulled up beside me on the side where my arm was not restrained. “Hold your arm completely still.” I felt him wipe my arm with something cold and wet—and it only then dawned on my that he was about to use a needle to inject me with something. I must have tensed up a bit because he whispered to me, “Don’t you worry boy. Daddy was a fireman for over thirty years—so he’s had extensive medical training. Just relax and learn to love being my chem boy.” As he said the last few words, let out a deep breath and tried to let go of my anxiety. I felt the smallest prick and a few seconds later I started to cough intensely and suddenly I was alive like I’ve never been before. Every nerve in my body was tingling. I started to pant and moan. And that’s when daddy slipped his hard cock back inside of me. The second he buried his thick cock all the way to the hilt I shot a load. “Fuck, yeah, boy. You like getting slammed and having daddy’s cock all the way inside you??” “YES! Please! Don’t ever stop fucking me. Please!”

Chapter V. I extracted myself from the tangle of bodies now surrounding and devouring my boy. He had two cocks in his ass, one in his mouth, one in each hand, and was already covered with cum, much of which I knew was POZ. I backed out of the room, completely overwhelmed by the raw sex show all around me. I climbed the stairs, providing an overview of the debauchery below. The twin bartenders were tag-teaming a muscle stud on the bar, and the POZ pornstar had five asses turned up in front of him. He would plow one hole for a few strokes and then move onto the next eager bottom. I was mesmerized, but still needed to catch my breath. The bathroom was the first door I opened, and I let myself in. I turned on the faucet and let the water run, seeing my face in the mirror. My cock was shiny from double-fucking my boy and stirring so much cum from other guys that my pubes were clotted with seed. I turned around and saw just how much George had abused my ass with his rough fucking. I pushed out and globs of his toxic load oozed out. I knew it was me in the mirror, but I was different: I was now a cumwhore. And I liked it. The door opened behind me. It was Brad, our hulking sexy hunk host. “You okay,” he asked, seeming genuinely concerned. I nodded. “You come up here hoping I would follow you?” I wasn’t sure myself what to answer. He approached me and wrapped his muscular arms around me with a tight bear hug. I melted into his furry pecs. He reached around and fingered my gaping hole. “Hope George wasn’t too rough on you. Let me soothe that burning hole for you…” Brad took my hand and let me through a connecting door to the master bedroom. There, on a huge king-sized bed, was my boy, ass up. Brad closed and locked the door behind me. “This way, we won’t be disturbed,” he remarked with a smile. The walls were glass on three sides, overlooking the beach and the ocean. It was a stunning view, but I knew anyone on the beach could look up and see what was happening upstairs. Brad positioned me down next to my boy, face in the mattress, ass up. He pressed the small of my back so it was arched. My boy reached over and held my hand as Brad dove in and started lapping at my hole, sucking out George’s cum, and chewing on me. He got me moaning, which my boy silenced by shoving his tongue down my throat. Brad pulled away from my ass and went to town on my boy’s much more open, much more cummy hole. He got a mouth full of strangers’ seed as he worked his fingers into my ass. He then pried me open and spit those loads into me. My boy might have gotten more dick, but I was quickly catching up to his load count. Brad fingered more cum out of my boy and smeared it onto his huge cock. He leaned forward, all of his masculine weight on my back, and chewed on my ear. “I’ve already bred your boy once, but he wanted to be here for this, sharing in your conversion…” I shivered as my boy reached over and jerked Brad’s cock with one hand, aiming it at my hole, as with the other he pried my cheeks apart so Brad could slip in without any difficulty. And so it was: my hole opened up and took every inch until I felt Brad bottom out. I’d never felt so full, or so resigned to something that I knew I wanted all along. Brad was gentle as he fucked me, with measured pace, and controlled rhythm. I sensed that he wanted this to last, but he might have taken longer because he had, after all, just POZZED my boy. His breathing became shallower and quicker, but his hips rocked forward at a steady pace. “I’m gonna breed you, seed you, convert you, change you forever, make you mine, own your pussy, just like all the others…” With that, he held his hips still, balls deep in me, firing off his POZ cum deeper into my guts than I had ever been bred before. My boy held my head, cradling me, and kissed me gently as Brad slowly withdrew. Brad climbed around and slipped his tool between our mouths, and we both dutifully sucked it clean. Kissing my boy around the cock that had just POZZED us both seemed so right, so natural. Brad bent down and tenderly kissed us both. He excused himself and my boy wrapped himself around me. Notwithstanding the noise from the party downstairs, we both nodded off, and awoke hours later as the sun was rising over the ocean. The house was silent, and only the sound of the waves on the shore filled the room. My boy kissed me, and took my hand as we got up, and tiptoed out of the house. We passed more than a dozen naked guys in the living room, all knocked out, many of them knocked up. We held hands as we walked down the beach, both naked and sore, but both very content with what had happened. We knew we could catch the first ferry to get into the city and see a doctor right away for PEP, but we didn’t. We sat on the shore as the sun climbed higher and higher, knowing that we’d be back at Brad’s getting bred, together, sooner rather than later.

ALWAYS commando, makes it easier to get my pants pulled down and fucked but MOST importantly it allows the cum to freely running all down the inside and back of my legs afterwards

Tested positive in Oct 2008, started on Atripla in Sept 2009 and was undetectable at my Dec 2009 check up. Stayed on Atripla until early this year and switched to Triumeq and have maintained undetectable status since. I do find these stats puzzling as most of the guys I speak with that are on meds are undetectable.

