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It was bound to happen eventually. My private sex life finally crossed into my normal everyday life. From the outside the world saw me as a typical straight acting, skinny, furry, late twenties gay guy, they would never have suspected that I was such a slut. Until I applied for a job at the truck wash. I had seen the job posting online for a night cashier at the truck wash a few exits down from where I lived and had applied for it by sending my resume in an email. Unfortunately, just as I hit send and there was no way of retrieving my email I realized that I was sending my resume using my hookup email, takeloadsfromdads@yahoo.com. I tried in vain to press stop before the screen changed, but I just wasn’t fast enough. I tried everything I could think of to recall the email, but it was no good, it was out there. I imagined that some thick middle-aged human resource lady would take one look at the email and just delete it based on the email address. But what if she didn’t? I couldn’t reapply for fear that she would realize what it meant. If they contacted me I had already thought of a way to spin it into a freight meaning, I just had to think of what the acronym ‘dads’ might be. I let it go and kept applying for jobs the rest of the night. At some point I fell asleep at my desk and woke up around 11pm. There in my in-box was a response from the truck wash. My heart practically jumped out of my chest as I clicked to open the email. There was only one line of text, “If you really want the job, come down tonight before 4am. Craig” Now my heart was really racing. Had he noticed my email address? Deciding I needed the money more than my pride, I took a shower, then put on a pair of jeans, a pac-man t-shirt, socks and my leather boots. I would have put on underwear normally, but as I was tight for cash I didn’t want to spend money on laundry. I printed out a copy of my resume, put it in a folder and headed out. It was almost 12:30am when I got to the truck wash. It sat behind a truck stop next to the fuel island where the big rigs fill up. I parked my pickup and went to the window where the truckers pay for their washes. Behind the window was an older guy with tats, a grey fu manchu moustache, wearing a worn out Harley tank top. He didn’t smile or act like he gave a shit if anybody was at the window. He didn’t really even look up; he just knew somebody was standing at the window as he counted the one dollar bills in his drawer. “What.” “Hi, I’m looking for Craig.” He still didn’t look up. “Who are you.” “I’m Adam. I-I-I’m here about the job.” One eyebrow went up and he suddenly took an obvious interest in me. “Go around the left and knock on the door that says manager on it. Stay close to the wall in case the washer starts.” “Yes Sir. Thanks.” He grunted and I could feel his eyes on me as I walked away. I walked in between the machinery for the car wash and the brick wall that made up the structure. About half way down there was a door that said ‘manager’ on a well-worn plaque that was intended to be used in such damp conditions. I knocked and waited just as a rig started pulling into the bay. A man in his late forties with a little bit of a beer gut and a full beard just starting to go gray opened the door and motioned me into the office. To the left was a desk with a bunch of filing cabinets behind it and two non-descript office chairs facing it. In front of me was a couch that looked as though it had been there since the place opened in the early eighties. It was orange with wood accents and looked like it had never been cleaned. To the right was a two-way mirror that looked out onto the gruff man that had given me instructions and a door into his little area. I didn’t realize it until the glare of the fluorescent bulbs in the wash bay were on the other side of the door, but the office was pretty dark, most likely to make the two-way mirror more effective. “So you’re Adam. Here, sit down, let’s talk.” He pointed to one of the stationary chair facings his desk. “Thanks for getting me an interview so quickly.” He sat directly in front of me on the corner of his desk. He was wearing a cheap button-down shirt tucked into a pair of very old and worn jeans. There was a big worn spot over his left front pocket where his keys must have usually been. Due to how low I was and how high he was, my line of sight was pretty much at his crotch. I either had to strain my neck to look up at him or stare at the bulge in his jeans. “No problem. Have you done this type of work before?” At that point I started to relax and the situation went from hyper-sexual in my mind to just a normal interview. We chatted for about twenty minutes about my work history, all the time I kept glancing at his crotch. Every time I would look I would see something new. First I noticed that the thinness of the fabric allowed me to see the definition of his cock and balls. Then as a I kept answering questions and glancing I noticed the ridge around the head of his dick. As we talked and he adjusted himself I noticed he had a PA in the head of his cock. This got me so excited I had to cover my crotch with my folder to hid my semi-erection. “Well Adam, you certainly sound like what we are looking for. I just have one more question.” “Yes Sir.” “What’s that email address all about. Takeloadsfromdads?” I could feel myself get instantly hot and flushed. He just laughed a little, got up off the desk and locked the door that I had come through. I sat frozen in my chair as he moved behind me and sat on the couch with his legs spread wide. “Come here.” I got up with my folder still in front of my completely hard cock that was dribbling pre-cum in my pants and stood in front of where he was seated. He snatched the folder away from me. He felt my erection under my button-fly. “Looks like you could use some more room in there.” He yanked my well-worn jeans open and my six inch dick jutted out at him like a flagpole on a skyscraper. “Nice.” In an instant his hot mouth enveloped my dick. As he sucked my cock he pulled my jeans down, took off my boots, slipped my jeans off and put my boots back on me. His thick weathered fingers cupped my ass cheeks as he pulled me in and out of his mouth. Slowly and methodically his fingers inched towards my asshole until he was probing my ass up to his first knuckle. Feeling how tight my ass was he spun me around, bent me over and started deeply tonging me. He was so into eating my ass his drool was running down my taint and dripping off my tightening balls. His beard felt amazing against my hole! As he got my hole wetter and wetter he started getting one finger after the other into my ass until he had three fingers probing me. His rough knuckles were better than any anal beads that had ever been used on me. When he had my hole open and pliable he turned me around to face him. “Get on your knees and suck my cock.” “Yes Sir.” I lowered down onto my knees between his legs and undid his fly. He lifted his ass up, allowing me to pull his pants down. His thick uncut cock was only partially hard so the excess of his foreskin was loose and hanging from the end of his cock, held slightly open by the piercing through the head. His balls were huge and almost hairless. I pulled them out from between his legs, tongued them, rubbed them against my face and watched his cock get rock hard. “So you take loads from dads?” “Yes Sir.” “Where do you take them?” “That’s up to your Sir.” “Good boy. Get your feet up on this couch and stick that ass in my face.” I put a foot on the outside of either of his thighs as he grabbed my waist, pulling me towards his face and his tongue entered me. I was just able to bend over enough to play with his piercing and foreskin with my tongue. He guided my waist down until I could feel his thick cock and piercing pressing into my hole and then he let go of my waist. “Sit down on it.” I slowly felt the piercing and his cock push past my sphincter and gasped a little as my hole went past his thick mushroom head. “Come on whore, you can do better than that.” I tried getting more in, but it was so thick and my hole felt so stretched. Craig must have felt my resistance and was tired of waiting for me to get used to his pulsing cock entering me. Suddenly he grabbed my calves and pushed them out from under me, slamming my ass all the way down on his cock. I couldn’t help but scream from the intense pain. I could barely catch my breath. To take my mind off the pain in my ass Craig took both my nipples in his hands and twisted them hard. I screamed again and continued to try and get a footing or ahold of something that would let me lift off the enormous cock in my hole. “Stay still boy.” He grabbed my cock which was still hard and covered in pre-cum. “Looks like you like a little pain.” I don’t know if it was my internal programming or if I really did like it, but my answer was “Yes Sir.” He picked me up off the couch and tipped me over onto the dirty grey industrial carpet. My hands and feet were on the floor with my ass in the air. He leaned over, got the leather belt from his pants, looped it under my hips and fastened it behind me, effectively making a handle to use me with. With the feeling of spit hitting the juncture of his cock and my hole he started pounding away at my hole. The girth of his cock coupled with the minimal amount of lube that was drying up at every moment made me scream with every stroke. Every time he plowed into me and I screamed I could feel his cock swell with the pleasure of my pain. It wasn’t long before I could feel his warm seed flooding my ass and dripping out of my hole. He held me tight as his cock continued to pulse and push out the last remnants of his cum. He took his cock out of and yanked me around by my hair. “Clean off my cock.” Even in the dimly lit room I could see a slight hue of red from the damage he had inflicted on my hole. I could taste blood and cum as I sucked his cock clean. Once he was satisfied that his cock was clean, he pushed me back on to the floor. “Good boy.” I started to get up and was pushed down again. “You’re not done.” He put his pants and shoes back on and headed to the door that led out to the booth with the gruff cashier. “Stay.” “Yes Sir.” Craig went out to the cashier area and with very few words alerted the gruff man in the Harley tank top that something was waiting in the office. The man got up as Craig took his place behind the window. He walked in and found me on the floor. “Nice.” He patted his thigh like he was calling a dog. “Come here boy.” I crawled on my hands and knees over to where he stood. He patted me on the head with one hand while the fingers on the other hand probed my ass full of Craig’s cum. “Craig opened you up good.” He wiped his cummy fingers in my hair and on my face. “Undo pants and get my cock hard.” I unbuttoned his fly and pulled his cock and balls out. It only took a few strokes of my tongue and his cock was hard, resembling a long beer can. He pulled my mouth off his cock. “Go on boy, get up on the couch and stick that ass out.” “Yes Sir.” I got up on the couch with my knees on the cushions and my arms against the back. He slapped my ass hard. “Put your feet on the couch.” I put my feet on the cushions, but I apparently still wasn’t in the desired position. He grabbed my balls with one hand and lifted me up while pushing my feet to the deepest part of the couch, making my ass stick way out and keeping me off balance. Without any warning he shoved his beer can cock up my ass and fucked me hard and fast. I screamed for the first two minutes as he pummeled my ass. Once I got used to his pace I started to enjoy and want his cock in me, but all to soon I felt his cock explode in my ass. Once he had pounded his last drop of cum in me he took his cock out, wiped it off with my t-shirt and headed back to his position in the booth as he buttoned he cock back into his pants. Craig came back into the sad little office as I tried to catch my breath. He fingered my hole, feeling the huge amount of cum in me. “Damn, Danny really filled your ass up.” “Yes Sir.” He kept playing with my hole and rubbing his cock. Before long I was hearing the sound of the fly of his jeans being pulled apart and then feeling his cock stab into my worn hole. He fucked me fast and quick. It only took a few minutes before I felt more cum being left in my ass. As before he had me clean off his cock before putting it back in his pants. Craig threw my cum covered shirt and my pants at me. “Get dressed.” “Yes Sir.” Once I was dressed I stood in front of his desk. “Did I get the job?” He looked up from his computer and smiled. “Come back tonight for your second round of interviews.” “Yes Sir.” With that I exited his office, got back in my pick up and drove home. All the way I kept thinking how hot it was going to be to squeeze the three loads out of my ass and use it to jack off and finally blow the load that had been building up through three fuckings.

I knew what I was getting into. I’d heard of Lawyer John’s notorious parties through the grapevine for years. My friend Con, who was a filthy gossip, pointed him out to me a few times in the nightclubs of Belfast. Lawyer John (our nickname for him) was pretty to miss though given his overall “too-hot-to-stay-in-Belfast” looks and physique. Lawyer John was a suave stunner in his mid-forties, with a gym fit body and expensive tousled “salt and pepper” haircut. He should have been modelling suits for Gucci or something, and not raising the bell-curve for us poor mortals who didn’t have any other option but to stay here in the North, drowning our sorrows as we were that night. Northern Ireland once again performed abysmally in rugby, getting trashed by the All Blacks earlier that day. Con’s favourite pastime, after a few jars, was nodding his head over at some poor trick in the club and divulging all his nasty secrets. Usually they involved Con, a quirky fetish and/or an STI. Con was an old-school gossip and would always start off in his thickest working class Belfast accent with the line “Didja ya see that wee lad there righ? Well…” At this point our posse would be leaning forward wondering what new tale of desperation or filth we were in for. With Lawyer John, Con would always drink deep from his Guinness, nod over at him and then launch into the following tale. “Did I tell ye lads about our friend Lawyer John over there. Mike (this was me) knows, but I’ll tell the rest of ye. Steer clear of that fucker. A right nasty piece of work they say lads. They say he hosts these parties y’see. Where all the A-gays of Belfast go and get gee-eyed out of it on G and E and coke and whatever else you’d be having. No condoms, no fucking sense, and a few prossies hired up from London or wherever. He works over in the courts too, so he should know better. Anyways, the parties always get really fuckin wild, and to hear tell of it, at one of the last ones there was a lad who overdosed. Some fucker up from Fermanagh, still wet behind the ears and looking for his bit of freedom from his mammy and the farm, thought he’d try his hand at hooking. Anyways as the story goes, the lad reacted badly with the cocktail of drugs he was on and it wasn’t till after the party that they realised he was unconscious and had been for about a day or two. It was then that they dropped him outside the Pipeworks sauna and called the police. Kid nearly died. Seemingly was left with some nasty nerve damage too. And that kid…” and Con leaned in here, building suspense, “is none other than Ugly Eoghan!” I’d heard it before so chuckled to watch the looks of incomprehension on our mates as they tried to fit the pieces together. Lawyer John was some jet-setting executive who probably had a sea of hot accountants who wanted him to write off their “bad debts”. Meanwhile Ugly Eoghan was the odd drunk that’d turn up outside the Kremlin as the crowd turned out in the early morning, trying to chat up the very, very drunk twinks outside. He worked the “going-home” crowd, cause he’d been barred from every gay establishment between here and Dublin. He was only in his early thirties, but had such a way with him that he looked at least ten years older and while there was nothing necessarily disfigured about him, he had a constant stoop, squinted eyes and a perpetually sneering mouth, so you couldn’t help but be repulsed by him. To think that this gay “character” had been created by the beautiful and sophisticated Lawyer John was a good yarn, but none of us really believed it. Sensing our disbelief, Con urged us “it’s true honest! Ugly Eoghan’s life wasn’t always the car-crash you see outside the chipper on a Saturday pawing at the twinks. But seemingly Lawyer John has high connections, and got the whole thing hushed up. The police, the other party-goers, even the sauna staff, everyone was hushed up”. We nodded as Con knocked back the rest of his Guinness and looked to see who was getting the next round in. He always got a bit conspiracy-ish after a few, talking one minute about chem-trails, and the next about how the fluoride pumped in Irish water was to keep people passive. A nudge knocked me out of my reverie. It was my round. I waited at the bar for the hot new barman Sven to get my drinks. Seemingly he had to learn how to replace a keg or something, but you’d forgive a white blond Nordic god a lot for a flash of his dopey smile, so I pulled out my phone and checked my apps. Grindr and Scruff were disappointing as usual, though my profile didn’t invite a lot of comment – it was just a torso like all the rest of them – showing off my six-pack from two years ago, which had since gone into a small hibernation. Not that most tricks minded. None of them looked quite like their photos either, and as long as I wasn’t, well, ugly Eoghan, and I shoved all nine inches of my cock into them, I heard no complaints. The only messages I had was from this hot nurse Gavin who I always had a great back and forth with, but who always chickened out of all the dates I suggested, to the point where I gave up trying. Sometimes I was in the mood to flirt with him, knowing it’d have no effect, but not today. Sensing someone pushing past me for a newly opened gap at the bar, I moved to let the guy settle in beside me. I did a very subtle double-take when I realised it was the devil himself – Lawyer John. He didn’t even notice me. He still had his head turned, taking drink orders off of some tall muscle-bound blond who’d be perfect as an extra in any World War 2 film, yellow blonde where Sven was white. I took the time to properly study the Lawyer-man up close. God, he was gorgeous. He’s one of those guys who looks so much better as a 40 year old than he ever would have as a 20 year old. His tailored shirt opening to show a defined lean body and sculpted lines across his collarbones, up his neck and in his deep dimples as he laughed at something the Aryan giant said. I waited for the polite “eye-contact” nod that in Ireland passed for “thank you for giving me space at the bar”, but the lawyer studiously turned forward and blanked me. Pfft. Whatever. I guess if you don’t look like you breathe the same rarefied air as these little gods, you may as well be invisible. I then heard the distinctive message tones from Gay-Romeo beside me. I looked over, and sure enough, Lawyer John had his phone out too. I guess little gods need a bit of help looking for love too. I noticed he was mostly scanning an app with a black and orange design. I leaned over a little further. It was called “BBRT” or something like that. I then heard the Sven clear his throat “Ah Mike, jour drrinks” “oh right, cheers Sven!” A few drinks more with the lads at the pub, then at Con’s house and eventually we’re all calling it a night. It’s proper late, by the time I’m back in my flat near the university, like 6am. I clumsily broke the laptop out and looked up this BBRT website. Bareback Real Time Sex, it said. I gulped a little. I’ve not usually been one for bareback – topping’s the same to me if I top protected or not, so I always chose the former. Up until this point I’d never successfully bottomed, with or without a condom, so I saw no attraction in barebacking. However, Lawyer John was on it, and who knew, maybe he was only a click or two away. I could beat off to some pics of him, no harm, no foul. I read through the usual preamble with starting an account, and then once I’d verified my email and put up the bare skeleton of a profile (Newry9inch), I got to seeing who was online in Belfast. This was a very different pool to the Grindr/Scruff guys. There were a few kinky bastards who revelled in anything pain related, a few kids that had the title Bug-Chaser in their profile and then me by the looks of it. Noone else was online. I went back to filling out my profile, deciding to put up a cock pic as my main profile pic (it wasn’t as if I was looking for friends or gym buddies on this site). Then after a bit more thought I added a headless nude shot and an over-the-shoulder arse pic. “Fuck it!” I thought and headed to the bathroom. When I got back, I was in luck. My inbox had three more messages from three different guys – not just the welcome bot. The first was a proper daddy type who wanted to spank my ass for being up so late. I chuckled, and politely declined. The next was from a blank profile online asking “u into scat?” I once again replied “cheers, but definitely not my thing. All the best”, cause I may be many things, but I always answer people, so there’s no ambiguity. I’m a motherfucking gentleman! The last was interesting. It was another blank profile “northernlights”, this time asking “u into pnp?” Now I won’t lie. I love me a bit of rolling with molly or speed-pumped sex, so this had my slut-senses tingling – could this be Lawyer John? I answered “could be. Why?” And waited… About half a minute later I get a reply. “We’re looking to score” and a link to a webpage within BBRT. I clicked through the link and it directed me to an expired party page from earlier that night– some sort of group page that BBRT did for people arranging group meets – wow BBRT really knew their audience! This page had the description “Party – Titanic Quarter for titanic men”. I snorted at that. The blurb below was written as if a size queen on meth – detailing all the types of men who could apply (a very select few) and all the guys who couldn’t. To be honest the description was a turn-off. One of those impossibly high standard parties that I wouldn’t dream of trying for after a few rejections earlier on in life. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I feel pretty hot – I rock the slightly rough/scruffy, three-day stubbled scally lad look, but I would never fit in with the built Abercrombie and Fitch crowd. My body was lean and I was an in-shape lad especially for my job (a journalist for a less than reputable paper… ok so, a tabloid journalist – it paid the bills) but I’d never have this party’s required “defined muscles” or “less than 5% body fat” (I kid you not – that’s what they wrote). The rest of post summed up that a group party had been organised (about 6 hours earlier) for the A-gays of Belfast. Good-fucking luck to ‘em I thought! I saw my inbox had another message and clicked it. Northernlights again. “u know any dealers?” I chuckled and then remembered something. Looking to my chest of drawers in the middle of the room, I pulled out my sock drawer and fumbled at the back. I pulled out my old metal tea-box that had my weed and the makings of my joints in, a few pills, and also… at the bottom… …Eureka!.. I found the bag of MDMA that my mate’s sister’s boyfriend’s friend left behind at a houseparty a year back. The lad went mental looking for it afterwards, but cause he was a dick I didn’t call him up a week later when I found it behind the coal bucket. It was about 10-15g of product, but I’d tried it, and maybe cause it’d be been left out somewhere humid, or maybe cause it was it was just a shit supply, but it did nothing for me. But there was enough here for a trade. Maybe I’d get some money for it finally? I messaged back. “None that are awake right now. My usual guy’s disappeared too. I’ve a bit of my own supply - MDMA here (10-15g), dunno how good it is, if you’re desperate? J” (Was the smiley too much?) Northernlights was quick to reply “Yeah would be up for that - could buy it – where u? Could send taxi round? We’re in X” Obviously I’m not gonna reveal where exactly the guy was – but it was a very swanky part of town. Northernlights sent me on details of the place and then signed off – “…Thanks lad. See you soon” No name. But honestly considering we’d just agreed to perform a crime online I could understand that. Nice one! I was gonna finally sell off my old stash and at least see what the inside of one of these exclusive parties looked like. The taxi came round 15 minutes later. I was barely out of the shower and into my cleaner pair of going-out trackies when I heard my phone go off. I grabbed my whole stash box and all the way there I was full of nervous jitters. I kept thinking I was going to end up at some weird “eyes-wide-shut” masked party. The apartment building was one of the very modern ones that went up as part of the Titanic quarter’s refurbishment after the peace agreement. I remember seeing it being built and even then thinking I’d never be able to afford living in a posh place like this. I rang the apartment bell. Elocution lessons answered; “Yars?” “Um, this is ahem, Newry….” “Oh roight! Yars yars, push the door when it buzzes” I made my way up. On the way up I kept formulating and reformulating the plan. See how much they were willing to pay to keep their party going. Get a good look around to see how to super-hot live and try to see a few fucking, to fill the wank-bank. Get them to order me another taxi. Would they stretch to a pizza too? Oh, but how to make sure this wasn’t an elaborate police op? Wasn’t that entrapment? Did that law even apply in Belfast? Better make sure to get them to do a line for free first. I got to the door. I rapped gently on it. No answer. I was about to ring the bell when the door opened and there in a red and grey silk dressing gown stood Lawyer John. A-Gay of Belfast numero uno! “Newry9inches?” he said, smiling at me, showing those dimples. Those goddamn beautiful dimples! I nodded mutely and he waved me in. He muttered something about doing business upstairs in his room as I looked around the split-level apartment. There were bags and clothes on most of the chairs and couches in the main entrance hall-cum-living room. The floor plan was pretty open and segued from living room to foyer to kitchen (which was divided from the rest by an outjutting counter) all across the entire lower floor. There were some shadowy figures in the extremities of the kitchen and living room, but before I could better make them out, John beckoned me up his stairs (solid oak beams projecting from the wall, no banistair, very swanky!) I clambered up behind him, getting glimpses of his very tan, very developed gym-toned legs, to come out on a long corridor landing. Everything was ivory tones and expensive looking. There were about four doors off the corridor – two guest bedrooms, the main bedroom and main bathroom. As we went into the main bedroom I saw the entire outer wall was one plate window giving a fantastic view back over Belfast City. The bed was massive and recently used and there was an en-suite bathroom to the left. John sat down on the bed and looked expectantly me… “The MDMA?” “Oh right, yeah let me just get that out” and I walked over to the desk. He followed behind me as I lay the bag of white powder on the table. I saw the remains of some other lines of powder there and a credit card. I turned to him. “Um, don’t take this the wrong way, but cause I’m not used to, um, normally, ever doing this, and how do I know this isn’t some police sting?” He laughed a rich baritone laugh at that and said something about the differences in UK and American law, and that he’d asked me to bring over with me to sell, which indeed would be a form of entrapment. He then smiled and said, “but if it makes you feel better, I can do a line in front of you now?” I nodded, and he took the bag from me and poured some out. Crushing it with his credit card he asked me to roll up a twenty-pound note as he scraped together four short lines. When he pulled back he waved me forward to do the first two lines – oh right – I weirdly hadn’t expected to be doing the MDMA in front of him, but fuck it. I ducked down, snorted them up and passed the twenty. Squeezing and pinching my nose I looked over as he rose from his lines. “So do you wanna sit down for a bit, to see if it kicks in?” I asked. He nodded toward the bed, snuffling back all the powder. I sat down on the edge, he sat beside me. “I think I saw you out earlier” I mentioned. He nodded. “Mike here by the way” “Simon here” he replied, extending his hand for a handshake and smiling. I started to feel something in the back of my brain, but I was never great with MDMA. “I think I’m feeling it” I mentioned, “but it’s always a bit odd for me, how about you?” I asked. He was raising his half-shut eyes and muttering to himself… Yeah he was definitely feeling something. “Oh yars Mark” “uh it’s Mike” “Sorry Mike. Yah I’m feeling it – that is …some good stuff you have”. He looked at me. His eyes were massively dilated. We said in unison “wow your eyes…” and trailed off and chuckled. I looked at this guy who only hours before had seemed a part of the frosty impenetrable A-gay elite rubbish of Belfast, and yet here we were now, bonding. It was beautiful. I felt Simon and I were having a special time outside of time and that I could suddenly confide totally in him. “You should laugh more dude, your dimples are gorgeous” He smiled at this, and replied, “you’re pretty cute yourself dealer-man” I got a cheeky thought “what else can you do to prove you’re not a police officer?” His deep chuckle was adorable. “Well what would you like me to…” We got cut off by a knock on the door, the en-suite door. “Hey Si, are you still with that dealer guy?” The door opened and a tall pale guy with jet black hair stepped in. He was wearing a towel around his waist and had obviously come from the shower. His body definitely fit into the 5% body fat category. I think I could have seen him on a Men’s Health magazine or something – he had a familiar look about him. Every random Latin-named muscle was on display and some new ones too I think. “This him?” he asked Simon. “Yeah, this mmmmm here is…. Mark..no Mike! This is Iain” Iain smiled and extended his hand to me. “Not named after the Reverend I assure you.” I laughed and still felt very odd to be shaking everyone’s hand at a sex party. He then turned to look back at the desk. His back was just pure sculpture. I looked over to see Simon/Lawyer John smirking at me, catching me ogling the beefcake mere metres away from me. I giggled and nudged him. Yeah ok maybe the MDMA was having an effect. I’d missed Iain’s request “What now?” Iain repeated himself “Is it ok if I sample a line or two” “Be my guest,” I sorta slurred out. Iain bent over the desk to crush out a line’s worth. I was looking at Simon. He had mischief in his eyes. “Iain” Simon called, “I need to prove something to Mike here” and reached over to his towel-covered ass. Tugging on the towel as Iain crushed his line, Simon succeeded on pulling the towel off, revealing Iain’s pale magnificent ass. Iain barely reacted, engrossed in his task. The twin globes were just that right blend of smooth and bubble-butt, spreading down into two tree trunks of thighs. A real rugby player physique! Oh shit, now I knew where I’d seen Iain before. He’s Iain the rugby player! The gay rugby player Iain Hawkins! He was the prop-forward for the Northern Irish team who’d recently come out and had all his family support him in the papers, and his… boyfriend! I watched him earlier today get trounced by the fuckin Kiwis! My tabloid journalist was itching at the size of the scoop I had in front of me. Belfast A-Gay number 2, Iain Hawkins prop-forward for Northern Ireland, showing me his incredibly fuckable ass, while doing Class A drugs. Another part of me took over as I refocused on that ass. “Mike” Simon called back to me, “I’m gonna do something I’m pretty sure no undercover cop would do” and with that licked a finger and started to pull Iain’s ass-cheeks apart. Then exposing Iain’s pink rosy hole, he guided the lubed finger into Iain’s hole. Working it in quite quickly I figured Iain had already been fucked this night. Simon replaced his finger with his tongue as he got up properly to rim his friend. I heard Iain groan in appreciation and follow it with one quick snort. I was rubbing my cock through my grey tracksuit bottoms. Simon winked at me and looked to my growing bulge. “Looks like your username wasn’t lying” I smirked and coyly asked “do you want to check for yourself?” as I stood up, raising my crotch to his head height. He used his free hand to snag my tracksuit bottoms down exposing my navy blue jockstrap and jutting nine-incher. Simon mouthed a “wow”, as most guys do. It’s not just nine or nine and a half inches, it’s also quite a thick girthy cock which often a lot of bottoms can’t work with – they think they can, but their eyes are too big for their asshole. Simon got to work, pushing the jockstrap pouch to the side and freeing my monster. As he started lapping on the underedge of my cock, I reached over and started rubbing Iain’s ass cheeks. Iain took another snort and wriggled his ass in appreciation, or at least that what I took his ass-wriggle for. Unopposed I moved both my hands to cup Iain’s ass, kneading and massaging, rearranging our trio so that I could bend over to rim Iain while still giving Simon clear access to my cock. Iain’s hole tasted beautiful. You could tell that the cunt has been used, I could even detect some cum that hadn’t been fully washed away. Damn right I’ll admit I look for a good sloppy-seconds ass when I’m whoring myself round. I steer the fuck away from virgins and twinks. Fucking a cum-dump’s ass where it’s cold and virginal on the outside, but hot and juicy at the core… mmm my version of heaven. After a few minute of rimming and sucking – Simon sure loved sucking my cock and I was feeling a little more adventurous. I was alternating my tongue and my two left fingers, playing Iain’s ass like a fiddle. Iain pushed his juicy orbs again back at us, Simon pulled off of me to come beside me and watch as Iain started twitching his ass. I kept a grip on his ass shoving my left thumb inside him. Simon grabbed and turned my cheek and we stared intensely into eachother’s eyes. Simon took a step closer and asked, “would a policeman do this?” and grabbed the back of my head pulling me in to a full-on kiss. Our tongues were running against eachother, his spit, my spit. As I kissed him passionately back I felt his robe fall open and felt my cock bounce and joust with his thick 7 incher. Every bit of his body was tan, including his cock. I ran my right hand up and down his defined body, running over each muscular ridge – I kept asking myself, was this really happening? I looked down to pinch myself and could see a pearl of precum had started to drip off of his hooded shaft. I started to bend my knees to lick up every drop from his precum-dripping cock – I love a dripper! However Simon held me back and wiped his steady precum flow onto my own spit slicked member. After milking himself this way for a bit, he grunted up at Iain, “look back for a second Iain” Iain, minor sports celebrity, minor gay celebrity for the UK had recently done a fashion-spread for GQ magazine with his boyfriend. Yet right then he was currently sporting just a white powder moustache and a smile. He looked back over his shoulder at my proud nine-incher slick with Simon’s juices, as Simon tapped my cock against his twitching hole. “Oh yeah Mikey, shove that gorgeous stick into me” All thoughts of his boyfriend evaporated, all my thoughts of safety evaporated, I needed those ass-pussy lips on my poor naked cock and I needed it now! Ok yeah, the MDMA was definitely working at this point. I didn’t wait for a second request and shoved my tool deep in that slut’s hole. And what a fucking hole, it was a prime hole – medium rare/pink on the outside, juicy yet well done on the inside. I was a bit worried Simon’s precum wasn’t enough lube, but Iain already had a least two loads in him giving my cock the lovely cream covering as I churned that gut-butter up. I gave that rugby player a fucking penalty, conversion and a try. In fact I lost myself so much in pounding that perfect white arse's hole I didn’t notice Simon was gone. He had gone around to salvage the MDMA. It seemed I ploughed Iain a bit too heavily and now the prop forward had it all over him looking like some Japanese Geisha or some shit. “Oh shit dude, you’re gonna get so fucking high” I laughed, but I didn’t stop pounding him.

