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This happened on Friday night. A sexy black guy hit me up on Grindr, and we messaged each other for a week before moving to actual text messaging for a few days after. We hinted at what we are both into sexually, but never asked for sex. We mainly talked about other interests, and decided to meet. I'm a bit naive at times, and I'm still wondering if he planned on a hookup. He shows up to my place at 10pm. We walked around, chatted, then went to my place. We watched TV and I slowly moved closer to him on the couch ... commented on his legs ..rubbed them, and then we started to cuddle. I honestly felt a connection, and I saw it in his eyes too. He made the move to start making out, and we kissed for a good five minutes. I rubbed his ass, and found a jockstrap. Hot. We both stripped, and I started sucking his dick. Not huge, but a good 6 inches of delicious black dick. He oozed tons of precum. We switched place and he sucked my dick. He's 20, and obviously new to all this as he was awkward and not that great at sucking. I moved us to my bedroom as I sensed roommates were going to come home (they did, exactly 2 minutes later lol). We resumed cuddling naked, and I then resumed sucking his dick. OMG his precum was so good. We switched again, but this time I fingered his ass. Damn. The tightest, by far, I've ever had. I couldn't even put any part if my pinky up there! I said to flip on stomach so I can rim, and he honestly was confused. lol ..I flipped him over and dove face first into that ass. So damn good! I rimmed him for a few minutes while stroking and lubing my dick. By text he said he's a top ... no no, he's a bottom. Way too passive. Without warning I put weight on his back, lift his ass up, and slowly sink into his tight hole. Damn it took me forever just to get my head in lol. Once it popped in, I slowly sank in in one motion. He was really moaning loudly, screaming my name and I hadn't even started. Once in, I decided to be rough. I pounded him, but didn't last long. Maybe a few minutes ... I didn't even ask if he wanted it raw, he was going to take it. I slammed in and flooded his hole. Damn, massive as I hadn't cum in a week. I flipped him over and drained his dick, swallowing most of his load but sharing some as I made out with him. We fell asleep, him in my arms. We awoke 5 hours later and he left. I am honestly developing feelings even though I shouldn't. We're still talking, although nothing sexual ... yet. He's ruining my urges for hookups!

22 day till my brother gets here and 23 days till I leave for IML.

Lunchtime loads again the hot latino painting the neighbors house. This time brought his buddy. They painted my insides with two loads in under ten minutes. Thinking i need to hire them to paint the outside of my house

You really sure you want to play with Daddy, kiddo?...well, if that's what you need...just bend over the sink then and let Daddy take a look at your boypussy...that's it, baby...spread your asscheeks for Daddy...FUUUCK, that's hot...pink and hairless...so young and innocent, just the way I like it...ever been rimmed, kiddo?...you don't know what that means? well, I'll show you...fuck, boy...that hole of yours tastes so good...getting Daddy's mancock all hard and throbbing...so fucking tight...bet you never had a guy shove his bare dick in there, huh?!?...yeah, that's what I thought, kiddo...but Daddy's going to change that...God, being the first to seed your smooth little pussy makes me so horny...dripping like a faucet...feel that?...that's Daddy's precum...gonna rub it all over your pouting boyhole and finger it into your pussy...damn, boy...getting you lubed and ready for Daddy's big cock...yeah, you're really getting into it now, huh?...arching your back like a cheap whore...but that's exactly what you are, right? Daddy's little boywhore...whimpering like a bitch in heat...like the way my finger is opening up your tight fuckchute?...there you go...you like that, don't you? that little nub is called your prostate...if you promise to be a good boy, I'll make sure your love-button gets played with a lot more...yeah, thought you'd like that idea... but you need something much bigger than my finger...feel that? that's Daddy's fat cockhead, all slimy and slippery, ready to bust your cherry...looking so big compared to that tight boyslit...you really need it, don't you, baby?...your pink pussylips opening up around the blunt head, trying to suck my fat cock right into your hungry boycunt...gonna give it to you good, kiddo...you've got no idea what you got yourself into...but you're gonna find out soon enough...now be a good little slut and relax your hole...I know it's hurting, baby...but it's worth it, trust me...Daddy knows what's best for you...one day you're going to thank me...that's it, baby...taking my fat daddydick like a champ...God, I've never dripped so much precum in my entire life...gonna knock you up before I'm all the way inside your little pussy...that's right, boy...Daddy's going to make a baby in there...boys can't get pregnant, you say?!?...we'll see, kiddo, we'll see...

My local cruising area is a large woods and quite popular during the day. So iam having a wander around see if there is anyone playing and a guy about 60ish nods at me as he passes. He`s walking down to a very quiet place where ive had fun before so I follow him. He`s turning round to see if iam there then he goes into the bushes. When I get in there with him he has stripped off and is bent over putting lube up his arse. Iam already hard so just drop my shorts and rub my cock on his hole. he pushes back and iam in him. I suspect he`s had a couple of other loads up him as he`s very wet and slippery and this make me want to fuck him harder. I know Iam about to blow so ask him where he wants it. " just fill me up" he says A couple more thrusts and Iam starting to shoot. Iam gripping his hips so hard as I blow right up his soaking wet hole. When I pull out there is another guy behind me and he takes over. I move round to the front and the guy starts to suck me off. So horny watching this other guy fuck him knowing my load is in there.

PART THREE - PHASE 2 They actually all left to get that drink, probably to the dive bar around the corner, and I could have just taken off and no longer subject myself to this assault. However, I was too exhausted and literally passed out as soon as I heard the front door shut. I woke up (I don’t know how long I’d been asleep) at the sound of the front door slamming. In HE walked, but he wasn’t with anyone. “Good, you’re still awake,” he commented, sitting down beside me on the bed and giving my ass a squeeze. “I wasn’t,” I murmured, blinking my eyes to clear things. “Let’s get that plug out of that pig hole. I need back in,” he said, standing and removing his clothes again and then the plug. My ass made a loud sucking sound as it released it’s hold of the plug, and then he dove into my upturned hole, nearly all the way on the first stroke. “I fuckin’ love using this ass. Who knew trying to make the rent would end up-” “If you need money-” I began. “Nope. Got it covered. Well, you’ll pay, just in your own way,” he told me slyly. As he got into a good rhythm, I forgot all about everything else and just enjoyed the deep pounding my ass was receiving from the beefy stud. At that point, I didn’t care what diseases his balls would infect me with. He was just too sexy, and his dick felt too good, to care. There is a point you pass when you've been fucked so often that nothing else matters, nothing of your 'normal' life. You might have a respectable job, pillar of the community, all of that bullshit. But when you reach the point of total cumdump slut, to hell with all of it. You find yourself living for the feel of another dick in your pig hole, and as many loads as you can get crammed up in there. “Oh, fuck, man, give me another load. I love your nut in me,” I moaned. “Pig bitch whore likes killer cum,” he laughed. “Good thing, you already took a lot of it. And you’re going to get more,” he grunted, thrusting harder and increasing the pace. Another few frantic moments and I felt his balls draining in my ass as he growled through gritted teeth. He was like an animal and I loved it. “Now that we got you warmed up again,” he began, sliding his still hard cock from my hole, “that ass is going to pay my rent.” Huh? My ass is what? He saw the puzzled look on my face and roared with laughter. “Last time your ass payed for kneeing me in the balls. This time your ass is paying for being stupid enough to come back for more of my toxic seed. You got to be one fucked up dude to come back for more.” Even though he was insulting me, staring up and him all I could think was how hot he is. “You’re hot. Can’t blame a guy for liking what he sees,” I told him bluntly. He was kind of a mess, obviously, and living in a sty, but he was sexy nonetheless. “Well good for me, then. Now about that ass. While I was over at the bar I told everyone there that I had a cumwhore available to take loads. Twenty bucks a pop.” Jesus, he’s pimping me out. I’m nothing but a cheap (clearly -$20! My ass should be at least worth $100!!) whore. Just then there was a knock at the door. He pulled on a pair of shorts that made both crotch and ass look fucking delicious, and then turned to me as he reached the doorway. “Get up and follow me to the living room. I don’t want these strange fucks doing you in my bed. And don’t let any of that cum in you leak out,” he ordered. I did my best to squeeze my ass closed before carefully getting to my feet and heading into the living room. HE was already waiting with a really ugly big guy. He wasn’t a wall of beefy muscle stud like HE was. No, this guy was just big, might have been muscular at some stage in life. But now he had a round middle along with the barrel chest. He did have a very obvious large bulge in the crotch of his leather pants. Fuck me, leather pants have always done something to me. I don’t know what it is, as soon as I see a man in leather, any man, no matter his body, age, or looks, I get a hunger. Top that with an impressive crotch bulge -what’s a whore to do? Immediately my mouth started watering. This is going to be good . . . The big leather man noticed my eyes transfixed on his crotch and laughed. “Your pig likes my bulge, I think,” he told HIM. “Well, get on it, bitch,” he ordered me. I immediately dropped to my knees and stuck my nose right in that crotch and gave a good hard sniff. I was no longer in control of my actions, my body and my need had taken over. As I sniffed him, my tongue involuntarily slipped from my mouth and began licking his leather bulge. He alternated between laughing at my zeal and grunting from pleasure. His bulge kept growing from my attention, and I was now licking the full length of his hard cock through his leather pants. What a fucking rush! After a while he shoved my face away and began undoing his pants. As much as I was enticed by his leather, I had developed a hunger for his meat, too. He pulled out a choice looking 8 incher which I immediately dove down on. I had always considered myself a very poor cock sucker, and it had never been something I craved or looked forward to. Not like I craved cock in my ass. But ever since HE had turned me out that first night, my body was for everything sexual, no matter the hole. I was only allowed to suck for a few minutes and then HE told us to get to fucking, that I had other customers to satisfy soon. The big man grabbed me under my arms and hefted me up, then tossed me onto my knees on the sofa, my ass to him. With no ceremony at all, he buried his beautiful cock up my behind. This was my new purpose, I knew it now. And I reveled in it, sighing a satisfied sigh as he bottomed out in me. Then I began to ride him as he pounded me. We were moving in perfect sync and it was a great fuck. “He poz?” my fucker asked HIM. “Working on it,” HE replied. “Well, he’s gonna get some good viral seed from me soon enough. I assume you gave him yours, too.” “I did,” HE confirmed. “And the bunch you came with into the bar?” my fucker asked. “All poz. A few are full-blown, too. Hell, everyone at the bar tonight is poz, so he’s going to be one toxic fucking mess. His body will be overwhelmed with all of the mixing viral strains. Might even create a new superbug in him,” HE said proudly. I should have been terrified at the prospect, but I was just feeling too damn good, and I continued to slam my ass back hard onto that hard 8 inch dick. Just as he began to blast my hole full of his poison cum, I heard a knock on the door. HE disappeared for a minute, and then returned with two rather skinny looking guys. Cute, but they’d obviously done their share of partying over the years, plus they had that wasting look. My current fucker continued to drain his balls into me and then quickly yanked out, slapped my ass and thanked me, then left. HE came up to me and turned my head to look him in the eyes. “These two have high viral loads, unmedicated, med-resistant, and full-blown AIDS. They’re not just going to fuck you. They’re doing to double-dick you.” My eyes grew wide because I knew he was talking about double penetration. I’d never tried that before, but my ass had been stretched and abused enough by now that I was fairly certain I could take it. Especially once I saw the two guys strip. Their cocks were not huge, but on the healthy side of average. I couldn’t help but think how strange it was to think that -the only healthy looking thing on either of them was their cocks. And those cocks fired toxic venom. There really wasn’t any conversation, either. The two men lay down on the floor, moving their crotches as close together as possible. Both cocks were fairly straight, so they actually stood up nicely together -they looked like on big dick. By now I was excited for the challenge. Something happens when you get a load or two of cum up your ass. You automatically NEED more. Doesn’t matter who they come from as long as you get them up your greedy pig hole. I straddled the two men and slowly lowered myself onto their meat. My hole was good and sloppy, and gaping, so I managed to get about half way down before I felt like they weren’t going to fit. HE didn’t miss a beat, and came over, legs on either side of the guy I was facing, and stuck his hard cock into my mouth while simultaneously pushing down on my shoulders, forcing my hole to stretch open. Without all of that cum in me, it would not have happened. However, I was nice and slick now, and somehow they managed to get further into me. Yes, I felt my hole stretching and it hurt a little, but I was so wet back there it just felt too good to care. It took me at least five minutes to get then as far as they could reach, and my thighs were in agony. At least with that depth of penetration I could rest on my knees for a minute. Once I’d had a bit of a rest, HE grabbed me under the arms and lifted me a little, only to lower me down again. He was going to fuck me on them. Gradually it sped up until my hole was loose around the two cocks inside me. It was a little awkward doing this on the floor, but I rode them as well as I could. There would have been a little more flexibility on a bed, but we managed. And the guys did their part trying to thrust up into me while I balanced and rode them. The first words they spoke came when the one my back was to announced he was seconds away from breeding me. His buddy quickly said that he was too. With that kind of incentive, I did my very best to bounce on those dicks, while HE helped me out by lifting and dropping my full weight onto them. A couple of deep plunges like that was all it took and both men began to moan as their dicks throbbed inside of me. Not the best position to be in for breeding, their cum spewed from their cocks but ran down the length of their shafts, over their draining balls, and pooling on the floor. After another minute HE lifted me completely off of them and by now I was so open that cum and blood was just freely running down the backs of my legs. Not a lot of blood again, so I didn’t worry. But it did remind me that there was no way their viruses had avoided my bloodstream. They quickly dressed and left, not even a thank-you to me or HIM, and I had a moment to catch my breath. He surprised me by coming to me and kissing me hard like he does, and then he noticed the pool of cum on the floor. “Someone needs to clean that up,” he mentioned, his hand was on the back of my neck and pushing my head down towards the floor. Despite the fact that the floor looked like it hadn’t been cleaned in ages, I fell to my knees and licked, slurped and sucked for all I was worth until I had a belly full of toxic cum. He enjoyed watching this aspect of my hunger, chuckling a bit at my hunger for the cum, but mostly I think it turned him on. When I stood back up, his dick was totally hard in his shorts. I didn’t even wait to be told. I tugged his shorts down enough to free his throbbing meat, and then spun around and crammed that gorgeous dick all the way in me. Fuck, I love his cock. Maybe because he was the one who broke me in, but his meat filled me perfectly. This time he let me take the lead while he just stood there and enjoyed my ass riding him. There was a knock on the door and HE just shouted, “Open!” and remained where he was for me to use him for a change.