Part 3 Teddy asked Sean if he liked being cuddled and Sean couldn't believe how good he felt and answered that he hoped it never ended. Teddy guided his cousin's thumb into the boy's mouth and told him to suck it. Sean opened his mouth and started to suck his thumb. Teddy and Sean enjoyed cuddling for a couple of minutes as Teddy thought about his fantasy finally coming true. Teddy wanted to turn a guy into a complete and total baby and never had any luck at the fantasy club as he didn't want a guy who had a diaper fetish but instead his fantasy was babying someone who didn't want to be. And his fantasy actually began because of his cousin, Sean. Sean was a bedwetter until he was 11 and always wore Pampers when he stayed at his uncle's. After he stopped wetting he would still let Teddy diaper him for a couple of years as Teddy insisted that he couldn't share his bed otherwise. But when Sean turned 13 he told Teddy he wasn't a baby and wouldn't wear them again. Teddy knew Sean wouldn't be able to stop him once he got the boy in the clouds. His father told him that they were going to turn cute little innocent Sean into a boywhore tonight but later he could play Daddy to his baby boy. Sean sucked his thumb and enjoyed being held and thought it was so real and loved this fantasy game. He was nervous seeing the guy would ruin the fantasy and he decided he'd do anything to keep this going. Teddy told Sean that it was time for their fantasies to become real and rolled the boy over so they were face to face. When Sean saw his cousin's face he started to pull his thumb out but Teddy stopped him and told him if he wanted to continue he should keep sucking. Telling Sean to sit up but to stay on the bed as he got up and turned his light on fully. Sean was still not believing what he saw but hoped it didn't end. He saw Teddy pick up a weird looking pipe and watched as he loaded it and then came back to the bed. Teddy stood in front of Sean and Sean stared at the huge hard cock trapped in boxer briefs in front of him. And he sucked harder. When Teddy lit his lighter Sean looked up but Teddy told him to keep looking at his crotch. Sean did as he was told and enjoyed staring at a hard cock without worrying about getting caught. When Teddy saw the wisps of vapor from his pipe he told Sean to watch how he smoked it. Sean watched as Teddy filled his lungs completely and then handed the pipe to Sean and sat next to him and slowly blew out a huge white cloud. Teddy told Sean to stop sucking and gave him the lighter and instructed him on how to light it and smoke it. When Teddy blew out his first cloud it was only half the size of Teddie's and he was told to try again. By the third time he was taken a bigger hit and Teddy told him he was proud of him. Teddy took the pipe and reloaded it and after doing a hit had Sean do three more big ones. Sean didn't know what he was smoking and told himself to do whatever he was told and hopefully the night would last long. He watched as he smoked as Teddy rubbed his huge cock and Sean wanted to touch it so bad. No, Sean knew he needed it. Teddy took the pipe and set it aside and told Sean his pajamas were cute but they looked uncomfortable and he should take them off. Sean's eyes showed he was tweeking and he said nothing as he took off his pj's. Teddy saw that Sean still looked like a boy especially in the little briefs. Sean watched as Teddy rubbed his hardon and Sean thought about how awesome it would be to suck it. Without thinking Sean raised his hand and started to suck his thumb again. Teddy repacked the pipe and handed it to Sean and told him to smoke it. Sean lit the pipe and when he started inhaling he watched Teddy pull down his boxer briefs and stroke himself. Teddy took the pipe and told Sean he was going to blow his smoke into the boy's mouth and he should inhale it. After filling his lungs, Teddy set the pipe down and held Sean's head and blew into his mouth and then as Sean blew it back out he kissed his cousin for the first time. As Teddy was fucking Sean's mouth with his tongue he lowered the boy's briefs. He felt up the boy's hairless but soft cock and balls and he then guided one of Sean's hands to his own hard cock. He felt Sean gasp into his mouth as the boy's fingers held finally what he desired. Teddy knew he was running out of time and let go of his cousin and gave him the pipe and told him to take a huge hit and then hold it in and to lay down on the bed. As Sean smoked the pipe Teddy opened a drawer and pulled out a pamper diaper and a knife. Teddy cut a slit in the diaper. He set that down next to Sean who had just laid down. He put his cock up to the boy's mouth and told him to exhale. Sean was flying high and seeing his cousin's cock in the cloud of smoke made it seem surreal. Teddy told Sean that he was now his baby. Sean nodded in agreement but never took his eyes off of Teddy's cock. As Sean felt Teddy pulling his head towards the hard cock he didn't care what Teddy did anymore. Teddy seeing the desire in the boy's eyes knew he was ready and he stepped aside and picked up the diaper and told him that his fantasy was to see his cousin in a diaper and on his knees sucking his cock. Teddy lifted his new baby's legs and slid the diaper under him. After getting the diaper on him he told him to get on his knees and Sean quickly did so. Teddy sat down and guided the boy's head to his cock. Teddy only pushed half his cock into him and let his baby boy get use to it for a minute but the sensation was so great that he knew he was going to cum soon but knew that he'd have more time later so he fucked the boy's mouth fast and just before he came he pulled out and shoot all over Sean's face. Looking at his little cousin's face covered in the largest load he ever shoot he understood how his Dad could want to corrupt him. Stan hearing his son climax opened the door to Teddy's room. He yelled for his older son to see what was happening. Harry entered the room and told his dad that it looked like Sean was a little boywhore.

Part 2 Stan's favorite was corrupting sweet looking innocent boys. He called them boys and the younger looking the better but Stan had three rules he followed, the boy must be of legal age, he never lied to them and before he finished taken their innocence they had to ask him to. Stan smiled remembering that most actually begged. Once he had dreamed of his nephew Sean and actually came in his sleep when the dream Sean begged to be broken. Sometimes he called his own sons Sean but they were big boys not small like Sean. About a month ago he had a boy that looked a lot like Sean and he was so turned on pretending that it was Sean and even called the boy Sean and had the boy call him uncle. But the real Sean will soon be calling him Daddy. Stan rolled Sean over and pulled down the pajama pants and briefs and when he saw the boys hairless pink hole he knew he was going to own it even if Sean wouldn't ask. He spit on the boyhole and pushed a needleless syringe in and gave the boy his first booty bump. He then decided to also add a crystal nugget and pushed it in deep. He knew the bump would both wake his boy up but also make him extra horny. Stan took off his clothes and pulled the boys up and then turned off the lights. He rolled him on his side and got behind the boy. In this position he could hold a boy tight as he molested him. He played with Sean's cock through his pajamas and waited for him to wake. Stan felt Sean tense up and knew he was awake. He softly whispered to his boy to relax and let him make him feel good. He told him to stay quiet but to nod if he liked being touched. When Sean woke he was confused and thought he was dreaming but when the man holding him whispered in his ear he knew he was really being molested. When the man asked if he liked being touched he almost screamed yes but he remembered the fantasy role and nodded. Sean's body felt incredible and he hoped this lasted a long time. The man was rubbing his cock but Sean felt the best feelings in his ass. Stan told him to be a good boy and push down and kick off his pajamas and briefs. Sean did gasp when he felt the man's hand touch his cock. It felt so much better than when he touched himself. The man whispered that he knew his little boy would enjoy it. Stan rolled the boy to face him and as he started to stroke the boy's cock he leaned in and pulled the boy's head and let their lips lightly touch. When he felt Sean lean into him he pulled away and whispered that he knew his little boy wanted to be molested. With one hand, Stan held Sean's head as he pushed his tongue into his nephew and he touched the boy's hole with the other hand. When Sean felt the finger on his hole he let out a moan that would have been very loud if the man's tongue wasn't completely in his mouth. Sean liked touching his hole and sometimes would finger in but it never felt this good. He felt the finger push gently at the hole but didn't go in. Sean pushed his ass backwards but the man pulled away. Stan could barely hold back as his desire to break a boy he loved. Stan popped both his sons cherries but Sean was different. While Stan never touched a minor he had lusted for years over Sean, even his sons wanted their little cousin and more than once they laid on their belly as Stan fucked them and called them Sean. Stan rolled Sean onto his side and cuddled the boy as he felt him up. He slowly squeezed a tit and asked Sean if he had dreamed of this, he pinched hard as Sean admitted he wanted to be molested and hoped it would happen often. Stan asked him who he dreamed of molesting him and Sean said he didn't know so Stan squeezed the boy's nipple hard and said that was for lying and he should be a good boy and tell him so that he could make it better for him. Sean whispered, "my Uncle", Stan smiled knowing he had his boy and asked what was his uncle's name so that Sean could call him it. Sean said he didn't want to call him by his uncle's name because in his dreams he called his uncle, Daddy. Stan squeezed the boy's nipple hard and asked if he'd like his uncle to hurt his tits. Sean gasped that his uncle could do anything he wanted. When he asked if there was anyone else he dreamed about and as Sean told him his cousins too. Stan told him their time in the room was almost over and he was going to have to leave soon. He felt the boy tremble and knew he was about to cry and the time was right. " Sean, you are coming home with me. Tonight both of our fantasies come true. Meet me in ten minutes at the entrance, I'll be in a black Mercedes. Put on the clothes you were wearing with me and you can carry the others" Sean thought it was cool that this man also drove the same car as his uncle. He said he'd be there. Stan told him to stay in bed pretending he was sleeping until he heard the door close. Stan quickly grabbed his clothes and left the room carrying them. He dressed in the hallway and picked up his stuff and was outside in his car and called home. His 20 year old son, Teddy, answered and was told what to do and to call Harry and tell him. Sean got dressed and then sat down. He loved his Uncle but knew it would never really happen and said to himself that he would let this man do anything to him just as he would his real Uncle. Sean walked out the door and the car was 20 feet away. He nervously walked to the door and opened it. "Close your eyes and get inside, I want to keep your fantasies going. Say nothing just do what your uncle says." After he sat down and shut the door he was told that to help him pretend he was still sleeping that his uncle was going to blindfold him and he stayed still as he felt it put on him. His regular clothes were taken and he was handed two pills and a bottle of water and told to swallow them. Stan said he would fall asleep and when he woke up he'd be at his uncle's house. Once the boy swallowed them Stan started to drive. He had a few minutes before the boy was asleep and he asked him which cousin did he like better. Sean said Teddy because he would cuddle with him when he slept over. Sean said he felt his cousin's hard cock against him and wanted so bad to touch it. Stan seeing the boy yawn told him to dream about him and his cousin and when he wakes up his cousin would be cuddling him. Teddy opened the door as he saw his dad carrying his cousin. Teddy told his Harry was on his way and would be there in an hour. He asked his dad if they were really going to slam him and make him their slut. Stan told Teddy that he could turn his cousin into the baby boy he wanted and Harry being a sadist would soon have his boy too. He said that he was going to do to Sean everything he ever wanted to do to a boy. Stan laid the sleeping boy on his belly on Teddy's bed and told Teddy what to do and to be ready in exactly one hour for him. Teddy handed his father the booty bump as Stan lowered the boy's pajamas and briefs. Earlier he gave the boy a smaller bump but this was much larger. Stan watched the plastic tube enter the hole that he dreamed about. Stan left the room to prepare and Teddy got in bed and cuddled his little cousin but also for the first time fondled the boy briefly. As Sean started to wake he felt an arm around him and remembered he was told he would be in his cousin's bed. He felt the familiar hard cock against him and thought he had to be dreaming. He pushed back against his cousin's cock. He felt the arm around him pull him tighter then the cock pushed harder.