Part 3 As we drove I reached over and pulled his underwear down, exposing his still hard cock. I admit I was impressed he didn't have Tina dick, at least not yet. I looked at his nakedness in the bright light. He was completely smooth except for his pubes. His face was flushed from the drugs, but it too was baby smooth, making him look younger than 18. He still had some baby fat on him which made me smile. He wouldn't have that too much longer after I turned him into my personal Tina slut. "Play with yourself," I ordered him. "I wanna watch you, but don't cum!" He obediently stroked his little dick, oblivious to the vehicles around us that could see him. I liked how obedient he was! This boy was a prize! In about 20 minutes we pulled into the driveway of his house, a big one that even had pillars in front. It made me think of a plantation house in the south, and I laughed to myself thinking that this time, I was the master! I pulled the Escalade into the garage and we went into the house. Yea these people had money. There was even a pool in the back, with a high privacy fence all around it. Perfect. I noticed a very well stocked bar and helped myself to some very nice scotch. "So why didn't you go on vacation with your family?" I asked. "Fuck them!" He said, flopping on the couch. "They don't give a shit about me. They were happy to leave me behind. Mom's a drunk, and dad's a lawyer. I'm just in the way." Awww, a poor little rich white boy with family issues. Fuckin putty in my hands! "Don't worry baby boy," I said, laying my body on top of his, "Jesse's gonna take care of you." I started kissing him again and he sucked my tongue into his mouth like a hungry pig. My little pig. I took out my pipe and a baggie and loaded a big load. I gave Blake the pipe and told him to hit it. He eagerly sucked in a big hit, exhaling a large, white cloud. "Again." I told him. He hit it two more times before I took it away. "You like that, don't you?" I asked. "Mmmmmm yea." "I got something else you'll like even more." "What's that?" he asked eagerly. "Lets go upstairs and I'll show you." We went up and I found his parents bedroom. I guided him in and pushed him on their bed. He didn't even object. I pulled off my shirt and pulled down my jeans, freeing my semi hard cock. Blake's eyes got real big as he looked at my monster. What really caught his eye was my big P.A. "You ever see one of those?" I asked. He just shook his head no. "They feel extra good." I lied, knowing it was going to tear his sweet hole to shreds. But I was about to get him so fucked up he would be begging for the sweet torture he was about to get. I took my little case out of my pants and pulled out a rubber tube and wrapped it around his arm. "What's that for?" he asked. "Shhhh." I said placing a finger on his lips. "This is the extra special treat. Just trust me." He didn't say another word as I swabbed his arm, he just watched my dick get bigger. Fucking up white boy's made my dick hard. As I stuck the needle into his vein, my cock reached full hardness. I slowly pushed the plunger as my full, fat 11 inches throbbed, ready to forever change Blake's life. I pulled out the needle and released the band. Blake fell back on the bed coughing and I moved like a lion attacking. I grabbed his legs and pushed them back, and before he could comprehend what was happening, I slammed my big, black monster into his cum filled hole, forcing all 11, fat inches into him, balls deep in one thrust. Blake howeled as he was ripped open like never before, and I didn't give the kid a chance to adjust before I was pounding him mercilessly. Over and over I slammed him as hard and deep as I could, digging my P.A. into his guts. Frothy pink cum oozed out of his hole as I shredded his insides, making him forever my bitch. Soon he was moaning instead of screaming as I deep dicked his ruined hole. His head rolled from side to side as he babbled incoherently. "Fuck yea you stupid punk!" I yelled at him as I raped him. "You fuckin take that nigger cock! You're my fuckin whore now! I'll fuckin use you and sell your cunt! You fucking worthless piece of shit! Stupid fuckin white kid pickin up niggahs! Yous a niggah whore now faggot! Say goodbye to your old life!" I kept up the verbal asault as I broke him, physically and mentally. I called him every filthy name I could think of as I told him his new position in life. Soon I was ready to fill him with my seed. "Here you go slut! Take my fuckin load! You fucking niggah cumdump!" I yelled as I pumped my cum into his ripped insides. "This is what you are now bitch. I own you! You gonna make me some money!" I pulled my spent cock out of his bloody cunt as he softly cried to himself. "Shut up bitch and clean off your Masters cock, you worthless pig!" He opened his mouth and took my messy cock into it, cleaning off the mess like a good bitch. When he was done I grabbed my phone and started making some calls.

4. Time seemed to draw on forever, my hole clenched the spasms shocked through my cock, I twitched moaned and drooled as my ass was worked out and sweat dripped from my body. Finally I heard footsteps coming back down the stairs. It was Doc thank god and he was talking on a cell phone “Yup just coming back to him now here see for yourself” He pointed the phone at me and there was Daddy on a vid chat window looking down at my shaved body as I panted and groaned. Watching the precum steadily drip on my now completely coated waist. “He is looking good and seems to be enjoying it. Give him some water and feel free to move on to the next step” “Will do” replied Doc and he hung up the phone. With that he came over and the spasms stopped, the butt plug was gently removed from my hole. A moan escaped my lips that even to me sounded plaintive. My hole felt empty and hungry and the Doc looked down with a glint of longing in his eyes. His cock was rock hard and he began to slide it in my hole. Sighing with pleasure as he sank his whole length deep into me. My body arched and I threw me head back, welcoming the filling of my hole and making me feel complete. His thrust become hard and harder. He grabbed a small brown bottle from the cart next to the table unscrewed it and brought it up to his nose breathing deep. He brought the bottle eot my left nostril and stared at me, a slight nod of his head and I started to inhale, 3 times he had me inhale before he switched to the right. My head began to swim, my body felt hot. My heart was beating in my ears and my ass wanted more. “I knew you would like those cum dump” My moaning and grunting was getting obscene, a steady litany of asking him to fuck me hard and breed me was spewing from my mouth. With a final grunt and thrust deep again into my hole buried deep I felt his warm toxic cum again coat my hole. His body shudder with each spasm and I could feel the spurts hitting me little fingers of warmth and wet smoothing out each thrust. “Mmmmmm fuck that is one hot hole, glad I can help in knocking you up Boy, but my turn is over and now you are onto the next” With that he unstrapped me from the table and handed me a sports drink and water. “Drink those up , don’t want you to get dehydrated” I gulped the offered drink thankful for each sip. I was then helped to my feet, slightly unsteady and still dizzy Doc lead me back to the showers where we washed up. “Here let me help you get really clean before I pass you on” Doc then bent me over and grabbed a thin hose that was connected to the shower; he then stuck the tube in my ass and proceeded to flush me out 10 times until the water was clear. I fell clean and empty and slightly embarrassed about the whole ordeal but what I wanted wasn’t really a consideration at this point and I just accepted it. “Pity to waste all that poz cum but if I give you to the Barber dirty m with his proclivities I would never hear the end of it” chuckled the Doc. He then had me dress in a rubber jock strap and harness, gifts from your Daddy he said, before attaching the lead to my collar again and bringing me back upstairs. Sitting at the kitchen table was a bear of a man. Huge well-groomed bearded man wearing only a leather vest chaps and boots. “Is this the project, nice to meet ya Boy, I will be your Barber “ extending his huge hand he shook mine like we wear at a business conference, grabbed the lead and lead me out the door and on to the next cabin. I had no idea what would happen to me next , and since I still had not cum yet I really didn’t care I just new I would do as I was told so I could make Daddy proud.

My rules of sexual etiquette for hooking up 1) Take rejection with good grace. If a guy is not into you, no matter how perfect he is for you, it ain't gonna happen. My practice is to block men who turn me down due to lack of interest on their part. It keeps me from bothering them in the future. 2) If a man shows interest but demurs due to commitments or not being prepared or whatever, take it at face value and with good grace. Always assume honesty. Corollary to one and two: When declining, always respond and always be honest about why you are declining. If you're not attracted, say so (nicely). Don't just ignore a message, and don't string him along. 3) Be honest in your responses. Keep your profiles up to date, with reasonably recent pictures. Especially do not lie about drug usage or HIV status (leaving those blank in a profile is OK, but if asked about them, respond honestly) Be up front about condom usage, PrEP and barebacking. 4) Have profile pictures. At a minimum, show your face and body. They can be private if you like, but have them to share. 5) Do not post a quick hook up ad unless you are ready to go right now. 6) Once you lock in a hookup (i.e. there have been an address and phone numbers exchanged) then no more cruising. Even while you're waiting for him to arrive. Take down any hookup ads and log out of hookup sites. If you're traveling, don't dilly-dally around, but get what you need and get on the road. From the moment you commit to a hookup to when you have sex, your focus should be on that one scene, not finding others. 6a) If you've been working a few guys in parallel and two or more pan out at the same time, let them know what has happened and offer to get together later. I guarantee you, if he is a real pig, he's going to understand. I always appreciate it when guys are up front with me instead of simply disappearing when things seemed to be going well. 7) Be understanding when scenes don't play out exactly as you had envisioned them. Sometimes this is a good thing! Go with the flow. 7a) If you are a top, understand that sometimes, shit happens, despite the bottom's best efforts. Be understanding. and be as open as you can to continuing the scene in other ways. 7b) If you are a bottom, understand that sometimes, no matter how hot things are, the top simply won't be able to get it up, or cum, or whatever. Be understanding, and be as open as you can to continuing the scene in other ways. Hint: pressuring a guy to get hard is a surefire way to keep it from ever happening. 8) In a three-way or group, try to pay attention to everyone involved over the course of the scene. 9) You are not the focus of everyone's attention in a group scene (unless the group has explicitly been set up for that purpose). Don't hog the sling. 10) Cultivate versatility. Especially if you're a bottom. You'll see a hell of a lot more action if you're willing to top now and then. 11) In a public sex scene, feel free to approach and offer to join in, but remember, no means no. 12) When posting an ad, offer broad guidelines for what you're looking for (age ranges, body types, demeanor). Be descriptive about your own appearance and interests (Hint: calling yourself "hot" or "good looking" is totally meaningless; you and I probably have very different ideas of what we find attractive) Corollary: When responding to an ad, read it first. If you don't fall into the guidelines offered (e.g. he says he likes men 30-50 and you're 21, or he's looking to get fucked and you're a bottom) then don't respond. And don't get offended by someone's preferences. Even if they're racial. Gay guys are in no position to bitch out someone for whom he is attracted to. 13) No hard drugs unless it's really that kind of party. If in doubt, ask. Ask before using poppers, 420, drinking, smoking, etc. Some guys are allergic; many rentals ban indoor smoking. And don't overdo it. Guys who are sloppy drunk can't get it up and give shit blowjobs. Bottom line: we're all here looking for fun. Be respectful, be considerate, and be attentive to your partner(s) desires. Any others?

The lights came on at 3:00 A.M., just as the security started ushering the masses out of the club. Once out on the street, Luke looked for familiar faces of his friends and saw no one he knew. He was drunk and shirtless and sweaty. He checked his phone and saw the text message string saying all had left, some heading to after parties, some heading home. “Shit” he said to himself, not wanting to pay for a cab all by himself. When looked up from his phone, he noticed a man eye-fucking him from just a few feet away. He looked back down at his phone, suddenly feeling shy and drunk and happy, and when he looked up again, he briefly studied the stranger. The man was least 15 years older, maybe more, all muscles, tattoos, and piercings. He’d apparently just exited the leather bar next door and not the night club from which Luke emerged. The leather man was totally not Luke’s type, but Luke was drunk and horny, and needed a ride home, preferably without his gossipy gaggle of friends to judge any decision he made at this particular point. Pulling on his shirt, Luke glanced back down at his phone, trying to focus sufficiently to pull up the text messages from his friends, but as he did so, he noticed in his peripheral vision a pair black boots approaching. Looking up, Luke found the leather man was his side. “Hey. I’m Steve.” “Luke,” he replied as he automatically stuck out his hand. “Wanna come back to my place?” It was the most direct pickup line Luke had ever heard. “Yes," Luke replied, even before he could consider the alternatives. Twenty minutes and a cab ride later, Luke found himself walking through Steve’s massive loft wondering what he was getting himself into. From behind, Steve approached him and began caressing the 25 year old prize with his strong, knowing hands. Luke, it should be said, had a boy-next-door aura to him, and at 5’11, 170 pounds, he was muscular and lean. Inhibitions were flaring up as the alcohol buzz wore off a bit, and Luke wasn’t sure he was game for this tryst with an older guy. But that didn’t matter, as Steve was decidedly in control. Coming up behind Luke, Steve reached around Luke, unbuckled the younger man's trousers, pushed them to the floor, tweaked Luke's nipples and simultaneously grinding his his crotch against Luke’s supple ass. “I probably shouldn’t…” Luke whispered with a little resistance, until he felt the whiskered jawline making its way between his butt cheeks. He moaned in delight. “Fuuccckk” he said as Steve’s tongue penetrated his hole. Steve enjoyed making Luke melt, and as hot as the foreplay was, he knew it was only going to get better. Soon, he'd be leaving an indelible mark in Luke's cunt, marking it forever that he had been there. And indeed, Luke's cock was rock hard. If he had been asked, and had he been able to answer coherently, Luke would probably have asserted he had ever been so aroused as he was under Steve's expert attention. Luke was, in fact, dripping copious quantities of pre-cum, and that was before either Luke or Steve even touched Luke's cock. After a few minutes, holding Luke's body against his, Steve stood up and undid his belt and pants. They fell to the floor. Now, both men were half-dressed, with their shirts on and their pants/underwear on the floor below. Luke felt a massive dick pressed downward in his crack and felt Steve’s hairy legs against his. Luke was questioning the trajectory of the night. This was not a romantic encounter – this was him in a stranger's house with his pants on the floor about to get fucked. He’d never really had such a tryst, and it felt cheap and raunchy (albeit exhilarating and hot). Was he going to let it go forward? Did he even have a choice? Luke tried to turn around, figuring his exit plan would be a blow job and a kiss goodbye, but Steve knew his seed needed to be implanted in this twenty-something-god. He knew it from the moment he saw Luke. And Steve wasn’t going to let the power shift in this encounter, even if such would involve Luke’s perfect lips on his cock. So he just held Luke tighter with one arm and grabbed his cock. He glided the tip of his dick up and down Luke’s crack, lingering at his moist hole. “Fuck” Luke said, as the feeling of the Steve's dick against him was utterly overwhelming. Naturally his brain flirted through an array of concerns, but he finally settled on letting this happen. “Slut it up tonight” he said to himself, kind of proud at his decision. Steve positioned his dick against Luke’s hole and began to press forward. In response, Luke tensed-up in pain as the monstrous tool invaded his ass. Steve, however, knew how to get his way, and calmed Luke urging him “Relax, boy. Let go and take it.” Steve's deep, resonate voice did the trick, and Luke responded by doing his best to open up as Steve’s huge and veiny dick made its way deeper inside him. “Fuuuck” Luke moaned. He’d never taken such a big dick before, and his body was tearing to accept it. Ever patient, Steve slowly sunk in, pushing in a little and withdrawing a little, gradually getting deeper and deeper. He finally bottomed out, balls-deep in Luke's ass. As Steve reached full depth, he kissed Luke’s neck and announced “I’m all the way in." Luke smiled in satisfaction. “Hot. So fucking hot.” Luke was elated that the most painful part of the encounter was likely over and was ready for the pain to become lustful ecstasy. And the slut inside him was kind of proud for him taking a stranger's raw dick. Steve withdrew a little, and then pressed back into Luke’s ass. And again. And then he pulled almost all the way out and slammed back into him. Finally, Luke was there: Steve's monster dick had invaded his ass completely and was now thrusting in and out with less resistance and more pleasure. Steve meanwhile, had found his fuck rhythm, and was pounding Luke’s ass with tempo and determination. Both men were sweating through their shirts, and beads of sweat ran down their legs. Steve’s balls were smacking against Luke’s. A few more minutes of Steve ravaging Luke’s cunt passed, before Steve grunted into Luke’s ear “I’m close.” Luke whimpered. “Fuck yeah” and let out a few moans. “I’m gonna breed you," Steve announced. Luke loved this kind of dirty talk, so responded “Fucking breed me. Shoot your load in me,” flexing his ass muscles to work and milk Steve’s huge cock. Steve rammed his dick deep inside Luke and a spasm of pure physical pleasure erupted as Steve’s toxic load spurted into Luke’s torn interior, coating the young man's fuck chute, and exposing Luke to the wrath of Steve's prior exploits. With Steve’s raw dick still in him, fucking the big, virus-laden load ever deeper into his ass, Luke feverishly jerked his cock until he shot his thick load onto the carpeting. Afterwards each man pulled-up his pants, and exchanged numbers with the other. Luke also had to borrow cab money, and with that he headed home. **************************************************************** To be continued.

As a barebacking TOP, I insist on a bottom being properly and completely cleaned out. This is not negotiable. Therefore, I never insist on a bottom being ready on the spur of the moment. He needs time to be properly ready for my cock and my seed.

Jogged into the office this morning. Kept passing this hot fucker wearing tights with a very noticeable hardon. As we passed back and forth for a few blocks I also noticed a nice wetspot forming at the head of his cock. When we got to the lake, I thought I would take matters into my own hands and headed off to the restrooms. He took the bate and followed. I walked into the handicapped stall dropped my shorts to my knees and placed my hands against the wall above the toilet. A minute later, I felt a wet cock start to push in and sweat dripping on my back. Quick fuck but nice creamy load got deposited in my furtrap. I hope we pass each other tomorrow.

The man behind Luke held him close, with his spent, venomous dick still impaling the jock strap-clad god. His whiskered face nuzzled Luke’s neck and kissed him, as Luke’s cock drooled onto the floor. Luke relished the semen-soaked, semen-filled moment. “Fuck. I need more of this, guys. I need your dicks. I need your cum. I need your piss. Hell, I might even need your fists. This is fucking amazing, I don’t want to ever leave this goddam place,” Luke exclaimed with a smile, as if exhaling years of his pent-up sexual energy. Suddenly, the door to the restroom slammed open with a kick. Flashlights illuminated the dim, tiled room as a voice boomed “Police. Nobody move, and keep your hands where we can see them.” Panic set in among the men. The man behind Luke released Luke from his embrace and quickly backed his cock out of Luke’s abused hole. A glob of frothy cum escaped and ran down Luke’s leg. “OK, guys, fun’s over. Put on your clothes. You’re under arrest.” *********************************************************************** A few hours later, Luke told Billy “My parents are going to murder me,” as they sat among their sleazy cohorts, drunks, hookers and junkies in the crowded cell. He held back tears. “I’m also probably going to lose my job,” he added. “You need to chill the fuck out. You’re Steve’s property now anyway. His whore. You don’t need your parents or your job or any of the other bullshit you have. All you need is more dick in your ruined cunt. You and I are born to be whores; we're just doing our thing,” Billy smirked. A guard came in and called a few names, including Billy’s and Luke’s. “Bail’s been posted. You men are getting out.” “Thank god,” Luke remarked as they got up and walked out of the jail to find Steve standing on the sidewalk. "Nicely done, fellas," Steve remarked, greeted Billy and Luke with a grin. Luke hugged Steve and tried not to cry. ************************************************************************ The next morning, Luke awoke in Steve’s bed thirsty and with a sore throat. Laying there naked, he could feel dried cum crust all over his body: around his hole, down his legs, on his face, and in his hair. His ass was sore from the intense public restroom fuck session he’d endured hours earlier. He smelled of piss, sweat, and urine. Picking up his phone from the bedside table he found a text from his roommate: “You ok? Where are you?” Luke scratched down to the base of his soft shaft. He suddenly felt a familiar stinging sensation in his pubes. He knew the feeling immediately: crabs. “Shit,” he said to himself, recalling the one time in college he’d dealt with a case of the fuckers. “Yeah, I’m fine” Luke lied in his responsive text, “Met a trick last night after beers and stayed over. See you tonight.” His phone then vibrated with a text from Billy. “Warning: I’ve got a rash all over my cock right now dude and I’m pretty sure I just pissed fire, lol. Last night was fun. Loved watching that full blown guy dump a load in you, SLUT! ” The words weighed heavy on Luke. Luke thought to himself, “This is rock bottom.” Steve rolled over and spooned Luke from behind, his massive morning wood pressing against Luke’s ass, and asked “How you feeling, stud? “Shitty. Toxic, like I know I am. I’ve got fucking crabs. I can feel em. And Billy just texted me about STDs he’s got. What the fuck have I done?” Steve kissed Luke’s neck and started grinding his dick against Luke’s crusty body, cooing “Relax. It’s your nature now, baby. I planted my hot seed in you on Friday, and look how it’s grown. Quickly, I might add. My DNA has changed you. You need toxic cum now. You’ve gotten the taste for it and now you’re addicted.” Luke thought about Steve’s words and was torn. His mind told him this was ridiculous sex chat, but his body affirmed everything Steve said. Luke’s dick began to harden at the notion he needed STD-ridden loads, even as he pondered aloud “This is crazy. I’m throwing everything away, I’ve got a fucking record now… for what?” “My jizz. My loads. Forever,” Steve quietly answered, whispering to Luke as he kissed dry cum covered neck. “Be my whore. Quit your job. Move in with me. I’ll take care of you. Just be my whore forever.” Some of the energy he’d felt in that park restroom began to fill him again, bringing him back from the brink. Maybe he had found new life in Steve, but he nevertheless replied "I don’t know, I really don't. It's hot to think about and all, but unrealistically...." Steve cupped his hand over Luke’s mouth to quiet him, and aligned his dick against Luke’s cum-crusted hole, urging “Just take my dick now, and we’ll figure it out later,” as he pressed his cock into Luke's abused hole. Luke relished submitting control, worry and fear as Steve dominated him. He loved feeling Steve's massive dick enter his tender sex chute. He pressed back until he felt Steve's pubes against Luke's lower back, grunting "Oh fuck yeah," although his voice was somewhat muffled by Steve's palm over his lips. Steve pushed and pulled his long, fat cock slowly into and out of Luke’s bubble butt. After about five minutes of this restrained fucking, Steve announced “I’m gonna cum in your ass, Luke, mark you again. You are mine, and we are one, now and always.” Luke's eyes rolled back in ecstasy knowing he was taking Steve's load again. Steve's radioactive dick spurted volley after volley of hot, toxic semen deep into Luke's guts.

Part 5 The pickup truck drove through the city toward my next unknown destination. My young, sheltered mind could barely fathom what had already happened to me, let alone what lay in store. Mr. Jackson threw a pair of shorts to me and told me to put them on. It felt good to have my nakedness covered, even if only slightly. The truck eventually came to a halt and Mr. Jackson got out and opened the passenger door, pulling me out by my leash. He led me down the sidewalk and into an unmarked door. I could hear the thumping of dance music as he led me down a short hallway to another door with a man behind a counter protected with a glass window. Mr. Jackson slid some money through a gap, and we were buzzed in. Mr. Jackson led me down dark hallways where I caught glimpses of many naked men. Some of them felt me as we passed them on our way to a room. It was small, with only a twin bed and a chair. He pushed me onto the bed and sat down in the chair, pulling out his little case from his coat. "Do you know where you are boy?" he asked me. I just shook my head, honestly having no idea what kind of place I was really in. "This is a bath house. Men come here for sex. Tonight you are going to be a special treat for them. New sluts are always popular!" I didn't have to guess what he meant, even though I couldn't anticipate what I was really in store for. But my ass tingled at the thought of getting fucked again and my dick got hard. "I see that appeals to you!" Mr. Jackson laughed at my arousal. "Drink this." he instructed me, handing me a bottle. I was thirsty as fuck and started to guzzle it down. I had taken a couple big swigs before I realized it was a bottle of piss. I gagged a bit and Mr. Jackson just glared at me. "Drink it all boy! It's got a nice dose of G to really get you ready!" I finished it all and started to feel warm and relaxed. Then he brought out the rubber band and the syringe. I knew not to try to resist, and actually looked forward to another shot. "This will be your biggest one so far. Then you should be ready for anything." I held out my arm as he poked a vein and pushed the plunger. The now familiar rush hit me, and as soon as I stopped coughing he opened the door and led me out. I followed him in a haze down some corridors and into a room that had mirrrors everywhere and what looked like a weird swing hanging in the middle. Mr. Jackson lifted me up and placed me in it, raising my legs and buckling them in. Then he buckled down my arms and leaned into my ear. "Enjoy the next few hours Jesus boy. I know these men will!" With that the first of what would be dozens of cocks slid into my cunt. I moaned at the pleasure of being penetrated. All kinds of men fucked me over the next few hours. Old, young, fat, ugly, it didn't matter, they all used the available cumdump. I floated in a fog as my ass was bred over, and over, and over. At one point a guy planted his lips onto my anus while another guy pushed on my stomach, squeezing the contents of my bowels into his mouth. The man then put his mouth over mine and let a huge mouthful of cum drip into me and down my throat. Time stood still as I was reduced to nothing more than a hole to take cum. And I wanted it all. After many hours Mr. Jackson released my bonds and let me down. I collapsed into his arms, unable to stand. "Do you know how many men fucked you slut?" he asked me. I looked at him with glassy eyes and shook my head no. "I counted 27. 27 different cocks. 27 different loads. All from men you don't even know. You are officially a true cumdump now boy!" I just collapsed as he carried me back to our room and laid me on the bed. "I have one more for you slut." he said as he slid his big, black cock into my wet, sloppy cunt. It made squishy noises as he pounded my cum filled hole. I just wrapped my arms and legs around him as he gave me my last fuck of the night, pumping one last load into my stretched, loose hole. "Oh yea boy. I LOVE a nice juicy cunt. All those strangers loads up in you, making you so wet and slick. Your going to love your new life, whore." With that he shot one final load deep in my bowels.