It wasn't a test for him, it was a certification. He knew the results. He sat there reminiscing about that night four months ago. The initial pain, and then intense pleasure had by all three of them would live in his mind forever. God damn they were hot! Daniel had connected over the internet with two rough biker guys, and had finally talked them into participating in his plan. He had invited them to the city, paid for their gas as well as a cheap hotel room. The visions of that night flashed in his mind, the night he gave into his dark side. "I wanna know the men who infect me, I wanna know my breeders" he told them. They agreed to perform the job and met him at the hotel. The encounter wasn't tender or romantic - it was rough and primal, filled with lots of grunting and moaning and completely filthy talk. Even Daniel found himself surprised by his own words, particularly when he begged the bikers to "Yes, yes give me your AIDs load, Daddy," adding "Knock me up good papa!" The bikers had introduced themselves as Jeff and Jim, but Daniel doubted the names they supplied were accurate, and the anonymity of the experience heightened the excitement. The bikers also got into the occasion, striving to satisfy Daniel's cravings by exclaiming "Sick lil' fucker! Lay there and get AIDs! Yeah you like these poz dicks up your lil fag twat!" One of the men went to far as to break into laughter as he shot his load into Daniel, labeling him "...another diseased cunt." The other guy was equally creative, exclaiming "Bang, you're dead now, motherfucker," as he blew his toxic cum into Daniel's ass. Daniel also remembered when the bikers spat on him and slapped him around. Laying on the bed on his stomach with his leg out to the side, he was bred hard as if his comfort didn't matter. Because it didn't. Sitting there remembering the night of his pozzing he was getting hard. Then two staff members walked into the waiting room, neither of whom Daniel knew, but he followed them into a private conference room where one of the two, a woman, as Daniel recalled, closed the door and explained "Your test is complete but I'm afraid we have some unfortunate results. You're HIV positive, Daniel, but not to worry," she added, "the diagnosis isn't bad as it was years ago, and we're here to help you." Daniel covered his mouth to mask his smirk. The woman mistook his gesture as indicating he was breaking down. "Would you excuse me for a moment? I really need to use the men's room," Daniel politely explained as he stepped through the door. As he left, Daniel thought "This is similar to my experience with Jeff and Jim. It's just like when, just before they left, they slipped me a heavy duty sleeping pill, leaving me to sleep through the entire night, naked, with a a plug up my cunt so their tainted seed would have time to incubate inside my ass." His wallet was empty, but that meant nothing to him. Stepping into the men's room, he could barely walk. Once there he removed the plug he had kept in his hole almost continuously for several weeks. He had been determined to make the most of his time with Jeff and Jim, and the presence of the plug kept his hole permanently dilated. Once he was behind the door of the restroom, he removed the plug, as he wanted to appreciate the work Jim and Jeff's cocks did on his rectum. The plug hit the floor with a thud. A large glob of cum oozed out of him. It must have been the load he took from a man he chanced to meet on the street, a load Daniel took while standing in a small, dirty alley, scarcely a block from the medical office where he had received the good news. Not wanting to waste the precious sperm, Daniel dropped to his knees and licked up the load, and then reinserting the plug, Daniel fixed his clothing, and slipped out the emergency exit. He had no interest in hearing a lecture on being positive or on safe sex. He had more important things to do than waste his newly certified freedom on a lecture. As he walked around the corner he loaded the Uber app on his phone and got a lift. Then he sent a text to a friend saying "Hey, wanna fuck and take my load?" His friend responded quickly "Fuck yeah, I want your load. I haven't had it in months!" Daniel smiled thinking "Oh, the freedom!"

Near Wichita, Kansas, 1990 I grew up knowing very little about the world. I lived in a tiny little town just outside of Wichita, Kansas, but never went there unless it was to go school shopping with Mom. It seemed like a big, scary city and I was happy in my little burg with the parks and tree-lined streets and my pals. No danger. No trouble. As I grew into my teens and got my driver's license, for some reason I felt a specific draw to the city. If nothing else, the city had a couple of malls where I wanted to spend some allowance money on cool shoes and maybe some CDs. Looking back, I can't believe how innocent my needs and desires were, but that would change soon enough. I was having feelings that were really awakened when I saw my first porn magazine. My buddy Kevin had found a stash of them in his older brother's room. The one we looked at first was called 'Club'. It contained photographs of both women and men. Kevin was fixated on the vaginas and boobs, but I only focused on those dudes and their dicks. These were old magazines and most of the men were unshaven and had those great porn mustaches. After I turned 18 and had no curfew anymore, I ventured into Wichita more often. Right after the exit from the highway there was an small building called "Joe's Pleasure." It had no windows and somehow I just knew it was one of those 'nasty' places which exist only in cities. I passed Joe's Pleasure several times before I got up the nerve to cross the threshold. I found myself holding my breath, my heart was pounding, and felt unsteady on my feet, but I managed to walk through the door, even if I had no exact idea what I would find. However, once I could focus my eyes, I discovered Joe's Pleasure was essentially big convenience store, selling mostly magazines and video cassettes. Selling porn. There was other stuff too, but I went straight to the long magazine rack. I wanted my very own copy of a 'Club'. As soon as I began my search, the old guy at the counter came over to me and asked for I.D. "No kids allowed in here," he grumbled with a lip full of chew. I showed him my I.D. and he went away. I couldn't find any copies of 'Club', but I noticed others that were way more interesting mags. My God! They made magazines with just photos of men! I wanted to buy them all, but wondered where I could hide them that Mom wouldn't find. I figured just one could be tucked somewhere she wouldn't run across it, so I had to narrow my search a little. All the models were gym fanatics with no body hair which disappointed me. And no facial hair at all. As I continued searching, I was aware of someone standing near me. I figured it was the counter guy again to tell me something like "This ain't no library," but it wasn't. It was a man about my size who was smiling and gave off very good vibes. I knew he was friendly. "Finding what you need? The selection isn't great here." "My first time. I'm - I'm just looking around." "There's an arcade in the back, but there's nothing going on there." Arcade? I imagined pinball machines and video games. "Want to go get a beer with me?" "I'm only 18. I doubt they'll serve me." (Stupid Kansas law.) "It's okay. We'll go to 'Lou's'. I know the owner. He and I are best friends and he'll give us anything. It's not far. I'll drive." So I guess I was going. I followed his compact body out to a nice pickup and off we drove. I wondered what time it was, but whatever the case, when he said it wasn't far, he clearly wasn't kidding as we arrived at the bar within minutes. Leaning back in the seat to steady my nerves, my new friend reached for my hand and introduce himself saying "I'm Dan, by the way. Don't worry, I'll take care of you." "I'm Wally. Nice to meet you." Leading me into the bar, we took a table, and Dan ordered for both of us. I restricted myself to one beer as, as a freshman, I had gotten super drunk - having consumed only three quickly-chugged beers. So I knew I needed to pace myself carefully. Yeah. I was older, bigger than I had been back then, and I weighed more, but I was in a new place with a stranger. Caution seemed a prudent idea. While we were seated there, I had the chance to give Dan a close look. He had short brown hair, a white polo shirt and shorts, and he was definitely good looking, but what caught my eye was that he was exceptionally furry. Fur peeked over the top of his shirt collar and it covered his arms like an extra sleeve. I had also caught a glimpse of his legs too, and they were likewise hairy as hell. We had a normal conversation. He asked where I was from and told me about his life. Dan had moved here from Boston to be near his mom who'd just had back and hip surgery. He'd found a job quickly because he was a hairdresser. He told me about a nearby 'cruising' park, and suggested I check out some time. "I'm just a kid with a crappy car. I don't think I could race anybody." "Uh, no, sorry, that's not what cruising means. You're a bit green, aren't you?" Just then Dan excused himself, saying he needed to use the men's room. En route, I saw him approach the bar where he briefly chatted with a guy I assumed was the owner, Lou. No sooner had Dan disappeared into the men's room when a skinny little guy approached me. He seemed harmless so I invited him to sit down. "You're under aged, right?" "Yeah, but not by much." "Well, you landed a good guy. He's absolutely the hairiest male I've ever seen. Wait until to you see him naked! Are you going with him?" "No. No. We just met!" "That's probably best. He's got the recipe." "Recipe?" "He touched my arm and said, "Sorry, that's what my word is for HIV." Just then Dan came back to our table. The expression on his face had changed. "Hi, Grimley. What's up with you?" "Same old thing. I'm going to 'Fantasy' later. Will I see you two there?" "No," Dan answered with in a stern tone booked no argument. Grimley took the hint and fled back to his own table. "He's a useless little barfly. What did he say to you, Wally?" "Not much." "He's a pest and spreads a lot of rumors. I'm not leaving you here alone for the rest of the night." Dan had brought two more beers and some tiny glasses with red liquid in them. "It's called 'Hot Damn'. It's cinnamon schnapps. I drink it to celebrate. Drink it fast." I did and it burned like hell, but I quickly gabbed the mug of beer and gulped it down. "Grimley did say one thing, Dan. He said you had HIV." "Does that bother you?" I thought for a quick second. "No. You're my friend." "That's good," he replied as he took my hand into his hairy grasp. "I think I'm drunk, Dan." "OK. Let's go someplace where you can sober up a bit". He downed his beer and led me out into the night. I felt a bit unsteady, but really good. We got in his pickup and drove a few streets away before we arrived at his simple little house. It smelled like lavender air freshener inside. Nice. He led me to the couch where we started kissing. I had never kissed a man before and it felt so natural. We were fully-clothed except for our shoes. Our embrace got seriously passionate. True passion, such as I had never before felt in my life. He took off his shirt, revealing all of his hairy torso in its full glory. My God. He was perfect. He (correctly) interpreted my admiration as permission to completely strip off his clothing. His toes had large tufts of hair and his legs were insanely hairy. His crotch was a giant bush and I could only see his little cock head poking out out of the mass of hair. I took his whole body in and was awed. He understood and let me look as long as I wanted before telling me to strip. I did without thinking. "God, you're so young, Wally. I hate to do this, but I need to. I can't wear condoms because they tear my dick hairs out. Just lay back. And then he put his full hairy weight down on top of me. We kissed so long and I was lost in it before I even noticed that he had parted my legs and planted his hips right on mine. He was insistent on getting me spread wider. And then I felt the invasion of that dick that grown bigger. I yelped. "Shhh. It gets easier from here on out." I reached around and felt his very hairy back as he pumped in and out of my asshole. It didn't feel so bad now. He climaxed really fast. He stayed still on top of me for a minute or so. I found myself wishing he would resume pumping my hole, as it was much more pleasurable than I would have anticipated, so when he did resume, I was ready for the gift of his cock and the pleasure it afforded me. Dan I stayed in touch over the next few weeks until I left to go back to college. I left the area with memories and a little guest inside my blood.