I type this, my inaugural post, while I struggle to keep his huge load in my ass. Yesterday I started chatting with a guy on Grindr, decent looking, 30, sort of muscular. After some chatting he asks, "You're vers, but which do you prefer?" I respond with "It's like this, there some asses that just need to be fucked and some cocks that I just have to ride" At this point he sends me a pic of both his decent ass and a beautiful and HUGE 8x6.5" chunk of man-meat. Turns out that he was going to be busy last night so we arrange to meet today. We message back and forth after lunch today, deciding on my place. Once I get home from I douche, shower and change. I was a little nervous because up till this point, the biggest dick I had taken was an averaged thickness 7 inches. Before he started to come over to my place, I messaged him about his status, not because I particularly care, but to gauge the likeliness of getting to take this beauty raw. He said "Neg, U?", less info than I hoped for. So I sprang the question itself "Neg also. On PrEP tested in mid July. Do you ever BB?" He replied "Me too and yes". Victory, I get exactly what my ass desires... "Perfect". He arrived and I take him back to my apartment. We undress, kiss etc. He pulls out his cock and lays down on my bed and it hits his leg with an audible thud. I look up from it and show him the hunger in my eyes. I dive in and put it all into my mouth. His cock begins to grow and struggle to get as much of it as I can into my mouth. I get it nice and hard, my cock is also rock hard by this point. Sitting up I bring my ass up to his cock but hold off before going further. I slide back down a bit, put our cocks together and wrap my hands (it took both of them) to grab his 8X6.5" and my 8X5.5" cocks, and work them on each other. No words can describe the perfect image of all the meat in one place. He starts working his finger into my ass and my body responds, and he becomes more vocal and says "You are a big bottom, aren't you" I give him my coy smile as response and breathe in the pleasure of my ass being played with. I move into doggie position and he lines up behind me and lubes up. He starts to push in and I feel soooooooooooo stretched out and can tell he's barely in. He's starts pumping my ass and it feels great at some points and too much at others, but overall I get that magical full feeling. He can tell I'm struggling so he asks me if I want to change positions. I flip over to my back and the feeling is magical is pushes the huge dick in and out of me. After about 5 minutes he tells me that he's close and tell "Just don't stop." His O Face comes and then I can feel the huge amount of wetness as some his load gets pushed out of me by the plunging of his dick. He wipes off with a towel I had pre-staged, gets dressed, and leaves. I still feel like hole is stretched but i can in that amazing load... We text back and forth, remarking that we forgot to get a picture of that massive dick inside me, something we both talked about earlier. And we both agree to a round 2...

Credit where credit's due: I was totally inspired by pghpigbtm's dark-n-twisted Tumblr: http://pghtwisted.tumblr.com/. If you're drawn to the satanic themes in this story, I think you'll like his Tumblr, too.

Going back to condoms after I bred my first raw hole was impossible. Shooting ropes of my cum into raw hole is the best sensation ever. God, I'm sitting here with a raging hard on now.

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So my first lunch time breeding had gone well. 18 loads up my ass and 4 down my throat (https://www.breedingzone.com/entries/1180-Lunch-hour-breeding). It seems I was a hit with the tops. My handler hit me up asking when I was going to be able to provide my services again. I was pretty busy with school and work but I was desperate for cock and more importantly loads. I asked him if we could do another lunch hour cuz it worked with my schedule. He said that would work best for him too. Shortly after our communication I got a mass text that was sent to about 30 guys including me. It had two pictures, one of my cummy ass hole from my last breeding and one of me being spit roasted between two black tops. Since I was blindfolded the first time around, this was the first time I actually saw me being used. I liked it, it was hot! Somehow not knowing who was breeding my hole made me horny, I instantly sprang a boner. The text read: “Young Latin cumpdump looking to take all loads during his lunch hour on Wed, 1 hour only starts 1pm. Text me back for details if interested” Now this was set up on Sunday, and I wanted to be sure I was desperately craving cock by Wednesday so I put myself on lock down, no hook ups, no masturbating; I wanted to make sure I was super horny and craving cock. Waiting till Wednesday was torture! By Tuesday night I had a hard time sleeping just thinking of the pounding I was going to take the next day, my ass was craving some cum and the next day could not come fast enough. That Wednesday I woke up, went to the gym, got nice and sweaty, came back home and changed into my jockstrap. My handler specifically requested I wear a jock and told me to make him proud, I had every intention to! I headed to work…I had a hard time concentrating, no pun intended. I sat at my work desk with a rock hard cock just staring at the clock on my computer painfully going by. When lunch time rolled around I practically ran out my work, I texted my handler and told him I was on my way. He said it was cool and to not be late, some tops had already let him know they were on their way and he needed my ass there to service their cocks. I smoked a joint on my way there, makes me hornier, and since I hadn’t jerked off since Sunday I was craving cum like no tomorrow. I was 10 min away when my handler texted me, told me that one top was there…he said: “one guy is here, the other is parking, when you get here come straight to my apt, the code is #356, I will buzz you in, come up the walk way to the left, apartment 5. Step in and fully undresses.” I hurried over and found a parking spot on the street, I practically ran over I was so excited, my hand was shaking when I punched in the gate code, it buzzed and I pushed it in, as I stepped in I saw a guy walking towards the building about half a block down and wondered if he too was on his way to give me his load. I walked up the walk way and turned left, my handler didn’t even wait for me to knock, the door swung open, he told me that 4 tops were already in the bedroom, he told me to strip down to my jock. I quickly took off my clothes and made sure to grab my poppers from my slacks. I could smell the marker as my handler wrote “CUMDUMP” in big letters on my back and then an arrow to my hole. It’s true, it’s what I was, what I craved, and what I was excited for. My handler then put on a blindfold on me and led me by the hand across the living room and into the bedroom. As soon as I walked in to the bedroom I could hear voices, I wasn’t sure how many tops were there but my handler had said 4 with more on their way. I was pushed into the room and all of a sudden I felt surrounded. I felt hands all over me, one was twisting my nipples, others were groping my ass, I felt fingers being inserted. I could hear them talk amongst themselves as if I was not there, it was so hot to be talked about like you are not a person…”mmmm…It has a nice ass, tight too”…”I can’t wait to drop my load in it”….”it has some nice cock sucking lips too” Someone smacked my ass hard, my cock got even harder if that’s possible, a voice told me to get on the bed. I was lead over to the side of the bed and I was roughly pushed down on it, ass up face down, I was told to get on all 4s. I quickly did what I was told. A cock quickly found its way to my mouth and started throat fucking me. There was no slow or ramping up, these tops knew they were there to breed a hole and were not taking it slow. I could smell the musk from the guy fucking my face, his pubes brushing on my nose. I gagged a bit, but for the most part I was able to hold my own as he rammed his cock down my throat. At the same time, I felt another cock at the base of my hole. I pulled off the cock I was sucking, I took 4 big hits of poppers and just let the high wash over me, the guy started to push his cock into me, I took two more hits from my poppers and went back to sucking cock. The guy going into my ass just pushed it in, didn’t take it slow (later my handler told me he was a bit scared for me because this guy was the biggest there and had a thing for making his bottoms feel some pain) I was so horny from not jerking off for days though, and flying high from the poppers that my ass opened up and he slid in with no issues. I even started backing my ass up on it, trying to get him to bottom out in my ass. I was in heaven, one cock was stretching my ass hole, slamming into me, which in turn would push be forward onto a cock that was going in and out of my throat. For the next 45 mins there was always a cock in my ass and one down my throat. I could hear the door bell ring from time to time and then footsteps. I could hear people getting dressed or undressed and people talking about me as if I was not there. “thanks man, that was some sweet ass”…”how many loads so far?”…”let me know about next time.” I had lost track of how many loads I had taken, at this point I knew I had a good 10 in me at least. Every time a guy pulled out my handler would ask him if he shot his load and then would make a hash mark on my back. It was getting close to the end and my ass was full of cum…I could feel it leaking down my ass and legs, when the top pulled out I farted and a big gob of cum came out, he simply scooped it up and put it in my mouth, I licked that hand cleaned and thanked him. That got me going, pretty soon, I was being fed loads from my ass, I was told to squeeze out, then I felt a pair of hands cupped at my mouth, I could smell the puddle of cum and I licked it up. I was in pig heaven; I thanked him and begged for more. I felt someone eating my ass, it was so tender from the pounding I was enjoying it, I was told to push out, and I could feel loads squeezing out, I then felt one hand on my chin, it lifted my face and I was told to open, then the top just spat all the loads he had feltched out into my mouth. I almost came! I took about 2 more loads after that and finally it died down, the last top was escorted out by my handler, I was told to stay put. He left the guy out and came back to where I was face down ass up on the bed. He got down and started to eat my ass, then he got up and lined up his cock to my hole and just slammed it in. my hole made a squishy sound and he started fucking me telling me how I did a good job, I had made him proud, that my ass felt nice and wet. It didn’t take him long to shoot his load into the mix. He pumped in his load one last time with one good thrust and pulled out. I was then allowed to take the blindfold off. I looked in the mirror, I had a lot of marks on my back, I couldn’t count them in the mirror…my handler counted them for me and I had 21 hash marks, one for each load. I felt like such a slut and loved it, I got dressed and left. I drove back to work, I had a major hard on going, I had never even nutted, but it was cool. I was there to take loads up my ass. If I nutted didn’t matter, and I preferred it this way.