This up date is he is running a fever and lets hope it’s the fuck flu.

Monday morning -- just hours after his fateful first weekend with Steve and Billy concluded -- Luke woke up in a pool of sweat. His sheets were wet and perspiration emanated from every pore of his muscular body. He had had a stressful night of sleep, tossing and turning, thinking about what had gone down in the past 72 hours: Raw sex with a muscle daddy, Steve, whose poz cum and piss he’d thereafter drank, followed by more bareback sex, and then even more raw sex, this time with a tatted-up bug chasing whore, Billy. He was anxious about the consequences of his actions. What would his friends think? What would happen to his body? What would become of him? Yet he was rock hard. His dick throbbed, not just with morning wood, but with the knowledge that he was now a carrier for Steve’s seed, Steve’s manhood. Luke began stroking his dick with his right hand as he thought about the changes his body was likely processing with each heartbeat. With his left hand he reached inside his side table and grabbed a dildo, which he spit upon and began working against and then into his tender hole. The rubber tool could have used a drop of lube to decrease the friction against his ass, but Luke pushed in anyway. Pounding his ass and jerking his dick, the sweaty jock closed his eyes and rode the wave of pleasure. His headboard knocked against the wall as he fucked himself. After minutes of self-attention, he pushed the dildo all the way inside him and pulsed it against his prostate while jerking his cock faster and harder. With the mental image of Steve’s big dick ripping him open again, a spray of still-neg jism shot up Luke’s sweaty chest. ************************************************************************ On Wednesday evening while grabbing celebratory drinks after a league soccer game, Luke got a text from Billy that read, “How’s my fellow cunt doing? Any family signs showing up yet – painful piss, blistered dick, discharge?” Luke adjusted his dick, which rested in a jock strap beneath his mesh shorts, and responded “All clear here…” This was one of those moments where the reality of his recent exploits was not striking a chord of delight with Luke. He enjoyed his pain-free, beautiful dick. It had always been popular with the boys. Why was he ruining it? He took a big gulp of his beer and resumed conversation with his friends at the bar. At 7:50 Luke felt his phone vibrate again. “Meet me at the men’s room at Alejandro Park at 8:30.” Luke knew the park: it was a solid 15 minute jog away. Initially Luke wasn't inclined to do so, and in fact he had decided to hold off on responding to Billy. While his mind might have been in the moment, his balls began to tingle with excitement: What would await him at that random public restroom? What would such an evening entail? Who would be there? Finally, his groin dictated his response. “See you there.” Luke made a lame excuse for leaving his friends at the bar and began jogging, if not running, toward the park, a wet precum stain forming on his jockstrap. ************************************************************************ Luke broke his stride and began walking when the small building that housed the bathrooms was in sight. Billy stood guard at the door to the men’s room. As Luke approached, Billy leaned in and kissed him deeply, massaging Luke’s dick over the shorts. “Damn, faggot. You look really fucking hot in this soccer getup. You’re going to be very popular in here, jock boy. Welcome to the club.” With that he opened the door and ushered Luke into the dimly lit room, following Luke inside. Based on the moans and smells, it was clear that there were a handful of men doing a number of sex acts throughout the small facility. Billy undressed, revealing his tattoos in all their glory and his semi-hard, curved, uncut dick. He hung his clothing on a hook by the door. Luke followed suit, took off his shirt and shimmied his shorts off, leaving his white jock strap and sneakers on, and hung his clothing up. Billy began kissing Luke and working his hands down around Luke’s sweaty bubble butt, and commenced finger fucking him. “Fuck, pretty boy. Your ass feels good. I can’t wait to be inside it again tonight.” Billy pushed Luke against the cinder block wall, and continued his finger assault on Luke’s ass. Their crotches ground into each other, Billy’s HIV tattoo pressed against Luke’s happy trail. Now rock hard, Billy instructed Luke to mount him, using the wall as support. Luke complied, and with a little maneuvering, slowly descended on Billy’s massive throbbing tool. The men continued to kiss, and Billy began thrusting in and out of Luke’s cunt. “You like my diseased dick inside your ass, don’t you?” Billy asked. “Yeah,” Luke moaned, his hard cock pressing upward on Billy’s and his own chest and leaving precum on both. Luke’s moist hole clenched around Billy’s tool, and Luke was in heaven receiving the fuck. “You know, you might be Steve’s bitch, but you’re my bitch too, jock boy. You’re full of my DNA. You’re marked as mine. We’re connected forever,” Billy commented as his fuck rhythm increased again. Luke smiled and kissed Billy more intensely. Luke knew this was not only an anal fuck, it was also a deliberate mind fuck, and he loved it. “You ready for more?” “Yeah, give me your load, please, man,” Luke panted with excitement. “Oh not that – I’m not even close. I mean, you ready for another poison cock in your pussy?” Luke didn’t really comprehend what the question was, and then he felt Billy take on all of Luke’s body weight, removing Luke from the wall that was previously supporting him. Luke’s legs were straddling Billy, and all of Luke’s weight rested on Billy’s thighs and from the arms clasped around Billy’s neck. A stranger approached Luke from behind and kissed his neck. “Hey sexy.” Luke heard a deep voice say. All he could really make out was that the guy was black, probably 200 pounds and 6 foot something. Sweaty and impaled on Billy’s member, Luke was not processing what was about to occur until he felt the stranger’s thick fingers invading his hole alongside Billy’s cock. “Fuck – I can’t… I’ve never …. I don’t think I can take another dick in me. I’m too tight.” Luke managed to whimper as he felt the finger/ass assault becoming more intent. Someone held a bottle of poppers up to his nostrils as the stranger intoned “Inhale buddy. It’s gonna be amazing.” Luke inhaled and a profound sense of euphoria overtook his brain as yet another of the stranger's fingers fucked his ass alongside Billy’s monster. Finally, however, the three fingers were withdrawn and the stranger's cock slid into position next to Billy's, beginning the challenging descent into Luke’s hole. “I can’t…. “ Luke grunted, trying to pull away, made all the more difficult by the effect of the poppers in clouding his thoughts, yet in relaxing his ass muscles. The stranger proceeded to push inward, making an entry into Luke's hole, even as Billy did his best to stabilize Luke so his own cock wouldn't be displaced. Luke screamed in pain as the stranger's cock head made its entrance, so Billy withdrew slightly, and when the stranger gave him a signal, they both pushed inside Luke. “Fuck. My ass. I can’t take anymore!” Luke was literally being torn open as the second dick made its way deeper inside him, yet, his protests notwithstanding, within a minute the stranger’s dick (which was about nine inches in length and incredibly wide in girth) – was firmly lodged inside of Luke, fully sharing Luke's hole with Billy. Luke’s eyes were rolled back inside his head, in complete agony, with no corresponding sense of pleasure. Billy and the stranger then began undulating in and out of Luke’s ass – sometimes in rhythm together, sometimes at each man’s own individual pace. The stranger murmured “You feel so fucking good, bitch,” as he made yet another descent into Luke's hole. Both Billy and Luke took the remark as a complement. A tear ran down Luke’s face as the stranger continued “I’ve been wanting to breed a pretty white boy like you for a while. I hear you might be pregnant with Billy’s baby right now. You want to carry my baby too?” Luke primarily wanted this moment to be over. His ass still felt like it was on fire. Partly in an effort to end the encounter, he meekly managed to reply "Yeah, daddy, I wanna carry your baby.” Not to be put off by a weak acquiescence, the stranger demanded “Beg for it, bitch. Like you mean it.” Luke took the cue and, digging deep into his reserves, managed to bark “Breed me, daddy. Give me your load. Knock me up with your kid. Give me everything you have.” Not quite mollified the stranger reiterated “What do you want, bitch?” “I want your seed, to grow in me, to become me. I’m nothing but a pussy and my purpose is to receive cum. Toxic cum. I’m a fucking cum whore like Billy. Please – PLEASE – give me your load.” “Fuck yeah.” And with that the stranger picked up his pace to a violent speed. In and out, fucking along side Billy’s curved dick, the big black cock pounded Luke’s ass. The stranger pushed and pulled Luke up and down on his dick. Luke had been pushed beyond the pain. He now wanted this fuck never to end. His words had become true. His hole was made for penetration. Single, double, toxic penetration. “FUCK ME, DADDY!” he screamed, “MAKE ME YOUR BITCH!” Billy pulled against Luke’s jock strap and kissed him. His thrusts were slower and more methodical than the stranger’s. “Oh fuck” Billy whimpered “I’m fucking cumming in you, faggot! Unh, unh, uuuuuuhhhhhh!” and released another, huge radioactive load into Luke’s ass. “Fuck” Billy gasped in utter pleasure and pride. The stranger pounded into Luke, pulling Luke’s body away from the spent Billy and against his own. Lubed with Billy’s jism, the stranger’s dick glided in and out faster and with more ease. He pulled almost completely out, and then slammed his big cock into Luke, where he lingered pulsing and fucking him, until he said “I’M CUMMING, BITCH. TAKE MY TOXIC LOAD, YOU PUSSY!” And for about 20 seconds the stranger spasmed as his cock drained its precious load into Luke’s hole. Then the stranger pulled out and stepped back. Billy also withdrew. Luke felt empty as he dismounted and gathered his stance on the floor. Luke’s hole was tender. A frothy mixture of semen and sweat ran between Luke’s legs. Luke stood there, in his jock strap and sneakers, dick rock hard and leaking precum, and glanced around the room at many men fixated on him with a hungry gaze. The night was not over.

It Takes Two...or More I was basking in the after glow of a fresh morning of breeding a good boy into a dirty cheating cumslut when my phone buzzed. I glanced over already knowing who the sender must of been and sure enough. my lil Rambo was already sending me a message shortly after getting home. Man that was so crazy! Are you there? ????? I'm here Rambo, I took my time replying, you in trouble? No...lol he's actually still asleep....I think he slept through the whole thing... My instant reaction was dissatisfaction. Half the fun of turning a good boyfriend into a cheating lying fuck hole slut was the moment when the boyfriend finds out. But I guess there's still time, I thought to myself. you still got my cum up your hole boy? I teased Man...yeah... It just keeps coming out....can I call you? Sure Here it comes, I thought and smiled while my cell rang. "Hey" he said. "Hey" I said there was a brief pause as i let him try to figure out what he wanted to say. "Man...I ---" "Ok don't make this awkward. " I bulldozed him. "we've been wanting to fuck for almost a couple months now. Its not a big deal, don't make it one." "Bro...yeah but--" "But nothing. You trying to tell me you didn't like me pummeling your ass all night boy? You came to my door at 1am commando and pushing ur hole out begging for me to ring ur buzzer. " you're poz man. I'm mean what the fuck am I suppose to tell Joseph" I couldn't help but smile inside "Tell him you came over to my place spread open ur boy pussy and begged me to fuck you and then begged me to fill u up with my dirty poz cum not once not twice but three fucking full loads which are still now dripping out ur fuck hole. And then you can tell him the best part of all Rambo. Tell him u want to come back and have more of my fat dick inside you filling you up with cum." There was a long pause. "I got to go" he finally said and he hung up. I laid back having fantasies of him sitting in the bathroom pushing out my virus crying and all the while feeling that hunger for more of the hottest sex he'd ever had. I imagined him fingering himself, feel his hungry spread hole and then feeling the depraved part of him shamed for betraying his boyfriend. I didn't hear from Ram for the rest of the month. I kept my silence and continued to post my regular schedule waiting for the evitable until finally I got a message from Joseph. Hey... He began a promising start Hey handsome. What's going on. I loved acting dumb while images of his cheating moaning boyfriend ran in my head Nothing much what's up with you... Same here just finished showering gonna walk around naked and let my fat dick air out :0!!!! You're so dirty bigguy lol I'm just honest I always knew there was a good reason ram liked u Hahaha and what is the boy up to hes skipped out on this months workouts is he OK? Actually I wanted to ask you...hes been werid lately I mean we don't even talk lately...has he said anything? Other than hes horny 24/7 no nothing. It was a low blow but there are no blows better. Obviously ram would avoid being intimate with Joseph until he either A god the courage to admit hes a cumslut whore B admit he'd been filled with pozz cum and is likely to be infected. And probably C admit that he snuck out in the middle of the night to get fucked and still hadn't the balls to tell his boyfriend. Joseph would mull it over and think maybe his boyfriend just wasn't attracted to him any more after all why would a horny boy not try to have sex. He says that? Joseph asked Oh yeah he's constantly talking about dick n ass. Kinda werid honestly. He may have a problem Did you guys ever do anything? I laughed loudly to myself when u read this. He was suspecting that ram had already fucked with me which was true but I planned to play this fiddle for all it's worth. No no of course not! Hes with you and besides if I was gonna fuck either of you or him, id choose your short tight little bod and ass whih I'd put chest down ass up on my bed getting the fuck of your life for sure. Omg you're horrible lol. I always thought u were more into ram. Ram n I are bros I don't fuck my bros. You though. I would run fuck for miles on you. Lol OK you should stop I have a boyfriend sir. Mmmmcall me sir all you want boy Lol daddy? Yeah that's right I'll be your daddy You're insane lol. Hot and insane Yeah too bad I would never fuck you Wait huh u just said I'm the fuckable one Lol Joseph I guess ram never told you. I'm poz. Omg I'm so sorry Fuck you baby boy. I'm poz and proud. I love being free to fuck and when I fuck raw with my fuck stick its for life. It's a commitment. You'd be mine forever like married with the ring being ur fuck hole Wow... So yeah I layed it on a little thick but come on. This boy was half as smart as Rambo, shorter, tighter and was a real bottom. Making him cheat was gonna be easy. Hey what are you and ram doing tonight Nothing why You boys should come over and hang out at my place we can hang out. I need some pals who I don't fuck with. Ram has been kinda antisocial lately Yeah, probably my fault Huh? We got into a little fight a while ago. Don't tell him I told you but he keeps talking about being horny n wanting to fuck even at times saying he wants to fuck me. And hahaha I'm a top. I don't wanna cause u problems but yeah I kinda told him if he can't keep his hands and words clean then he can't workout with me anymore That's why he stopped going over!!!! I guess he just can't stop being horny Ugh Don't worry he never did anything I just thought I was inappropriate. Don't tell him I told you OK. Keep this our little secret you sexy little buddy? Lol OK....thx for telling me Your welcome boy. You should come over tho we can cook dinner and chat outside. I just built this new addition to the yard makes a great picnic area That sounds cool. Come over! I want a second opinion of how it looks. When? Whenever ure free Well I get out of work at 5pm I could stopshould I bring ram Probably not he probably just be moping the whole time Yeah. Ok sure I'll drop by later today Thanks! The trap was set and when 5 finally rolled around there was little Joseph standing at my door. My dick almost instantly drooled as I knew he would be such an easy turn. I put my big hand on his muscular short shoulder n pulled him in for a hug. "Thanks for coming baby boy!" I squeezed him letting him feel my muscles and to a degree my buldge "Hahaha you know I always knew you were great and ram was just keeping you hidden" "Aw boy thanks" I ushered him in "can I get you anything to drink." "Water thanks! " I poured him a glass and we talked and walked I showed him my house spending extra time in the rooms where Rambo had my cum sprayed all over his chest face and abs. Finally I showed him the bed room. He smield and blushed "So this is where the magic happens" I put my arms on him and rubbed his shoulders making his mouth drop. " yeah" I answered "this is where the magic happens" He moaned a little as my massage rubbed down his back so I let go. "That felt amazing" "For me too. You should let me rub you down." "That sounds waaaaay too sexual bigguy" " call me sir or daddy" "Shutup" "Say it" "....Daddy" "Mmmhm" I wrapped my arms around him and squeezed him to me "One more time" "Daddy" . "Daddy want to spread ur boy hole apart and eat it like I stole it" .Joseph pushed me away "Come on stop" " you're right I'm acting the same way ram does Joseph paused "Hes always being so sexual. I guess it just rubbed off on me" "What did he like to do" "He liked to do whatever it takes to get me hard then cuz I can't really hide my boner he'd try to touch it over my pants. " omg" Like perfect cue my boner had arrived at full mast and Joseph was staring almost drooling while he looked at it, speechless. I smiled and grabbed my buldge. Joseph woke up from his trance and laughed nervously. I laughed to break the silence suggesting "OK since rams seen it I guess I can give you a free show follow me out side" As I left the very same bedroom where I had banged Joseph's boyfriend into a poz cum loving cheating slut I threw off my pants showing off the jock strap I was wearing that could barely hold my growing cock. Joseph followed me out side red as a beet and I could hear his heart pounding from several feet away. This boy was mine.he stood outside as I showed him my back yard my cock hanging out the side of the jock and me not even trying to hold it. Finally I turned around. "So what do you think?" He opened his mouth to speak but couldn't muster any words I stepped closer to him " I tried to hold back as best I could Joseph but I want u. I've always wanted you. Ram doesn't appreciate you and maybe I won't either but I want to fuck you right now. I want to eat your hole out so good it would make you cry" Joseph bit his lower lip and I grabbed his arm and pulled him close. my fat dick was pressed up his short abs and lifted him up in an embrace and pinned him to the wall licking his neck . "I want to taste you so bad" I groaned as I licked his neck and felts him give in to the feeling of being wanted. "Fuuuckk" he was moaning and grabbing back on to me. I knew he was begging for attention but also that he wouldn't be as easy turn this quick. I lowered him and unbottoned his jeans and stuck my hand in his underwear around his ass. rubbing his hole with two fat digits. I kissed him wildly as my figers rubbed over his boy hole making him moan and buck. :Good boy" I said and he moaned in reply. "Let daddy eat that hole boy" "Daddy fuck please ,....no stop please" I pulled back instantly. unless he's begging to cheat theres no fun. I walked inside while i saw in my peripheral vision joseph trying to catch his breath. I turned and our eyes met. he wanted me. He needed to be owned and felt. I stretched out my hand to him he reached back and when my fingers wrapped around his wrist I pulled him in and he gave in. "Just rimming okay?" "Just rimming"I responded "Okay" jospeh folded. "And one more thing?" "What?" "While you're moaning you have to daddy and sir" Chills ran all over his body as he nodded. I led Joseph to the bedroom and Places him on the exact same spot where a little over a month ago Ram was when a filled him with his third load. Ram had been on his knees chest down ass up ass completely wreched with his arms pushed out in front of him while I churned his insides making poz cum butter and here was his boyfriend placed on all fours pushing his bare ass back now while i got on my knees to turn him into a cheating cumloving whore. I put my nose and mouth in his crack and inhaled breathing in the heat and clean smell of a good loyal boy. I nearly jizzed just thinking of how much further I would take him then ram. My fat tongue moved from below his balls over his hole and up his crack making the boy's back arch. He moaned and twisted as my tongue pushed into him licking the walls of his ass. He would arch upward on his knees and I grabbed his wrists and pulled him down only coming up for air as I devoured his heart through his hole. Licking and biting and spreading and tongue fucking at one point his face was in the sheets just screaming in exctasy as I kept fucking him with only my tongue. He begged me to stop but I only ate harder. I had every intention of breaking this boy here and now before he had a chance to flee and finally after half an hour of intense tongue fucking his body went limp and he began to push back and enjoy the getting fucked in a way he'd never been fucked before. I stood up and he rolled over on his back. "Oh my god...." he moaned eyes squinted and shaking and twisting his body from side to side "how did you do that." he was covered in goosebumps and reached inbetween his legs to feel his slimy wet hole and his head craned back while he felt his hole. I pushed my two digits against his hole and massaged. "daddy, oh my god, i feel like you just fucked me. " "My dick will feel veven better." and I rubbed my cock head on his hole which like a good bottom began to open for me. He stared at me mouth half open moaning in pulses and eyes wide as my dick sank inch by inch into him raw "Ohbhhhhhhh......fuuuuuuuuuuuuckkkkkkkk......daa...daaa...daaaddddyyy.." he stared at me as I met a slight resistance with my dick 3/4s the way in, and as I pushed passed reaching even deeper it looked like he was praying hymns of thanks and by the time my balls rested on his hole the boys eyes teared up, the corners of his mouth smiled, and he bit his shaking lip. He began to cry. He tried to hold it in. but tears were flowing and he chest shuddered and it felt like glory. I pounded his hole hard deliberate thrusts and he moaned and cried out and whole while smiling. "You love this don't you boy" "YESSSSSSSSYESSSYESSS" "You....have....never...beeen....fucked....like....this....be.....fore...." I said accenting each thrust allowing gravity too do the most work. "Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo" "and you love my fat thick poz cock ringing your buzzer!" He looked back at me crying and moaning "Say you love it" "I love it" "Say you love daddy's poz dick" "I love your poz dick" he was whimpering trying to breath between sobs "say you love me" "I love you daddy' "Say you belong to me" "I'm all yours. all yours daddy.. .. all yours all yours" "Ram doesn't love you like I do" "No...no" he was sobbing "You need daddy's love you need daddy's poz cock" "I need you daddy. I need you!" Just that second I came and filled his hole with a monsterous load. We both growled and yelled as I filled him. and my dick was harder than I had ever felt it before. Something about his boy made me want to not only turn him but ruin him for every other dick so it would never compare to this fuck. I contnued to fuck my cum into him "Oh my god you're still hard. " I just smiled and and ginded my hips and cum into him . I was gonna take my time and enjoy this short lil boy. i was goning to convert him right now for sure. I slowly rhythmically beat his hole and we kissed. His tears and stopped and he was in euphoria and his moaning was like music and I was the conductor. I tuned him with my cock. deep trhust high pitch fast pace lowered it. grinding it made it breathy and slam thrust made it deep legato. I was mozart composing a symphony and this boy's coversion was all i focused on. I moved his legs turning him to his side then over to his stomach without removing my cock. his little body under mine molded how ever I move dhim. I was pulling up his hips so his chest would be down and ass up and I continued to pound him. Hard fast slow deep. when my groin met his ass it sounded like clapping and all the while joseph was singing in moans. in the middle of deep rooting i was clapping his ass quite hard and rhythmically when I began to feel him shiver and shake. his whole body was coverd in goosebumps again alll down his back and his ass and legs and his head shot up. His ass cheeks were practically vibrating underme and the walls of his ass were squeezing my cock on every angle. I wrapped him under his arms arching his whole back and pulling him toward me diving in as deep as every inche would go and his anal orgasm began. He lost complete control and began spraying cum as his whole body shook and his hole was squeezing hard and rapidly beyond control he tried to scream daddy but before he knew it he had stopped cumming and started pissing i held him as he lost complete control and emptied himself on to the bed. when he was finally finished i let him slide off my cock onto the cum and piss covered sheets and he layed there shaking moaning and trembling. I flipped him over. He was mostly limp, but his hole was a blinking tunnel. I saw my pozz cum caking the deeper insides and I jacked my hard on against his open hole and as I unloaded another time. I sunk into him and he arched his back upward and thensank as I fucked him deeply for another 10 minutes until my soft cock fell out. The boy was spent but his training was not over. Over the next few hours I called an dposted on various websited and apps posting about a jock cum dump taking all loads. No load refused. By the time the sun set, not counting the 2 loads I gave him. Joseph had been filled 7 times with questionable cum. He moaned the whole time and not once did he say stop or no. and the end of it he slept. I edited video and photo on my phone. I thought of the two boys now broken. I sighed satisfied and felt my own cock grow wanting just a little bit more.

Part 5 Steve had sent the following text to Billy: “The boy just told me he’s horny and wants to come over. I told him you and I were both going to fuck him tonight. See you in a few. Oh, and you’re welcome.” Billy grinned upon receipt. Dinner plans with his fuckbud Steve had apparently evolved. A little while later, Billy let himself into Steve’s apartment. Walking back into the den, he encountered Luke on his knees, his head bobbing back and forth on Steve’s long, thick dick. Steve saw Billy and grinned. Luke then noticed the stranger out of the corner of his eye, removed himself from Steve’s throbbing dick, and quickly made it to his feet. “Luke, this is Billy. Billy, Luke,” Steve announced. Feeling self-conscious, Luke extended his hand and avoided eye contact with Billy. “Nice to meet you, Luke.” Billy grabbed Luke’s hand, and then put his other hand on Luke’s shoulder, “Relax, buddy, I don’t bite.” Luke eased up a bit and smiled as Billy added “Looks like I’m a little late to the party,” sizing-up Steve's erect dick which protruded from his jeans, awaiting someone - anyone to resume ministrations. Billy leaned in, kissed Steve, and stroking Steve’s dick as part of his greeting. Luke took the opportunity to assess Billy. Probably in his mid-thirties, Billy was about 6’2, 175 pounds. Skinnier than he or Steve, Billy had a boy-ish look, with a mop of shaggy brown hair and a scruffy, handsome face. He had sleeves of tattoos on both arms and an earing in his right ear. Luke found that he had sex appeal, but different from that of Steve: Billy seemed mischievous and fun, another man unlike any Luke had been with before. “Luke here was just worshipping my POZ dick. He’s taken my loads all weekend. My poison is brewing inside him. He’s becoming my toxic slut.” Steve broke the kiss to say. “Hot,” Billy remarked as he removed his shirt, revealing a torso full of tattoos, including a scorpion to the left of his belly button, similar to the one he did for Steve the day before, and a biohazard tattoo between his shoulder blades. “Billy’s been taking my loads for years. He is your destiny, Luke. Forget the bullshit life you’ve lead before now 'cause now you’re a fucking slut. My slut. Our slut. Your hole and your dick are fucking poison to everyone but us.” The words were sinking into Luke’s brain as Billy sank to his knees, pulled down Luke’s shorts, and began sucking Luke’s increasingly hard cock. Luke and Steve began to kiss. Once Luke’s dick was hard, Billy alternated between Steve’s and Luke’s cock, licking, sucking, jacking, tonguing them both while the two men kissed above. Steve was precumming a lot when he pulled Billy back up to his feet and ordered “Bedroom.” Each man pulled off his clothing as they stumbled down the hallway, Steve pulling-up the rear to herd his flock. Steve pushed Luke onto all fours, spit on his hole, and lined his prick up with it. Luke braced himself as he felt the pressure of Steve’s massive dick head against his hole. Steve pressed, and Luke’s back arched in response to the pain. Positioning himself in front of Luke, Billy presented Luke with his dick to be pleasured orally. Luke assessed this asset for the first time. Billy’s dick was uncut, about nine inches long, somewhat thick, and curved to the right. His body was clean-shaven. Right above his shaft appeared a tattoo of the letters 'HIV' in red outlined in black. As Billy guided his dick towards Luke’s beautiful lips, Luke had another moment of self-realization. His ass was on fire with Steve’s bare, POZ dick inching itself deeper into his guts, and he was literally about to be face to face with three letters he’d always feared. He thought about his friend’s words of caution during their run earlier, and all of the caution, fear, planning, and pretenses that had guided him through life so far. But he realized there was no turning back now: Steve was right, he was now a fucking slut. He was, in fact, Steve’s fucking slut, so Luke was more than ready to open mouth wide as possible, determined to give Billy’s cock what it deserved. Even so, Luke found Billy’s dick to be fun to suck. With ample foreskin and and interesting bend, Luke's tongue had plenty to explore, even if Luke somehow didn’t quite decipher the tiny blisters Billy was sporting at the time, (more toxicity to the brew inside Luke's body). Luke deep throated him as best he could, licked his balls, stuck his tongue in the slit to extract as much precum as possible. Occasionally Billy pulled his dick away from Luke’s mouth and would slap him in the face with it, grunting endearments like “Swallow my whole cock, you faggot,” or “Yeah, suck on my diseased dick you slut.” Luke's dick responded to each utterance with a twitch of excitement. Occasionally Luke would cry out in pain from Steve’s huge, just-spit-and-precum-lubed cock. Steve wasn’t being gentle in pounding Luke’s hole, which was, in fact, all but wrecked. So after about ten minutes during which Steve and Billy skewered Luke from both ends, Steve made the announcement for which Luke had been looking "I'm close, buddy!" Luke responded by pulsing his ass muscles and pressing back on Steve’s dick as Billy held his dick deep in Luke’s throat and ground his crotch against the boy’s face as Steve muttered "Oh, fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," pushing deep into Luke’s ass, and then adding with a shout “I’m cumming, I’m blowing my load in you, slut!" A toxic wave of cum crashed in Luke’s ass, which again unhesitatingly accepted Steve's poison, which flowed from Steve’s massive dick in several pulsating volleys of jizz into Luke’s ass. Luke’s sex chute was lubed up with Steve’s cum. With Billy’s cock deep in his throat, Luke looked upward. The letters HIV immediately in his gaze, then a scorpion, then an array of tattoos before his eyes met Billy’s. “Now it’s my turn,” Billy announced with a grin.