warning, I'm processing... this may be long lol I come from a ultra conservative religious background and era. When i was a kid and realized my attraction to guys, there was no question in my mind that I was "broken" and that having sex with guys was an "abomination to God." I married young, barely 21 and stayed that way 31 years. I started cheating on my wife with guys at age 27 and have probably had a couple of thousand cocks up my ass. I divorced in 2008. It took me awhile to come to terms with all my ideas about "God." I often joke that being a fag saved me from God. So that's all good, I'm one of the most happy a peaceful people I know, I love my life, even though self acceptance meant being disowned by people I love, losing everything (a substantial amount), and starting over at middle age. When I first divorced I was now free to add dating and relationship to my guy encounters. I had long fantasized about having a 'ltr' with a guy, with romance. So I added dating sites to my cruising sites. Sites where I didn't have pictures of my body parts, just a bunch of shots of me living, all very 'normative.' I won't go into all the gory details of my attempts at dating, but suffice to say it wasn't anything like I hoped for. I got far more hits from women than men, even though I was clear that I was not looking for a romantic tangle with a woman, that I am "gay." Still, I did go out on dates, many were down right comical with the stereotypical misrepresentations, like lying about age and posting really old pics. But I made the effort, drove long distances, yada, yada. After awhile I gave up on sites like Match, the only one I am still on is OKCupid, and I have made some great friends there, but no sparks or romance... forced or otherwise. For a few years now I think I've just emotionally resigned myself to not falling in love and have even questioned whether my ideas of "falling in love" even exist in a gay setting, for me, given my age and who I am and my experiences to date. I really have been at peace with all of that, I don't feel any need to be in a romantic relationship and have pretty much given up on pursuing anything, but not at a place where I rule it out. I'm okay either way, but don't have that pulling hope I once had. I discovered Palm Springs in February. I'd never been, posted here asking for suggestions for a "sexcation" and ended up at a gay resort. Had a blast (for those of you who have never been, I recommend it, it's kind of a gay mecca). I liked it so much that when I got home, I booked another vacation and am sitting at the airport ready to go home from my second visit (it's monday). I was only here 5 nights, wed-mon. On Friday afternoon I was on a lounge in one of the cruising areas of the resort where I stayed, and this guy approaches me. I had shorts and a t-shirt on, so I saw him stop to put his shorts on before heading over. If I were on a dating site looking at guys pictures, I would not have selected this guy as attractive to me. Ill let anyone with a cock fuck me, but dating and relationship attraction is a whole other matter to me. We talked a bit, just chit chat, and he got up to go after about 10 minutes, and I pointed to his cock and said "can I have some of this before you leave?" He smiled and was okay with. I was took his cock out of his shorts and began to suck it (it was a beautiful cock, at least 8" and very thick, a little intimidating... but in a good way), and he pretty much immediately grabbed my hair and worked my mouth on is cock. He then said: "I'm not a very public guy," so I didn't hesitate to ask him back to my room. Back in the room, he sat back against the headboard and wanted me between his legs sucking. At some point I quipped that he had "Dom traits" and it was like giving him permission to express himself. He went almost into Dom textbook mode, coaching me to take all of his cock (it was all progressive, not all at once and not forceful.. he knew what he was doing and was good at it). I have never had a cock in my throat quite like his. I felt like I had it all and he would coach, "a little more, just past that second curve," the whole time saying "good boy," with loads of praise in his voice and telling me to look him in the eyes while I swallowed his cock, again an awkward thing to do in that position, but I did. Progressing along asking me questions while I had a mouth full of cock, like "whose the bottom?"... "whose the top?" Making sure he asked all questions when I couldn't really answer. Again, text book (I can read too, lol). I haven't had a lot of experience with Dom guys, not for lack of trying. I know all about FetLife and Recon and am a member on both. But contrary to what many who identify as Dom want, I am not interested in just anyone who says they are "Dom." Some of the stuff just seems silly to me, but ok, but I hate bullies. To me that is a sign of weakness, not strength. I'm into intellectual types who understand mind fuck. Ive seen several who were what I like, but so far they were either not interested in me, prolly because of my age. Tops, Dom or otherwise, have so many to choose from, I don't float to the top of most lists. I look younger than my age, so meeting guys is easier in person. Anyway, this guy at the resort was pushing all my buttons. He obviously was getting into me, and I into him. I'm not particularly oral, though I know how to satisfy most guys with my mouth because I love to please tops, even if it's not what I prefer. I was beginning to think this was all he was into, but then he said: "its time to have the STI discussion." I told him my status of undetectable. We also exchanged ages. He was 53 and figured I was about his age and was surprised when I said "60." I'm just at a place in my life where I refuse to lie if theres any chance of something more than a hook-up, and I was intoxicated by this guy. I was even willing to let him fuck me with a condom, which is saying a lot, though I was pretty adamant that I'm a cum slut... again, complete honesty. He ended up trying to get his hand in me. He was diabetic and said he couldn't chance another chronic disease. But then he volunteered to go out and try and recruit guys to breed me. Lol, holy fuck, another bottom dream come true, eh? And he did, without success, only one guy came back with him and he was a bottom and only wanted to watch. At this point he fucked me with a condom on while this guy watched and came. After, he took me to dinner and we walked to the restaurant. As we walked, he reached over several times and groped my ass, or slid his hand down my crack... it made me crazy (in a good way), kind of a sensuous ownership gesture and I loved it. We spent the night together and next day he barely touched me all day. It was like he'd made a decision that I was out, my guess is because he didn't want a 60 year old poz cum slut. We had a fun day together and when I kinda hinted at the sex, he said his cock was sore and that he wasn't always horny. I get that, but think it was really about a decision he had made, that I just wasn't long term material for him. He flew out to Seattle yesterday and I am flying back to Oregon today. We're FB friends, but I won't be surprised if he never contacts me again. Here's the thing, I totally get that we can't make stuff happen, and I'm not gonna be pathetic about this. I could easily have fallen for this guy, but I'm experienced at life enough to know when something isn't mutual, whatever the reason. I was somewhat open about how much I liked him, but stopped when I saw it wasn't reciprocated... though it sure seemed to be initially. I got a lot out of the experience though, even if my feelings are a little bruised right now. I found out that personality can supersede physical attraction for me. I also found out I am capable of having that giddy head over heels feeling towards a real person (vs just fantasies), that such things are possible, even if remotely so. It's kinda encouraged me to get back on the dating horse after several years of not really trying.

I am really pumped as I am about to take a Trans Atlantic cruise. My last cruise was over-the-top great. We traveled from Los Angeles to Miami, via the Panama Canal. The Panama Canal cruise was my reward to myself as I was very tired as I had just finished up a long, long three-year project so I took two weeks off for the cruise. I even paid the higher price to cruise alone. I was looking forward to good food and wine, time alone, reading and generally forgetting the 70- to 80-hour weeks of the last three years. By the second night out, things changed. During the afternoon of the first full day, I was working out in the on board gym when I spotted a tall, 40-something guy, with a dark tan and salt-and-pepper hair, who was lifting weights. Like me, he was dressed in loose-fitting workout clothes, but as he was bench-pressing, I looked over in time to see a rather impressive mushroom head appear from under his shorts. I am bi, and it had been along time since a man, but I immediately had to suppress a woody. I finished the workout and headed for the sauna (for which I had paid extra). Once in the steam room, I lay back and just rested. Shortly after I had settled in, the door opened and the guy from the weight bench walked into the sauna. We nodded, and then were quiet for along time. After a time, he shifted his towel and out popped the biggest cock I have ever seen. Thick. Huge head. Long. Grinning, he remarked "I caught you looking in the gym." I smiled and reached out to touch the giant cock. Immediately it sprang to life. Now, obviously I didn't have a tape measure, but I gauged his cock came in easily at nine inches in length. We chatted as I gently stroked him, watching the door for any intrusion. He was married, on the cruise with his wife, who was more interested in shopping on board, and hanging by the pool than being with him. I finally blurted out, "We can go to my cabin. I am cruising alone." So we left for my cabin. Once inside, we quickly undressed. He was stunning naked: great muscle tone, tight ass, and, of course, his huge cock. We lay on the bed and started to fondle each other. He began to kiss my body and worked his way to my cock. He teased, licked and finally engulfed my six inches all the way and began sucking with passion. "Stop Stop. I am about cum," I said. He paused, remarking "I have plenty of time, so unless you're in a rush, we should have enough time for you to cum twice." With that he engulfed me again. I shot. Wow. He took every drop and swallowed. Then he came up for air and it was my turn. I kissed him all over and worked my way to his massive cock, slowly licking the length and watching surge into life. I gently licked each ball and then worked my way up his shaft, finally reaching that enticing mushroom head. Licking and teasing it, I took it into my mouth and slowly worked on his cock as it slid into my throat, but try as I might, only about half of this monster would fit. I was sideways to him sucking his cock, and his hands began to roam over my back, stopping at my ass. Somewhere in my servicing his cock, he must have wet a finger because he started playing with my ass, rubbing his finger around my anus, before gently easing it in. I sucked even harder, and moaned at the wonderful sensations in my ass. "I want to fuck you," he quietly said. Understand, I was in sheer terror of his cock fucking me, but I nodded yes. I did not come prepared for fucking, but I did have some body lotion. I lay flat on my stomach on a pillow, he lubed my ass and his cock, and he positioned himself at the entrance to my hole. He was hard as steel, and he teased my with that giant mushroom head. I moaned in excitement, finally backing my ass onto his cock. At least I tried. There as extreme pressure but no entry. He then began to gently move the head around in circles and then with a firm push, the head popped into my ass. My breath was taken away. I could not even scream. It hurt like hell. We stayed like that for a bit and then he slowly started to push. Inch-by-inch. Finally, I felt his pubes on my ass. "I can take it," I said in a muted tone. "Yes, you can," he whispered, as he slowly and deliberately alternately entered and withdrew from my hole, eventually sliding in to the hilt. Slowly and deliberately. Within a few minutes of his magic I began to feel a twitch in my ass. I was loving it. The pace built. He pulled back to the head and then shoved all the way. My prostate had been stimulated but never like this. Each time the head of his cock pressed on my prostate, it was unbelievable. I felt like I would pee. He was driving me to feel something I have never felt. He grabbed my hips and increased pace. In and out. Deep. Deep. I was moaning. Suddenly, without touching my cock, I groaned and shot. It was a deep orgasm, such as I had never before felt. Just then he exclaimed "Shit, I cumming," as he buried his cock deep in my hole. I could feel it twitching, twitch after twitch, until finally he lay on top me, giving a deep sign of satisfaction. Afterwards we both showered and went to the deck to have a beer, where we crossed paths with his wife. Giving her a quick kiss, he turned back to me and made the introductions. His wife smiled and commented "Hello, it's nice to meet you. Let's get to know each other better over the next few days." Knowing her husband's semen was churning in my ass I smiled. Later that night, after the wife went to bed, her husband and I fucked again, and that's not all: for the next 13 days, which is to say daily on the balance of the cruise, her husband and I fucked. We parted after the cruise and kept in touch via email but have not seen each other. Last week, however, I received a message from him, and when we chatted we were able to coordinate our vacation plans, so all three of us, the man, his wife and I will be on the same ship. I cannot wait for 17 days of food, wine, sun and fucking. What could possibly be better?