After passing the test with 1 guy, it was time to test me to see how I would do in a large group. I took an extra long lunch at work and made arrangements with that guy to host me for a bareback seeding for an hour during my lunch hour. I drove over on my break, in my jock ready to get fucked. I was parking when he texted me to see where I was because tops were beginning to arrive and were parking waiting for the signal. I arrived at his place, he told me to undress and lay on the bed on all 4s. he had a blindfold for me in case I wanted to use it and a marker ready to go. I figured why not, would be hot to take loads and not know who it is. I got down to my jock and layed on the bed. He came in, handed me a bottle of poppers and then wrote “cumdump” on my ass with an arrow to my hole. I could smell the marker, it was hot. Soon after that the doorbell rang, he told me to get ready for my first load. I put on my blindfold and got ready. I could hear them chatting and then someone walking down the hall…”damn man, nice ass, looks good” I felt a hand on my ass, a finger slid in my hole, and I could hear the guy taking off his pants. He bent over and licked my hole just to get it wet then slid his cock right in. The next 20 min were a blurr. It was a constant door bell ringing, guys taking off their pants, fucking my ass, seeding my hole. While one guy was fucking my ass, I had another one fucking my mouth and god knows how many waiting their turn. There was about a 7 min window where no new tops showed up. the handler took that opportunity to add his load to the mix. he shot his wad in me and added a hash mark. I had taken 10 loads up my ass so far and 2 down my throat. The doorbell rang and he told me to get ready again, I layed back down and put on my blindfold. A guy walked in, what sounded like a young kid by his voice, I couldn’t see since I was blindfolded. He started to face fuck me. he was the only one there, the handler asked him if he wanted to fuck my ass, he said no, he just wanted to fuck my mouth…he then said kid: “can I do anything to him?” handler: like what? Kid: piss in his mouth and stuff Handler: yeah but he has to drink it all, I don’t want to deal with the mess. I had never drank piss, but I was desperate to prove I was a good slut, so when the kid unleashed his stream of piss in my mouth I started swallowing like crazy. I got most of it, but some did seep out. the door bell started ringing again, and it was back to taking cock, after about another 15 min there was another break. The handler came over and looked at my ass, admiring the cream pie of cum just leaking out, I finished off my breeding session with 5 more loads. After that, everyone was ushered out and I was allowed to take the blindfold off. I had taken a total of 18 loads in my ass, and 4 down my throat, my back had all the ass loads hash marks and my chest had 4 for the oral loads. The handler took pics, he said its hotter to use these pics next time I want to be seeded. He just send out a mass text with my cummy hole asking tops to come breed me. I left, tired, full of cum, a little sore. I went back to work, gave a 1 hour presentation all the while clenching my ass, I was afraid the loads would start to leak out. hottest breeding I have had so far and look forward to more. i shortly after tested positive for the clap. totally worth it though, i would do it again.

Jesus, just read it all, I've nearly rubbed my cock out lol. Brilliant story and we'll told man.

Aftermath and Epilogue I came home sick from work today. My flu symptoms were slightly better but I still felt miserable. Calvin was out sick as well … I wondered if he too was experiencing the “fuck flu.” It was hot thinking he might be but I didn’t really dwell on it. I just wanted to go home and crawl into bed. I got home around 1:30 and headed towards the bed room. Thomas shouldn’t be home until 6 or so… so I could get a bit of rest. Then I heard the voices. Coming from the bedroom. Not just voices… moans and grunts. What the fuck? I tiptoed to the room. The door wasn’t quite closed. I looked through the gap, moving carefully and quietly. I could see Thomas on the bed. He was naked, on all fours, his is ass up in the air. And some stranger behind him. A stranger who was thrusting into him, sinking a hard cock into my husband’s ass. “Take that cock you bitch.” The stranger said. His thrusts were fierce and merciless. The sound of his thighs slapping against Thomas’s ass echoed in the room. “Yeah, fuck me, use my hole.” “Damn your ass is so tight. I’m glad I saw your profile online.” “You like it? You are only the third guy to ever fuck me. I can’t think of anything else… i called off work so I could get fucked.” The stranger sneered. “With that little dick, you can’t do much else bend over and give up your ass.” Thomas said nothing, just pushed his ass back to meet the thrusts. I pushed the door and it drifted open. Thomas’s head shot up and he saw me. The stranger almost fell off the bed in surprise but caught himself. “Fuck! I didn’t know you invited any one else.” The stranger said, slapping Thomas hard on the ass. He tired to me. “Wait your turn… I’m almost done here. Trust me, this ass is worth waiting for.” I shrugged, gave Thomas a little wink, and moved closer to watch this stranger’s dick pound into his ass. I wondered how his cum would taste when I sucked in out of my husband’s ass. Like I said when I started this: I never meant this to happen. I really didn’t. But Thomas and my relationship has changed now and there is no going back. **** I wrote all of that about a year ago. I suppose I felt guilty and this was my confession. I found the papers a few weeks ago and decided to post them here. Thomas and my relationship did change. We tried to set rules for awhile… the “gay agreement” where we would fuck with other guys but only when we were together. That didn’t work: we are both very horny bottoms and it became a competition to see who would get fucked. We graduated to an “open relationship” and it was fun for awhile… fucking anyone we wanted but still having someone to come home to. Over time, however, we drifted apart. We still love each other, we will still get together from time to time (I fuck him or we have a threesome if we can find a top), but Thomas moved out some months ago so he could have a more private space for his hook ups. Calvin and I still fuck from to time but he spends most of his weekend’s ass up in the bathhouse now. I’ve seen him there a few times and sometimes just sit back and watch the little slut take load after load up his hot ass. As Dan had suggested, my flu was my seroconversion. I went in for a test two or three months after that that night with the three of us and the result wasn’t a surprise. Calvin tested positive even before I did. Thomas tested positive just a few months later I sometimes sit back and wonder what would have happened if I hadn’t met Dan that day at work. Would I have stayed faithful to Thomas? Would we still be together? But I don’t think so. I love getting fucked and, yes, I love big dicks. If it hadn’t been Dan getting my own my knees or bent over in that bathroom it would have been someone else eventually. Maybe some day, I’ll settle down again. For now, though, I’m just enjoying life and taking it day to day. The End