PART 4 I spread my hole for Beau -- my head buzzing, my nips tingling, my knocked-up butt radiating hunger and heat. He swaggered toward me, his eyes nothing but pitch-black pupils. He grinned and let out a low, menacing laugh, then walked right up to my hole and positioned the flared-out head of his raw cock against my neg cunt. I'd never felt such an intense need for dick. As he teased my butt, my head dropped back, my mouth dropped open, and I let out a guttural moan. My torn-up hole pulsed outward toward his dick, trying desperately to swallow it whole. "Listen to me, pig," Beau said, rubbing his cock along the edge of my cunt. "Are you listening?" "Fuck yeah, I'm listening," I said, looking him square in those black demon eyes. "This slammed-up cunt of yours? It's gonna take a deep injection of my virus. Then Jake and Beau will massage my infected cum into the walls of your little jockbutt by pounding you full of a few more poz loads. And do you know what happens then?" "No. What?" "We pimp you out. We've already put an ad on Craigslist saying that there's a poz-friendly bareback newbie with his ass in the air, waiting for loads. And just before those twisted pigs start showing up to add their virus to the mix, we're gonna slam you again. You want some more Tina in your veins, slampig?" "Fuck yeah, dude." "You love that slam, huh?" "It's fuckin' amazing. I love it." "You've got my poz blood running in your veins now. You want my poz dick, too?" "Please." "Please what?" "Please destroy my hole with your fat raw cock." "Yeah?" "Fuck yeah. Please make me your poz brother. Please." "You got it, pig." And with that, he shoved in. The curved thrust of Beau's dick burrowed past every natural defense I had -- the muscles in my butt gave way to this beautiful cock dripping a steady stream of virus. And as he fed my aching slam-hole with his twitching dick, I felt a total weightlessness in surrendering to this man: his taut stomach muscles, his square-jawed cockiness, his biceps expanding and contracting as he administered a hole-annihilating butt-fuck. My cunt belonged to this young stud, and the walls of my torn-up butt gave way to his dick like molten wax. If taking a gut-ful of his poz sperm meant that I would be a little more like him, then I wanted every infected drop. I don't know how long he pounded me -- it could have been five minutes or five hours. I just stared into his black eyes and rode the euphoria of the chemicals rushing through my bloodstream and the virus gathering in my guts. But finally, the pace of his fucking quickened, and he broke into a grin. "Here comes my poz load, pig. You want it?" "Fuck yeah, I want it. Poz me. Please fucking poz me." "How much virus do you want in your boybutt tonight?" "As much as I can take." "No, boy. Not as much as you can take. You're gonna get a whole lot more than that. I want your cute little jockbutt gushing with a heavy stream of infected seed. And you know what?" "What?" "I'm flooding your guts with my virus...right...fucking...NOW." My hole, hungry for cum, grabbed hold of his raw dick with a velvet grip, and he sprayed his seed across the torn-up walls of my butt. He stayed inside me for a minute or two, until his cock finally stopped twitching. Then he replaced his dick with three fingers. Then four. Then a thumb. Still staring deep into my eyes, he worked his fist inside my butt, using his wrist to massage his infected cum into my bloodstream. And so it went: Jake fucked me again. Then Trey. Then Jake and Beau double-fucked my torn-up butt. Later, as we started lining up strangers to fill my cumhole for the rest of a long night -- I took 19 loads in all -- Beau prepared a new bloodslam. It was bigger this time, he said. And with Jake's fat dick lodged inside my butt, Beau pushed that Tina into my vein once again, and once again I felt my hole radiate with chemical heat as I coughed. Meanwhile, Jake plunged his raw dick into my slampig cunt. "I'm proud of you, boy," he said. "And you know what?" "What?" "I'll be even prouder to call you my poz brother." With that, we kissed, deep and hard. He looked into my eyes, all pupils, dark with pure animal hunger. And then, as I gave him a little nod, and he gave me his wolfish grin, he blasted another load of virus deep into my guts. THE END

PART 2 [Above: My ass in December 2012, waiting for anonymous dick to deposit a fresh strain of POZ cum.] After showering, I returned to Jake and Trey's living room. They already had a third guy there -- a very handsome dude, a little younger than me, smoking the pipe while Trey sucked his fat dick. "Hey, boy," said Jake. "Meet Beau. I told him that we had a neg hole all hopped up on Tina, and he came right over. Let's just say that he's gonna play a very important role in your pozzing tonight. You wanna tell him why, Beau?" "Sure," said Beau, right after blowing out a giant cloud of white smoke. "Around this time last year, Jake and Trey pumped me full of their sweet poz strain, and I got knocked up with the bug I'd been craving. Since then, I haven't gone on any meds, and my viral load is pretty fuckin' high. I love sharing my virus with boys like you, and especially with boys not like you -- boys who think I'm a neg total top, and trust me to destroy their perfect neg fuckholes with my poison shaft." "Trey and I are on meds," Jake explained. "So we're practically shooting blanks. But Beau here, he can do some serious damage to your immune system. Tell me, then: do you want this stud to fuck you after Trey and I have wrecked your neg hole?" "Yes. I want his unmedicated poz load," I said. Beau smiled. "I think we've got a good boy on our hands." "We definitely have a good boy on our hands," Jake replied. Then he motioned me over to the couch. "Sit down here, boy. Spread your legs. We're going to do a few things to help your cunt get even hungrier." I eagerly walked over to the couch, the Tina still making my head buzz after those first few hits almost an hour before. Jake lit up the pipe, took a giant hit, and blew it in my mouth. Then he handed the pipe and the lighter to me. "Here boy -- I'll teach you. Hold the flame right under the T," he said to me. "See that smoke coming out the top? That's when you start your slow inhale. Slow. Keep it slow. No, keep inhaling. Don't stop. Good boy." They watched me take four giant hits. Then I handed the pipe to Trey and lay back on the couch, lifting my legs to expose my hungry jockhole. "Oh, that's pretty," Beau said, smiling. "I can't wait to destroy that thing." Meanwhile, Jake was dipping his finger into a small plastic bag. He applied a little lube to my hole -- again, those fingers brushing against my cunt drove me wild -- and then he shoved into me with the finger that had been in the bag. There was a sharp pain, followed by a sudden warmth as he roughly rubbed the inside of my hole. Then my cunt relaxed, opened up, and began eagerly swallowing up that finger, then two, then three, with no pain -- just total eagerness for this man to use my butt however he wanted. Jake laughed. "Thatta boy," he said. "Jesus. I can feel this pussy getting hungrier by the second." Then he stood up, his dick looking even bigger, its curve pointing to his steady stream of precum. "You want this poz dick, boy? It's so ready to invade your neg cunt." "Fuck yes," I replied. "Please. Please give me your poz cock. I want to be just like you. I want you to mark me. Infect me. Please, please, please poz me." "You want my strain? Beau here has my strain. You like my strain, Beau?" "Fuckin' A," Beau said. "I'm so proud to carry your strain, and pass it on to every boy I can seduce with T and breed full of my virus." Jake knelt down between my legs, placing the head of his dick against the entrance to my hole. "You feel that, boy? That's my poz cock," he said. "Feel it?" "Oh fuck yeah, I feel it," I replied, squirming with total hunger for this man to transform me into a poz dickpig. "This is the point of no return, buddy. Once I'm inside, you're getting pozzed. In fact, even if I don't shoot a big wad, I'll still be dripping my precum the whole time, lubing you up with my virus. You ready?" "Yes, I'm ready." "Ready for what?" "To get pozzed. To feel your poz dick in me. To beg for your poz cum." He smiled. "You're such a good fuckin' boy." Then his fat mushroom head squeezed into my throbbing, partied-up fuckhole, and I moaned from the sense of total freedom as I surrendered my defenseless cunt to this sexy, hairy, muscular man with the studcock primed to alter me forever. "Moaning like a bitch already," he said. "We'll have you whimpering before long. Just whimpering like a cum-starved poz pig boy with a hole dripping cum and maybe a little bit of blood. Because this cunt is getting wrecked, I promise you." That's when he shoved the rest of his fat dick inside me. My hole swallowed it eagerly, and even in my pain I smiled. I had surrendered. I had taken the step. I couldn't turn back. I belonged to him. "Feels like home, boy. You were made for this. This is what your hole was meant to do." "Yes," I moaned. "This is all I ever wanted. Thank you." "Don't thank me yet. Thank me when you've got a gut full of my poz DNA." He pushed my knees back to my shoulders, squatted so that his cock was positioned directly above my wide-open hole, and began pounding. Just pounding it. Owning it. My eyes rolled back in my head, and I could almost hear the delicate tissues in my fuckhole getting shredded with this man's cock. He didn't last long. As I watched his muscular chest flex with every thrust, and his abs tighten each time his shaft drove all the way inside me, I could hear his breath grow shorter, his body beginning to shake with an intense need to release. "Tell me what you want, boy," he said. "Tell me now." "I want your poz cum, you fucking stud. Poz me." "What was that?" "I said PLEASE FUCKING POZ ME. PLEASE. PLEASE." "Fuck you, faggot. You didn't. Ever. Have. A. CHOICE." At that, his whole body went into a powerful convulsion as he plunged his cock even deeper. The muscles in his stomach spasmed repeatedly, and he grunted and growled with each pulsation of his stud-dick as he emptied a ballsac full of poz sperm inside my neg guts. Beau laughed. "Congratulations, boy," he said to me. "You are now officially a pig. Hungry for more?" "Yes, please. Please more poz seed. Please." "That's good," Beau replied. "Because that wasn't really a choice, either. But first, you're going to do what a true bottom does, and clean off the cock that just pounded your guts full of sweet poz cum." At that moment, Jake pulled out, and his dick glistened with the deathseed he'd just injected into my hole. I eagerly scrambled to the ground and wrapped my mouth around it, slurping greedily to taste this man's toxic DNA and worship his perfect boy-wrecking dick. "Jesus, he's a good boy," said Jake. As I knelt on the ground, carefully cleaning off my man's dick, I felt something slightly prickly press against the inside of my warm, wet cumhole. "Just hold still," said Trey. "I'm just rubbing the inside of your cunt with a toothbrush. Brushing some of that poz jizz up inside you, giving you little abrasions so that you can welcome more poz spunk into your bloodstream." Hearing that, I arched my back to spread my hole a little wider, allowing the toothbrush to plunge deeper inside my cum-soaked cunt. Seeing that, Jake whistled. "Jesus," he said. "I'd say we've created a pig. And trust me when I say this: this night is going to get much, much wilder. Just wait to see what fuckin' nasty surprises we have waiting for you." I glanced over at Beau, who was busy at work under the desklamp. I couldn't tell what he was doing, but it looked like he was carefully measuring T into little vials. Jake grabbed my head, turned it back in his direction, and impaled my mouth on his beautiful giftgiving cock. "Don't worry about what's next," he said to me. "Just worship my poz cock like a grateful faggot who knows his place." "Thank you," I murmured, as I plunged my hungry mouth down on his poz dick over and over again, with blood and cum oozing out of my partied-up hole. MORE SOON...

I decided to attend the Gay Pride Parade this past month in my local town to show support for my gay friends with whom I work. There are about five of them. At sixty, I am much older. I'm also 6', and about 185 pounds. I've been married to my wife for 30 years, we had four children, and now have eight grandchildren. I guess I'm about as straight they come, but have always thought there was absolutely nothing wrong with being gay. It just wasn't for me and I had never even thought about doing anything with another guy. It was going to be a hot day, so I decided to dress for the heat and wear what I usually wore to my track meets: a jock strap, shorts, a tee shirt, sport socks and sneakers. One of my friends rode with me there and he was dressed fairly similarly. We found a place to park fairly close to the start, which surprised me, but then I thought, oh hell, when the parade is over I will be about 2-3 miles from here. Oh, well, can't have everything. We got out and walked over to the starting area and found the other guys. I was kind of rubber necking somewhat as I had never seen such an array of, well, somewhat crazy looking people before. There were all kinds of attire from just plain like I and my friends to wild costumes and back down to what looked to be a few guys with little or nothing on at all. It was a kaleidoscope of colors everywhere and I was like a kid in a candy store wanting to just see what all was going on. It was very festive scene and then there were the floats which were magnificent to look at. I started walking around to look at everything I could and soon lost track of where my friends were at. I looked for a bit but there were just too many people around to really look good. I soon decided the heck with it, I would see them later for a couple of drinks before going home tonight. I went looking for something to drink then. Soon found a nice little stand that sold my drink of choice, an ice cold CocaCola. I bought one and then wondered around some more but still did not see my buddies and the parade was lining up to start. I found myself by a float I liked the looks of, so decided to just walk along with it. Soon we were starting up and I found several guys walking around that float and on it all dressed alike, so figured they were all friends or at least had al worked on the float together. A few blocks later, one of the guys from the float turned and said hi to me. I returned his greeting and soon we were talking while we walked along. About a mile and a half into the parade I was starting to feel the heat and the long walk. The guy I was walking with told me I could take a break and ride on the float for a bit if I wanted, but he said I would probably have to take off the shorts and shirt as all on the float only had on jockstraps. I looked and was surprised as I had not noticed them stripping most of their clothes off on there till then. Only the guys walking were still in their shorts and shirts. I was kind of in a turmoil about that when I stepped on a rock in the road and twisted the heck out of my ankle. My new friend grabbed me or I would have went down. That pretty much settled it for a bit as he basically tossed me up onto the float. I decided, what the hell and soon had my shirt, shorts and shoes and socks off and was only in my jockstrap. My new friend then told me I looked to be in pretty decent shape for my age as I had told him that earlier. I thanked him and returned the compliment. I had not really paid much attention to his looks until he tossed me like a sack of sugar onto the float. Now, I noticed, he was definitely in good shape and although not a build of a weightlifter did have quite the muscles showing. I then rode the float for the rest of the parade. Looking around I noticed the other guys on the float all seemed to be in pretty good shape. Must all work out a lot I thought. I also noticed that they all, that I could see from where I was at, seemed to have the same tattoos. One, a tramp stamp on their backs and another on their stomach when they would turn and I could see it, of a figure that looked familiar, but I couldn't place it at first. Then as we passed a hospital on the way I noticed the design on one of the dumpsters I could see off to the side and it dawned on me they all, for some reason, had a biohazard symbol. I asked my new buddy about it and he said they had all decided to get one when they joined the club. I thought that sounded nice for them to do.

My name is Jacob. I grew up in a very strict evangelical Christian family. We attented church twice a week, had bible study every night at home, and believed sex was only in marriage for procreation. That's why we had 9 kids in our family. I was number 5. We lived in a small house with no privacy. All the boy's shared one room, all the girls another. So needless to say not only was masturbation a sin, it was near impossible to find a place to do it. But teenage hormones always find a way. I had mastered the art of silently rubbing myself off late at night, cumming into my hand then licking it clean to leave no telltale sign of my disobedience. Disobedience was a severely punishable crime. After God, Father and Mother reigned supreme, and any fractions were dealt with swiftly and severely. This most often consisted of a switch to the palms, or bare buttocks. I remember once my older brother Elijah was caught touching himself and Father made him strip naked in front of us boys and bend over, grabbing his ankles while his buttocks were administered with 39 lashes, the same number Jesus endured. He had to say "I am a sinner, I deserve this, Thank you Lord Jesus" after every strike on his flesh. All I could focus on was his exposed anus and his testicles and penis hanging down, all covered in light hair, such as I was sprouting at the time. I felt my own penis getting hard as I stared at my naked brothers private parts. But like I said, hormones drive teenage boys to take risks. I was 15 when I discovered I could sneak into my neighbor's garage while he was away at work and have a much more satisfying masturbation session that I could late at night in my room. Here, I had privacy and could strip naked and enjoy my body without fear of getting caught. Or so I thought. I had been enjoying Mr. Jackson's garage for several years, when one day there was a new development. I had snuck in as usual and started dropping my trousers when something caught my eye. On a shelf were some magazines. And not just any magazines, they were sex magazines. GAY sex magazines! Even more sinful than unmarried men and women! My blood ran cold knowing the devil was tempting me beyond my youthful masturbation, but I couldn't look away. I was transfixed at the images. I had of course heard of the evils of homosexual sex, but had never seen it. And here it was staring me in the face. And my penis had never been harder! I had barely touched myself when I ejaculated a mighty load all over Mr. Jackson's magazines and garage floor. I panicked at the thought of leaving evidence of my tresspassing and frantically licked my sperm off the magazines as best I could before replacing them as I found them. I pulled up my trousers and quickly went home, forgetting about what I left on the floor. A couple of days later, I returned to find the magazines again. This time I looked through more of them as I delicately stroked my penis until I orgasmed into my hand and cleaned up the evidence. I was hooked. The devil had his claws in me, and that night I prayed and prayed to God to save my soul. But I was too far gone with my interest in those magazines. Several weeks went by, with me there almost every day, falling deeper into the devil's trap. Then it happened. I was laying naked on Mr. Jackson's garage floor, stroking my penis, and I heard it. The door to the house opened and there I was, caught red handed. I didn't realize Mr. Jackson was home that day and I was caught hook, line, and sinker. I froze in terror, unable to move. Mr. Jackson just looked down at my naked body and smiled an evil smile. "Well, well, well," he snickered. "So it's you Jacob. I was wondering which boy had been sneaking over here. Looks like I caught me a tresspasser." As he said this he aimed his phone at me and snapped a couple pictures. "How old are you now boy?" he asked me. "18 now Sir." I was barely able to get out. "Perfect." he said as he snapped another picture. "Now what would your parents say if I told them about this and showed them these pictures?" "Please Sir!" I begged, tears running down my face. "Please don't tell them. I will be condemned." "You already are boy. Your mine now." He laughed as he stared down at me. Mr. Jackson was an older black man, with a short greying beard and a bit of a pot belly. He started unbuttoning his pants as he said, "I know you're a faggot Jacob. I know you've been looking at those magazines as you jerk off. Well boy, now I own you, and if you want to keep this private, you'll do as I say!" With that he pulled out his big, black dick which was already rock hard. I knew what he wanted me to do. I had now seen dozens of pictures of men sucking each others penises. I was about to do the same. "Meet your new friend, Kahn." he said as he grabbed my hair and pulled me up. "Open up faggot!" My mouth spread apart as the tears ran down my face. Without ceremony he pushed his penis into my open mouth and started ramming it in and out. I struggled and gagged, choking on it as he held my hair, pulling my head back and forth, taking more pictures of my first oral sex. "Suck it you self righteous little whore. You're my whore now! God can't save you. You'll learn to worship and pray at your new god. You'll do anything I tell you, and learn to beg for it!" With that he started ejaculating down my throat, pumping his sperm down into my belly. When he was done he pushed me back down to the ground, smiling at my rock hard teen dick. "Jerk it boy!" He ordered me. I just grabbed it and started to shoot as soon as I had stroked it a couple of times. Mr. Jackson of course took more pictures as I shot all over myself. "Lick it up bitch!" He demanded. Then get dressed and get out. I'll be in contact." With that he went inside the house, leaving me naked and trembling at what had transpired. I knew I was now his property.

I had just gotten engaged to my girlfriend of three years and we were on our way to spend the weekend with her father at his place by the lake. It was winter, but the cabin was fully equipped for the season, having a full kitchen, hot tub and fireplace. She had taken me there when we first started dating and I loved the place. My fiancée was a doctor at a local hospital in the city so I followed her in my own car, just in case she was paged and had to leave. We arrived around 6:00 PM and her Dad was already there. We made the usual introduction and he told me I could start calling him Dad since I was almost family. The fiancée and I set our things in the bedroom and did some heavy petting which left my cock hard and dripping. I was always horny and she didn’t help. I was worried my bulge would be noticeable when we went down stairs, and sure enough, I thought I saw her father eyeing my crotch and found myself slightly flattered. I knew he had divorced her mother because he came out and I always liked attention. Well, everything was going great: Dad had brought a nice salmon and we had a great salad, but sadly half-way through the dinner my fiancée got a page and had to head to the hospital. One of her transplant clients received the go ahead and she had to go back. Telling me not to waste the weekend, she suggested I take the time to get to know my future father in law. Dad smiled, gave his daughter a quick kiss, and she ran out the door. We sat back down and finished dinner and then he passed me a scotch neat and a cigar. It was great. The country, the cigar, the scotch. I could only think of one thing that would make it better, but the prospects of a blow job had run out the door a couple of hours ago. “I know, let’s take these out to the hot tub,” Dad suggested as he set his cigar in the ash tray and his drink on the coffee table, stripping right there in the living room. I never really look at guys in the locker room but he was very impressive: a thick pelt of grey fur covered some impressive pecs and a flat stomach, below which hung an very impressive seven inch uncut cock. Feeling slightly self conscious, I blushed a bit and looked away. “Hehehe no reason to be shy, Son. It's just the two of us now and there are no neighbors for miles around. Come on. Let's enjoy the great outdoors like God intended and soak in the tub. Grab the bottle and two more cigars and meet me out there once you're ready." As he turned away I noticed a small scorpion tattoo on his back thigh. I was a bit surprised as my sense was few of his generation had tattoos, but I still I liked it on him. In any event, following his orders, I sheepishly striped down. My body was much less furry than his, and my cock measured in at six inches, so it occurred to me I could be his son. Grabbing the Glenfiddich and two more cigar I timidly walked across the room and stepped outdoors. My cock shrank even smaller in the cold air, even as I pranced and jogged to the tub. Hoping in, I yelped a bit at the temperature change. My footing went a bit and I half sat on Dad as I landed my seat. “Easy Son, don’t spill the liquor or ruin those cigars, hehehe.” We continued chat and drinking for a bit. The scotch relaxed me, and the cigars were excellent. My thoughts must have wandered a bit to where my fiancée and I had left off, 'cause I found myself getting hard under the bubbles made by the water. In an effort to relax, I stretched my legs out a bit and hit the legs of my soon-to-be father in law. “Sorry.” “Not a problem. I'll even give ya a bit of a massage.” Before I could say anything his hand started working my foot and a sigh escaped my lips. His big hands worked the soles of my feet, and I felt everything relax body, as pleasant, but the most odd sensations traveling up my legs. Dad's attentions were, most oddly, not doing anything to help my erection. Dad put one foot down, and positioning himself between my legs, took-up my other leg, so my legs were now spread and my body half floating in the water as he did magic on my feet. He clearly knew what he was doing, and for the first time I understood why women love foot massages. It was amazing. His hands started massaging up my legs, first working up my calves and then up further, massaging the tops of my thighs, digging deep into the muscles. His thumbs grazed my balls and my eyes shot open. I tried to sit up but all I did was lock my legs around his back, which caused the two of us to slide up against each other. I stared into his eyes and felt my cock throb against his furry body. The water bobbed me slowly up and down, and I could feel his hard cock just touching between my ass. His hands moved around behind my back and I was mesmerized, staring into his eyes as he pulled me forward and kissed me. Instinctively I kissed back, pulling him against me, chest to chest, moaning with pleasure. I had never felt a man before and it was amazing. His rough hands grabbed my ass and started teasing my hole. The calloused fingers pushing into me and scraping me, working my virgin hole open. I knew what he wanted, and just as I got accustomed to his fingers, he pulled me hard down on his cock. My scream echoed out into the night for a split second before his mouth was covering mine, eating my pain as he ignited my passion. His thrusts started slowly and I whimpered with each tug and pull as he forced his monster into my ass. Soon it hurt less and less, and within less than a minute or so the pain turned into pleasure. Instinctively I found myself working with him, meeting each of his thrusts and sliding back as he withdrew. My cock was rock hard as the water was splashed around. The he pulled off me for a moment and looked again into my eyes. His cock stopped moving in my ass and he just held me there. I could feel his heart beat through his cock . “You want to breed you Son? You want my dirty Daddy seed in you?” “Yes, please whatever you want just keep fucking me.” “Did my daughter ever tell you the reason why her mother really left?” “Well, I figure it was because of what we are doing right now,” I chuckled "Well, yes,” he replied, smiling, "but also because I'm poz, and with my raw cock in your ass, if I shoot in you you’re most likely going to be knocked up. Made into my poz son and carry the same virus. Is that what you want?" I had no words. Here I was a virgin to gay sex let alone poz gay sex. The only thought in my head was I did not want him to stop. As an answer to his question I began rocking back and forth on his cock. “Oh thank you Son that feel so good. It has been so long. Plus I already shot in you once so it was kind of a moot point. Here some the second load son. Be my boy forever” This time I felt it: a deep throbbing as his cock grew bigger and bigger, pulsing in my hole. His cum felt like a tongue deep in my ass licking the walls and making them wet. Just after he shot, his hand grabbed my dick and pumped me furiously. My last neg load shot over my head. As I came down from my orgasm, my hole sore and throbbing, his cock still buried in my ass. Catching my breath, I looked into his eyes and said one word: "More."