I am a middle school teacher, and I have no shame about going on apps while my students are doing work. I especially love setting something up and knowing the moment that the school bell rings I get to leave and play as well. This past Friday I was hit up by someone with a blank profile. The guy asked if I was his younger brother's teacher. I replied it was possible. He replied he thought it would be very hot for him to screw his little brother's teacher. I asked for pictures and I send mine in return. He sent me a pic of a dick that was a little bit over average with trimmed pubes. The photograph also revealed the guy had abs and some muscle definition, but I couldn't see much of his chest or face. Still, I had no trouble agreeing to meet, he responded with his address, and immediately after school I drove over to his place. He was a well-built country boys with a baby face, clean shaven, blue eyes, short brown hair, and nicely packed with muscle. We got right down to business. I sucked him off in the living room of the house he shares with his parents and one of my students. Much of the time I blew him he stared out the front window, and after a few minutes he instructed me to look out the window. Doing so, I saw his little brother walking up the driveway. Naturally I panicked - if nothing else, my car was in the driveway, and while my car didn't display any particularly distinctive bumper stickers that would immediately identify me, I've found many students are quite aware of their teachers' cars. In any event, my host quickly escorted me to the second floor into his bedroom. Once the door was closed he handed me a bottle of poppers, instructing me to take several huffs. Then he had me lay on my back and he penetrated my ass, securing my throat with one hand as his other hand kept my mouth firmly closed. He also commented in an ominous voice "If you're too loud I'l let my little brother into the room." He pounded away, however, before five minutes passed his little brother knocked on the door, asking to come in. Repeatedly the older brother answered 'no', all the while pounding my ass faster and faster. By the time fifteen minutes had passed, I was certain he was about to blow - only for his younger brother, my student, to resume knocking at the door, threatening "I know you're screwing some bitch and I'm gonna take a picture of the two of you when you come out." For whatever reason, that is what sent him over the edge. I could actually feel his cock unload deep inside my ass. As he did so, he released my throat and mouth and passionately kissed me, as he furiously continued pumping my ass, in and out, in and out, ensuring his load wouldn't ooze down my legs. When he finally withdrew, he presented me with his wet, semen and lube covered cock - just so I could lick it clean. He made up a plan where, as I was leaving, he would run interference with his brother, but before he would allow me to leave he got me to to promise to return today, Monday, immediately after school - for another go-around. He also instructed me to teach his little brother's class while a medium sized butt plug was lodged in my ass. I am heading to work with those supplies inside of my bag as I finish this. Have a great work week, everybody!

My son just wouldn't stop complaining about what a pain in the ass his old man can be. So I invited my POZ buddy to come over to our house and spent some time with the kid... My Buddy is really packing a whopper and he can also get quite rough at times, so I'm sure he'll show the snotty little brat what a REAL pain in the ass feels like... Right now I'm upstairs in the parents bedroom, jerking my fat daddydick to the sounds of the two of them having fun in the downstairs living room. Even through closed doors I can hear my son screaming for his Daddy to come to his rescue. My cock is throbbing fiercely. I think it hasn't been that hard for years... You know, my Buddy can be quite determined when it comes to making sure his thick, warm AIDScum is planted as deep inside a boy's negative fuckhole as possible. I'm almost feeling pity for the poor kid. But he was just asking for it... Had the boy been just a little less of an asshole, I even might have had a rubber to spare for him. But why waste one on that ungrateful piece of shit?!? Now he'll just have to live with the consequences of being such a foul-mouthed little rascal...

Met a hot undetectable poz daddy my first evening of vacation... Before long he was riding my dick. I mentioned that I usually bottom but that his hole felt great. After a little more of that, he turned slightly dom, asking if I want some daddy dick. He gave me a pretty hard fuck without much lube. Super hot. I shot much quicker than I thought I would--daddy caught a lot in his mouth. He pulled out and shot on my chest shortly after... I wish he would've bred me. Second night of vacation, I met another daddy and this time I was the top. Hot session but no breeding. He did swallow my load, though. Third and fourth nights were the best. Met up with an older late 60s daddy that was still quite hot and fit. Not a very long cock--a bit under 7". But fuck it was thick. Challenging to swallow and challenging to get your hand around. Wasn't sure I could take it, but eventually it went in, he stretched me out good, and I was rewarded with a 1 week load. Daddy fucked me again the next day. I was more broken in to his girth so he fucked me a lot harder the second time. I was in heaven--a man older than my own dad absolutely pounding my hole with his pornstar thick cock, what a turn on! I can usually keep quiet but it was such a great fuck that I was moaning like a bitch. That went on for a while until he picked up the pace, delivered one final deep thrust, and then I felt his big cock pulsating inside me, continuing to stretch me out while he deposited his cum. Good vacation all in all!