Chapter 2: The First Encounter He passed me and stepped up to the urinal next to mine and fished out his dick. I tried not to look, I swear, but at the sound of his piss splashing in the urinal my head turned of its own accord. He was far enough back that I had a clear view. His uncut dick was soft but about 5 inches and thick. I stared and held my breath as he pissed. My conscience told me to get out before this situation developed But I didn't move, just stood and stared. His stream finished and he shook his dick gently. He made no move to put it away. He turned slightly towards me, his uncut shaft pointing at me as if in challenge. I found myself turning to face him no longer thinking of hiding my own straining cock. I felt his hand on my shoulder pushing me to my knees without a word. I didn't resist and found myself at eye level with his hardening dick. His foreskin had peeled back and the sight of that thick head on that thick long shaft had my mouth watering and my ass twitching. This was crazy! Someone might come in, I could lose my job, and Thomas would be hurt if I betrayed him like this. But I stayed. I was close enough that I could smell him. Just a hint of sweat as he had been working but still clean. Virile and masculine. God I love that smell. I leaned closer to him, my lips parting out of old habit. His tool slid past my lips and across my tongue. His dick was at least seven inches long now, his cocked fully exposed, and still not at full mast. It tasted so good but he didn't stop on my tongue. He quickly hit the back of my throat and I struggled to remember how to relax and let it in. It had been so long since I had sucked a cock where this was an issue. I gagged and he backed off slightly to allow me to catch my breath then pushed forward again. This time my throat remembered how to open for a cock and his cock slipped in. A heard a sigh of approval above. Encouraged by his approval, I increased my efforts as he worked his hard dick back and forth on my tongue and in and out of my throat. That is when it happened. He unbuttoned his work pants and slid then slightly down to give me better access and I saw the tattoo on his hip. A biohazard symbol. A flood of panic threatened to overwhelm me I realised the implications. I was on my knees sucking off a HIV positive stranger is a men’s room at work. He seemed to know I had seen the tat. He waited patiently while I struggled between my lust and my fear. Then a drop of his pre-cum landed on my tongue. Salty and sweet. Awakening the sensations I had repressed for so long. Everything else, everything rational, was forgotten again. I didn't think of Thomas, or getting caught giving a blow job at work, or even getting the bug. All I could think of was getting that hard meat throbbing in my throat again. And it felt so right. This was where I belonged. On my knees worshipping this stranger and his big uncut cock. I leaned forward, drawing him back into my throat. He seemed even more turned on now that I knew his status. His hands were on the back of my head now. Holding me in place as his rod pistoned in and out of my throat. I know it sounds like a porn cliche but he had to be at least 8 inches long now that he was fully erect and his thickness was almost threatening to trigger my gag reflex. "Tell me you want my load." It was the first time he had spoken directly to me. His deep voice seemed to rumble through me. "Tell me that you want my dirty seed, you slut." All I could do is moan desperately in the affirmative. HIV or not, I wanted his cum. He was getting close. His breathing was heavy. His balls were drawing up. "Here it comes you cocksucker!" He pushed in deep one last time and I felt his cock throb as wave after wave of hot cum fired deep in my gullet. I struggled to breathe but didn’t want to let his dick go. Finally he pulled back so the tip was on my tongue and I immediately began to suck and lick. His cock pulsed again... an unbelievable amount of cum. I couldn’t remember anyone with such a big load. My mouth was now coated with his warm spunk and itwas as delicious as anything I had ever tasted, I wanted to savour it for hours but he stroked my throat until I swallowed. He pulled his softening dick out of my mouth and I moaned desperately like a baby who lost it's bottle. His wiped up a bit of cum that had escaped my mouth and he fed it to me as he looked into my eyes. I sucked his finger clean and he chucked. I leaned back on my haunches and watched as he tucked his dick away. It was only then that thoughts of my husband returned. Oh fuck. What had I done? I was so ashamed. So afraid that Thomas would find out... That my actions would cause him pain. had shot my load at some point. I hadn't even noticed. The front of my underwear were covered and there was a puddle on the floor. My stranger stepped past me. As he reached the door he stopped. "Be here tomorrow morning at 11:30.” I didn't say anything, still kneeling in my guilt. He stood there waiting until I looked up. "I like my bitches ready ". He said. "If you want any lube you had better grease yourself up before I get here." And with that he turned and left.