I've noticed that recently I get moody if I don't get bred at least once a day. It's almost taking over my life in fact but since I work from home I have the freedom to pursue cock. I joined a sauna to indulge my cumslut side especially for those days when my fuck buddies aren't available or I can't arrange a hook up. As soon as I get up in the morning I'm horny and feel like I need to get fucked, it doesn't matter if I cum or not I just want to be used. Does anyone else feel like this. It got so bad I've even let one of my regular fuck buddies whore me out.

It's been a while since my last story but I've had this one on the back burner for a while.... I’d like to tell you all a story. As some of you will know from my previous posts I’m a nasty fucker but recently I started to notice the missing of something in my life. Well I was on scruff one day when I got a match with a very hot guy not too far away. Thinking what the hell I wolfed him and unlocked my pics. Soon we were chatting discussing fantasies etc. Turned out he was into pup play, something I’d been intrigued by for some time. What was better was he was also into partying! Well having just got some really good T and G I decided what the hell, booked a hotel in his city and got on a train, instructing him to meet me at the station when I got there. The train journey seemed to last forever, God I wish I drove, but soon I had arrived. I won’t say the name of the city except it’s in the north of England. As instructed he was awaiting me on the platform and looked even hotter than his photos. I was going to enjoy this! Soon we had arrived at the hotel, after having made small talk during the taxi ride there. As soon as we got into the room he was straight onto me kissing me hard. Now I’m 95%top so I’m not used to the other guy making the first move but this was hot. We stripped and prepared our rigs,.35 for him and .30 for me as I’m still new to slamming and a nice dose of G for both of us. Now one thing I can’t yet do is slam myself so I entrusted this to him, making sure to first of all take my kemagra tab. When the rush hit I felt amazing. Soon I had my dick buried in his throat facefucking him hard. “Up” I commanded pointing to the bed, “present”, he got on all 4s and soon I was rimming him hard, listening to him moan like a batch on heat. “you want sirs bone? “ I asked. He gave a soft bark and I slid my dick in in one go, God he was tight! Soon I was pounding him hard, he continued to moan and groan. Soon he was getting too noisy so I rimmed one of my sweaty socks in his mouth whilst I pinned his arms behind his back. All too soon I could feel my balls getting ready for release. “Do you want sirs Cum in your ass pup? Sirs nasty POZ, Toxic load?”. Now up until this point. I had not discussed my status but then again he had not asked. Turning his head he looked back at me with a yearning pleading look in his eyes and nodded. That’s all it took, soon I was Cummings in him hard forcing my Cum deep into him. “Take my POZ Cum pup, I own you now, your mine”. As I said this I maintained eye contact. He shivered slightly but then started milking my dick with his ass muscles. I reached forward, having released his arms and gave him a long hard kiss. I had just staked my claim to my 1st pup. The first of many. You see it had long been an idea of mine to have a permanent pack of human pups, all mine, all pozzed by me. Let the fun begin.

here is the next chapter to the story... I got home around 1am and went directly to my bedroom, all night my mind was thinking of the events that unfolded today. Did Nicholas sense that I was looking at him all this time and showed an interest in him…I was awoken around 6am to the sounds of bed springs and heavy panting, for a moment I thought it was me and Nicholas but then I was shot to reality when I heard Charles banging some chick he met at the bar…I started to go back to my thoughs about the previous evening and suddenly my cock go rock hard…Not letting it go to waste I started stroking and fantasizing about last night and feeling Nicholas’s tongue exploring my hole, would he fuck me? What was the strange tattoo he had on his thigh? And oh that magnificent thick cock….within minutes I shot the biggest load all over my stomach, I scooped up some of my cum unto my finger and started savoring the salty taste….I laid in bed for another hour before I decided to get out of bed and hit the gym. When I got to the gym the parking lost wasn’t packed so that’s a good sign that it wasn’t crowded, I didn’t think it would be on a Sunday morning, most of the jocks are sleeping in from the weekend escapades…..I hit the lockers and got changed into my jock strap, shorts, and a t-shirt….I started out doing my usual cardio routine to warm up a bit before I hit the machines and free weights....While I was lifting weights on the bench an older daddy type came over to offer to spot me, I replied back “Sure, I appreciate that”…During our workout we introduced ourselves and I found out his name is Mark and he’s a fireman, he’s been coming to this gym for years…After our work out we headed towards the locker room to clean up, Mark looked at me and asked “Want to hit the steam room for a bit?” I thought for a moment and said sure why not. In the locker room we stripped down to nothing and put on a towel. This gave me an opportunity to check him out, DAMN he had a beautiful body, nice defined pecs and a lot of chest hair, kind of reminded me of Nicholas… In the steam room there were a couple of other guys in one corner but other than that it was pretty quiet and steamy, I could hardly see the other guys in the corner. Mark stood in front of me and took off his towel and laying it on the bench all while revealing his thick massive cock with low hanging balls, I noticed he had a silver band on his cock…..We started talking and I asked him about the silver band on his cock, he laughed and said “it’s a cock ring, it keeps me hard, you like it?” at this point I didn’t know what to say so I said “Yea, it’s nice”….Suddenly the other two guys in the steam room left so here I was alone in the steam room with Mark…After the guys left he moved his hand to the towel on my lap and said “you don’t need that in here, take it off and get comfortable”….I’m sure he sensed the bulge in my crotch…I replied back stating “No, I am ok”, well that didn’t sit well with Mark as he stood up in again, this time his cock was just inches from my mouth, he reached down and pulled my towel off….”Well someone here is saluting to attention” Mark said with a grin, in not time his hand was stroking my cock and rubbing some of the precum unto his finger. After a few minutes he sucked on his precum soaked finger and said yummy…Then I did something that I did not expect I reached out and started sucking on his cock, the thick shaft started expanding in my mouth. I loved sucking on his cock and feeling his balls hit my chin…I was getting into making love to this new found friend…just as I was getting into nursing his cock, he pulled away and said “shh, we have company”….just then I heard other voices in the steam room and could make out 4 other guys in there chatting. We stayed in the steam room for a bit talking until he motioned to head for the door…We headed for the showers to clean off and get dressed. We finished getting dressed and headed for the exit, Mark turned to me and said “James, what are your plans for the day?” I looked at him and said “laundry and then nothing really”…Mark replied ”Well, why don’t you go home, get your laundry done and then come over to my place, I’m having some friends over around 2pm for a bbq/pool party, here’s my address and phone number”. With that he handed me a wrote his number and address on a blank piece of paper and handed it to me. Heading home from the gym my mind was overwhelmed with everything going on, I just hoped that my roommate and his latest girlfriend were gone when I got home….I pulled into the apartment complex and parked my car, when I realized I needed to stop by the grocery store on my way home. With that I put the car in reverse and pulled back out of the apartment complex and made my way to the local grocery story, for a Sunday morning it was packed. I quickly found a parking spot and headed in to pick up my stuff…For the bbq/pool party I picked up a case of beer to bring along as well as sunscreen, didn’t want to get burned… Headed home and started doing my laundry for the week and pack my towel, sunscreen and swimsuit for the pool party. I finished up my laundry around 1 and figured I should start heading over to Mark’s place…I hope he doesn’t mind if I am a bit early, I could help him out a bit….I made my way over to Mark’s he was not too far from me, only a few miles from my apartment. I noticed there were a couple of cars parked on the street and in the drive, as I made my way up to the front door. I rang the door bell and to my surprise, Nicholas answered the door and greeted me by saying, “James, what are you doing here? I didn’t know you knew Mark.” I looked at him and said “we go to the same gym and work out together” He smiled and me and said “well come on in and enjoy the fun.” I handed him the case of beer and said I” brought along some beverages” he remarked back “well this should be a fun bbq.”

Chapter 3 – My First Alpha: The cold stone of the fireplace against my back made me feel safe, as did the piece of wood I still gripped in my right hand. Last night had started fucking amazing, like a total wet dream as I bent over and took a number of raw daddy dicks in the basement bathroom of the local bar. Now here I was. Scared, scarred, and with some foul cum from the beast that attacked and fucked me still dripping out of my ass. Yet, no matter how painful and frightful that had been, just thinking about the way he/it mounted me, fucked me with such intensity, and then filled me to the rim with the biggest load imaginable made my dick stick straight up and start leaking. Fuck I’m a mess! A few hours passed and I was still there – sitting in a puddle of dried beast nutt that had leaked from my ass, my back against the fireplace where I felt safest and in nothing but tattered rags keeping the cold at bay – when Mr. Stockton and his boys found me the next morning. At first when I heard the porch boards creak my heart leapt into my throat, I snapped my head, my guts twisted and the bile started to rise. Was the beast back? Would he breed me again? Shit I had to quit thinking about that. That’s fucked up! The front door knob jiggled, twisted, I then heard keys and the door slowly opened. My heart was still racing as a dark shadow filled the door that was barely lit with the soft glow of early dawn. One heavy footstep, then another, and I sighed in relief as it was just a man. Well not ‘just’ a man. It was a fucking-smoking-hot-as-hell-daddy! My dick sprang right up again and I had to adjust to tattered quilt to keep it hidden. The man stepped into the cabin and looked around, quickly taking in the broken table, lamp, and turned over furniture. He SNIFFED once, then twice, a grim expression on his face before his gaze landed on me. Sensing my fear and anxiety, he took an easy step my way, with his left hand slightly extended and a slight stoop in his posture. “You OK there son?” he asked. I cocked my head, my muscles relaxing just from the confidence and power in his voice. My shoulders slumped, but before I could respond there was a loud ruckus on the porch, the beating of booted feet, and four more guys rushed in through the door. “Pops, we checked around back and…..” The man before me threw his right back to halt their progress and snapped his head to the side as he snarled, “SSHHHH!” The other four stopped dead in their tracks, their eyes now all settling on me. I looked back up at the first man – this daddy – and wanted to whimper as he reminded me of Clifton – a bigger and better version of Clifton anyways. Tall, muscular, long black hair, big bushy beard and mustache, but instead of blue, this daddy’s eyes were a rich emerald green with centers of blazing orange that shone out from under his thick brows like the light from the Colossus of Rhodes. “Easy now,” the daddy said as he squatted down in front of me, his jeans straining to contain his thighs, “Apologies for my boys here. They forget their manners sometimes and its not often we have company up here. I’m J.M. Stockton. Did you find my notes?” Mr. Stockton? Wow. I expected some old white haired dude with a cane or something. This guy looked maybe 35 and as I peered over his shoulder at his ‘boys’ who had all scooted forward closer, I wrinkled my brow as I questioned how they could be his sons? One of them didn’t look that much younger than he did, although the youngest looking one, who stood a bit back and to the side holding his right arm, looked about my age. I turned back to Mr. Stockton who was looking at me with the most intense gaze Mr. Stockton eased his left hand forward, his forearm was thick, hairy, and his hand was like three times the size of mine. I eyed it like I was seeing a snake in the garden and trying to decide if I should whack it or let it be. Before I could act one way or the other Mr. Stockton’s hand flashed forward, grabbed the end of the piece of firewood, twisted it, pulled it out of my hand, and casually tossed it back into the pile beside the fireplace. He set his hand on my right shoulder, I shivered, and he said in the calmest voice, “I hope you don’t mind us checking on you. I thought I heard something last night and wanted to make sure you didn’t have any trouble.” What could I say? I got raped by some beast? Some animal decided it was horny, came to the cabin, opened the door, turned off the lights, then mounted me and cummed in me? Fucking crazy! Instead I stuttered, “SSSome ann ann - a bear or something got in. I mmm mmmust have left the door unlocked. I’ll pay for the table and lamp and stuff. I’m…I just…” I was shaking so hard now. Mr. Stockton squeezed my shoulder, spun on his heals, stood to his full height and snarled at his boys, “Get out. Go home.” Three of them took right off. The last stood there looking particularly defiant. Mr. Stockton pointed, “Isaac. Right now.” Isaac glared at me, rubbed his upper arm, then stomped out, slamming the door behind him. Mr. Stockton kneeled down beside me, he licked a finger and wiped at something on the side of my head. I stared into his emerald eyes, which now seemed to burn even brighter and shook my head. I started to try to get up and yelped in surprise as Mr. Stockton wrapped his big muscular arms around and under my body and lifted me right up as he stood like I was a bag of groceries. The tattered and shredded quilt dragged along the floor as he carried me into the bedroom and gently laid me onto the bed. I shivered at his burning touch and tried to bury myself deeper in the quilt’s remains. Mr. Stockton tenderly caressed the side of my head in reassurance, then stepped into the bathroom and yelled, “I WAS A MEDIC IN THE ARMY BACK IN THE DAY AND LIVING OUT HERE, WE HAVE TO BE ABLE TO CARE FOR OURSELVES. I’LL HAVE YOU FIXED RIGHT UP IN NO TIME.” He soon came back with a first aid kit, as well as a bottle of whiskey. He took a long swig, wiped his mouth, then handed the bottle to me. My hands shook, the whiskey burned, but when it hit my stomach it helped. I clung to the bottle as Mr. Stockton pulled the tattered quilt away and off my body. He sat on the edge of the bed, and with a determined look, began running his hands up and down my chest and torso, inspecting all of my little cuts and bruises. His touch sent waves of desire and a strange tingling sensation through me and my dick popped right up and started twitching, anxious for attention. I tried to cover it with my left hand, Mr. Stockton let out a barrel chested laugh and said, “Hell, no need to be shy with me. It’s OK.” Was it my imagination or was his dick getting hard too? I swear that long, deep shadow and bulge was not showing in his jeans a second ago. He continued to tenderly examine my sides, hips, legs, and paused with a look of concern when he got to the large slash marks on my upper left arm. He squeezed my arm tight, his eyes narrowed, and he roughly pulled me close to him as he SNIFFED, then shocked me as he ran his long, rough tongue over the open and scabby cuts, slathering them in his spit. What the fuck? I tried to pull back, but he was focused on licking my wounds. When he was done, he released my arm and looked embarrassed, “My apologies. I didn’t mean to frighten you. Saliva has some of the best healing and cleaning properties and for cuts like those is better than peroxide, which actually kills good cells too. Now tell me, honest now, how did you get those cuts on your arm?” I sighed. Hell. “The bear, it…” I started, but from the narrowing of Mr. Stockton’s eyes I knew he didn’t believe me. Fuck. I took a long swig of whiskey for courage and blurted out as fast as I could, “There was this thing, this animal, some sort of…fuck I don’t know. I was asleep, and then I woke up, it was dark, and then I felt it, saw it, the light…fuck! Then it was on me, not just on me, but ON me, and then in me, like, fuck! It…it…fucked me OK. It held me down on the floor as it fucked me. It had claws and like fingers, but not really, and was hairy, and fuck! I don’t know. It was dark, but it…I passed out I guess…and…” I gulped more whiskey. Mr. Stockton was looking even more concerned and then his faced turned to a mask of rage. I cried out as he suddenly and forcefully pushed my legs apart and tried to pull away. He let out a guttural growl, his green eyes now aflame in dark reds and oranges. My eyes widened and I froze as Mr. Stockton leaned across my open legs, keeping them pried apart with his shoulder and body as he rammed three fingers up my sore ass, dug around, pulled them out, sniffed them, nodded his head, then licked the toxic nutt and pooled ass juice off while I watched in scared fascination. The rage battled within him, his entire body shook. Mr. Stockton took a deep breath, then another, and let it out. He sat back up and gently put his hand on my thigh, “I’m sorry about that. I didn’t mean to be – so forward. I know you have been though something that should never have happened and that is truly not allowed. There WILL be consequences I can assure you of that. Here, have some more whiskey.” I gladly took the bottle, filled my throat, and put my hand to my head. I was so confused and didn’t understand what was going on, but something was. I could feel it, sense it, and nothing made any sense. Mr. Stockton took the bottle, set it on the nightstand, then turned and laid back onto the bed on his side as he slid his left arm under my neck. I nestled against his warm body, his big arms holding me safe and secure. I could also feel his raging boner pressing through his jeans, which made me push slightly against him. Mr. Stockton pushed against my body, but did not make any more moves. He just lay there, letting me feel him, smell him, sense him, as we shared the space and I drifted off into a deep, dreamless sleep. I awoke a short time later and Mr. Stockton was still holding me. He sensed I was awake and whispered, “Hey, how are you feeling?” I yawned, rubbed at my eyes, “Good, thank you. I’m sorry I fell asleep, I guess…” He interrupted me and said, “Nothing to be sorry about at all. You needed it, and from the feel of this – that’s not all you need.” Mr. Stockton’s large hand was now covering my raging hard dick and my tight balls. He squeezed slightly, making me moan, and while continuing to squeeze my manhood he began kissing my head, sniffing my hair, kissing the back of my neck, and then flipped me onto my stomach as he tenderly kissed my back, thighs, calves, then moved back up until his hot breath was hovering over the crack of my ass. He sniffed some more – long, deep, his nostrils flaring in and out as he marked all the scents wafting off my body. “I can stop if you want me to,” Mr. Stockton offered. I twisted my head, focused my eyes, and begged, “NO, please don’t stop. I want you to. I need you to. I have to…I need…” He smiled. “I know pup. I know. I’m here now.” The rays of the morning sun were now peaking through the trees, casting a spotlight through the cabin’s bedroom window onto the broad back of Mr. Stockton as he unbuttoned his shirt, then pulled off the t-shirt underneath. I held my breath. His chest was broad, muscular, defined, and covered with a tight mat of hair. A thick line of fur ran down his torso and disappeared into his jeans. His arms flexed as he moved, every muscle defined and in sync like the perfect parts of a complex machine. Boots were kicked to the side, the zipper slowly retreated, and Mr. Stockton bent forward to pull them off over his large socked feet. When he stood back up I gasped and whimpered. His V-shaped torso was centered on his solid hips that were held aloft by the biggest, muscled thighs I could have imagined. Front and center was a long, thick penis cased in a foreskin sheath that glistened in sweat and musk and filled the room with daddy scent, nestled to each side were two balls that look like they belonged on a Brahman bull. Each ball was matted in fur and I imagined the skin underneath felt tough like hide. My whimpering was uncontrollable now as was the primal urges coursing through my naked body. I twisted around and scooted so my ass was on the edge of the bed. I glanced at Mr. Stockton, his eyes a blazing red and orange color again as his long shaft stiffened and a steady stream of daddy-lube dribbled out and onto the wood floor below like the warning signs of a spring flood. My head spun as a wave of musk hit me again. I raised my legs up and back, grabbed the back of my knees to offer my morning sweet spot to this daddy, and waited. Mr. Stockton blocked all light from the window as his mighty form invaded my space and he leaned over my shaking body. He rested his elbows on the bed to other side of my arms, pinning me, and began to nuzzle, nip, and kiss and lick my neck and face. I couldn’t breathe as his mouth fully enveloped mine, his beard scratchy and carrying too many scents for me to comprehend at that time. Mr. Stockton forced air into my lungs, then let me exhale through my nose, then breathed for me again – our heartbeats becoming come. I hooked my ankles into the cross hatch of his hips and grabbed the sides of his rippling torso as he nuzzled his now fully hard manhood at the entrance to my ass and prelubed it with his daddy juice. I couldn’t take the need any longer that was building inside me like a shaken can of soda. I had to feel him in me, deep, and hard, and moaned and whimpered into Mr. Stockton’s daddy mouth and tried to push my ass onto the head of his shaft. He released my mouth, his dark hair creating a world of privacy as it fell around my head and my entire field of vision was taken up with his burning red eyes. All green was gone, and not a hint of orange was left. They were now like two blood red moons and glowing, but I was not afraid as I knew it was his burning desire for me that stoked that furnace. “Take me, please,” I whispered. Mr. Stockton gave me a lopsided smile, which made his upper lip curl up on the left side, exposing a long, sharp tooth. His voice seemed deeper, and layered with power, and echoes upon echoes, as he asked, “You give yourself to me of your own free will? Do you submit to me?” “YES PLEASE, OH YES, FUCK ME, I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME – I NEED YOU TO FUCK ME – I…” WAS INTERRUPTED IN MY CRAVEN APPEALS WHEN MR. STOCKTON GRIPPED MY HEAD TIGHT BETWEEN HIS HANDS, THE PRESSURE FROM HIS FINGERTIPS READY TO SQUEEZE MY HEAD LIKE AN ORANGE, AND WITH HIS EYES BURROWING INTO MY INNERMOST SELF, HIS 11-INCH ALPHA SHAFT PUNCTURED MY ANAL RING, REOPENED THE BEASTIAL WOUNDS, AND ANOINTED MY GUTS WITH HIS STREAMING MAN LUBE. MY BACK ARCHED, BUT NOT IN PAIN, ONLY ULTIMATE ECSTASY AS HE WOUND DEEPER THROUGH MY GUTS AND HIS BODILY FLUIDS SOOTHED ALL ACHES AND PAINS, HEALED MY WOUNDS SEEN AND UNSEEN, AND GIFTED ME WITH HIS BLESSINGS. My body was used as an extended, unholy sheath for Mr. Stockton’s dick. My eyes closed, my mind was inundated with images of bodies past, present, future, and of what could be - and what must be. That weird electric orgasmic feeling that I had gotten previously hit me like a hurricane hits the Caribbean and all reason and thought was replaced by my unbridled need for him to fuck me, use me, and breed me deeper than I had ever been taken. Time stopped, or sped up, or slowed down, I’m not really sure, but when I opened my eyes again, sweat was pouring off Mr. Stockton’s hairy body, his hands now cradle the sides of my head in a dominant lock, and his entire eyes had gone to a deeper red, almost black as he slammed raw into my offered ass again – and again – and again. Mr. Stockton stopped. His eyes slowly returned to a semi-normal state, where the whites became a dull gray and the iris became the blood red moons. His lip curled, he growled deep from his chest. I knew it was time. Our bodies drew apart, one limb untangled from the next. Mr. Stockton grabbed three pillows from the head of the bed and placed them on the side edge. I rolled over, my stomach on the pillows, my knees tucked up tight, my feet dangling over the edge, and with my arms holding the pillows tight under me I stuck my ass up and out, letting my own scents and desires lead this alpha daddy on. I was open, ready, and waiting, and Mr. Stockton slammed his mighty dick into my quivering ass and yelled loud enough to rattle the windows. His massive hands landed with a thud on either side of me as he arched his body to scrape me deep, to dig me out, and to prepare me for what was to come. AT THE MOMENT I HAD NO IDEA WHERE IT CAME FROM, BUT I YELLED, “FUCK ME LIKE THE BEAST! TAKE ME LIKE HE DID! DON’T STOP! TAKE ME!” The hot breath on my back shifted from a humid summer morning, to the gates of Hell. The deep, chested growls grew louder so that my ears hurt and thrummed within my skull. My peripheral vision caught – but did not fully process in the moment – the changing of Mr. Stockton’s hands from those of a daddy, to the clawed extremities of an alpha – which shredded the sheets and mattress beneath our writhing bodies with frightening ease and drew a trail of destruction as they pulled back. There was no tenderness now as the alpha mounted me fully. Each thrust was a forced entry designed to prepare me for what lay ahead. The swollen shaft would withdraw all the way and slam back in. Over and over in steady rhythm to ensure I would submit wholly and without reservation. I was not in pain in a bad way. Did it hurt? Fuck yes. Did I want it? Fuck yes. Did it have to be so rough? Fuck yes. The chaser in me knew that the best way to get a top’s toxic load in me was to be torn open, my insides made bloody and raw and my gut lining exposed to their venomous cum. The pup’s instinct in me told me there was more to come from my alpha and in offering myself this way, in feeling his desire and pleasure with every thrust, my own ecstasy built. ALL SUCH THOUGHTS HOWEVER COULD NOT QUITE PREPARE ME. THE ALPHA’S DICK SWELLED LONGER, THICKER, STRETCHING ME EVEN MORE. I COULD TAKE IT, I WOULD TAKE IT. HIS GROWLS AND PANTING LABORED BREATHS LET ME KNOW HE WAS GETTING CLOSE TO BREEDING ME AND I STEADIED MYSELF, HELD FIRM, AND WELCOMED THE INUNDATION AS THE BACK SIDE OF THE STORM UNLEASHED ITS DOWNPOURS. THE ORGASMIC FEELINGS I HAD EXPERIENCED EVEN EARLIER WERE NOTHING COMPARED TO HIS SEED INSIDE ME. MY STOMACH FILLED WITH HIS ALPHA SPERM AS HE DEPOSITED FAR MORE THAN ANY NORMAL MAN EVER COULD. MY GUTS BURNED AND WELCOMED HIS GIFT, AND THEN IT BEGAN. A PRESSURE FAINT AND GROWING JUST INSIDE MY ASS RING AS HIS CUM CONTINUED TO POUR FORTH FROM HIS EVIL EYE. THE PRESSURE INCREASED EVER OUTWARD, ALL WHILE HE CONTINUED TO NUTT ME. I KNEW HIS DICK WAS STILL IN ME, BUT THIS FELT LIKE A FIST HAD BEEN ADDED AS WELL. MORE AND MORE THE BASE OF HIS SHAFT SWELLED UNTIL MY ASS RING WAS STRETCHED AND PLUGGED BY AN ALPHA KNOT UNIMAGINABLY LARGE. The alpha’s pants and growls continued and I could feel his dick still pulsing deep within me, but he no longer thrusted in and out and I whispered over and over, “Thank you, thank you, thank you….” As his knot held tight, locking us together, ensuring that I was forever marked as. I knew my life had changed at the moment. Exactly how in all the little ways did not matter. What did matter was that I had found where I belonged, or I should say to whom I belonged. A bond had been created, although it was only the first step to a greater bond than I could have ever dreamed. Time flowed back to the normal tick-tock of the mantel clock. I closed my eyes, embracing the moment, not wanting it to leave me, but as with all things, that too passed. Mr. Stockton was kissing the back of my neck and I could feel his knot and shaft softening and then WHOOSH as the grip it had in my ass was released and he slid out of me followed by the backwash of what felt like a hundred fucks. Mr. Stockton tenderly reached down, lifted me up, placed me prone on the bed and as he slid his left arm under my neck and snuggled up against my wet backside, he quietly said, “We need to talk.” I couldn’t help but laugh as I picked at the shredded sheet and mattress that surrounded us, pinching remnants of them between two fingers and said, “You think?” Stay tuned for Chapter 4 – My Happy Ending

Fuck that sounds hot. WIsh I could find some tina around these parts....