Part 2 - Bend Over for Daddy I could only stare in wonder as the Uber driver fished a mammoth dick out his shorts. His cock was even longer and thicker than the one that had just bred me. In a flash I had pulled-off my pants and was grunting face down in the back seat as he mounted me and raw fucked my ass, using the fresh cum that had just filled my guts as lube. “Give me that hole,” the driver demanded as he pushed deeper, “You like black dick? Huh? Maybe I should drive you around and find some street dudes to breed you. How much you pay me for that? You’d like that? Getting creamed by anonymous dick? Anonymous black dick? Hell yes you do! Cummy ass right here - cummy hole needing some more nutt. Ready for another breeding?” I could only grunt in affirmation and pleasure as he spurted his load and doubled my total for the morning. There’s just something fucking hot and amazing about a man who does not even ask about using a condom, but who just whips out his raw dick expecting a bottom will take it then, there, and anyway he wants. I was definitely game for that. The Uber driver grabbed some paper towels from underneath the front seat, wiped up a few streaks, leaned back, powered the window down a little and lit up a cigarette to enjoy that post-orgasm chill. I left my pants off, but put them under me so I would not spot the leather seats, and sat there gently playing with his semi-hard dick while he chilled and smoked. His dick would twitch, drool, get a little hard, then soften again as I touched and stroked it. I was eager for more and focused on working him back up when there was a sudden rapping on the window and I about pissed myself and said, “SHIT!” The Uber driver eased the window down a crack more and saw the guy from the house that had fucked me. His head turned at an angle so he could see in, “Yo slim, saw you were still here and lit up. Thought I might ask to take another crack at that as I got some more daddy juice to spill. You up for killing a few?” He then pressed his face close to the window so all I could really see was his mouth as he said more quietly, “Chill like a couple of real nasty Gs? Do that homie down low thing?” The Uber driver laughed, “Yeah man, sure,” then turned to me and said, “Scoot over.” He then reached into my pants, pulled out my phone, handed it out through the window to the daddy on the sidewalk, “Just so you don’t any ideas. I’m your ride remember.” The daddy stood by the car as we both got dressed, then climbed out of the backseat. Positioned between the two of them as we walked up the broken walkway, I asked “Don’t I get a say in this?” They both looked at each other, at me, and busted out laughing like I had just said the funniest joke ever. When we got inside the Uber driver asked where the bathroom was so he could piss. As his stream echoed off the porcelain, I asked our daddy host, “Do you guys know each other or what? I mean you said hi to him when he dropped me off and now...like how do you know he’s cool with...you know.” Daddy laughed as he paused, stripped, grabbed a crumpled box of cigarettes and tapped out a fresh one, lit up, inhaled and replied “Naw, but we from the same hood. Seen him around here and there and when I looked out and saw his car still parked, well - I knew he was a brotha that’s into sloppy seconds and freak shit and up for some more creep-and-roll. Now get the fuck out of them clothes and BEND OVER FOR DADDY!” I was getting naked when the Uber driver came out, “Hey slim,” the daddy host said as he waved the driver out of the room and into the kitchen. I could hear them speaking in hushed tones and was tempted to edge closer to the door to try to hear, but then they came back in. The Uber driver unzipped his pants, sat on the edge of the couch, lit up a cigarette and said, “Get that mouth down here. I need some sloppy head.” I eagerly bent forward, resting my hands on his firm thighs as I started to slurp on his hefty shaft. The daddy had shucked his pants back off, walked around us, dug around in the pile of filthy clothes on the couch and hauled out a couple more black, dirty caked socks and chuckled as he held them up to the light to inspect them. He then reached down onto the floor and grabbed the t-shirt I used earlier to wipe myself off, which he tossed to the Uber driver. The driver held the shirt up to his face, inhaled, “Oh yeah, smells like used pussy. I dropped a hefty nutt in there, so you don’t need no lotion man.” The daddy dropped the bottle of lotion back onto the floor that he had been preparing to slather me up with and with my throat busy, the daddy grabbed my hips and slammed into my open hole. I lifted off the driver’s dick, “Fuck me with that raw dick!” I pleaded, “I want all the dick you can give me.” In reply the Uber driver said, “SHUT THE FUCK UP AND SUCK THAT DICK!” while the daddy banged me, priming my engine with that BBC oil. The daddy handed the Uber driver the filth-matted socks and he immediately knew what to do. First he reached around and set his cigarette on an ashtray amidst the trash on the couch, then he held the back of my head firm with his left hand and with his right, wadded them up under and over my nose so the only way I could breath was to inhale the sharp, ripe, rank. I started gagging, sputtering through the spit onto his dick, which made him just press the socks tighter, and which made the daddy slam my hole harder. The Uber driver gripped my head, forcing the socks into my nostrils, cutting off all fresh air. I gagged and wretched. Apparently taking some pleasure in my discomfort, the driver demanded “Fuck, yeah, smell that shit! Chew it up. They stink to fuck'in bad! Come on, make them pussy walls talk. if you scrape them right they'll chatter back. Long dick that shit! It's good and wet for you. Fill that hole up. How 'bout we 'gag the fag? Open that mouth. Don't fuckin' fight. Mutha-fucker, I said 'Open that mouth'! If you bite my fingers I'll knock the living shit out of you. Now, goddammit, open that mouth! That's right. Choke on them dirty man socks. Fuck yeah. That shit's nasty! Gag on it, bitch! Wretch. Bet that wasn't the first black you was expecting in that throat, hug? Oh, no you don't. No breathing through that nose. You work that mouth. Only through your mouth. Swallow that filth. HERE THAT BRO? HE TRYING TO GAG UP IN THEM SOCKS - SO MAKE THAT ASS BOUNCE AND CLAP - COME ON FUCKER - SLAM THAT SHIT - POUND IT OUT - BITCH SHAKING GOOD - WANT ME CHOKE THE BITCH OUT? THAT’LL MAKE THAT HOLE CREAM ALL OVER YOUR DICK - COME ON G, FUCK IT - FUCK IT - FUCK IT - YEAH G - NUTT IT GOOD - THERE GO - HELL YEAH I HEAR THAT PUSSY GETTING WETTER - YOU FILLING IT UP MAN? CHRIST YEAH!” The daddy grunted and groaned as he bred me and I continued to struggle to breathe through the unclean air filters stuffing my throat. Once his bone was dry, he slid out. The Uber driver released his grip on my head and I stood up and reached to take the now slimy socks from my mouth. I got slapped hard, “No you fucking don’t,” the driver said. He reached down and picked up the dirty red t-shirt back up. Our daddy host plopped himself in the middle of the couch, lit a cigarette, and let out a contented sigh. The Uber driver stood behind me, spun the t-shirt into a cotton binding then wrapped it around my mouth and head, tying it tight. “There,” he said proud of his MacGyver styled handiwork, “Time to put those dirty socks on another spin cycle in that mouth. I want to hear you trying to puke that grit and dirt back up because it ain’t going nowhere so bend the fuck back over and bury that head in them dirty clothes, no one needs to be seeing you, all I need is that hole.” With that, I was unceremoniously upended, my hole jammed with a new, raging boner, and as he took advantage of me all I could do was struggle to keep my breathing focused. The blackened cotton in my mouth was mixing with the filth and saliva to create the foulest punishment. My stomach and throat wanted to push it out, but the tied t-shirt around my head ensured it stayed in place and stewed and brewed. The Uber driver was banging my ass hard when we heard a voice from the front door, “Hey bro, got your text. What’s...OH DAMN!” The driver paused, I set my hands on the couch arm to try to push myself up and got my head slapped, “Where the fuck you going?” I felt the couch move as the daddy host got up, I heard hands clasp, then he said, “Yo slim, this my neighbor Coop. Told you he’d be up for it.” More greetings made, then the new voice said, “Bro - you know the deal with this shit.” Our host said, “Yeah, yeah, fucking chill man. Hang on.” I then felt him rummaging in the pile of dirty clothes. He then pulled another t-shirt over the top of my head but instead of pulling it down over my body, twisted and wrapped it so it so it was like a hood with the neck hole positioned over my nose/mouth. He then took a belt and wound it around my neck and cinched it so my homemade gag and hood wood stay in place. Once his handiwork was done, the driver - who’s dick was still buried in my ass and I could feel the blood in it pulsing - said, “Why they call you Coop?” Before our new guest could answer, the daddy laughed and said, “Cause he be fucking the grannies around here for nothing more than a handful of grocery coupons with that magnum freak dick of his so we call him Coop for short.” All three of the BBCs laughed. The laughter was cut short as I heard a zipper. The Uber driver whistled and cursed. The daddy said, “And that shit ain’t even hard yet,” and Coop added, “You know there’s no worries on that front. See - it’s already coming to life seeing you got this freak’d out craziness happening and I can smell that creampied ass from here. That’s good cause you know I don’t wear fucking condoms and only fuck raw. So he’s good with that?” The other two laughed, “Like he has a choice?” Hmmm - just what I wanted to hear. The Uber driver yanked his dick out of my swollen, used hole. I grunted from the shock of being left gaping and the frustration of not being stuffed. He then took both hands and spread my ring open like he was trying to peek inside a clam shell, “See? Fucking slut right here and let both of us just climb right in raw and dawg it out. All that nicca milk, coating them guts, but I’m about ready to bust again - you down for that?” Coop quickly answered, “Hell yeah, let’s get it on!” I heard some rustling, a few quips, our host turned up the volume of the porn flick a little to which Coop said, “Yeah, luv hearing them bitches cry as they get dicked down.” The Uber driver - or maybe it was the daddy host - I was not real sure at that point, grabbed my right arm and walked me closer to the TV. I figured they would have me get on the ottoman or something, but no. I was guided so I stepped over someone lying on the floor as my left foot brushed his rib cage as I stepped across him. I was then made to kneel and get on my hands and knees - on all fours doggy style - over the body on the floor, which I knew was Coop when he said from underneath me, “Jesus, there’s nicca nutt coating them balls like glaze on a Krispy Kreme,” before he proceeded to start licking and slurping on my nut sack. That shit makes me squirm - can’t help it - have very sensitive balls - but that clearly did not bother him as he smacked, suckled, slurped, and rolled my balls around his mouth like he was shooting 8-ball corner pocket. The Uber driver smacked my head, “Put that face down there, get a feel for what’s coming.” I blindly bobbed my head around like I was dunking for apples at a Halloween fair, not sure what the fuck he was talking about. I then bumped into something long, thick, stiff - Coop’s fucking dick. I paused and the driver chuckled, “Fucking right. Nicca’s got that 12-inch eggplant. You think we busted that cootch open? Fuck no. G is swinging that king dick hole wrecker. Too bad you can’t taste it.” I could only grunt and moan in frustration and awe at what he said as the filthy sock gag in my mouth and t-shirt hood made anything else impossible. I felt hands position themselves on my lower back, then grunted as a big dick slid in my wet hole. The Uber driver started banging my ass again then paused as Coop’s mouth moved from my balls, followed the skin trail back towards my hole, and with a shift of his body underneath mine, he started lapping at the base of the driver’s shaft as he fucked me. “FUCK YEAH - WORK THAT TONGUE. TASTE THAT PUSSY AND DICK MIX - HAPPY TRAILS RIGHT HERE. YOU TRYING TO TASTE THAT DEEP TANG? YEAH? SCOOT BACK A LITTLE MORE - HELL! YOU GOT A MOUTH ON YOU BRO - LICK IT CLEAN SO I CAN DIRTY IT UP AGAIN - FEED YOU THAT HOLE NUTT.” It took me second to guess what was going on, but as Coop has adjusted his body and as his monster dick bounced and danced around my head I figured out he had moved on from just orally working my hole, to sucking the Uber driver’s dick. Coop was tasting my ass - freshly fucked as I coated the driver’s dick. Back and forth the driver went - full length into my arched ass, then dropping down a little to gag Coop. Frankly, tops who suddenly become dick suckers because a big dick is nearby is usually a turn off, but Cop’s donkey dick promised things to come so while he gargled and slurped I could only moan in frustration wishing I could remind them both that load was for my ass - not Coop’s throat. Our daddy host - who must have been back on the couch smoking, chimed in and said, “Yeah, Coops got some mad throat skillz too.” Clearly more than the grannies in the neighborhood were getting serviced. “HERE IT COMES - READY TO SEED THAT WHITE PUSSY AGAIN - LEMME FEEL THAT TONGUE TOO - YEAH - GET READY TO SLURP MY SHIT BECAUSE I GOT ANOTHER NUTT SACK FULL OF CUM - GONNA BLOW IT DEEPER IN THAT HOLE - YOU BETTER GET A STRAW G CAUSE THIS SHIT IS GOING DEEP - FUCKING HELL! BREEDING THAT ASS! RAW DAWGING IT! UGH - UGH - U...YEAH! OPEN THAT MOUTH, IT’S GONNA COME RUSHING OUT WHEN I PULL BACK.” Gagging and slurping filled the room as Coop cleaned off the driver’s dick and then went to town sucking at my gaping hole. He had a fucking Hoover mouth and as he cleaned up the creampie his dick swelled and got as straight and stiff as a Redwood. Coop stopped his deep tongue action, pushed at me; I rolled off to the side and heard him get up. I worked my tongue around the slimy-filthy-cotton-mass in mouth and inhaled through my nose. I would never get the taste or smell out! “I need to put something long and hard in that ass,” Coop warned. I stood up. Multiple hands grabbed me, feet entangled as I was wedged between two legs. Warm hands grabbed my hips, “Here,” Coop instructed, “Put one leg over mine, then the other, I want you to straddle me - don’t worry, I got you. Get in that cowgirl position - time for some black bull dick making you taste some nutt from the back door.” I wasn’t quite sure what he meant, but he and both the daddy and the Uber driver got me into position. In my mind I could see Coop sitting on the ottoman, me straddling his legs, my torso facing his. Coop guided me as he lined up his jumbo 747 for my runway, “That’s it, squat some more, put your arms on my shoulders and hands around my neck - that’s it. Don’t worry, my Gs are holding you up - you won’t fall, I got you too. You trust me? Huh? That’s right - you a good pussy hungry for dick. Good thing these homies opened that cunt up - otherwise - THIS - MIGHT - HURT!” As if he had said, “On 3” all at the same time, he pulled me downwards with his hands, the driver and daddy pushed me down from my shoulders, and Coop slammed up with his hips. The result? Well my ass split and even with all that cum his 12-inch Mandingo dick tore me open like a zipper as he raped my ass. My cries of pain were muffled in the dirty socks in my mouth and the t-shirt hood covering my face pulsed as my breath quickened. I tried to push off from his chest but Coop’s dick had impaled me like a spit through a pig and now he planned to roast and baste me. His two accomplices reached under my arms and lifted me up a bit - Coop slammed his hips up again - my hole split more - he moaned, I cried - they dropped me. I was gutted. Over and over they raised me back up and dropped me back down. All resistance broken, all flesh scorched and burned as Coop broke my walls down into utter destruction. Once Coop was buried as deep as he could go, he leaned back a little and I could hear him sucking someone’s dick again. Damn! I wanted that! I mumbled into the rags in my mouth, to no avail. Having got the taste he wanted, Coop sat up, “Aiight. Ease up off it - that’s it - stand all the way up. Here - turn around and sit. OK, now lean back - you OK. See? You’re on the stool. Scoot forward a little - good - good.” I was on my back on the ottoman and as Coop adjusted my body, the other two Gs started slapping their dicks across my hooded face and talking shit - the warm up for the grand finale as Coop pushed his 12-inches in. One voice mixed into another - yet the message was clear: “SLAM THAT BOSS DICK IN THAT PUSSY!” “MURDER THAT MAGNUM DICK WITH THAT SLOPPY CUNT - RIDE THAT RED BONE” “THAT HOLE DONE YET?” “TUCK THEM KNEES BACK - TIME TO GET THAT WOMB WRECKED!” “HUNGRY PUSSY FOR NICCA SEED - SLURPING THEM BABIES - FUCKING WHORE!” “SEE WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU LET INTRUDERS RAID YOUR HOME?” “PUSSY BLEEDING FOR IT GOOD NOW - THAT’S IT - TAKE THIS MOTHA-FUCKIN-DICK BALLS DEEPS - READY TO BREED IT - READY TO FILL IT WITH HOT NUTT!” Some time later the Uber pulled over to the curb. The driver put his right arm across the back of the front seat, turned, smiled and said, “How bout I help you inside? You look a little worse for wear. Maybe I should stay with you for a while, make sure you OK.” Yeah, the weekend was turning out alright after all. I smiled. Then he snapped his fingers, smirked and said, “Oh yeah. I almost forgot. You asked me to drive you around and find some street dudes to fuck you. What say we go grab your wallet and head out. I know just the place to get that hungry hole stuffed with more anonymous, black dick. Who knows? Maybe I’ll decide to tap that hole some more too.” (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!)