PART 6 As Grant’s dick slowly churned the poz cum inside Conrad’s fuckhole, my bro just kept grinning—a less angelic grin than before, almost a little evil—and his eyes radiated the dark intensity of a truly trashed-up chempig. “I’m so proud of you, bro,” I said to him, and he looked at me with that same grin. “This is fuckin’ amazing, bro,” he replied. “Ever since you put that needle in my arm, all I can think is dick. Dick. I need dick. I love dick. Fuck, dude! DICK.” That made everybody laugh. “I’m glad to hear that, boy. Slamming should do that to a bottompig like you.” Conrad growled hungrily, then turned to Grant. “Fuck, Daddy—that felt so good. Your cock, your cum. You fed me exactly what I needed, exactly where I needed it. Poz cum in my raw hole.” Right around that moment—as Grant and Conrad continued their Daddy-bro bonding with filthy pigtalk punctuated by the occasional deep kiss—my phone buzzed. It was a text from Rick, my buddy at the front desk of the bathhouse. If you’re up for another conquest tonight, he wrote, I’ve got a candidate for you. Hot little self-righteous condom-Nazi with a gorgeous furry butt. I replied right away, telling him that Recruit #1 was already a trashy slampig, so I had time to bring another boy to the dark side. Rick texted right back: Fuck yeah! You’ll find him sitting on the edge of the Jacuzzi. I want to see his pupils get bigger than fuckin quarters. And then I want to destroy his slammed-up hole. (This is why I love playing with Rick: for him, innocence is only acceptable if it’s up for immediate destruction.) I didn’t want to miss this boy at the Jacuzzi, so I grabbed Jason—Grant’s furry pigboy—and asked him to give me a hand. Then I pulled Conrad down from the sling and said it was time to rinse off. I assured Daddy Grant that his boys would return soon, then ushered Conrad and Jason out the door with their towels draped over their shoulders. As the three of us walked past a steady stream of half-naked men—many of them leering at us, some reaching out to brush their hands against Conrad’s boyish skin—I explained how the two of them could help me nail my newest victim. When we arrived at our destination, the three of us parted ways: I went to the Jacuzzi, and Jason and Conrad went into the group shower. (At this particular bathhouse, anyone sitting in the Jacuzzi can ogle the dudes in the shower—the two areas are only a few feet apart.) As for Rick’s boy, I caught sight of him immediately. He was maybe in his mid-20s, short and compact, with a perfect dusting of fur across his muscular little chest. A little bit of scruff. Rugby players’ legs. A nice piece of uncut meat between his legs. And that face—the kind of angelic face that demands to be stuffed full of cock. As I slowly walked down the hot tub stairs and submerged myself in the water, I made sure that my cock stayed above the surface long enough for my new target to see it. He saw it, alright—and then he couldn’t stop staring. I stared back. And as I sat down on the ledge across from him, I cocked my head to indicate he should sit with me. He didn’t hesitate for a second. As he walked my way, I got a clearer look at his ridiculously defined six-pack, not to mention his rapidly-growing cock. Best of all, when he spun around to sit down on the ledge next to me, I got a quick peek at his ass. Rick wasn’t kidding—this boy had the kind of butt that gangfucks were made for. We started with a little small talk. His name was Dylan. He was a grad student, and he’d been in the area for about six months. But just as I began to turn the conversation in a more filthy direction, everyone in the Jacuzzi started pointing to the showers—and once we looked, we couldn’t stop staring, because Jason and Conrad were putting on quite a show. This was all part of my plan, of course. I’d instructed Jason and Conrad to walk into the shower area as if they didn’t know each other. I’d told them to choose adjacent showers. I directed Conrad to begin soaping up his hot young jockbutt, and I told Jason to respond by jacking his stiffening cock. By the time Dylan and I started watching, Jason was already fingering Conrad’s hole and asking him to squeeze out a little cum from his last breeding. We watched as a thick stream of white jizz came streaming out of Conrad’s butt, which earned an audible grunt of appreciation from the cumpigs in the hot tub. By the time Jason pushed Conrad against the railing of the Jacuzzi and started pounding him raw, I was rubbing my finger across the surface of Dylan’s tight little furry fuckhole, earning a little moan in the process. His cock was rock-hard as he openly gaped at the bareback fuckshow in front of us. “Pretty hot, huh?” I said, continuing to run my finger across the entrance to his hole. “Fuck yeah—it’s definitely hot. But not for me, man—I play safe, you know?” “Oh, that’s cool—so do I.” He turned to me and gave me an appreciative smile. Then I leaned over and whispered in his ear: “And I have rubbers in my room. So when can I fuck you?” He didn’t answer, but simply stood up and walked to get his towel, the muscles in his butt flexing with every step. He glanced back and gestured for me to join. Following close behind, I watched him clamber out of the Jacuzzi, his leg swinging up to the edge as he climbed out the side of the pool—a maneuver that briefly exposed his fuckhole. One way or another, I said to myself, consensual or not, this boy’s butt is taking my raw dick tonight. Just then, the fuck between Jason and Conrad was reaching its noisy climax. Jason was asking my lil’ bro all sorts of questions: do you like being a fuckin’ bareback slut at the bathhouse? Do you like giving up your wrecked pighole to total strangers? Are you gonna take loads in your slopped-up hole all fucking night? Conrad didn't answer, exactly, beyond a half-coherent litany of nasty pigspeak, his slammed-up brain unable to perform basic processes while that big raw dick was pounding his hole. He just kept saying things like fuck, fuck, fuck, breed it fucker, fuckin’ A, fuckin’ use this hole, use my hungry cunt. Knock it up. Please, please knock it up. Fuck! Goddammit, you hot pig motherfucker… Then I heard Jason start to breathe heavily as his dick slapped faster and faster against that cum-flooded hole. Then came a few more questions: You want my fuckin’ load in your slopped-up hole, huh? You hungry for my cum? You wanna get fuckin’ pregnant, dude? Yes, shouted Conrad, nearly delirious with hunger. Fuckin’ yes. Fuckin’ breed me. Please. Please, please breed me. I’m so fuckin’ hungry for that seed. Ohmigod—ohmigod—I feel it—I feel it—fuck yeah! Gimme your load, dude. Thank you. Oh, fuck! Thank you. Thank you. Ohmigod—FUCKER! Everyone in the hot tub could see Jason’s whole body shake as he unleashed his poz cum inside my lil’ bro, Conrad grinning like a little kid as he milked that dick clean with his hungry jockbutt. When Dylan and I turned to leave, I caught a quick glimpse of Jason’s softening cock, coated with fresh seed, pulling out of Conrad’s hole, only to be replaced right away by some random dude’s veiny, precum-dripping Daddy dick. My lil’ bro let out a guttural moan of approval as the new cock invaded his ass—and the whole time I just kept brushing my fingers against Dylan’s twitching, furry muscle hole. First, we took a brief detour to the front desk. I told Dylan that I needed an extra towel, but I actually needed to give Rick a signal that a new corruption project was underway. As I picked up the towel, I gave Rick a little wink, and he replied by mouthing the word “Oink.” As Dylan and I walked away, I looked back at the front desk and held up both hands, mouthing “10 minutes.” Rick answered with a thumbs-up while flashing an evil-pig grin. Back in the room, Dylan climbed up on the bed, got on all fours, and immediately began sucking my dick. Bobbing up and down on my poz shaft, he instinctively arched his back and aimed his hole at the ceiling. I fixed my sights on that quivering cunt, imagining just how incredible this negboy’s fuckhole would feel against the skin of my poz cock. I leaned down to kiss Dylan. It was important to make a good connection with this kid, to gain his trust. I’ve found that a good makeout session can help establish that kind of instant connection, especially if the boy is affectionate and eager for someone to take care of him. That was Dylan, all right—I could tell he was a sweet one. I wreck boys like him all the time: nice kids who somehow fall under the spell of a guy like me, a guy who lives to see virgin boyhole oozing thick white sperm, preferably streaked with ribbons of pink and red. Cum and blood: the keys to initiation and brotherhood. Dylan kissed me hungrily while I kept toying with his fuckhole. “Just curious, boy,” I whispered in his ear. “Do you like to get tied up?” “Fuck yeah,” he said. “Just as long as you don’t make the knots too tight. I kinda just want the illusion that I’m tied up, you know? I need to be able to escape if necessary.” “Oh, of course,” I replied, reaching into my bag to grab a handful of rope. I looped a few coils around his wrists, then made a loose knot on the bedposts so that he wouldn’t feel trapped. “That OK, boy?” He nodded with a big grin. I leaned down to kiss him again, and his body trembled with hunger and excitement. “I can’t wait to feel my cock slide inside you, Dylan. You’re such a sexy little fucker.” He responded with a happy murmur as I reached into my bag. OK, that’s enough affection for now, I thought to myself. It’s time for things to take a nasty turn. First, I grabbed a piece of piss-stained fabric and shoved it in his mouth. Then I reached up to the knots on the bedposts, and with a simple tug I tightened them so that Dylan couldn’t move his arms. His eyes grew wide, and he attempted to use his legs as leverage, but it was no use—I’d already pinned his thighs with my knees. “Sorry, kid,” I said. “When I tie a boy up, he’s fuckin’ pinned until I say otherwise. For real. No escaping, understand? Tonight you’re mine.” As Dylan attempted to scream through the fabric, I heard a knock at the door, followed by a key entering the doorknob. I looked back to see Rick come in with our buddy Santiago, another staff member. (Santiago, you see, is the kind of ruthless Latino top who just isn’t happy until he sees blood on his dick.) “Excuse me, guys, but we heard sounds of a struggle in here,” Rick said to me, doing his best to sound genuinely concerned. “We just wanted to make sure everything’s alright.” Dylan tried screaming again, but I muffled him even more by placing my hand over his mouth. “Everything's fine," I assured him. "I do have one small problem, though: I need some help getting this boy under control. See those ropes on the bedside table?” Rick nodded and grabbed the ropes. Dylan, meanwhile, was trembling with fear—and that’s a major turn-on for me. When I see a boy get scared because he’s no longer in control, my cock twitches and I start drooling precum. I mean, look: there’s nothing hotter to me than watching a boy break. I love breaking ‘em down until they finally surrender and start begging for the raw dick they’ve always wanted. As Dylan kept trembling and whimpering, Rick