Bareback furry here, living in the uk. Would love talking with more raw furs who love doing it unprotected

Been a long wait for this one, my apologies... **************************************************** I stared at the screen for a moment thinking about it. All the years of hearing Doug sexualize Troy and my head was spinning with lust and fear. Realizing I was taking to long to respond I typed quickly, “On my way.” I grabbed my keys and in less than five minutes I was pulling into his driveway. I hit my pipe a few times before I left, knowing it would only help and left it in the car. Troy doesn't do that. I walked right in and found porn playing on the TV in the den with a bottle of poppers right beside it. I grabbed the bottle and sampled, very nice. The porn was planting something, I recognized it from my own collection. Both buzzes hit me at once, also the same moment he came from the bedroom with an open robe. That big cock swinging between his legs, smile on his face. He brushed it in front of my face and he walked past. My position on the couch and proximity to the coffee table left little room for him to get passed. He reclined beside me on the couch, exposed on on display. I hit the bottle a few times and settled in to enjoy my meal. No cock ever tasted better. A beautiful piece of seven inch thick cock slide slowly into my mouth. I had had plenty of time to salivate to accommodate this beauty. I sucked hard and deep as long as I could but eventually I had to resurface. Perfect opportunity to hit the poppers before returning to my duty. I sucked the head briefly before jerking him slowly so I could lick and suck on his balls. I sucked him after that for as long as he let me, but not long enough. I had thought that maybe I could get him off with a blowjob and that would be fine. But it seemed only a short time later when he pulled me off of that delicious tool and turned me around on my knees. I grabbed the bottle and let me eyes roll back in my head as he sank his tongue in my ass. Pure heaven and I kept the bottle right there because I knew what would inevitable happen. And it did, first a finger then a thumb. He finally pulled back and sat on the couch and struggled with something, I looked back. He was putting a condom on. I was relieved as he came back rubbing lube on me and his cock and slowly sank into me. Thank god for poppers. It hurt at first but was bearable, eventually he settled into a rhythm and kept plowing away. Definitely worth the poppers. He pulled out and laid back on the couch. I took my cue to mount and reposition and lowering myself on his still sheathed cock. After several failed attempts at comfortable entry I hit the poppers again and lowered myself onto him just as he removed the condom. Instantly I felt the difference and told him so as I started milking his cock. I rode him for ten minutes before he got his strength back and flipped me over onto my back and sank quickly into a position that allowed for a steady rhythm and deep penetration. His breathing quicked and I head those words I dreaded, “I'm gonna cum soon.” My head was swimming with everything and the ecstasy. “Do you want me to pull out?” I quickly nodded and closed my eyes as I was close to unload myself. He pulled out of me and pushed my legs higher, taking his cock and beating it. It wasn't long before he was firing shot after shot of cum at me freshly plowed hole. I could feel in splashing on my ass and felt at least one spray find and coat my hole. He wiped the cum from his cock on my ass and kept my legs elevated while he used his fingers to pool the remaining cum on my hole while I strained to keep it closed. With the remaining cum pooled where he wanted it he circled my pucker with his finger. I watched him intently as he looked at me and said, “I pulled out.” After he spoke he slowly pushed his finger into my hole bring his load with it. It was at that moment I lost control of myself and started announcing my own climax. As cum started erupting from my hard-as-it-has-ever-been cock, he rocked me back and in one motion his finger was replaced by his cock forcing the rest of his load deep into my sore ass. He stroked viciously while I came all over myself. Finally after it subsided he pulled out of me and went to take a shower. I put my clothes back on quickly and left, returning home still dazed with everything but feeling completely satisfied.

In Woodburn (exit 271 of I-5), about half-way between Portland and Salem. Always looking for bareback pig fuckbuds. Love group play with uninhibited, filthy pigs. So, where's the breeding party?

Part 2 I picked up my boy and bent him over the chair. "Stick out your ass baby," I instructed him, and he arched his back showing me his sweet little pink cherry. There are few things I like more than the first taste of a virgins hole, and this one looked luscious. I kneeled down and lightly kissed his pink pucker and he slightly moaned. I licked around the outside a bit before I planted my lips against the sweet, sweet hole. Damn he tasted good. So fresh. So sweet. I dug my tongue in as far as I could, tasting my fresh new victim before his hole would become a gaping, sloppy gash. I ate that boypussy for a good 20 minutes while my baby boy moaned like a little whore. I finally pulled myself off of it and pulled out a little baggie. This baggie and some nice size rocks and I pulled one out and placed it on his opening with the tip of my finger. Slowly I pushed it into him and he hissed a little as it started to burn. I just slid my finger in deep, and worked that rock around into his tender membranes, rubbing it hard while he continued to moan. I turned him around and sat back on the chair, pulling him into my lap. He went crazy kissing me, trying to devour my tongue. I started pinching his nipples which only made him crazier. I knew I had me a true slut. I stood up and gathered up his clothes. "We're going to change booths," I told him. He looked a little confused, but was already too high to disagree. I stuck a finger up his ass and guided him out into the hallway toward my favourite booth, one that had glory holes in both sides. It was time to put my bitch to work. We passed several men in the hallway, some who knew me and knew what I was up too. They leared at the naked boy attached to my finger, knowing what was in store for him. I closed the door in the new booth and pushed my boy down to his knees. Almost instantly a cock poked through a hole, hard and dripping. "Suck that cock baby boy," I told him. "I want to watch you suck it." I held the poppers under his nose as he took several long drags, fueling his lust further. He crawled to the cock and started sucking it. I could tell he was inexperienced, but that was ok. I let him take his time, and he was doing ok. Soon the cock started to shoot, and I pulled my boy off after the first couple squirts in his mouth so the rest could go on his face and hair. My boy was going to be a dirty bitch and I wanted him to start looking like it. Another cock appeared on the other side and my boy didn't have to be told what to do. He dove on that cock as I held more poppers under his nose, reving him up more. This time I held his head and pushed it back and forth on the cock, forcing it down his throat, stretching him open. When the cock started cumming I pushed his face right against the wall so it was shooting down his throat. Then I pulled him off and coated his face with the rest. He was starting to look like a real cumslut. More poppers and a third cock to suck, and I started fingering his hole. Quickly I had two, then three fingers sliding in and out as the third cock erupted in his mouth. Without being told he pulled off and milked the rest of the load all over his face. Damn he was easy, and I knew he was ready for the next step. The next cock that came through he started sucking it. After he got it nice and wet I pulled him off and turned him around. More poppers and I grabbed his ass cheeks and spread them as I pushed him down on the cock. "Sit on it baby boy," I breathed in his ear. "Relax and let it in you." The kid was so high it took no effort before he had the cock all the way in his pussy. I just held him against the wall as the cock drilled in and out of his hole. He moaned and grunted while he took his first fuck. "Good boy. Now you're learning what your pussy is. You're gonna make Jesse real happy!" He just continued to moan as the cock pumped his ass full of cum for the first time in his young life. Without even pulling away from the hole in the wall, a new cock quickly pushed into my boy, fucking him and getting his hole wetter and looser, and depositing another load in his guts. I opened the door of the booth and saw a buddy out side. I handed him the bottle of poppers and told him to keep an eye on my bitch for a few. "Make sure his holes are getting used! I'll be back very shortly" I grabbed the kids clothes except for his underwear and left the arcade. I tossed his clothes into my car, taking his wallet out of his jeans. I could sell his clothes easy for a few bucks. The Jordans should bring a little more. Then I grabbed his keys and went to the Escalade. I looked in his wallet, $300 bucks in cash, not bad. Stupid kid didn't even know enough to not bring money to a bookstore. A couple credit cards too. Wouldn't take me long to run them up. Daddy would just think they were stolen anyway. I looked around the Escalade for anything else, but found nothing. I looked at the kids ID. Blake Darby. He lived in the Heights. I knew it. Big houses up there. Blakey boy was in for a wild couple of weeks! I returned to the arcade, and slipped into an adjoining booth. I wanted to watch my new slut in action secretly. My buddy just stood there as Blake rode another anonymous cock through the hole. He looked blitz and he just pushed his ass back onto the partition, taking it as deep as he could. My buddy knelt in front of him and fed him his cock. Blake sucked it like a pro already. I watched my boy get spit roasted through the hole as both cocks filled him with more cum. I decided we had spent enough time in the bookstore and it was time for the next phase. I entered the booth and looked at my new slut. Cum dripped off his face and leaked out his no longer virgin hole. I just grabbed his shorts and told him to put them on, we're leaving. He didn't even hesitate or ask where the rest of his clothes were. He pulled on his shorts and I stuck my hand down the back, sticking two fingers in his dripping cunt. I guided him out into the hallway and out of the bookstore to his vehicle. I tossed him in the passenger side and off we went to Daddy's house in the Heights.

Part 6 The Sun was already up when we exited the bath house, the large plug lodged deep in my ass. I guessed it had to be Sunday morning. My thoughts drifted to my family. I knew they would be heading to church soon, then probably having a BBQ in the backyard, as they did almost every Sunday. I almost wished I could join them, but I was too far down the devil's path to return. We drove back through the city, with me on the floor of the truck, and eventually into a garage. I immediately recognized it as being Mr. Jackson's garage. My heart raced as I started to panic. Why were we here? Was he going to send me back home already, high as a kite and full of strangers cum? My mind raced as he dragged me into his house and upstairs into a bed room. He threw me on a bed and locked my collar to a short chain so I couldn't go anywhere, then he left me. I don't know how long I was alone up there, time was fuzzy to me. After a while I could hear the voices of my family in the backyard as Dad got the BBQ going. I thought of yelling out to them, but didn't know if they would even hear me. Plus I was scared of angering Mr. Jackson. I had quickly learned he had ways to punish me if he wanted too. After a while I heard voices downstairs, several mens voices, and I quickly concluded I was going to be in for some more fucking. Mr. Jackson just came up the stairs and released the chain from my collar. He then guided me over to a window. This window happened to overlook my family's backyard. I could see everyone. He then took my wrists and attached the cuffs to hooks that had short chain's hanging down, forcing me to hang in the window, arms spread apart. Panic surged in me again. If I could see my family, all they had to do was look up into the window and see me hanging there naked. I started to object and Mr. Jackson just silenced me with the ball gag. I felt the now familiar band go around my arm as I was once again stuck with a needle and the familiar rush rocked my body. The plug was pulled out of me and another strange man pushed his cock into me. He held my hips and fucked me while I stared in horror out the window to my family below. "That's it Slut." Mr. Jackson said as I took a cock up my cunt. "Look at your family. Look, there's Daddy and Mommy, and all your brothers and sister's. Look at them enjoying themselves while their depraved faggot son is taking cock right next to them! What would happen if they looked up here and saw you?" I shook in fear as tears rolled down my cheeks again. The man just kept fucking me deep and hard. "Oh look slut, there's your pastor and his wife joining them. Should I call them and tell them to look up here?" I frantically shook my head no as the guy fucking me dumped his load in my guts, mingling with all the other loads already in me. He pulled out and another guy pushed in. "That's right slut, take that cock like you were born to do. Watch your family while you get bred. This may be the last time you ever see them!" I cried knowing this was probably true. I could never return to them now that the devil had claimed me for his own. I just hung there as two more men came in and fucked me, adding more and more cum into my guts while my family ate below, oblivious to the depravity going on over them. After the last guy pumped his cum up into me, Mr. Jackson held a rag over my nose and mouth and I inhaled a new smell. Instantly my head spun more and my ass begged for more cock. Mr. Jackson just started putting fingers up in me, working them in and out. Deeper and deeper he pushed his hand into my wet hole until he pushed really hard and his hand popped through. I screamed into the gag as I felt his hand slide up deep into my bowels. I watched my family through tears as his arm pumped up and down, ripping my cunt further apart. "Take it whore! Take your Masters fist in your slutty cunt! This is your destiny! You are forever a worthless fuckhole for anything I want to put in you. You will never return to your family. You are mine for as long as I want, until I've used you up so much you'll never be good for anything else!" He grabbed my cock with his other hand and jerked it while he milked my from the inside. Soon shot after shot flew out of my dick all over the window as I jerked on Mr. Jackson's arm. When I had finished, he pulled it out of me. I could feel hot liquid running out of my wrecked hole and down my legs. Mr. Jackson just laughed. "Your cunt is bleeding like a true pussy now!" He unhooked my wrists and I just fell to the floor in a heap, my mind trying to grasp all that had happened to me in the last couple of days. Trying to fully grasp the reality of my new existence. Later that afternoon, I was in the living room, strapped down to a fuck bench with Mr. Jackson's big cock buried in my cunt. He picked up his phone and dialed a number. "Hello Zeke." he said as he ground his pubes into my tender, sore, inflamed ass lips. Oh my God! He was taking to my father! "Yes, Jacob is fine. More than fine!" My heart was in my throat! "Well I was just calling because I happen to be home, no, Jacob is still up at the cabin, but I was wondering if I might also be able to employ the services of Elijah as well." Oh shit! Elijah was my 19 year old brother! "Yes, well my back isn't what it used to be, and I could really use another boy to help out. Yes, I would be leaving again tonight if he could be ready to go right away. I don't have the cash on me to pay you upfront, but I can certainly do so after the work is done. Excellent, I'll see him very shortly." My blood ran cold as he hung up the phone. He continued to fuck me until about 15 minutes later the doorbell rang. One of the men went to answer it and I heard Elijah's voice. "Um, Mr. Jackson was expecting me?" "Right this way son." the man said. My brother walked into the living room and froze as he saw me, tied down with Mr. Jackson's cock buried in my ass. "What the....." he started to say as two men grabbed him, forcing a rag over his face. My brother struggled hard for a minute, but was no match physically for the two men holding him. He eventually went unconscious and fell to the floor as Mr. Jackson flooded my guts with another load. "This is working out better than I could have ever hoped."

Part 4 The 4 men were spent. My throbbing hole oozed cum, and I just lay on the floor, my brain spinning in a million directions at once. I still felt shame at being raped by these 4 black men, but I also still craved more cock inside me, fucking me, pounding me, breeding me like a common bitch. I was so confused. Without a word Mr. Jackson approached me with something in his hand I had never seen. It was long like a big dick, and got wider near the end of it, really wide, then it suddenly narrowed and had a base on it. "Pull his legs up!" He told one of the men. My legs were quickly pulled over my head, exposing my dripping hole. Mr. Jackson started to push this thing into me, stretching my asslips further open until it reached a painful point, at which he stopped. Looking down, I could see some of it still sticking out of me. Mr. Jackson just stood up and lined his boot up with the end. Raising his leg, he kicked the end full force, ramming the rest of it all the way in me with one brutal thrust. "AAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGG" I screamed as I saw stars and almost passed out. Mr. Jackson just hit my shock collar and the men all laughed as I jerked around the floor, screaming and crying, pain engulphing my body from head to toe. Eventually it subsided a bit and the men grabbed me. One forced a ball into my mouth, buckeling it right around my head. Another grabbed my ankles, tightly wrapping rough rope around and around immobilizing my legs, and another grabbed my arms and did the same behind my back. Then I was picked up and placed into a leather body bag and zipped up tight. I could hear the men leaving as I was left bound in darkness. I have no idea how long I spent like this. I know it was hours. I had lost all sense of time. I tried not to think about the position I was in. Just yesterday I was happily at home with my family, and now I was literally a piece of fucked up property with no idea or even say about what was going to happen to me. My body ached. My jaw ached. And mostly my ass ached with what felt like a log jammed up there. My head spun, my heart raced, and I alternated between screaming and crying and praying into my gag, all while I sweated buckets. After who knows how many hours I spent like this, I suddenly felt myself being picked up and thrown over Mr. Jackson's shoulders. I was carried and dumped into the back of the truck, and felt it start to drive away from the cabin to God only knew where. We drove for what must have been a couple hours. I could tell we were back in the city by all the sounds around me, even though I was still in my dark cocoon. Eventually we stopped and Mr. Jackson got out of the cab and unzipped my sack. "Don't say a word slut!" He ordered me as he undid my gag and untied my arms and legs. "I told you I was your pimp now, and your about to make your first sale." I secretly wept a little inside as I realized I was really going to be made into a prostitute. Another step closer to the devil. He just attached a leash to my collar and pulled me off the truck. Thankfully it was dark, so no one could really see me as I was led naked to the front door of a run down house. Mr. Jackson rang the bell and we were admitted inside. It was dimly lit but I could see several people. On the couch was a woman passed out while a guy was fucking her. In the corner sat a young shirtless guy pushing a needle into his arm, his eyes rolling back into his head as he pushed the plunger. He was really skinny and sickley looking. Mr. Jackson just led me past these people into a back bedroom. There were two black men in there sitting on a dirty bed, passing a glass pipe between them. The larger of the two stood up and leered at me. "Dis the Jesus boy? Damn....mighty fine piece of white boy pussy!" He said handing Mr. Jackson a bag of powder. "His cunt nice and stretched?" "It needs a lot more stretching!" Mr. Jackson laughed pushing me face down onto the bed. "But it's got a good start!" With that he grabbed the huge plug in my ass and ripped it out hard. I howled as a new burning tore through my body yet I felt oddly empty. I wouldn't have to wait. Almost immediately a cock almost as huge as the plug slid deep up into me. My poor ass had no choice but to take him. The other guy held the pipe up to my mouth and told me to suck. Without hesitation I put my lips around it and inhaled my first ever hit. He made me hit it several times while the big guy kept fucking me. When the pipe was empty, he grabbed my thighs and started to pound me as hard as he could. His cock curved upward and relentlessly rammed a spot deep inside me that set me on fire. Soon I was moaning and grunting like a true whore, begging for it harder and harder. He gave me all he had, grabbing my hair and pulling my head back, bending my body while he pummeled me. "Damn nice pussy! You found a good one here! It's almost a shame he's going to eventually be a worthless used up cumdump! Take it you little whore! You ain't nothin but a little meth whore! Take my cum you faggot!" He buried himself balls deep and unloaded his seed far into my guts. I just panted and moaned as I felt his cock throb. After he pulled out the other guy stuck his cock in me. He wasn't as big, but I didn't care. I just wanted him in me, fucking me, using my pussy as a cumdump. He rode me for a while before he too shot his load in my hungry pussy. When the men had finished, Mr. Jackson just pulled me off the bed and pushed me into the living room, past the boy in the corner and the passed out woman on the couch. The guy that had fucked her was long gone. "That will be you one day, Jesus boy. A fucked up, passed out hole for anyone to dump in." I shuddered a bit at the thought, as my dick got hard at the thought. Mr. Jackson just pushed me out the door and into the truck cab, pushing me onto the floor. I just lay there, my ass dripping fresh cum as we drove off to our next stop.

Part 5 We relaxed on my bed. None of us able to sleep being wired from the T and generally being sexually charged. 18 year boy's are always horny, especially after their true desires have been awakened. I spent the rest of the night keeping them on edge but unable to get hard because of the chastity cages. All their sexual lust was focused on their still dripping holes. I would take turns dildoing their cunts, working them deep, then pulling it out, feeding them each others ass juices. After a while I had to piss, as I'm sure the boy's did too as I made them drink a lot of water to stay hydrated. I guided them into my shower and pushed them to their knees. Placing my cock in Brodi's eager mouth, I started to piss. Without even being instructed, he instinctively swallowed down my Tina urine. I eased my flow out so he wouldn't choke too much. After he gulped down a few good swallows, I pulled out and gave my cock to Benji. He eagerly engulphed my dick and swallowed down the rest of what I had in me. When I was empty I took my foot and pushed Brodi down onto the floor and leaned into Benji and said, "piss on your brother! Do it! He's a fucking pig! Show him whose boss!" Benji let loose with a groan, showering his brother with his piss. Brodi just took it, rubbing it all overhimself, opening his mouth wide to drink what he could. "Look at you pig!" I said to him. "Yea, wallow in your brothers piss. That's what you are now boy, a dirty little piggy!" Brodi let loose with his own flow, further soaking himself. When the boy's were empty I took them back to the bed without rinsing off. Nothing like the smell of a teenage pig, one that reeked of cum, sweat, and piss. I was so turned on I just had to fuck Brodi again. I pushed him on his back and grabbed his legs, ramming my hard cock into him as deep and hard as I could. His new found pussy sucked my cock right into him. I pulled Benji onto Brodi's mouth so he could eat out his brother as he got fucked. Benji and I made out as we used his brother for our pleasure, sqeezing and pulling his tender, pink nipples, making him grunt and oink like a true pig boy. I pounded his ass for almost half an hour before I finally shot another load deep into my new cumdump. I pulled out of him, exhausted, falling back onto the bed. The boy's simultaneously like my cock clean, then snuggled up next to me. We just rested for the rest of the night, saving our energy for what would happen tomorrow.

Part 8 On the bus back home, Josh had lots of time to contemplate the trigger he just pulled: Not even out to most people in his life, he just had sex on camera with another man. And it wasn’t just porn, it would be perceived as pretty fucked up porn to most of the world: he begged for, and probably got, multiple STDs on film. But ever since he’d read that ad online, with the photo of Luke, he knew this was what he wanted. He pulled it up on his smart phone as the bus barreled down the highway towards his hometown: Neg Jock Sought for BB Porn Top $$ paid for neg jock to be fucked bare on film. Likely to be a bug chasing fetish blockbuster, we’re seeking a hot guy to take it in the ass raw by this radioactive jock (see pic attached). Likely exposure to HIV, Herpes, Gonorrhea, Syphilis, and more. Potential for sequels, porn stardom, and lots of cash. That ad, placed by Steve, led to countless chats online, pics exchanged, cam sessions and more, to the point of Josh finding him self lusting for Luke’s cum all day and night. He grinned, moving his backpack over his lap to cover his growing erection. Luke was everything he’d imagined him to be. His body was like a Greek statue, muscled and veiny. His lips drew him in to be kissed. His big dick seemed made for reaming Josh’s ass. His smell was masculine but sweet. He was perfect. And now, Luke’s DNA pulsed in Josh's body. Whatever Luke had, he now likely had. He was Luke’s progeny. Whatever symptoms arose within him, his god Luke had also experienced them. They were becoming one. He felt his phone vibrate with a new text message from Luke. “We have an idea for an additional scene. We gotta have more. Can you come back next weekend?” Josh replied “For you, anything!” A wet spot emerged through Josh’s jeans, and he gazed out the window. *** “This is Billy.” Steve said to Josh. Billy had lost a lot of weight since his first fuck session with Luke, but he still had his mischievous grin and bad boy appeal. “Hi there.” Josh said. On first impression, Billy wasn’t attractive. He was older, his eyes were a bit sunken, and the all-over tattoos were not doing it for him. “Billy is going to fuck you today on camera, Josh, and it’s gonna be fucking awesome.” Steve said. Luke looked at Josh and read his look of trepidation. “Billy’s fucked me a lot, Josh. He’s part of me, and by association he’s already part of you. You taking his load today is important for us.” “OK, for you.” Josh replied to Luke, with a bit of a laugh. Luke took Josh into another room to get him ready for the shoot. He kissed him and sucked his dick for a bit. “Imagine it’s me fucking you. And know that it’s more of my DNA you’re taking” were Luke’s final words to him as they emerged back into the room, now set for filming. “Action.” Steve said. The camera man panned up Josh’s body. He had a semi hard dick, leftover from Luke’s foreplay, but his arousal was dissipating. As the camera got to Josh’s face, he looked visibly nervous. “Josh, you look nervous. Are you?” The cameraman said. “Yeah, a little bit.” A lie. He was very nervous now. He didn't want to get fucked by this stranger. The camera panned to Billy’s face, who could be seen looking up and down on his conquest with pleasure. “This is Billy.” “Hey.” Billy replied with a smile. The camera started panning down Billy’s inked up body. It lingered at the letters “HIV” above his cock, then focused a bit on his curved dick and down his legs. Billy had taken a couple pills to ensure an erection, and his dick was throbbing, perhaps harder than he’d ever been. “What are we here for today?” The camera guy asked. “I’m gonna fuck this kid up with my charged-up load.” Billy said. Josh looked off camera at Luke, longing for it to be Luke in Billy’s position. He tried stroking his dick, but it wasn’t hardening. Billy decided to waste no time with foreplay, so he bent Josh over the bed and squirted a glob of lube onto his fingers. He finger fucked Josh’s ass, ascending from one to three fingers without much delay. Another glob of lube, and a fourth digit entered the ginger stud, stretching his hole and warranting a shriek of pain from Josh. “Let’s do this” Billy finally said. Josh was bent over, head turned toward the camera, and he caught a glimpse of Luke jerking off. This made him feel a little better about the situation. Lube drained from the bottle to the tip of Billy’s throbbing, curved, uncut dick. “I’m gonna destroy this cunt, you faggot.” He said. “Fuck me,” Josh whimpered instinctively as he saw precum glistening on Luke’s dick head in the distance. Billy spread Josh’s ass cheeks with his hands and lined up the head of his dick against Josh’s hole. He pushed his hips forward, and contact was made. Josh closed his eyes, knowing the pain that was about to ensue, but loving the feeling of a dick against his hole, even this unknown cock. Billy entered Josh's fuck chute slowly, as Josh was really tight and tense still. As the shaft was about mid-way in, Josh wasn’t sure he could take any more. Perhaps it was the bend in Billy's dick or its stiffness or just his disinterest in this fuck, but Billy’s dick felt like it was ripping him open. “Ow! Oh fuck, stop, just. . . slow. I can’t.” were among the words and phases Josh uttered as Billy forged ahead without care. A tear ran down Josh's face. What was he doing? About thirty seconds later, Billy said “Feel my balls against your grundle you whore? I’m fucking all the way in you, you cum slut.” He signaled for the camera to move around to capture the moment as he held his diseased dick deep inside the boy. “And now I’m gonna death fuck you, you bitch.” Josh winced as Billy pulled almost completely out and then slammed balls deep again. Billy’s dick was raging hard, pulsing, throbbing, unyielding. He was skewering Josh, stabbing mercilessly at his prostate. Finally, he pulled out completely, flipped Josh around, and pushed him onto his back. Grabbing Josh’s ankles, he held his legs up, spread them wide and inserted his dick again. “I want you to look me in my eyes when I shoot my toxic load in you.” Josh looked up at Billy. He wasn’t sure what he was doing letting this dude fuck him (on camera no less). What had gotten into him? Billy’s thrusts got more intense as Josh studied the torso of the man who’s bare dick was inside him. He wasn’t at all like his obsession, Luke. He was skinny, if not sickly, and pale. Tatted up. Perhaps even a little dirty. Josh’s dick remained soft, but a little precum emerged as it bounced on his stomach while Billy terrorized his ass. “I’m close you bitch. You’re about to get my radioactive jizz. You’re looking at your fate. At Luke’s fate. You’re nothing but a toxic cum dump now. No meds. Just fucks.” Josh moaned as he looked into Billy’s eyes and saw them roll back. “FUUUUCCCCKKKKK!!! Billy screamed. “FUCK!!! I’m shooting in you! Fuck your ruined ass feels good!!! Oh shit, oh god, ooooh, oooh yeah.” A flood of semen invaded Josh's tight ass. The skin of Billy's dick was now completely frictionless against Josh's guts because of a soup of diseased sperm. Billy dropped Josh’s ankles, and his legs fell to the floor beside Billy’s. After a few seconds, Billy pulled his cock out of the pale white ass of Josh, pulling with it a bit of blood pink-tinged cum and ass juice. “That’s a fucking wrap.” Billy said into the camera.

Part 3 I left the boys for a moment while I was texting and getting "fresh" sodas. The responses started coming quickly, 18 year old twins are a rate find, and soon I had 12 of my buddies coming over in a little bit. Handing them their new drinks, I also popped a little blue pill in their mouths. A freshly loaded pipe was passed around, and my boys were loaded and hard. I grabbed Brodi and pulled him onto me, sitting him on my cock as I layed on the carpet. Like a good slut he moaned as he slid down my veiny cock, setteling his pink pussy into my pubes. Then I grabbed Benji and pulled his ass to my face. He sat down on my tongue and I licked and sucked the cum out I had deposited in him. Both boys moaned as their cunts were being put to use. I pushed Benji forward into his brother, and the twins started kissing each other deeply. I didn't want to miss seeing that hot show, so I pushed the boys off of me. Benji fell back onto the carpet and I guided Brodi between his legs. "Fuck your brother." I whispered in his ear. Brodi spread his twins legs and lined his hard cock to the waiting hole. Benji let out a deep, guttural moan as his brother slid his cock into him. He wrapped his arms and legs around Brodi, pulling his cock in deep and locking his mouth onto his brother. Brodi went into overdrive, pounding his brother frantically as they made out. Fuck it was so hot watching the incest taking place right in front of me. I couldn't help but think they had been wanting this for a long time, and I had finally freed them up to fufill their desires. Brodi just pounded the shit out of Benji for at least 15 minutes before he pulled his mouth away. "I'm gonna cum bro! Fuck yea! Take my cum!" He shook and twitched as he pumped his load into his brother. Benji just begged him for it. "Oh god Brodi! Do it! Fuckin cum in me bro!" He pulled Brodi as deep into him as he could while he took his brothers load. When Brodi had finished, I pulled him up and laid his chest on the couch. He was still breathing hard from his orgasm. I just grabbed Benji and pushed him up to Brodi's waiting ass. "Fuck your brother man!" I ordered him. "Fuck him like he fucked you!" Dazed in drugs and lust, Benji rammed full force into Brodi, grabbing his hips and riding him hard. "Take my cock bitch!" He yelled at his brother. I was surprised at the dominance coming from him. "Take it bro! TAKE MY FUCKING LOAD YOU BITCH!" He pumped his brother full and collapsed on his back, licking Brodi's ear as he drained his load. Pulling out, he turned Brodi over and the boys started kissing furiously. I just smiled as I watched, knowing what I had awakened in them. As they made out, I pushed a plug into each of them to hold in the cum. The plugs popped in easily. "All right boys, the night has just begun." I told them. "The real party is going to start real soon!"