“Forgive me Father, for I have sinned,” I gasped as the thick uncut dick pushed through the gloryhole cut into the wood of the confessional, then through my outer ass ring. “You have not sinned yet my son,” Father Adelmo said, “But I see from the arch of your back that you are about to. Here, snort this white manna, feel the burn, and let Brother Roberto give you your penance.” The legend of El Dorado - originally El Hombre Dorado (the golden man) - changed over time and went from being a man, to a city, to a kingdom, and then finally an empire. Yet here I was, on the outskirts of Miami, seeking a way to my El Dorado, my golden man, the man who could infect me with CRF19 - the most virulent strain of AIDs in the Western Hemisphere. The thick wood wall held firm as Brother Roberto slammed his 10-inch dick through the velvet covered hole and into my ass raw. I was happy to take whatever penance he offered as long as it got me closer to my goal - closer to the bug - closer to CRF19. My journey began in 2015 when the United States and Cuba restored diplomatic relations after 50 odd years of being enemies. Soon after the doors had reopened between our two countries, reports started appearing on some of the fringe news sites of a dark virus. ‘CUBAN DEATH MARCH’, ‘COMMUNIST PLAGUE’, ‘AMERICA AT RISK FROM VIRAL ATTACK - FIDEL’S LAST TRY’, and more. By the time some of the mainstream news and government sources reported the information, the headlines were not quite so inflammatory, but gave me a fucking hard on nonetheless. CRF19 was an aggressive strain of AIDs so far only found in Cuba. No one knows why exactly yet and just fucking Google if you want to read the conspiracy theories from it's a legacy of the aliens who founded Atlantis, to John F. Kennedy’s ‘FUCK YOU’ to the Cuban people. What mattered to me were the words, “...aggressive strain...combination of sub-types A,C, D,..a recombinant strain that progresses to AIDs THREE TIMES FASTER than normal strains…” I spent months on multiple search engines, submitted several Freedom of Information Act requests to the Centers for Disease Control, sent emails to whoever I could find in the United Nations, NGOs in Florida, and more trying to find some lead, some detail, something concrete about this strain of AIDs. Why you ask? I’m a drug addled bug chaser - duh! I like dirty dick and well frankly, tired of the vanilla shit available to me in the grand-old-U-S-of-A. Gonorrhea - been there done that. Syphilis? HUH! One shot and cured? I even spent my two week vacation last year as a drugged out whore at a homeless camp in Oakland, California, where I ingested so much street drugs, raw homeless dick, viral blood and cum, I had the demons of Hell trying to live up to the example I set! Yeah, I came home with a sore throat, a sniffle, a drip or two, but nothing that would have set my path to that total self-destruct button. You know those TV ads with the big red button they push and BAM - office supplies appear? I was looking for one of those with a biohazard sign on it - one that would lead me to a toxic waste dump of humanity - the apocalypse of my existence - the end times living in the Nirvana of viral-infected bliss. I had almost given up, and then I read a blog post about Father Adelmo. At first I figured it was from what ever drugs I had let the latest BBC freak me up with so I would be a pliant white cunt for him, but turned out to be all true – and then some. My research on the web told me that Father Adelmo came to Florida in a boat with his parents when he was like 13. He excelled at school, went to seminary, rose up in the ranks of the church hierarchy, but then something happened. What exactly, I could not find, but searching deep and wide on the web I soon realized Father Adelmo had two groups of followers - the normal, kind-hearted citizen who supported his many, and ongoing good works even like his soup kitchens, hospices, and other charities even though he had been kicked out of the priesthood. The second were more of a mystery as the few threads I found that mentioned drugs, sex, cultish activities often disappeared almost as soon as they got posted. I guess Father Adelmo didn’t want folks like me to know the vile, twisted, drug-crazed shit he made them do. All that was well and good, but the fucking kicker - the fucking kicker was I found an online post where someone said that Father Adelmo had snuck them into Cuba for a weekend of raw, twisted, brutal, gangbang fucking. He was a sex trafficker – fuck! The catch? There’s always a fucking catch. Beyond the U.S. Coast Guard and whatever Cuban border issues and legalities such shit might create, Father Adelmo was a cash boy. Cash man more accurately, but a hustler. Pure and true. While it appeared his monies went to help the hungry, the homeless, the less fortunate, he was still a hustler and part of my mind warned - DANGER DANGER - CON-ARTIST! Well that didn’t stop me. Through a lot of sleuthing that was a combination of Sherlock Holmes, Magnum PI, and Agatha Christie, I was able to get an email address that I was told would connect me to him. A few emails later - with me having to bare my innermost, darkest, twisted and extreme desires - Father Adelmo agreed to help me if I had the funds and got to Miami. FUCK! Two weeks later I was in Little Havana waiting to step through a door with bars on it in a line of nondescript buildings that were a mix of warehouses/shops. The only indicator I was in the right place were the numbers above the door that were peeling off - you know those metallic looking kind you get at a hardware store that are like stickers? Oh yeah, and also by two men with plastic name tags pinned to their shirts that said ‘Brother Roberto’ who were standing outside the door. Did IHOP have a ‘going out of name tag sale’? They could have been twins as both were dark skinned, tall, muscular - like fucking buff muscular, with tight clipped hair, and were wearing all black clothes. The one on the right had a jagged scar on his right temple and he put a hand roughly in the middle of my chest to make sure I got the message that to enter through the door I had to get through him and his compadre first. I thought they would ask for an ID, secret password or some shit once I told them I was there to see Father Adelmo. No, nothing that movie-esque. Brother Roberto - the one with the scar - held up his phone, took a picture of my face sans-shades, tapped his foot as he waited, the phone dinged, then he smiled and said, “Entre por favor - PUTA!” I knew enough Spanish to know he just called me a slut and as I glanced at the hefty Cuban cigar he had dangling down his right pant leg I was more than ready and said, “Thanks Bob!” as I waved and sauntered in. The outside walls of Father Adelmo’s chapel were a vibrant blue, but inside it was dark, full of smoke, candles, and looked like the central altar of a medieval cathedral had been crammed into a space far too small for it. Did they fucking heist a church or what? In the middle of the floor, standing on a slightly raised dais was Father Adelmo dressed in robes of gold brocade with jewels on each finger, a miter hat, chains of gold - the embodiment of a prince of the church. Well except for him being naked, the smoke coming from crack pipes, weed pipes, and god knows what and the two ‘altar’ boys (clearly of legal age so ‘altar men’ but you know what I mean) off to the side fucking like rabbits. Holy hell what the fuck? “This do in remembrance of me,” Father Adelmo said as the next supplicant got down on his twink knees and slurped on the good Padre’s thick uncut dick that was peeking out between his golden robes. The twink then stood back up, took the jeweled chalice from Father Adelmo’s right hand and slurped from it, wiped his mouth with an exaggerated motion, then bent forward and with a rolled up bill snorted a line off a golden tray held in the Father’s left. The twink spasmed and would have dropped if not for another man dressed just like the two out front had not caught him, shuffled him to a bench against the wall, and left him propped askew as two other supplicants began stripping him. The Father paused and looked at me, “Come forth my son. Join the holy union. Be one of the body.” All eyes turned and stared at me - well all eyes that were conscious and not fucked up. I took a small step forward, then another, and the grunts of the two altar boys as one shot in the other’s ass spurred me forward. Up close I could see that Father Adelmo might be older than he first appeared. Yet, he was still handsome and that dick - fuck that dick! Up close it was even thicker and was drooling from the tip. I wanted nothing more than to bow before my new lord and master. “This do in remembrance of me,” Father Adelmo said as he jutted his hips forward and held out the chalice and plate for me to partake. I took a step back, raised my hands up in humble submission and said, “I..ah..think I’ll just watch? This time? OK?” Father Adelmo ran his tongue over his top lip then pulled his lower lip under his upper teeth all in one alluring motion that said, “YOU LOOK FUCKING TASTY!” I took another step back and bumped into a hard body. Another Brother Roberto was standing behind me, blocking any further regress, so I smiled, gave a nervous chuckle, and watched the rest of the ceremony trying not to let my ass override my common sense. Once all the supplicants had tasted Father Adelmo, drank from the chalice, snorted from the plate, and staggered off to begin their orgy of salvation, the Brother Roberto behind me pushed me forward as another Brother Roberto took a white, lace handkerchief and wiped the spittle off Father Adelmo’s dick before tucking it into his pant’s pocket. He then took the chalice and plate and followed the Padre stage right and through a door into the back. I was pushed along to follow and when I stepped through the heavy, wooden door once again had the thought of, “Where the fuck are we?” We were in a series of rooms that seemed far larger than what should have been - all polished wood, velvets, golden candlesticks, and more. Father Adelmo let one of the Brothers pull the golden robes off, but before they took off his jewels and miter he motioned for the chalice and plate and said to me again, “Come forth my son. Join the holy union. Be one of the body.” The Brother Roberto behind me gave me a rough shove, so I got the impression this was not a choice. I stepped forward, reached for the cup and got a good cuff up side the head. I turned with a snarl at the Brother as I rubbed my head and he pointed. Oh yeah, step one, kiss the ring - or in this case, the big uncut Cuban dick on Father Adelmo. I kneeled, kissed the tip, got my head cuffed, so I opened my mouth and slurped on it a few times while Father Adelmo and the Brother Robertos chanted in unison, “Taste of my flesh”. His dick was rank and foul tasting and I don’t really like sloppy seconds or 23rds or however many other mouths had been on there. Father Adelmo held the chalice and plate steady. I took the chalice, stared down into the dark red swirls of liquid, sniffed it, eased it to my lips and took a sip. I swallowed and Father Adelmo and the Brother Robertos chanted in unison, “Taste of my blood”. I didn’t have a rolled up bill so leaned close to the golden platter, pinched one nostril and SNORTED. Fucking hell! I choked, gagged, and thought for sure I would have a stroke as Father Adelmo and the Brother Robertos chanted in unison, “Taste of my spirit”. My eyes watered, I felt dizzy all of a sudden, and someone roughly put their hands under my armpits and half dragged/half walked me to a velvet cushioned chair just off to the side. While I tried to regain my senses, one Brother Roberto after another completed the ritual - tasting the Father’s dick, drinking from the chalice, snorting from the plate. Not one of them staggered or swooned and I felt like such a pussy. The ceremony complete, Father Adelmo’s final adornments were taken off, placed inside a large, wooden cabinet, and while I looked in awe again at his monster uncut dick, he came over to me and said, “Come my son, let’s discuss what it is that you seek.” The Brother Roberto I had met out front - the one with the jagged scar on his temple - helped me up then Bob and another Brother started to manhandle me and strip me. “Hey - hey - what the fuck guys - I…” Another cuff to the head and I shut up and complied. I was still buzzing from whatever the fuck it was I drank and snorted and even if I hadn’t of been there would have been no way honestly I could have stopped them. Plus, it was kind of hot being force stripped by the macho men even if they were fucking cultists or crazy fuckers. I was led through an ornate door into a room that had plush carpets, piles of pillows, tables with platters of white powder, crystal decanter’s with various drinks, and other carnal wants and desires. On the far side of the room the wall was covered with a series of four wooden booths. The ornate carvings and scrollwork and velvet curtains told me they were confessionals - or had been once. Father Adelmo sat in the one on the far left and I was directed to the one just to the right - my right/his left - whatever. The curtain was shut behind me, Father Adelmo slid the partition back, and said, “Kneel my son, and tell me - what do you seek?” I looked at the Padre’s handsome face and watched as he started stroking his dick. Someone in front of his booth held the golden platter out for him along with a golden straw, and Father Adelmo snorted a big line, wiped his nostrils, his eyes flared open, and he stroked his dick faster. My curtain was pulled back, the platter pushed in, I snorted again, swayed, Father Adelmo chuckled, but this time the rush was not so bad and I quickly steadied myself on my knees. “Push your ass back now,” Father Adelmo said. “What?” I asked, not understanding. I turned and looked at the confessional wall behind me and saw a gloryhole had been cut into the wood and trimmed in dark, red velvet. Two large, meaty fingers were wagging at me and I looked incredulously at Father Adelmo, the fingers, back at the Father. He smiled, “What do you seek?” he said again in a reassuring voice, then his tone darkened and he said, “NOW PUSH YOUR ASS BACK!” I looked back at the waggling fingers again - they were still there, waiting for my hole - yet they had changed and were dusted in a coat of white powder - likely from the golden platter. The fingers found my fuck-chute, I cried out “FUCK THAT BURNS, PLEASE STOP!” Father Adelmo had stood up now, his big, uncut dick hanging over the side of the confessional window as he grabbed my head and fed me his Cuban dick. “TASTE OF MY BODY - TASTE OF MY BLOOD - TASTE OF MY SPIRIT. THE VESSEL MUST BE CLEANSED, PREPARED, AND ANNOINTED!” Father Adelmo said as I sucked his brick-hard dick and the anonymous fingers scraped and dug and ripped up my hole as they coated my guts with the white powder. Other voices chimed in, all chanting in unison as I was plugged at both ends by these unholy men. I cried out, my guts clenched, my body heaved and the fingers that had been digging in my ass quickly removed themselves and a soft cloth wiped, dabbed, and cleaned me. Father Adelmo lifted my head up and peered down at me, “You have begun the journey. Your body has rid itself of that which has been holding you back. You have dispelled a good portion of the inner lining of guts to ensure that you are ready to receive the gifts that are to come. You must pay the price to reach El Dorado, to find the one you seek, to become the sacrifice on the altar of man - for men - by men. Now my son, what do you say?” I was confused, in pain, high as fuck, and was having a difficult time focusing between the scalding burning in my ass, the hot man dick that had just been taken from my mouth, and the words that the Padre had spoken. What do I say? Yes? Please? Thank you? How the fuck did I know what he wanted? He was talking in riddles - just fuck me for god’s sake! I was raised a Baptist so all this formal religious overtone was a bit beyond my personal experience, but thanks to cable TV I knew enough I guess as I replied, “FORGIVE ME FATHER, FOR I HAVE SINNED.” I THEN GASPED AS THE THICK UNCUT DICK PUSHED THROUGH THE GLORYHOLE CUT INTO THE WOOD OF THE CONFESSIONAL, THEN THROUGH MY OUTER ASS RING. “YOU HAVE NOT SINNED YET MY SON,” FATHER ADELMO SAID, “BUT I SEE FROM THE ARCH OF YOUR BACK THAT YOU ARE ABOUT TO. HERE, SNORT THIS WHITE MANNA, FEEL THE BURN, AND LET BROTHER ROBERTO GIVE YOU YOUR PENANCE.” Stay Tuned for Part 2 - (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!)

After work, this past Tuesday I got a motel room and posted an advertisement on Craigslist, which said 'Anonymous, motel room door ajar, lights off, porn on the TV'. My favorite scene. In total seven guys showed up, which, considering the number of guys who flake out, is pretty good for this kind of scene. The room was dark so I didn't get a good look at anyone but all were decently hung. There were four black guys, one Hispanic, and two white guys. I took three loads in my ass, one on my face, one down my throat and two guys insisted on using condoms. (I ate their loads out of the condoms once they left.) All in all a very good night!

OH MY FUCKING GOD, I need a fat, bare mancock deep inside my tight hairless boycunt NOW or that goddamn itch will never go away... I so need a hot 'n' hung Daddy to treat me like the little cumdump that I am...

Nothing hotter than a Daddy spending some quality time with his Little Sunshine... Daddy's fat mancock deep inside his favorite boy's tight fuckchute - always a perfect fit...