and Santiago each grabbed a leg, bent him in half to expose his fuckhole, then secured his ankles to the bedposts. He struggled from time to time, and his head kept shaking back and forth in silent protest. But these protests were feeble—he knew he was fucked. I turned to Rick. “In the nightstand, you’ll find a needleless syringe. It’s all ready to go. A nice big fat dose.” He handed it over to me, and I inserted the plastic tip into Dylan’s hole as he gave me a pained, pleading look. “Don’t worry, boy. This is just some very, very special lube.” Then I pushed the plunger in, releasing the drugs into his fuckhole and bringing Dylan one step closer to the world of chemsex. With the chems quickly finding their way into Dylan’s system, I reached into my bag to grab one of my specially prepared condoms. (The preparation is pretty simple: I slice off the reservoir at the tip, so it only takes a few deep thrusts before my mushroom head bursts through the weak end of the rubber.) I held up the condom for Dylan to see, and relief flashed across his face. We were being safe after all! Then I rolled it onto my dick—making sure my boy didn’t catch sight of the hole at the tip—before pouring some lube on my shaft. Finally, with a slow thrust, I began sinking my poz dick and its useless rubber into this helpless negboy fuckhole. His cunt was warm and hungry from that giant booty bump, and I had no problem going balls-deep on the first push. I pulled back a few inches, then buried my dick all the way once more—at which point I felt my cockhead burst through the rubber, and my precum-covered cock got its first exposure to the warmth and wetness of Dylan’s unprotected fuckhole. A moment later, I pulled back out. The broken rubber now covered about two-thirds of my cock, and a string of precum connected the tip of my dick to the warm hunger of Dylan’s hole. “Sorry, dude,” I said to him, “Looks like the condom broke.” Fear entered his eyes again, and he tried to say something through the fabric stuffed in his mouth. “Dylan, I can’t hear what you’re saying. Don’t worry, though—I’ll ask somebody else. Hey, Rick? Look at this rubber. What should I do?” Rick shrugged. “Take off the rubber. Fuck his hole raw.” “Fuck yeah,” said Santiago. “Just breed that fuckin’ uptight faggot.” I looked back at our boy. “So tell me, boy: Should the three of us just bareback that sweet fuckhole of yours?” Dylan was screaming again, shaking his head back and forth, trying his best to fight his restraints. “Sorry, buddy—I really can’t hear what you’re saying. I guess we’re just gonna go with the majority, OK? Which means I’m gonna pound my cum deep inside you.” And with that, I ripped off the rubber and shoved my raw dick into Dylan’s partied-up butt. I leaned into him, looking directly into his eyes as I began to pump in and out of him with long strokes. He was starting to cry, but that just made my dick harder. “Don’t cry, buddy,” I said to him. “We’re only gonna fill your butt with three raw loads, that's all. You love bareback sex, don’t you?” “Well, at least part of him does,” Rick said, pointing to Dylan’s cock. It was rock-fucking-hard. “Your dick’s pretty hard, Dylan,” I said to him. “I guess some people might call this a rape. But what do you call it when you're raping a cunt that secret loves it?” I noticed that Rick and Santiago were starting to get naked, quietly unveiling the biohazard tats on their chests. And as I expected, Dylan saw the tattoos almost immediately, his eyes going wild with distress as he tried to yell through the muzzle. “I think he kinda likes the biohazard symbol,” said Santiago. "That makes two of us, Dylan," said Rick. "I'm glad to see you're so open-minded about taking our poz cocks bareback, even though we're not on meds." Either Dylan was exhausted or losing his voice, because he hardly made a whimper when he heard that. He just closed his eyes and quietly took my dick. A few moments later, as my pace quickened and my balls tightened, I leaned closer to Dylan. “I’m about to blow a fuckin’ load, boy. Where do you want it?” Now he was crying in earnest, still shaking his head back and forth, still making the occasional whimper. I turned to Rick. “I’m not sure, but I think he said he wants my cum in his hole.” “Yeah, that’s what I heard. Knock him up.” And then Santiago chimed in: “Fuck yeah, dude. Poz that sweet little butt.” At that, I felt Dylan’s hole clench. “His hole just squeezed around my cock. I think that means he’s consenting.” “Fuck yeah it does. Go for it,” Rick said. “Get this boy fuckin’ pregnant. Rape him full of the bug.” I turned back to Dylan. “That’s what you want, isn’t it? My unmedicated poz cum seeping into your bloodstream?” Dylan just closed his eyes and tried to say something. “I really wish I knew what you were telling me, boy. You must be begging for my toxic load in your sweet little hole. You wanna get loaded up, boy? I certainly hope so, ‘cuz I’m breeding you—I’m fuckin’ breeding you, bitch. Hear that, fag? Yeah? You like it? You hungry for some poz seed? That’s what I thought you said. YOU LOVE IT. Well, open wide, faggot, ‘cuz I’m pozzing your sweet neg hole right…fucking…now.” And just like that, I force-bred Dylan with a giant load of my poz cum. He was clearly in shock as I pulled my cock out of his hole—eyes glazed over, mouth wide open. Rick climbed onto the bed and immediately thrust his poz dick into our freshly bred boy, laughing when he saw the near-catatonic expression on Dylan’s face. “I think this kid is speechless with gratitude,” he said, slowly working his cock in and out of our new cumpig. “So let’s make him more grateful. Don’t we have a little something to brighten his day?” “Of course we do,” I replied, taking a few prepared rigs out of my bag. Then I leaned closer to Dylan. “Listen, boy: You want to take our raw dicks, don’t you? Well, this will make it easier for you to be our poz cumdump. But if we’re going to do this, I need you to sit very, very still, OK? Because otherwise you’ll just hurt yourself. Do you understand? That means no struggling, boy. Got it?” As I was saying that, Rick placed a blindfold over Dylan’s eyes, then a tourniquet on his arm, all while keeping his cock lodged deep in the boy’s hole. Then he spoke to Dylan. “We need you to nod for us, boy. Let us know that you understand. You need to be still. Perfectly still. Got it?” A pause, followed by a slow nod from Dylan. “Good boy,” I said. “Now, you’re going to feel a little pinprick in your arm. Again, do not move your arm. Just keep your arm still.” During this little speech, I was busy inserting Dylan’s rig in my arm, capturing some of my blood in the chamber. Then I lined up that same syringe with a vein in Dylan's forearm. “Such a good boy,” I assured him. “OK, here’s the pinch. Stay still.” I inserted the dirty needle in his vein, then pulled it back to mix his blood with mine. “You’re being very good, boy. Just stay like you are.” It only took a few more seconds to push the contents of that fat rig—including a fresh infusion of my poz blood—into the boy’s bloodstream, remove the needle, and release the tourniquet. There was a sharp intake of breath from Dylan. Then Rick moaned. “Dude,” he said. “I love fucking a boy’s hole when he gets slammed up, because his butt gets about 10 degrees warmer as soon as you administer that hit.” As Dylan began a violent coughing fit, Rick’s eyes rolled back and he groaned. “Fuckin’ A. His cunt is convulsing with every cough. I’m not gonna last long inside this boy.” As for Dylan, after a few moments of near-panic, he began to relax. His head tilted back, his mouth opened up. He let out a deep moan. As soon as Rick heard that sound emerge from Dylan, he started working the boy's hole—and with every thrust inside that furry slammed-up cunt, moan sounded a little more like a hungry growl. I leaned closer to Dylan. “OK, slampig. How do you feel about raw cock now?” He paused, then slowly shook his head a few times, just like before. Then another pause. And as Rick’s cock plunged its full length into his hungry butt, Dylan started slowly nodding. “Wait—is that a yes, boy? Are you trying to tell me that you want raw dick?” He nodded again, more vigorously this time. “Is that slam making you hungry, boy? Hungry to get pounded and bred and pozzed?” This time, the nod was almost violent. I could even hear him yelling “Yes” through the fabric. “OK, boy,” I continued, “If we let you speak again, are you going to accept what we’re giving you? Are you going to be a grateful and obedient fuckhole?” Another nod. “Well, here’s your test. When I take this fabric out of your mouth, the first thing I want to hear is ‘Please knock me up.’ Got it?” A nod. “Good boy. Now do it.” I started to remove the makeshift muzzle, and I could hear him saying the phrase through the muffled fabric already. Over and over he said it—“please knock me up,” “please knock me up.” In fact, for those first 30 minutes of speaking, with that giant slam still rushing through his bloodstream, “please knock me up” appeared to be the only thing he knew how to say. And that was just fine, because getting knocked up was the only thing he really needed to do that night. I laid down next to him and whispered in his ear. “So tell me the truth: you’ve always wanted to be a cumpig. Isn’t that right, boy?” “Yes,” he replied. “I wanted cum so bad. Raw dick. Uninhibited fucking. I’ve been so scared, but I’m not scared anymore.” “Good boy. You shouldn’t be scared. You should be proud. Proud to take raw dick, proud to be a true bottom—a bottom who surrenders everything to his top—and above all, proud to be free from the fear of getting pozzed. You remember those dudes fucking in the shower?” "Yeah. That was fuckin' hot." "Well, those are my friends. I set that whole thing up. I asked them to do that in front of you, because I knew it would activate your inner cumpig. I knew it would get you thinking about raw cock, about anonymous dick, about embracing the needs of that hungry fuckin' cunt of yours." I took off Dylan’s blindfold. His pupils were enormous, but his eyes shone with an odd combination of happiness and hunger. “Thank you,” he said to me. “Thank you for giving me what I needed, even before I knew that I needed it.” We fell into a deep kiss just as Rick’s body shuddered violently, his dick delivering pulse after pulse of poz cum inside this slammed-up boy’s hungry hole. Dylan let out another groan, whispered "Thank you so much, you fuckin' stud," and went back to making out with me. Finally I sat up, looking him deep in those jet-black pupils. “One more question, boy. After the three of us breed you, what are you gonna do?” He shot me a devilish little grin. “You mean…other than hunting for more loads?” “Good answer,” I said with a laugh. “And if you think you’re hungry now, you have no idea what’s coming. Because it won’t be long before we’ll slide another needle in your arm to get you even nastier and trashier, you twisted fuckin’ pig.” With that, Rick waved his cock over Dylan’s face, all slicked up with a heavy coating of fresh cum. And without saying another word—like any good pair of pigs—Dylan and I helped each other lick that poz dick clean. MORE TO COME…