Part 2 Friday finally arrived, and I had big plans for the twins! After tonight they would be my little fucksluts for the rest of the summer. I knew once I had them hooked in they wouldn't be able to refuse hard cock, mine, or anyone else's. And I had plenty of party supplies on hand to guarantee my success. They came over as planned for another "movie" night, and I was just in my underwear as usual. Instead of beer this time, I handed them glasses of soda and told them there was booze in them. Of course it was G that was in their drinks. We settled down to watch 300, which I of course picked for all the hot practically naked men. Soon the boys were getting loose and relaxed, and I noticed, erect in their shorts. Time to introduce the big guns. I brought out a glass pipe I had preloaded with a hefty load of shards. "You guys ever had T?" I asked. "No man." Brodi said, rolling his head toward me. "What's it like?" "Dude," I said, "if you thought weed was great, this shit kicks its ass!" I lit the pipe and melted the shards till it started filling up with white smoke. Holding it up to Brodi's pink lips, I told him to suck. He inhaled it deep, and coughed a bit. Then I held it up to Benji and looked deep in his eyes. "Suck boy." I told him, and he took a big hit, and coughed like his brother. I sat between them and passed it back and forth, from one pouty pink mouth to the other. Each boy had 4 big hits before it was empty, their blue eyes turning glassy and black. I had them. I let their first rush settle in a bit, while I casually rubbed their hairless thighs, eliciting light moans from them. I could feel the sexual heat building up in them as I moved closer to their cocks. Benji grabbed my hand and placed it right on his hard dick. "Patience boy," I said to him. "All in good time." I knew they thought I was going to suck them off again, but little did they know what was truely in store for them. I stood and replaced the movie with a nasty gay porn from T.I.M. Soon the tv was filled with images of hot bareback sex. I loaded a fresh pipe, and took the first hit myself. Turning to Benji, I placed my mouth on his and pinched his nipples. He gasped and instinctively inhaled as I blew in his mouth. I slipped my tongue in him, meeting no resistance. I sucked on his tongue and pinched his pink tits for a minute as he melted into me. Taking another hit, I did the same thing to Brodi, again, meeting no resistance from the supposedly straight boy. We all hit the pipe a few more times till it was gone, the boys flying high. "Do you like?" I asked, already knowing the answer. "Fuck yea," said Benji, "feels amazing!" "You ain't felt nothing yet!" I said, pulling his shorts off. "You thought a blowjob was great, feel this!" I rolled the naked boy over, chest on the couch, legs hanging down, and spread his ass cheeks apart. There before me was a perfect pink virgin hole. I shuddered as I dove into it, digging my tongue deep into him, eating his pussy. He just moaned and pushed his ass back on my face, getting as much of me in him as he could. Damn he was going to make a great fuckboy! I pulled off him, and grabbed his brother, putting him in the same position, ripping off his shorts and diving into the identical match of the pussy I just ate. Brodi groaned as I gave him the same treatment, getting his hole nice and juicy. It was all I could do to pull off of him, but it was time for the next step. "Don't move boys!" I said as I got up and retrieved two needeless syringes, inserting them into the twins simultaneously, pushing the plungers, releasing a hefty dose of T into their asses. "This will burn a little, but then it will feel so good!" As they got higher, I started fingering their holes. Soon they were taking two fingers each, and begging for more. I couldn't wait any longer. I grabbed the lube and chose Brodi first. Since I knew he was the more dominant of the two, I wanted him to take my cock first. I grabbed some poppers and held them under his nose. He inhaled several times, and I knew he was ready. I pushed my head into his anus, and it just popped right in. I held him down while I slid it all the way till I was buried. "Oh my God!" He yelled. "Oh fuck! Take it out please!" He begged. I just stayed buried in him. Grabbing his nipples I started to Fuck him while I pinched his titties. Soon his begging for me to pull out turned to begging for me to fuck him. I slammed his sweet hole while his brother watched him. After 10 minutes I pulled out of him and moved to Benji. I gave him poppers and slammed my cock in him hard. He howled out in agony but I didn't care. My dream had come true. I was fucking the Baxter twins! And it was everything I had hoped it would be! Benji was soon moaning and begging for more, just like his brother. I knew I had two hot sluts in the making! I pulled out, and rammed back into Brodi. He took it all, moaning like a whore. I went back and forth between the boys, stretching their cunts, pounding them deep, until I couldn't hold off anymore. "Tell me you want it boys!" I demanded. "Tell me you want me to breed your cunts!" Both boys begged me for it, each one desperate to take my load. I gave Brodi the first couple squirts, shooting deep in his guts before pulling out. Then I slammed Benji and unloaded the rest of my big cumload into him. I pulled out and looked at my work with satisfaction. I had done it. The twins were mine now. My spunk in both their holes, claiming them as my cumdumps. I grabbed my phone. Time to introduce my new sluts to my friends! Awww foxboy, you're my new best (slutty) friend!

Part 3 Luke continued to question what he was doing at Steve’s. While rational thought told him his time with Steve was one bad decision after another, he also found Steve so fucking hot and irresistible – his huge arms, his massive legs, his dark tan skin, so Luke quite willingly followed Steve through the apartment to the bedroom and then into the bathroom. Steve pointed to the big gang-like shower and instructed Luke to get in. As steam began to fill the room, his daddy-god Steve entered the shower too. It was the first time Luke saw Steve without any clothing on, and Luke was instantly obsessed with all he saw. As he took it in, Luke asked “What’s with the bandage?" pointing below Steve’s belly button to the dressing protecting his new ink. “New tattoo. You’ll see it soon enough, and will probably want one of your own.” Steve said as he pulled Luke close for a kiss – their first. They stood in the hot shower spray, Steve’s dick getting hard again as it brushed against Luke’s throbbing cock. Even not knowing what was under the bandage, Luke knew Steve was right, that he’d want that same tattoo as well some day. He wanted to be marked as Steve’s. They kissed sensually in the shower for a while, their bare cocks bobbing erectly below. Turning to the cold marble tile wall, Luke leaned into the stone and spread his legs wide, presenting his ass to Steve to fuck. Steve approached, planting his feet just outside of Luke's, and lined his massive dick head up with Luke's hole. Steve’s prick entered Luke’s cunt with less agony this time: the water and Steve’s pre-cum reduced friction, and Luke's hole was still wrecked from their last fuck session. Steve worked his dick all the way into Luke’s velvety sex chute and knew this boy was becoming his in so many ways. As the shower fuck continued, precum dripped down the cold wall against which Luke’s erection pressed. “I love knowing your inside me” Luke said. He meant it – he loved being a bottom and all that such meant. “I like being in you. Raw. Knowing you’re taking all of me. My dick. My load. My DNA. Everything I am is in you.” This embodied what sex meant to Luke. Perhaps not really grasping all of the consequences of what this meant in this moment, Luke’s boner sprung with excitement and a glob of precum –- to the point of Luke wondering if in fact he came a little -- smeared on the wall against his dick’s head. “Fuuck yes. Make me yours. My ass is yours. My body is yours.” Steve pulled completely out, and then pushed his dick balls deep into Luke. Luke whimpered. Then Steve picked up the pace in pumping his dick in and out of Luke’s hole. Steve’s dick was throbbing and rock hard inside his new fuck toy, and indeed, after a couple of minutes of pounding, Steve announced “I’m gonna cum.” His thrusts became more intense. He pushed all the way into Luke again and screamed “I’m fucking cumming in you, slut.” Another of Steve’s toxic loads shot deep into Luke’s wrecked ass. Luke tensed his ass around the massive dick inside him and also shot a huge load against the wall of the shower, exclaiming “Fuck, that was amazing,” as he twisted around to kiss his inseminator. As their spent dicks again brushed against one another, Luke felt fulfilled and transformed – feelings that were, perhaps unbeknownst to him, both figurative and literal.

Ram's Training Begins. After chatting and flirting and chatting somemore. I convinced Ram that he'd eventually need personal training session. By now, Joseph new well of me and the three of us had chatted online but i kept my focus on Ram. I ignored Joseph which I new was bothering him as I paid more attention to Ram. On two occasions, Ram mentioned that they had had discussions about me and how we flirted, but I would also give Joseph just a little attention so Ram could use that as leverage in those fights. Ram knew quite well that our flirting was getting heavy. He would send me progress pics of himself and i'd make comments that would get his faithful boner hard and he'd have to ask me to stop. To which I apologized and then wouldn't speak to him for a few days, even if he wanted me to. It was a long game but the goal of making him want to cheat. beg to cheat and even more beg to be pozzed repeatedly was well worth it. I learned that both Ram and Joseph were very much vers, and worked my way to the point that Ram felt comfortable talking about sex. we joked about dick size and how Joseph was more of a bottom than Ram and even a bit of a size queen. Ram was more causal but happy to have pride in his thick 7.5 incher. When I had told him about the size of my cock he couldn't help but exlaim during one of our late night chatting sessions. 9.2x6.1?! how the hell do you know that specifically?! boys like to measure. i guess it makes them feel accomplished I mused. here take a look > Holy fucking shit don't send me stuff like that! Ram typed hysterically i could only imagine It's just a dick If joseph saw that he's gonna get pissed. haha, you boys need to chill i'm not gonna fuck either one of you you know you want to You boys are cute, but i'm poz. There was a long pause. several times the ellipses lit up showing he was trying to think of what to say. Man...I'm sorry? For what? I'm proud to be. Really??? Its a rush to know you're completely free. You don't have to worry about it anymore, and also when you find a guy who knows and wants you too. the rush of raw fucking is even more amazing. Wow... you fuck raw?! Yes of course I have meds so its "safe" unless I get off of them. I only fuck raw. That's kind of scary man... Its the hottest sex ever Rambo We never fuck raw...well thats a lie, lol sometimes we do but... You love it raw, don't you boy? hahaha yeah i do... Slowly I planted the seed in his brain that raw seed was what he needed and wanted. Then after more chatting and talking one night he texted me. Hey! big guy! what you doing? Nothing much boi, just here at home. cool...have you worked out already? not yet, was going to soon. cool...I was wondering if i could get that personal training session we talked about... Of course boy, you know I'll give you a good workout anytime haha don't say it like that grrrrr. lol Is joseph going to be joining us, so I know how much water and weights to set up. No...hes out of town with family for the weekend. that cool? of course rambo. He must of raced over or already have been near my place because he arrived within about five minutes. He was decked out in good looking under armor and I suspected he was also wearing some cologne. I opened the door wearing only workout shorts and good jockstrap. "I'll never get use to your body, man," he said as I led him to the garage gym. "You better. You're gonna be seeing a lot of it today." We laughed we joked we worked out. but the sexual tension was building and I loved it. I could feel with every rep I spotted him for the urge to touch the want to put his mouth on me. Creating the chemistry was just part of that fun building him up until he finally caved. We finished up and he laid down on one of the benches. I looked at him and rubbed his chest just once, saying "I'm fucking horny, Rambo." He laughed, then stopped and became serious. "You serious?" In reply I stripped off my shorts and tweaked my nipple. My cock began to grow until it was protruding out of my jock strap. His jaw dropped, so I pushed the envelope a step further saying "I'm gonna go inside and jackoff. You know the way out?" "Y-y-yeah...." "Cool, unless you wanna JO too...." " I should go...." "All right man, great workout," as I walked over and offered a fist bump. When he raised his hands he revealed his own tent in those under armor shorts. He blushed looking from me to my cock to his cock and back. "Jack off with me bro," I urged. "Man...I don't think I should." "Don't worry about it, we won't be gay about it, we already are," I laughed, adding "I won't touch yours if you don't touch mine. The porn's inside." Ram smiled and nodded and followed me inside. I played some raw porn of some hot jock getting fucked and bred by some older daddy. Ram dropped his shorts and sported a respectable thickish seven and a half inch cock, but it was nothing against my niner. We jacked and every so often Ram would look at me as I milked the precum from my dick. "Fuck," he finally muttered as he gave up watching the porn and focused on watching me. I squeezed a big glob of dirty precum and covered my uncut cock with it, and looked at him smiled. He returned my smile and tried to go back to the porn, but within a few seconds was again fixated on me. I let go of my dick and looked directly at Ram, suggesting "Go ahead, give it a tug." He smiled and shook his head looking down at himself. "You know you want to, boy. Give it a tug." He looked into my eyes and i could feel the hunger in him as he reached-over with his right hand and began to jack me. "Fuck..." he moaned a little while I guided his hand. "Fuck yeah, boy," was my response. He started to jack my cock with two hands. "Fuck yeah boy milk that dick." With that he again looked at my body, up and down, and then returned to the handjob he was giving me, quickening his speed. Again I tortured him, by murmuring "Fuck yeah, Ram, milk my dick." He continued milking my dick as his breath became increasingly uneven, all the while biting his lip. Then I saw it: he opened his mouth and was about to put the head in when i grabbed his head and stopped him. "Don't do that." "Why not?" "I'm poz Rambo." "I thought you said it was safe." He was suddenly thinking about what he was doing. "I ran out of meds." In actuality I had plenty of meds, but rather had deliberately stopped taking them a week earlier. "Don't suck it." He looked genuinely disappointed and slightly nervous. "I want to blow my load on your chest. Don't stop." With that Ram smiled and continued to jack me off. "Fuck yeah boy, I'm close. You want this load?" "Fuck yeah, man!" "You want me to blow this load all over you?" "Fuck yeah!" "Poz fucking load boy. You want me to spray this dirty fuck load on you?" He paused and bit his lip. I grabbed my cock out of his hands and started to jack it. "Do you want this fucking poz load on your chest, boy?" He nodded, closed his eyes, and answered "Yes." I blew string after string of thick dirty poz cum, caking his smooth stud chest, rubbing the last drops on his neck and down his chest. When I stepped back he lubed his cock with my cum, and jerked himself until he blew his load. We showered one after the other and got dressed and then I walked him to my door. "Fuck man, that was crazy hot," he said, still mildly breathless with what happened. "Nothing happened man. Just two guys jacking it." He thought about it and I could tell a part of him agreed. "Your cock is fucking monstrous." "Glad you liked it. If you want come over tomorrow we can have a rematch after another workout." He smiled and nodded. And he did come back again on both Saturday and Sunday, each time letting me blow my poz load on his body. His hunger grew. Joseph came back and Ram said he would continue working out with me, and for a week he did. And on each of the four times, he couldn't wait to let me cover him in poz cum. After six days of working out together, and being covered with poz cum, all the while I withheld taking meds, now for two or so weeks, I knew it was time to take things to the next level.

Part VII I just sat there in disbelief. Only a few short hours ago I had been totally straight, married with kids. Now, I had got overheated, drank way the hell too much booze, passed out and had taken, now, 36 loads of cum in my ass and only 1 that I had been completely aware of and asked for. I had just attended the gay pride parade and fest to support my gay friends from work. Then to top it off my new found 'friend' had told me what I had not known at all, that he and every one of the guys who had fucked me an dumped their loads in my ass had a biohazard tattoo because they were all HIV POZ. OMG Every time I think of that, my mind just goes in a whirl an I can't think straight and also, for some reason, my cock twitches and starts to get hard too. My new bud was kind of watching me close. He finally asked if I was ok or not? I barely heard him or understood either. I finally looked up and he was looking mighty close at me with a worried look on his face. He told me I looked like I had died and was just too stubborn to lay down or something. I told him that I had no idea what to do now. I sure as hell had not wanted to be fucked in the first place, although, the last time was pretty damn nice and felt amazing, and for damn sure if I had known they were POZ, no one would have touched me for sure. What the hell was I going to tell my wife and buddies now? My new bud sat down next to me then and put his arm around me and told me that it wasn't so bad as I thought. He then told me we could run to the hospital as I had just taken those loads and get something called PeP. He told me that it would be about a 30 supply of it and in most cases stopped infection completely if caught within a couple or three days. This perked me up a little. I asked if we could get going then. He told me he had a couple of things to attend to real fast and then he would run me right there if I wanted. I told him I sure did want and why wouldn't I? He smiled and told me that was kind of his first thoughts when he found out he had been fucked by a POZ guy the first time but then after thinking about it, he decided that hell, now he could fuck anyone an be fucked by anyone an not have to worry about it anymore. Now he went on his sex was about 5 times better than it had been. I told him that was fine for him, but he was gay and I was supposed to be straight. He laughed then and told me, well maybe, mostly straight before but probably not anymore. He thought I had enjoyed our last time way too much to be completely straight anymore and he was willing to bet that I would soon start to miss that nice full feeling in my ass. I had to admit my damn cock did want to stand up tall as we talked. Now what to do. He then went to take care of business and said he would be right back soon for us to go. When he left I had a lot of thinking to do. I tried to adjust my shorts that were rubbing the hell out of my damn hardon. Moving to a different position didn't help much though as all that did was make my ass twitch more. What was I becoming anyway, a cock needing cum dump, like those guys had said earlier? Damn, what a dilemma. Just then I heard someone call my name and looking up, here came my friend that had ridden there with me so many hours before. He came running up and asked where the hell have you been. He had been looking all over for me and knew I had to be around as my car was still there. I told him about twisting my ankle and getting a ride from these guys' float and then drinking and passing out here and just got up again a short time ago. I didn't tell him anything else though. Just then the guy who had grabbed my ass before and then took my ass cherry walked up. He had a shirt on now and asked who my hot friend was? I introduced them and they seemed to hit it off well. As it was evening now about everyone had a shirt on now so none of the tats were showing. I was kind of wondering how to tell my work bud, when the two of them, told me we will be right back and took off. Apparently my cherry taker was going to show him around the place. I didn't get time to tell him to be careful as they were all POZ. I sat around again for a few minutes and then decided to go find them. I got up an went out of the tarp enclosure and turned to my left, which is why I missed them coming back. They told me later they had seen me going around as they entered and figured I would be right back. I wondered around thinking they would be right here at one of the tables so didn't go very fast as I was looking around at the goings on all around. It probably took me a good 20 minutes before I got back around to the tarp opening. As I entered the middle I came to a complete stop with my mouth hanging open. I then rushed over to the sling. There was my work bud bound in it and getting fucked hard by my cherry picker. I ran up and leaned over him and asked what the hell he was doing. My friend said he was getting one hell of a great fuck and was loving it. I was mortified. I asked him if he had paid attention to the guy fucking him much? He asked what for. I told him, hey, you are both naked as hell now, didn't you notice anything about him. He told me they had started making out when they got in here and took their clothes off while kissing and then he had been lifted into the sling and the guy had lubed him and driven his cock deep in him in one thrust and he didn't pay any more attention after that just enjoying the great fuck. I turned and looked and I could see the biohazard tat right there plainly. I turned to my buddy and told him he better pay attention and look at the guy fucking him right above his cock. As I move and he started to lean up to look the cherry picker guy let out a loud moan and drove his cock as deep as he could and said I'm cumming. My buddies cock which had been bouncing around hard immediately blew his load too. He leaned forward and looked and for the first time saw the tat. His eyes bugged out and he yelled what the hell? He then jerked as his cock erupted with more cum yet. He fell back and stared and said OMG that was fantastic but why in the hell didn't you tell me you were POZ. The guy told us he figured I had already told him about us and it was ok. My buddy asked what about who is the us he was talking about and before I could say anything he pointed to me. My buddy turned and looked at me funny and wanted to know what we were talking about. The ass grabber had pulled out then and told us he thought we had some things to talk about and took off. My buddy looked at me but before he could say anymore a new guy had stepped up and rammed his cock in him and started to pound away taking my buddies breath away. He was trying to tell the guy to stop but could only moan and then looked and moaned more when he saw this guy had a tat also. I just stepped back as my buddies eyes almost rolled up in his head and he was starting to stroke his cock as he groaned deeply.

Part VI I sat there and could not even speak. I had drank too much booze in the heat and had pretty much been raped without really knowing it as I had been zonked out. I looked at my new buddy then and he then told me the rest of my dream had not been a dream either. He said after watching the other guy do me he, like he told me earlier was just too horny, and the two of them had lifted me up and placed me in the sling and had cuffed my hands and shackled my legs in it. Then he had entered my cummy hole with little trouble and had also fucked me and filled my hole with his cum. He said he thought I knew what was going on as I was moaning like crazy and when he had cum I blew my own load clear up to my face. He said he had licked it off of me and kissed me and fed my own cum to me too. He then said he found he didn't have the key to the cuffs and went to find it and forgot that whoever was chained in the sling was supposed to be fair game for anyone or he would have had someone keep a closer watch. The other guy said he just watched out of heat and by the time my buddy came back with a key he had told him that 6 guys had already stepped up an unloaded their cum in me too. My bud then said since there was that much in he felt he might as well leave me there as I seemed comfortable and was out anyway. The other guy said he stayed and watched the whole thing and by the time the line quit and he yelled at my buddy to come get me out of there I had had a total of, counting theirs too, 35 loads in my ass of cum. I just sat there in total shock. I had never even wanted a man's cock in me and now they are telling me I had not only had a cock in me but had had 35 of them and all had cum in me on top of that. I couldn't even imagine it. The dream was actually reality and I had really just been used as a cum dump just like I had overheard one those guys talking before. What the hell was I going to do now? I was having trouble wrapping my mind around it. A cum dump, 35 loads, my hole so full of cum it kept leaking out of me like a faucet and they were saying I was moaning for more and more? I could not imagine it. I got up and walked over by the sling and watched the guy in it being fucked hard by another guy. I had been right there doing the same thing. As the guy started to cum in the guy I could hear them both moaning a bit too and I thought how did I stay out like that. When the guy pulled his cock out the guy in the sling jumped out too, a willing one it seemed. I walked up to it and stared into it and looked up at the mirror. My bud came up then and told me he was really sorry about that. I asked him did I really seem to be enjoying that. He said I sure did and my cock had been hard and throbbing the whole time and really erupted a gusher when I had cum. I turned and looked him in the eye for a minute. I then reached down and dropped my shorts off and hopped up into the sling and told him to show me. I wanted to see if I really had enjoyed that. He grinned and helped settle me into it. He then stepped back a bit and as I watched, he dropped both his shorts and jockstrap in one smooth action. He had one hell of a hard on. It had to be all of 10 inches and big around as my Coke can. I almost climbed back out of the sling at the sight of that monster, but got control of myself thinking I had already took that once so must be able to. He was smiling then as he stepped towards me and positioned his cock at my hole and said are you ready. I just nodded and in anticipation felt my own cock springing up hard. I reached down and pulled it out of my jockstrap and the he took my hand and pulled my up a little and guided it to his cock. He had me guide it to my hole and hold on to it as he started to enter me. Even with all the cocks I had had before my hole had closed back up fairly well so he had to push some to get in. It kind of hurt and then my hole gave in and he sunk in. I could feel that and then had to let loose of him and he buried it in me completely and he started to fuck me nice and slow. He was hitting that spot again right off too and my own cock was throbbing and tingling like crazy. After about 10 minutes of this he was getting faster and harder. It felt amazing. I then noticed we had gathered a small crowd to watch. There were murmurs going around about 'the guy' that had taken so many loads before and was back again. I zoned them out and looked into my buds eyes wanting to just feel this pleasure that was sweeping over me and yes I was moaning from the fantastic feeling. My bud leaned in and kissed me again running his tongue all through my mouth. He then really went to town pounding my hole and leaned in and said I am getting ready to unload again. I told him to hurry as I thought I was going to cum too any second. All at once he almost hesitated and then rammed hard and deep into me as he could and I could feel his cock throbbing as he was cumming in me. As he did he was leaning over me again and saying oh my God that is great to cum like this in a neg hole with my poz cum and my cock exploded again and hit me from my stomach to my mouth again. He then leaned over and was licking it off of me again and when he reached my mouth we kissed again and he fed me my own cum again. As we laid there recovering I started to wonder about his words. We finally managed to get up and he helped me out of the sling to applause from the onlookers. We both just kind of grinned and grabbed our clothes and walked back over to the cot. When we got there my ass was leaking again so I grabbed the towel again and wiped up a huge amount leaking out of me. I looked at the towel then for the first time and noticed that there were red streaks all over it where I had wiped the cum up from me. I asked my bud what that could be. He said that being a virgin ass until a while ago I had probably torn open a little here and there inside and it was blood. He then said something else I didn't understand about that helping to spread their babies better anyway. It was then I asked him about his wording. He said he had probably just fed me my last neg load to eat when we got done fucking. I just stared at him with no idea what he was talking about. He all at once gave a laugh and said oh hell I forgot for a bit you are supposed to be straight and don't have a clue about this. I shrugged my shoulders so he said get ready for another shock about your dream. He said they all had biohazard tattoos because they were all poz and none of them on meds either. I still did not understand. He just looked pained and said they were all poz and I was neg and every one of them that had fucked me were all poz too, so most likely with the bleeding I would become poz. I just stared not comprehending at all. He said you really are straight as hell aren't you and laughed. He hugged me then and said poz was kind of shorthand for HIV POZ meaning they all had it and I had been neg and did not have HIV. I probably would now though with all the amount of their toxic cum I had taken in me. I dropped onto the cot and asked "Oh, fuck, what the hell have I done?"