A Series of Unfortunate Breeding: Part the Fourth: Central Park Breeding There is a certain type of joy in being able to communicate without the use of words. For instance, you and your boyfriend could be sitting and watching the sunset together on some beach on a far away island and just the look into each other's eyes will be enough to communicate that you love each other very much. I once learnt a skill where I could summon a waiter to my table just by making eye contact and then order seven dishes on the menu using a series of coordinated eye signals, all without saying a word. If you are right in front of me at this very moment instead of merely reading this paragraph on a screen of some sort, you would clearly see that I am trying to communicate to you using a series of coordinated eye signals so that you would close this link immediately, because the story that you are about to read is too disturbing to waste an evening over. You are better off rather, using your time to research on a new skill or read up on some red berries instead, than reading up on what the notorious Fernando had been up to since his last breeding with Lucas. According to my sundial that's sitting just outside the penthouse in which I am typing this story, Lucas is about to move just enough muscles to remove the butt plug that he had been sitting on, which I am sad to say, held within him a toxic load which had already infected his system with an incurable strain of mutated HIV. As I rubbed my tired eyes from all the eye signalling I have been doing lately, my latest research into the Fernando case had led me to a public toilet near the outskirts of a national park which is usually packed with tourist eager to see the autumn trees change its magnificent colours from a boring green hue to a much more beautiful shade of red so that it looked as though the whole park is bursting in a magnificent display of flames. But during the cold winter days, there are no visitors. It is, however, a perfect place for horny guys such as Fernando to wonder around looking for sex in one of the public toilets, especially during the nights when the park is closed from public use and the security guards have all gone home to their fancy homes and crackling fire places. Nighttime had fallen in the national park when Fernando made his way to one of the public toilets that was scattered throughout the park. There was one in particular that was of interest to him: it was a small restroom near the bank of the river and a short five minutes walk from the main car park. It had been listed as a popular hook up point for gay men to cruise each other - the word "cruise" here means "to engage in dangerous but sometimes extremely exciting sexual acts with other men" and has nothing to do with fucking other men on a cruise ship although that's possible too, I guess. Fernando wore his favourite stained black cap on top of his curly blond locks which made him look entirely like a different person and walked eagerly into the restroom in the cold dark night. The room was what you would expect a public toilet to contain: three toilets that was partition by some poorly painted walls, a series of ceramic urinals lined up against a brick wall and some deliciously looking red berries lying on the floor next to the sink with a broken mirror. Fernando scanned the room, which was barely lit by a single dim lightbulb that hung lonely in the centre of the room, and noticed a rather tall man standing at one of the urinals. Fernando made his way to the urinal next to the man and unzipped his pants and pretended to take a piss. As with most ambiguous things you may find in public, it is sometimes difficult to be certain if something will be safe or whether it will put you in hospital. For instance, if you were lost in the forest and came across some deliciously and scrumptiously red berries, you might be tempted to put it in your mouth only to find out later that it was poisonous and now you are in hospital on the brink of death. If you unfortunately hit on another man on the street thinking that he was gay - the term "hit on" which here means "to lead someone on for some hot steaming sex" - but was in fact straight, you might get hit on the head instead and now you are in hospital on the brink of death. So sometimes, it could be very helpful in your situation if there was some signs that could help clarify the ambiguity such as an arrow in the forest that pointed at the berries with the words "Do not eat poison berries" or someone sending you a message on Grindr saying that he was standing right next to you on the subway train. And if it wasn't for the occasional glances that this man made in Fernando's direction, there was no way that Fernando would have ever known that this man was hitting on him which made the meaty dick resting on Fernando's hand began to stiffen rather quickly. "Hey," the man said softly, raising both his eyebrows, and then shifted his eyes in a series of coordinated movement as if it was a special code for initiating sex. Fernando glanced over at the man, who looked as though he was in this late thirties, and gave a dirty smile. I am sorry to say that you and I will never get to know the name of this mysterious man and so I will continue to refer him as "the man" for the rest of this story. The man had an athletic physique and was a little bit taller than Fernando. He was wearing a blue bomber jacket over a grey sweater to shield himself from the chilly winds outside and Fernando could see in the dimly lit room that he was also grabbing onto his fully erect 6-inch penis which looked like a large meaty sausage and was rubbing it gently. Fernando reached over to grab the man's cock and began to stroke it. The man tilted his head back and began to moan softly, just as Fernando took a step forward and grabbed his head towards his own and slid his tongue sloppily down the man's throat and soon, they were both kissing each other deeply and passionately. Fernando pulled away and caress the man's face. "Let's find some private place to have some fun," Fernando suggested and pointed towards the middle cubical. "No one will notice any suspicious activity in there." "Fuck yeah" the man whispered in an airy tone, and both the men zipped up their pants and walked quickly toward the cubical, closing the door behind them and locking the door with a cloud clink! Fernando began to pull the man closer and licked his neck, much to the man's enjoyment. He then reached down to unzip his pants to reveal his impressive 7-inch cock which was already dripping wet with precum and pushed the man's head down towards it. "Nice coc-," the man tried to say but Fernando was quick to grab his head with both his hands and shoved his cock down the man's throat so only a gurgling sound could be heard echoing in the cubical stall as the man quickly adjusted to Fernando's girth. A pig, as I'm sure you know, is a cute little creature that we often pet at a farm for no reason whatsoever or brought along with us on long walks if we cannot afford a dog. A pig, in the context of gay sex, is considered someone who have sex with just about anybody and is into all sorts of sexual activities such as being petted for no reason whatsoever to having long walks if one cannot afford a dog. And it was much to Fernando's enjoyment that he had found a pig that was willing to do anything he pleased. He lifted the man up from his comfortable kneeling position of slobbering cock-sucking and repositioned him so that he was now bent over the toilet; his arse pointing straight at Fernando's cock which was covered in a slick layer of spit. He pulled down the man's pants, which dropped to the ground near his ankles and slid a finger slowly into the man's arse, which was already slicked with something warm and sticky. Fernando realized quickly that it was cum from the person before him - there is nothing better than to fuck using cum as lube. And with a single thrust, Fernando slid his thick cock deep within the man's arse and he began to fuck in earnest, a word which here means "at such speed and power that it felt as though the walls of the public toilet were rumbling and about to collapse." If you happen to be walking by the park at this time of the night and stumbled near the river where the public toilet was, you might be delighted to hear a familiar sound of a hip roughly slapping onto a butt and the moaning that usually accompanies it, and be quite tempted to enter the restroom and join in on the fun. But this particular night was quite so it was just Fernando and the man alone together in the middle cubical. Fernando grabbed the man's body with both of his hands and pressed him close to his body as he fucked him so that they looked more like one obese guy who was moving awkwardly in a dimly lit room than two horny men having sex. The fucking was so impressive on Fernando's end that the man started shooting long strings of cum uncontrollably all over the toilet seat, the floor and the walls. "Good boy," Fernando whispered softly into the man's ears. "I'm going to cum now. Where do you want it?" This was, of course, a rhetorical question as, I'm sure you know by now, that Fernando always shoots inside whoever's gut he happened to be fucking at that time. "Cum inside me," the pig begged, pushing his butt back so that Fernando's cock was buried deeper within him. Fernando held the man tightly against his chest and pushed deep. Sure enough, several strings of hot cum erupted out of Fernando's cock and found its way deep within the man's arse. He kept his cock in there for several seconds before withdrawing, sliding his cock out slowly so that the man could feel the emptiness and wishing to be fucked some more. A few drops of cum began to leaked out which dropped down onto the man's pants that was still wrapped around his ankle. Fernando gave the man a slap on the butt and pulled up his pants, unlocked the door and walked away, leaving the man to clean up his own mess. As Fernando exited the restroom into the crisp night air, he bumped into another guy who entered the restroom. He never got to see his face, but that fact doesn't matter because by the time he was almost at his car, he could hear the familiar sound of a hip roughly slapping onto a butt and the moaning that usually accompanies it coming from the public toilet next to the river, and by the time he had excited the park and made his way onto the highway, the pig had yet another load into his gut. *** To my kind readers, Please find the manuscript located in a lock suitcase that will be delivered to you. The password is my birthday and you birthday combined. Inside you will find my current research on the whereabouts of Fernando in THE HITCHHIKER. Be extra careful if your car breaks down in the middle of a highway and under no circumstances should you drink any beverage that a stranger kindly offers. With all due respect, Ganthian Rath

What a very naughty man that was. I'm sure you didn't enjoy that one little bit ... or maybe ... you did?

When you ask someone a question and they lie and you make a decision based on their lie that you would not have made if they told the truth, I would say you have been victimized by a dishonest person no matter what the context or situation.

Doing it again tomorrow night --- can't wait!

Just got back from sucking some dick, actually...was just bored sitting here on the couch watching Futurama (lol) and Grindr went 'beep' and I saw that there was a guy on his way back from work who wanted his dick sucked. Told him to meet me around the corner from my house (a 30 second walk) and I would suck his dick right there. I went at the corner when he said he was a minute away, he drove up and put it in park, I got in the passenger side and proceeded to take his already out and hard cock into my jizz-trap mouth. I'm a pretty good cock-sucker, but this guy was FAST he blew in less then a minute, I swallowed and said thanks. And left. He didn't say anything. Just drove off. God my life is awesome!!! ???? BTW...I thought I would add...I'm going back on Grindr, bbrt & nastykinkpigs to find some more!!! I will add ALL the Cumloads I get today cause I'm in such a good mood after that last one(quick cummer...but HUGE cumload!!)

I can sound myself but much prefer to be sounded giving control of size and depth to someone else. I hope to take a finger deep in my piss hole.

A bottom who let's someone breed them because that top lied about their status after the bottom made it clear he was not willing to take poz loads has been victimized. The fact that he is willing to take other loads does not obligate him to take yours. Change that situation to a bottom taking all loads without asking questions, and I will agree with you that the top has done nothing wrong. Don't ask, don't tell is a two way street.

http://www.xtube.com/video-watch/3-loads-in-1-great-ass-24140951 3 loads in 1 great ass Met this guy at Decadence and fucked him with a friend. Such a hot ass. Friend lubed him up with load #1. I gave him a huge creamy load #2, and then friend deposited another hot load #3. Woof!

Hi ... just catching up again on this topic. I know what Tallslender means ... it took me a while to learn the joys of sounds but once tried them I quickly became hooked. Now, if alone (at a loose end so to speak) I'll often reach for both my ball stretchers and the sounds. I don't think I've any pics of the combination but it is truly awesome to feel the balls pulling down, then followed by a nice large well lubricated sound easing its way down inside my cock. Unless I'm very disciplined with myself I can guarantee this'll bring me off ultra quickly so I just lie there slugging poppers, watching porn and feeling my juices beginning to boil deep inside me! Its like an inside-out wank.