PART 4 Coach Pitt slowly began pulling his cock out of my sloppy hole, and I whimpered. He smiled and kissed me again. “Don’t worry, sweet boy,” he said. “Your hole won’t be empty for long.” In fact, it wasn’t empty for more than five seconds. Coach Strickland pushed his fat dick into me right away, and I could feel the warmth and wetness of Coach Pitt’s seed getting worked even deeper inside my slammed-up hole. “Pitt and I met at a wrestling conference a few years back,” Strickland explained, sweat dripping down his forehead as he thrust his dick deep. “We’d both responded to a Craigslist ad posted by some college slut. This kid wanted neg tops to breed him, so I showed up to give the little fucker a surprise. Anyway, when Pitt shot his load inside this kid’s fuckhole, I caught Pitt’s eye and he winked at me. Flashed that devil-smile of his. That’s when I knew he was doing the exact same thing I was doing—stealth-pozzing the negboy. A few months later, he got me a job here at the high school, and we’ve been slowly converting our favorite wrestlers into poz chemsluts ever since.” His thrusts were faster now. His breath grew ragged. His eyes were solid black, staring me down as he grinned like a fucking demon. “And now,” he said, “You know what’s gonna happen?” “You’re gonna breed me. Please breed me, Coach.” “Fuck yeah, Lance. I’m gonna give you a big dose of my poz seed. You. Fucking. Slammed. Up. PIG.” His whole body shook as he pushed even deeper than before, and his stomach muscles flexed as his dick sprayed volleys of toxic jizz into my hungry fuckhole. By then, I could see that the playroom was getting crowded, and I recognized everyone: guys who’d graduated in the last year or two or three, most of them wrestling at the local university now. They were watching Strickland breed me, stroking their dicks, helping each other get slammed up, and staring me down with that same demonic intensity. Tom Goldsmith—last year’s captain, the guy from the homemade video I'd seen in Pitt's office—was the first to get his poz cock up in me, and by that point I was spreading my jockbutt and begging for his dirty cum. I took a load from every poz jockpig in the room. Then Coach Pitt unstrapped me from the harness, helped me down, and turned to address the roomful of guys. “I’m gonna take a few minutes alone with this boy,” he said. “You’re all welcome to stick around and pig out. Help yourself to more rigs over there on the desk if you want.” He walked me upstairs, leading me to his bedroom. He closed the door. Then he drew me close to him, pressed his chest against mine, and said: “I’m so proud of you, Lance.” He kissed me, a wet, hungry kiss, while his fingers slowly massaged my cummy hole. “I just wanted a few minutes alone with you. And you know what, pigboy?” “What?” “I think it might be time for another slam.” I nodded eagerly, and he smiled. “Good boy,” he said. He gestured for me to climb onto the bed. He positioned me on my back, spreading my legs. Then, keeping his eyes locked on mine, he pushed his cock into my sloppy cumhole. With his dick buried inside me, he proceeded with the slams. I watched in fascination as he wrapped a rubber strap around his arm, as the needle slid into his vein, as blood filled the syringe, and as he plunged the Tina into his bloodstream. He groaned, and his cock grew even harder in my fuckhole. Then his eyes took on an evil glint as he turned his attention to me. “Want some more Tina flowing through you, boy?” “Fuck yeah. Slam me up. Please.” “You got it, pig.” The needle was in my vein within seconds. Then he pushed down on the syringe and delivered the chemical payload I was craving. I coughed, but a little less this time. I felt the drug race to my brain, my heart, my dick. Then my hole began involuntarily milking the raw cock lodged deep within me. Coach laughed. “There you go, slampig,” he said. I kept milking him as he closed his eyes and began thrusting deep. Then he leaned in for another kiss. “I want you to be my boy,” he said. “You’re somethin’ else, Lance. You’re just a natural fuckin’ pig. And my cock belongs in this sweet boyhole.” He reached down to feel my own throbbing cock, which had remained hard all night. “And look at this, you hot little fucker,” he said. “This fat dick of yours? It’ll be perfect bait to get hot neg jockboys—boys just like you—into our sling.” He kissed me again. “You’re fucking perfect. So whaddaya say? Be my fuckin’ boy?” I flashed a giant smile as he barebacked my hole. “I feel so lucky,” I said. “I’ve jacked off so many times thinking about your cock—what it might look like, how it might feel in my hand. And now your giant raw dick is buried inside me. It’s unbelievable. And fuck yeah, I want to be yours.” “Mine?” “All yours.” With that, I felt his dick spasm inside me. Another intense kiss. Then he just looked at me, his cock still twitching as it continued to impregnate my wrecked boyhole. “Fuck, Lance,” he said. “I love shooting my poz cum in you.” Later, when we made our way back to the playroom, I did another slam and took another round of loads. That was incredibly hot, but it wasn’t my favorite part. My favorite part was this: being alone with Coach Pitt in his bedroom, feeling his powerful arms wrapped around me, my head nuzzling the hair on his muscular chest, while his dick slowly worked that second load of his poz cum into my knocked-up hole. And then hearing him whisper in my ear: “Mine.” THE END

yeah 100% right about asking first kind of kills it

After getting buzzed a rawhide, I was standing in front of that video store in Chelsea nyc. Blue something. saw some sexy dude who looked like he was down for a nasty fuck, took him too a nice dark street. fucked him raw and came. I was so horny that I was the top when i usually bottom lol.

Tonight I traveled to the tops' apartments - Got fucked by 5 guys in about 3 hours and got 4 loads... By the last two fucks there was a puddle of cum under where we fucked I had so much in my ass...