Part V As my new buddy finished the kiss and got up, I could feel his cock pull out of my ass and it looked like another guy was stepping forward also. At this point I passed out again. When I finally woke up I was a little off my bearings of where I was at for a bit and then turning over to my side I realized I was laying on a cot and remembered I had had too much to drink and had passed out as my new buddy and his friend were going to help me to this cot to lay down for a bit. It must have been more than a bit though as it was now dark out. There were lights on an I looked at my watch and hells bells it was just past 9 at night. I had been out a good 5 hours. Damn, I had to get up and as I sat up my bud came walking up and asked how I was doing? I asked him why he had let me sleep so long and he said they had tried 3 or 4 times to get me up but couldn't so gave up. I though oh hell got to never drink in the daytime again. My clothes were stacked neatly on a chair at the foot of the cot. I sat up to reach for them and it hit me that my ass sure was sore for some reason. I looked around and both tables and the sling were busy again. I just shook my head and reache for my things. There were 5 or 6 guys standing around talking. I wasn't paying much attention but overheard some while I sat there trying to get my bearings more to get dressed. The little I picked up was something about a guy who had been in the sling, real cum dump, out of it, probably going to be poz soon (whatever that meant), must have taken 30 or 35 loads(whatever that meant too). My new bud came by again and the guy who had grabbed my ass too. Told them my legs were still mighty rubbery for some reason, which got a laugh out of the guy. My bud gave him a look of some kind and he stopped though. We just sat there for a bit and talked about nothing really for a bit. Then one of the guys who had been standing around talking came over. I looked up and he stuck his hand out and I reached out and we shook hands and he said something weird about me being his hero as he didn't think he could handle as many. He then turned and walked off. I just sat there and stared at him wondering what the hell he was talking about. My bud and the other guy both had huge grins on their faces. I had no idea what was going on but was starting to think someone was pulling one on me or something but couldn't figure it out. I tried standing again and made it to my feet finally. I grabbed my shorts to pull them on and as I bent over to step into them I all at once felt something wet on my ass and as I straightened up a veritable gusher seemed to come out of my ass. I quickly stepped aside away from the cot thinking I had all of a sudden developed the damn dreaded runs or diarrhea. As I looked down I noticed that was not what it was though. It seemed to be wet and even somewhat white in appearance. I stuck a finger in it to see and it was sticky and slippery at the same time. I lifted my finger to my nose and sniffed it and it had very little odor but one I know I had smelled before but couldn't place it. I then got real brave and stuck my tongue out and tasted it too. Still wasn't sure what it was but had a familiar taste to it also. I was at a loss. I looked up and my bud and the other guy were both trying not to laugh. I told them "Okay, now let me in on the joke, guys. What were you up to while I was out?" "You don't remember anything?" my bud asked, as he reached over, grabbed a towel and threw it to me to wipe off with as the liquid was oozing down my thighs. "No, nothing like this has ever happened to me before. I have no idea what's going on, but it sure is a mess," I answered. "Don't worry - I've seen it before," by bud answered. I wiped off and then finally was able to get my shorts on. I sat down again and as I did I heard a loud moan and looked up to see the guy in the sling being apparently filled again and loving it. As I looked my mind cleared a bit and I then remembered the fall earlier onto the table with the other guy falling on top of me. It was a little fuzzy but then it seemed like something happened. I then remembered something at my butt and yes, something wet and feeling good. I then remembered that whatever it had been felt so good I had a hardon like crazy. I looked up and both guys were grinning again. I was starting to remember things a little but foggy. I told them I must have had a hell of a dream. They both in unison told me to tell them about it. So I told them what I had remembered so far and as I was telling it I remembered more. I remember the guy having his fingers in my hole and then pulling them out and something larger going in and then in and out making my cock harder than hell. I then remember him pulling away from me and then a blank for a bit. Then it seemed I had woke up on the cot but my arms and legs were bound somehow and my buddy was between my legs then. I told them I seemed to be able to feel something going in and out of my hole again and my buddy apparently doing it. I then remember seeing a mirror and being able to see his cock going in and out of my ass. Then it felt so good my own cock started erupt and my buddy seemet to be done about the same time. I said wow what a dream. I then said there seemed to be a blank but every so often I had a vision of another guy and another guy between my legs for quite some time. I shook my head to clear out some more cobwebs but really couldn't think of anything else till I woke up a little bit ago. I said being around you gay guys sure made my imagination run wild in my sleep. They both were laughing like crazy as I stood up and pulled on my shirt. My sore as again seemed to be seeping fluids and I quickly pulled my shorts down and grabbed the towel again just a huge blob of stuff came out. I wiped it up and sat down again wondering what the hell was going on. Just then another guy came walking up and as I looked up he was asking my new buddy how I was doing and had they filled me in on how many cocks I had had in me yet? My mouth dropped open at that and I said what, what, what is he talking about. I couldn't even hardly talk it was such a shock what he had said. He said oh, sorry I thought they had told you already and turned and beat a hasty retreat. I looked from my buddy to the other guy. They both kind of looked down and the other guy said he had told me about that nice looking ass of mine might be trouble. He went on to tell me that when I had fallen on the table and him on top of me it was just too much for him and he had dived down and started to rim my ass and it had tasted so sweet he couldn't stop himself and soon had his fingers in my hole and then it was really too much and he had then stood up and in the heat of the moment and me moaning like crazy had fucked me and blew his load in me deep. I just sat and stared. I said I thought that was a dream. He kind of chuckled then and said it was dreamy anyway and a virgin hole had about driven him nuts with how good it felt.

Part IV I don't think I slept very long, like a half hour at most. I woke up to my new buddy shaking and asking "You okay, buddy?" "Okay, just tired," I replied. "It's more than the heat," he returned, remarking the 151 Rum I had been drinking was powerful stuff. "I should be fine. I've only had four drinks," I replied. "Yeah, but I don't think you realize how much booze you poured into your glass. You probably poured two, if not three shots per glass, and that's an awful lot of rum in a single serving." I just kind of nodded, too tired to really pay much attention. "We'd better get you up so you can walk it off a bit," he commented, as he and the guy who had grabbed my ass earlier each took one of my arms, and helped me stand-up. My legs felt like rubber and I could barely stand upright. We were all laughing but I had no idea why I was other than they were. They tried to help me take a step and I was so groggy I almost fell over, even with them holding on to me. My lack of balance threw all of us all off balance with the result I fell on an empty table. My buddy let go of me and ended up crashing into another table, and the second guy pretty much fell on top of me. Again, we were all laughing, the two of them at me as I laughed at their antics. "Lucky this table was here to catch me," I noted, which only set them off again in uncontrollable laughter. With that I spaced out again. Only for a couple of minutes, as far as I could tell, as when I came around the second guy was still more or less on top of me. "What's goin' on?" I asked. "We're getting a cot for you, so don't worry," he replied, and sure enough, the cot magically appeared and I crashed, more than happy to sleep it off. Completely exhausted, I nodded out for several minutes, only awakening when I felt something happening to my ass. It felt pretty damn good, even if it was miles away. "What's goin' on," I managed to ask. "Oh, you're awake! Sorry, but your ass is so fuckin' beautiful I just had to taste it, like this," the guy replied, as he drove his tongue into my ass crevice. I just laid there trying to think, but it was hard to do with the sensations he was causing with his tongue up and down the crack of my ass. Then I felt something actually entering my hole. I almost jumped off the cot where I was reclining, but found I couldn't move my limbs. They just didn't work like they were supposed to. He kept it up for a while and then it dawned on my befuddled mind that my cock was hard as a rock and throbbing. Just then my buddy came back and asked "Hey what the hell are you doing?" The other guy stopped his tongue but inserted a finger into my ass as he said he just couldn't resist this nice ass and it tasted so good. My buddy told him he probably shouldn't be doing that with me about passed out and not knowing what was going on. The guy said I think he knows as he has been moaning for a while and I just felt his cock and it is hard. With that he stuck second finger in my hole and twirled them around a bit and when he hit a spot I didn't know was there I moaned again. It really felt great. He kept up the massage there driving me wild but still unable to figure out exactly why. They were talking but I really couldn't understand what they were saying much with my foggy brain. Just heard a word here and there. Something about dangerous, toxic, convert, drunk. Last word I caught I was pretty sure of that but not the others at all. Between being tired, drunk and turned on with my hole being used I couldn't seem to keep a thought. The conversation went on for a while when they guy said he thought it was time for something and my buddy said something like he found this hot too. He said go ahead and try and see what it is like. The guy then pulled his fingers out of me all of a sudden and stood up. This caused me to moan as it left an empty feeling. It didn't last long though as I felt something wet on my hole and a pressure and I was trying to think and thought it was him putting his fingers back in me. It sure felt like all his fingers at once though and then boom I felt my ass give and a large pressure going inside me. It hurt but only for a few seconds as he held still a little bit and then I felt the pressure going in and out of my hole and it felt like about every other stroke went deeper and deeper. He was definitely hitting that spot and I was moaning in pleasure now and my cock was throbbing like crazy under me. He kept up what he was doing for a while and then I felt him go in deep one last time and it felt like he was shaking behind me and grunting some. I could actually feel something warm in my hole but had no idea what it was. Then the filled feeling was gone as he pulled back. My buddy then was saying that was hotter than hell watching that. He told the guy to help him with me a bit. The two of them then lifted me up off of the table and next thing I knew they were laying me down. I thought they were putting me on the cot to sleep for a bit and kind of spaced out again. As I faded a bit I felt something around my wrists and it felt like my legs were lifted up and out. When I came around again a minute or so later again my buddy was looking me in the eyes and I could feel the pressure in my hole again. In and out and wow, hitting that spot again and my cock felt like it was going to explode. I wasn't sure what was happening but my buddy right over me like that then leaned down and oh hell, he kissed me and in my state of arousal I was kissing him back. He broke off the kiss and told me my ass was like velvet but I didn't know what he meant by it. He leaned back then and I kind of lifted my head up. I then realized my hands were held in place by some sort of chains and my legs were being held wide apart and my buddy was between my legs and as I tried to focus I all at once could see down there and could actually see his cock huge and hard. I then noticed there was a mirror on a pole overhead that looked right between us. I looked in it and my buddies cock was hard alright and going in and out of an ass hard and fast. Took me a bit before I realized it was my ass. My mind was trying to figure that out and what it meant but failing as that blasted spot inside there was driving me totally in orbit and I could feel it getting ready to cum but couldn't seem to figure out why since I wasn't touching it. Then I heard my buddy talking. I tried to sort it out but again was only catching parts here and there. Something about him going to cum, fill that neg hole, toxic again, going to be a huge flood, hole going to be ruined. I lost it again though as I was watching in the mirror again as he suddenly rammed his cock to the balls in the ass there and I heard him saying something about converting that hole good now and then my cock erupted and sent cum from my stomach clear up to my face. Probably the most cum I could ever remember producing. My buddy then was leaning over me again but now was licking up my cum all the way up to my face where he planted another kiss on me and as my mouth opened he stuck his tongue in my mouth and I could feel something in my mouth also and swallowed.

Part III My new buddy and I had a good laugh about his joke. Those two may have put on a show for me but they didn't know I was straight so their show was for mostly nothing. Not that I hadn't enjoyed the show but it was just mainly curiosity to me. We then went over and grabbed another couple of chairs near the coolers and got another rum and coke. Was about 1:30 in the afternoon by now and the heat was really climbing. Had to be a good 90 degrees or more already and going up. As we were drinking and talking it all at once dawned on me that I was still running around in my jockstrap only. I told my bud I had forgotten my clothes on the float. He said oh hell and jumped up and said he would be back soon as the float had headed out. All I could think was crap, how can I walk through town now with only my jock on and my butt hanging out. Plus it wouldn't do me much good to get to my car as my keys were in my shorts pocket. I had nothing to do but wait now and see what happened. Being inside this 'tarp' room was relaxing though. I got up and decided to hobble around a little and went out to look at the tables. I kind of limped around looking at things I really had no idea about. Ran into a couple of the guys my bud had introduced me to and talked to them for a bit. While talking to them another guy I hadn't met before came up behind me and all at once I felt a hand grab my ass and rub up and down my crack as he came around me. I nearly jumped over the table. The guys I was talking to about laughed their heads off. The new guy wanted to know what was so funny. One of the guys told him he had just grabbed a handful of STRAIGHT ass. "Holy shit" he remarked, adding "sorry! I thought you were the new guy who was there to convert." He also complemented my ass, saying it looked mighty inviting. I told him "No big deal. Nothing's hurt" and he joined us in a bit of a talk. I asked if I could help and one of the guys said hold still and wrapped one of those lumberyard nail apron around my waist. He said there is change in there and prices were marked on everything. I dug in and soon was fairly busy with customers. This went on for a good half hour. While selling t-shirt with a big rainbow on it to a customer I was leaning over the table quite a ways to help. The guy who had grabbed me earlier was right beside me and as I stood back up he was smiling. I asked what was up and he said if I kept bending over the table like that with that nice ass you aren't going to straight much longer and laughed. I told him I didn't have much choice at the moment as this was all the clothes I had and told him about leaving my stuff on the float and my buddy had went to try and get it back. It kind of dried up a bit at that table for a bit so I wondered around a little and soon settled into another table selling sex toys. I recognized the vibrators and dildos but some of the stuff there I had no idea of and was glad the prices were already marked. I was going a fairly brisk business when a guy walked up and asked about the difference between two similar but slightly different items. I told him I had no idea about them. I said hang on a sec and I will try to get someone to help explain. I turned and saw the guy who had grabbed my ass just finishing with a customer at another table. He turned my direction and I waved him over. He asked "What's up?" I answered my customer was asking questions about a couple of products about which I had no idea how to answer. He turned to the customer and then started to explain them. I was listening too so I would learn. I found out the products were two butt plugs, a type of sex toy of which I had never heard. I learned quite a bit in a hurry. One was designed pretty much simply to be stuck in one's ass, but the other butt plug had two features: it could be inflated to a larger size and also could vibrate. I had no idea there were toys of this sort, but again, it's always good to learn. After a bit I decided to take a break again and went inside the tarps again to see if my drink was still there. It was right where I had left it and I picked it up and sat down to enjoy it. The swing, which I had found out was called portable sling, and both tables were busy again I noticed. I didn't have much interest but nothing else to do decided to see what they were up to. The one table had a guy on all fours with another behind him doing a hell of a pounding into him doggie style. The second table had a guy on his back and they were fucking missionary style and the top guy was munching the hell out of the bottom guy's nipples. The guy in the sling was something else, with a guy really driving hard into his ass and three others waiting in line for a turn. I thought that was a lot. I got up to go take a closer look having never seen a sling before. As I got closer I noticed the guy in it had his arms and legs apparently locked in it so he could not get out. I said something about it to the guy I was standing next to and he said sometimes guys want it but want to be restrained so they don't back out and get a full dose for sure. I watched for a bit and then went back to my seat as the second guy was stepping up to the sling for his turn. I just shook my head thinking that I had been in on a couple of gangbangs with women, but this was wild for sure. I finished my drink and made another one. By now it was about 3:00 PM and that damn temperature was really up there. Had to be a good 95 or more now so this cold drink was really good. Between the heat and being on my third 151 Rum & Coke I was starting to get a little tired. I kept catching myself nodding but managed to stay mostly awake. Then about a half hour later my buddy finally got back with a big smile. We were both wearing only our jockstrap, but he had two handfuls of clothes. He had found my short, shirt and hallelujah, my shoes. He told me he was sorry it took so long but didn't catch up to the float until it had got clear back to the farm they made it at. I told him I didn't care as he had got them though. "I see you've been helping out," as he gestured to the money apron I was still wearing. I removed it, gave it to him and he walked over and put it in another cooler where they kind of stored that stuff. He came back and soon had us both fixed up with another drink. It was definitely more relaxing now that I knew I had my clothes though. We talked for a while and then he said I will be back in a bit and went out. I leaned back in the chair and finished my drink and was soon nodding off again. I kept telling myself to get up and head for the car but it felt too nice just sitting relaxing and soon I had nodded off to sleep.

Part II The parade had been a hoot and getting to ride in it after hurting my ankle was kind of cool too. Wearing nothing but my jockstrap made me a little uneasy but hey, when you hurt to try things sometimes to get a lift. LOL As we crossed the finish line my new buddy told me to just hang on a bit as we were going to head back towards the start a ways to where they had set up a small camp for sales of gay pride items. That way I wouldn't have so far to walk to my car. My ankle was still hurting somewhat, so that sounded pretty good to me. We probably went back a good half of the distance to the start then. My buddy had hopped on the float too and stripped his other clothes off too, down to his jock too. I noticed he did have the same tat as the others and seemed to look to be in better shape than I had thought. Should have known from the way he had basically tossed me up onto the float when I first hurt my ankle, but now I could actually see. We both hung onto the same support bar and were again just passing the time talking about basically nothing. A couple of times we hit bumps or had to brake for other traffic. My buddy, being somewhat behind me, bumped up against me those times. I didn't pay attention until much until some jerk pulled out from a stop sign right in front of us and our driver had to hit the brakes pretty hard. I and my buddy were somewhat thrown on each other, and with laying on my back. I then noticed that I registered his hard which was rubbing up against my ass, which was essentially naked, as the jock strap I was wearing was open in the rear. We gathered ourselves back up and I turned slightly and glanced down. Yep, he was definitely hard as a rock and from what I could see through his jockstrap bulge, he was also very very big. He saw me look and seemed to be somewhat embarrassed. He told me he was sorry about that, but his busy schedule for a while now, had not let him have time for any sex and he was afraid the bumping against me had done him and he couldn't seem to control it rubbing up against my butt. I laughed and responded "No problem. Sorry, I turned you on for nothing though." "It wasn't for nothing as I enjoyed it, even if that's all that happened," he remarked, adding that my ass was really nice and firm. A few minutes later he remarked he would find a way to put his tool to use. We both kind of laughed, at which point he remarked "My boyfriend has been somewhat ill and is at the encampment awaiting my return." He also went on to explain his boyfriend just felt a little out of it, and in any event, and had felt neither up to the walk nor to the ride. He had probably helped set up their stuff though. He told me it would be about 16 tables in somewhat of a circle and they then set up poles in the center with tarps to make a place they could get into and rest or whatever without being seen from outside. We soon arrived at their camp and it did look nice. Away from most traffic but close enough to not be out of the way at all too. It had the tables in a circle, signs about almost anything gay and tops of tables full of things and customers and in the middle a circle of tarps just like he described it to me. He helped me down from the float but putting weight on my ankle still hurt like hell. "Why don't you come in and rest a bit longer and have a drink before walking to my car?" 'What the hell', I thought, I might as well, especially as I had no idea where my friends had gone. He led me in and introduced me to some of the others, and gestured for me to be seated, and asked what I wanted to drink. "Coke would be nice," I replied. "Be right back," he remarked as he disappeared into the kitchen. Sure enough, within a couple of minutes he returned, a Coke in hand, along with a towel in which he had packed some ice for my ankle. He pulled another chair up and had me put my foot up and placed the towel on my ankle. He sat down and we drank our Cokes and talked some more, then he excused himself and said he better help sell a little. He went and another of the guys he had introduced me too came and sat down and we talked a while too. After about an hour my bud came back carrying another Coke for me and asked how I was doing. I stood up and tried a few steps and had to admit it was feeling a lot better but still a little tender. He told me I should just walk around a bit and get used to it before heading out. I started to walk around the center tarps then as he went to wait on another customer. I walked somewhat slowly around looking at their wares as I went. I came to the opening they had made in the tarps to get into them. They were pretty well hidden from view from the tables and they had also taken the precaution, I noticed to not have any goods for sale for about a four or five foot section of the tables there. As I was just starting to go by, I came to an abrupt stop, as I could see from this point behind the tarps. What I saw stopped me dead in my tracks. There was some sort of swing hung from a frame, and a guy was laying on his back in the swing as another guy stood between his legs. Obviously the one man was fucking the other. I stood there, my mouth agape, I'm sure, for a minute or so. 'Wow', was all I could think. I had never seen two guys having sex before, and it had never occurred to me they would go about it in public. From their moans, however, it sounded like they were both having a good time. I turned to leave, and almost ran my new buddy down. He quietly remarked he was checking to see if I was or wasn't still around, and then he grinned and asked if I was enjoying the show. Then he chuckled, remarking the look on my face was precious. "That's the first first time I've ever seen two guys fucking," I explained. Taking me by the arm he answered "Come here, a sec," leading me right into the middle of the tarps. I have no idea why I let him lead me in there, but I stopped dead once there: not only were there the two guys at the swing but there were two wooden tables nearby on which four more guys fucking, two on a table. I stopped and stared with mouth open. 'What the hell?' was all I could think. "We don't just only come in here for rest but for fun, also," my buddy remarked with obvious satisfaction. Again he laughed again at my look, adding it must be quite a shock to a straight guy like me who had never even seen gay sex before. I had the presence of mind to reply "Sure, it's a shock, but go ahead if you want." I turned to leave, only to step on something with my bad ankle and all but fell almost on top of one of the tables, almost tipping it and the two guys off of on the ground. My bud grabbed me from behind to steady me, as I made my excuses to the two guys I had all but knocked to the ground. A few second passed before I realized my buddy cock was pressed-up against my ass, and that he was about as hard as he had been earlier on the float. "Are you okay," he asked, although I noticed he didn't move away from my body. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just stepped on something," which, as it turned out, was one of the guy's shoes. My buddy had pretty much picked me up off the ground again and then turned to set me down away from the table a little and his huge cock was against my ass the whole time till he set me down. Again, as I turned I looked down he again laughed, and remarked "Sorry about that. Guess that ass of yours just turns me on!" I returned his laugh, and added "It sure must!" Changing the subject, he asked "You want another Coke?" "Sure," I replied. As he turned to get it he then asked if I drank any alcohol. "Sure, Rum and Code is my favorite. The 151 proof stuff that, although strong, seems to me to be smoother." "I think we actually have some of it" he remarked as he began searching through a small cabinet. "Hey, yeah, we do have some," and with that he brought me an ice-cold can of Coke and the rum. I opened the Coke, took a big swig, just to make some room for the rum, and then poured a healthy quantity of rum into the can. He also made himself a drink, and we stood there drinking and chatting, although I couldn't ignore the reality of what was happening a scant few feet from where we were standing. After a minute or so the sounds from the table demanded my attention, and I turned to see the one man was apparently cumming inside the other man. Both men were moaning in pleasure and I could even see that the bottom guy's cock seemed to jump and he started to cum all over himself and he hadn't even touched his cock. 'Amazing', I thought, 'the two guys seem to be in another world'. I couldn't take my eyes off of them. My buddy put his hand on my shoulder and whispered to me, that he thought they were making more noise than normal and probably just showing off for the new guy, me. I looked at him and we both started laughing.

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Hi! I’m Jamie and I think I’m addicted to cock. I kept having fantasies of being the sex slave of one or more dominant males long before I finally sucked my first cock. My fantasies finally led me to taking advantage of having free time while temporarily unemployed and that the wife was doing a lot of traveling due to her job at the time. I started reading Men Seeking Men ads on Craigslist. It was the only source of possible male on male sex I knew of at the time since I had never acted on any of my then subtle urges before. I was lucky in finding an older gentleman who I ended up sucking to completion and swallowing cum for the first time. He and I met on occasion for about six months then I never heard from him again. That turned out to be a life changing event. Good event or not, choose for yourself. I was in my early 50’s when I became a cocksucker. From that point on, I continued fantasizing about sucking cock and, especially, swallowing cum. I found that I had turned a significant corner in my life. From the time I felt cum shooting into my mouth, I had to swallow. I was addicted to swallowing cum from that point. My mindset is that if I’m taking a cock into my mouth from this time on, and he wants, I’m swallowing his cum and will continue if he can. The problem for me is, that at some point I met a younger guy that had responded to more than one of my ads looking for cocks promising to swallow. Once I finally invited him to feed me for that first time, fate took another turn in my sex life. I had advertised, offering to suck and swallow. He impressed me by feeding me two loads during our first encounter. I invited him back and, he’s become my regular feeder for the past two and a half years. What turned me into a true cock addict though was more fantasizing. I kept reading more and more gay porn and it changed my life completely when I finally looked him straight in the eye after swallowing his first load, telling him that I had never been topped. He broke me in that day and has left me happily fucked numerous times since. There are two downsides to our situation now. My cock/cum addiction is growing. I’ve listed myself as a cumdump on this site despite my fear/intrigue that someone will answer and I will do exactly what that entails. So far, I’ve only been fucked, safe or otherwise by one man but my urges are growing. I know that, sooner or later, someone else’s cock is going to be up my ass, bare and pumping cum inside me. Then that won’t be enough and I’ll have to have another, then another. I prefer the idea of a regular cum donor so that I could rely on a steady situation of feeling cum oozing out of my ass into my panties, but I’m feeling the urges increasing. I’ve not only been reading about anonymous pump and dumps, but found myself looking for and getting more and more excited by finding videos of them. I’m finding myself being drawn into the fantasy of being fucked raw anonymously. I’m afraid of my sagging self-control leading me into becoming that cumdump that I’m fantasizing about.

Part 2 Logan woke up without a clue where he was. He could tell he was naked and tied up. As he laid there be hard voices but couldn't make out what was being said. Actually what he heard was Spanish. Logan called out wanting to know where he was, where his father was when this guys walked into the room where he was being kept. Logan looked up at the figure, he had to be over 6 feet tall, muscular build with call features. Logan was only 5 foot, 8 inches, with a slim build that he was trying to build muscle into, with no success. The guy looked down at him letting him know exactly why he was know their property. Logan was shocked at what his fatter had done to him and he now knew that he was their to work off his father's debt, he had no clue how he was going to do that until they were joined by someone this guy called 'the chemist'. While 'the chemist' was working the man standing over him told him that he was going to be trained to serve and please their clients, and if he didn't want to get hurt he do as he was told. While listening to the man, Logan felt something being placed tightly on his upper arm as the man told him the details of his training. The man told Logan that he was going to learn to suck cock, swallow cum and learn to get fucked. As Logan began to protest that he wasn't gay he felt a pinch as the needle of his first slam was betting administered. He looked over to 'the chemist' as the tight band on his arm was pulled off. He felt the warmth rush up his arm and into his chest. He felt like he couldn't breath as he began to cough hard. He felt his heart beat fast as he was released from being tied up. All he could do was say, "OH FUCK!" as 'the chemist' left the room being told that he would be needed again in a couple hours. As Logan laid there riding his rush the man removed his shirt and dropped his pants revealing a good size, uncut cock. Logan felt strange, it was feeling he had felt before with his girlfriend, a horniness that he couldn't fight. The man placed his hand I the back if Logan's head guiding him to his growing cock. Logan tried to resist but with the drugs clouding his mind he could not resists as the cock came closer to his mouth. Logan shook his head no, but when the cock reached his lips he opened his mouth letting it slid across his tongue. The man coached Logan giving him tips that helped him become a cock sucker. Logan could taste the man's precum as it coated his tongue. As Logan tasted the man's precum he thought he'd be disgusted at what he was doing, but he felt good and was starting to enjoy sucking cock. The fact of tbs situation was that the drugs had him leaning to enjoy sucking cock. With the drugs and the man's coaching Logan was taking the cock without gagging. The man knew this boy could bring them some good cash as he got closer to giving Logan his first taste of a man's cum. The man made sure to have a good grip on the back if Logan's head as the 17 year old was enjoying giving his first blow job. The man let Logan know that he needed to swallow his load that he was about to feed him as he grunted. Logan felt the man's cock pulse in his mouth as he began to feel his mouth filing with cum. Logan looked up at the man as he slurped down the cum being deposited I his mouth.

Yeah, I remember a standing on the train platform in boystown and hearing a couple guys comment on the wet spot on my jeans. I had just gotten fucked by a couple guys who had filled me up with 3 or 4 loads. As we were getting on the train one of the guys said to me "looks like you had a good time. Hope you get more".

I LOVE to bottom and will always take a load, but since I found out I was poz and now highly toxic, my desires to top and breed a hole are overwhelming me ...

I have never ever have gotten tired of sucking cock. The longer the better. If I don't suck at least 3 cocks a day I feel I have failed as a cocksucker. I live out in the suburbs. There are no shortage of married men that just want nothing more than to pop off one and bail. Occasionally I get one that loves it so much they come back the same day for round two.

Hell no! I LOVE sucking dick! Like to coax a nice thick load from a man's nutsack. I like the taste of cum, so I guess that's why I enjoy sucking dick sooooo much. I swallow and keep on sucking...their dick is so sensitive after they cum, they go crazy. I grab their waist/but, wrap my arms around their legs...can usually get another load. I also find once they've given me one/two loads orally...they last much longer in my ass , and I definitely like a long fuckdown!

At home. I made one of my regular cumdumps come over tonight and I shot 4 loads in his ass. Boring, I know, but if you want to shoot multiple loads it's easier when you dont have to worry about being interrupted. I think I'm going to go give him #5...