A Series Of Unfortunate Breeding: Part the Third: Sedative Massage If you have ever woken up on the wrong side of the bed, then you would know the horrible feeling of being rather confused and tired and grumpy which has little to do with waking up on any side of the bed. It is usually bad enough to wake up in a bad mood, but it would be even more unfortunate if your morning just got any worst which is why I would highly recommend that you close this link immediately and instead, ease your mind with something a little bit more pleasant such as a funny cat video or a picture of a lemon meringue pie. I am sorry to tell you that the proceeding paragraphs that you are about to read contained a malicious scheme that was concocted up by none other than the notorious Fernando as he will seduced yet another unsuspecting man into taking his toxic load, and it all started off where you find yourself now, having just woken up on the wrong side of the bed. Fernando found himself getting up from a different side of his bed for some odd reason and felt quite confused and tired and grumpy. As the morning light trickled through the window and gently hit his face, he could faintly see the sexy mess that he had caused last night as he wildly made out and then fucked one of the room service boys. And from the small table across from his bed, he heard a rather annoying ringing sound radiating from his phone. He slowly got up from the messy bed as he stretched his arms wide and far, and being careful as to avoid the unused packages of condom and the dirty socks that littered the ground, he walked over to see who could be calling him so early in the morning. It was a message from FeelGoodMassage, one of the massage apps that he occasionally used to trick people into thinking that he was a masseur but really, he just comes over to give them a happy ending, a term which here means "to fuck them and deposited an incurable strain of HIV into their gut, often without their consent." "You free man, where are you?" the man asked on the app, which was quite an impolite way of saying "hello" first thing in the morning. "Can you come over now? Geez, my back is sore." "Yeah, I can come over now," Fernando replied, and reached down to rub his morning wood - a term here, which I'm sure you know, means "erection" and has nothing to do with trees in a forest, although they are sometimes quite nice to look at in the morning. "I'm free all morning. Send me your address." It didn't take long before the man on the app sent through his address and Fernando let out a sigh of relief as he realized that it was just down the road. He looked around the room and got to work immediately, packing his bag full of pocket cameras which, I am sad to say, he will be using later to record all of his terrible sex acts, and a special massage oil labelled with the initials S.S.O. He folded the massage table and glanced around at the terribly disorganized and dirty room before closing the door shut. "There you are. What took your so long? I'm Lucas" Lucas said rudely, as he opened the door to his house. "Let's make this quick. I got a very important appointment to attend to in an hour." Fernando stood at the front door and glanced quickly at the hunk that was towering before him. Lucas was wearing a very tight tank top which flushed against his bulging chest and tapered downwards towards his fitted jeans which wrapped tightly around his legs to his bare foot. His wide shoulders and big traps complimented sharply with his huge biceps the size of a football and his right arm had a tattoo of a vicious pack of wolves. Fernando looked down at Lucas's finger to see a golden wedding ring that shimmered brightly in the afternoon light. "Is your wife at home?" Fernando asked. "No, she is out with the kids for the weekend," Lucas replied. "Come inside." He walked inside the house, leaving Fernando with his bags of supplies, a dirty smile and a growing erection to follow suit. Lucas bought Fernando into his living room. It was a large room with wooden floorboards and a leather sofa on the corner. It was quite dark except for a few streams of light that entered through the blinds and illuminated a table and a fire place that looked like it hasn't been used for years. "Let me set up the massage table in the middle of the room," Fernando said as he began to set up the massage table in the middle of the room. He turned around and looked at Lucas, "In the meantime, I want you to remove your clothes and come back with a towel wrapped around your waist." "Fine, whatever," Lucas replied confidently, and walked down towards the corridor to the bedroom to get undressed. As Fernando heard the heavy footstep become softer in the distance, he quickly searched through his bag of supplies and pulled out a small recording camera which he discreetly placed - the term "discreetly" here means "without Lucas ever being aware that whatever was about to unfold was being recorded to blackmail him later", between a framed picture of what appeared to be Lucas's beautiful wife and a decorative pot. He then shuffled through his bag and pulled out a bottle of S.S.O which he held firmly in his hands as Lucius reappeared in the flesh, a phrase here which means "showing nothing but his six pack, bulging chest and biceps and a towel which covered everything else from the waist down". "Please," Fernando said, trying his best to behave professionally in front of such a delicious specimen, "lay down on your stomach, and just relax." "You don't have to tell me twice," Lucas said. He walked towards the massage table that had been set up while he was gone and layed down as instructed. "My whole body is so sore from all the working out. My chest, back and thighs are killing me." "And soon your mouth and arse too," Fernando thought to himself and gave an evil, evil grin, as he often does when sex is just around the corner. Fernando started putting on some special gloves and applied some oil onto his hands. "Why does a masseur needs some gloves?" Lucas asked suspiciously. "I am using a special type of oil which I created," Fernando replied. "The glove helps the oil heat up faster. Just relax." The special oil that Fernando was applying onto Lucas was a formulation that he created himself with the help of his bartender friend that you may recall from Club Sixty-nine on Smith Street. Both of these men have worked together to trick and drug guys into taking toxic loads, for whatever personal evil reasons I have not yet discovered, and now they have came up with a chemical compound that contained a powerful mix of sedative, a word here which means "a substance that relaxed the muscles to the point where you cannot move a finger". The formula was named Special Sedative Oil or S.S.O for short and, as you may have guessed, was perfect to be used on pizza dilvery boys so you wouldn't have to pay for the dinner or in this case, to be used on Lucas so that he could only lay there defenceless while Fernando breeds him. "W-w-what is happening?" Lucas quivered as he tried to move his body. "I cannot move a finger". Fernando ignored Lucas and flipped him over onto his back to see an expression of sheer terror as his towel unfolded and dropped to the floor, exposing a rather limp cock. Although Lucas's body had been sedated from the oil, his mouth was not, so he was quick to yell out, "What the fuck are you doing? You faggot, what until I call the P-" but he never got the chance to finish his sentence - and I am sad to say that this would be Lucas's final coherent words - because soon, his mouth was covered by a glove which was covered in S.S.O. Sleep paralysis is a condition where you may find yourself unable to move your body in the middle of the night. It is usually a frightening experience because it is usually accompanied by weird sounds and shifting shadows as you lay helplessly wishing for it to be over. I once woke up in the middle of the night unable to move and I could swear that I could see the evil, evil grin of Fernando standing beside my bed and hear his manic laugh echoing through my ears. My stomach churned and I felt sick as if I have been dropped from a skyscraper. Luckily for me, it was just part of a sleep paralysis but it was enough to make me sleep deprived for the many days that followed. Unfortunately for Lucas, I am sorry to say, that this felt very much like sleep paralysis as he laid there helplessly and unable to move and by the time Fernando had lifted his hand away, Lucas head just flopped motionlessly to one side like a manniquin. A puddle of saliva started to accumulate in his mouth and began to dribble onto the floor as if he was at a dentist cleanup and the lady in charge of eliminating the saliva with the sucking machine decided to go on holiday midway and turned off the machine. Fernando then moved towards Lucas' face and whispered softly in his ears the disturbing words that I hope you or I would never have to hear from such a wiked man: "I'm going fuck the shit out of you and your going to enjoy every last bit of you." If you happened to be trespassing out on Lucas front yard this very moment and peeked through the blinds where the living room was, you would have seen a muscular man laying perfectly still like a dead log and another equally fit and muscular man unzipping his pants to reveal his hard cock, slowly feeding it to the man laying down, holding his head in place with one strong hand, and with his other hand, holding a video camera to record everything up close. And if you squint your eyes next to the picture of a beautiful lady and a decorative pot, you could well see another hidden camera that is capturing the entire sex scene. It is rather a hot scene, if you are into these sort of things, but not if you are the man that couldn't move due to the S.S.O and was struggling to breath for air between the rough thrusting of a thick cock in and out and up and down his throat. "You like that?" Fernando asked, as he looked down to see Lucas wide open mouth engulfing his cock and saliva trickling down his smooth chin and forming a small puddle on the floor. "Mmmmm," was all Lucas could mumbled between each thrust, which meant something like, "don't, please stop!" but Fernando ignored his reply and continue thrusting. After a couple of minutes, Fernando then moved towards the end of the massage table and pulled Lucas's leg apart, lining up his cock with Luca's tight and hairy ass. He then tried to force his cock in but Lucas squeezed his arse tight. He still had a bit of fight left in him. Fernando looked up at Lucas with an evil, evil grin and then applied some S.S.O oil onto his finger which he began to rub it around Lucas' sphincter and in a matter of seconds, much to Lucas' horror, it began to lossen up. Lucas tried to contract his arse again but it was futile, of course, and as one finger made its way into the soft and delicate lining of his ass, it was soon followed by two fingers and then a third and eventually, Fernando's whole 7-inch cock had slithered its way completely into his gut and was pumping wildly back and forth. The thrusting was rough and violent, as Fernando had said, and although it was extremity painful at the beginning, Lucas soon felt the pleasure, as all true bottoms do, as Fernando repeatedly hit his prostate. "I'm going to cum," Fernando said, as he pushed his cock in a little bit deeper and much to Lucas' furthur enjoyment. "Where do you want it?" "Mmmmm," Lucas cried, which meant something like, "Please. Give it to me!" "As you wish," Fernando replied with a smile. He placed the camera down and held both of Lucas's leg tightly and pushed his cock in as deep as he could. As Fernando's balls swelled up, Lucas could feel pulses after pulse of cum filling his gut. Fernando held the position for several seconds and grabbed Lucas' cock and started rubbing it ferociously until it started to spewed onto Lucas's chest a rather large puddle of cum, which Fernando quickly scooped up and fed it back to Lucas, holding his mouth shut and tilting his head upwards so that every drop made it down his throat. "Enjoy your last negative load," Fernando said, as he tilted his own head back and gave out a laughter, which still haunts my dreams ever since the last time I heard it after I narrowly escaped from Fernando's clutches in the public library a few months ago. Fernando reached down into his bag of supplies and, after a bit of fiddling, found exactly what he was looking for: a buttplug. He withdrew his cock from Lucas' ass, and in one swift motion as if he had done it a dozen times - which he has, by the way - grabbed the video camera from the fireplace and recorded the lining outside of Lucas' ass which was still wide open from the fucking and beginning to dribble with cum. Wasting no time, Fernando placed the buttplug to stop any more cum from leaking and hoisted the lifeless body over to the couch so that he was now sitting naked on the sofa, with the butt plug securely placed underneath him. Fernando knew that the sedative wasn't going to wear off for another hour or so - perfect for making a grand escape - but before leaving, he grabbed Lucas's wallet, which was sitting near the picture of his wife and the secret camera and searched through it. Lucas could do nothing but watched with his eyes - which was the only area that has not been sedated - as Fernando grabbed all the money from his wallet and threw what was left on the floor. Fernando glanced at his watch. "Looks like we got about an hour left before the effect wears off," he laughed. He walked over to where Lucas was sitting motionlessly and grabbed his head once more and pushed it onto his still-erect dick and skull fucked him for the second time. I am sad to say that Fernando was a heavy multiple cummer and he filled Lucas' mouth with a load as huge as one that he had previously deposited which dribbled slopperly down Lucas' mouth like a baby who was still learning how to eat, down his chin and onto his chest. "Who's the faggot now?" Fernando asked mockingly, and patted Lucas' face softly two times which made him dribbled some more cum onto his chest. Fernando got dressed and left the house leaving behind a motionless man with cum streaming down his mouth and a toxic load that was now incubating deep within his gut. The cum had no where to go as the butt plug held firmly in place and, I am sad to say, that the rough fucking caused the inside of his ass to be ripped apart enough to let the mutated gene flow through his bloodstream. I did get the chance to visit the house where Lucas lived in several years later only to find that it had been sold. From the interview I did with the friendly neighbours, they said that there was an argument not long after the incident which resulted in a divorce. It wasn't until some further investigation with a source, which I must keep secret to protect his identity, that I found out that Fernando had mailed a USB to Lucas's wife of the footages of the sex scene with a note saying, "Thanks for inviting me over buddy. Hope we could do this more often, especially when the wife is away." No one knows where Lucas is since he sold the house although various reports have confirmed that a hunk with a wolf tattoo can sometimes be seen roaming around the gay sex club Sixty-nine taking bare cocks on Friday nights. *** To my kind readers, I hope this manuscript of CENTRAL PARK BREEDING made it to you safely. Please be on the lookout for Fernando wherever he is; I have heard that he is making his way out of the state and is resting by Monument Valley National Park. Who knows what trouble he is stirring up with that S.S.O in his possession. With all due respect, Ganthian Ralph

A gay sex club, as you may already know, is a scary place where men would go to share a brief moment of intimacy with other men for the sake of sheer pleasure. It is an especially dangerous place to go to if you are lonely on a Friday night - or any nights for that matter - where you could find an unlimited amount of guys to fuck, suck, cuddle and a dozen of other things which would be to graphic to list here on these pages. If you do decide to go, I would suggest for you to bring along a trustworthy friend so that he or she could persuade you to not enter for the sake of your own safety and just go out for some nice dinner together instead. And perhaps your trustworthy friend could also do you a favour and suggest that you log out of this site immediately and stop reading the woeful story that is about to unfold. As I sit here in the safety of my study room typing this story, it makes me weep to share with you my research on the evil Fernando but I must let the public know of his horrific actions so that you can prepare yourself if you ever come across him on your sexual adventures. Fernando was standing outside the large red door on Smith Street during a busy and cold Friday night in New York City. The outside air blew a wind across his blond curly locks that was half hidden under his stained black cap that he wore as a disguised so no one could identify him as he walked into the large building, up the one dozen or so steps of stairs and into the club where all the action were taking place. From the outside, you wouldn't have never guessed that it was a sex club - just a lonely red door with the number Sixty-nine embroidery in gold writing printed sadly above it. It was a hidden place for which men would come to have some fun with other like-minded men and, if you may, for your own sanity, you could choose for a minute to imagine that the fun behind these closed doors consisted of men huddled around each other while playing a family-oriented racing video game and slapping each other on the backside when someone told a funny joke or watching some action movie happily together. But the only fun that ever got played in a gay sex club - or at least in Club Sixty-nine - was lots of consumption of the drug speed; a leather role playing game of master and servants; slapping each other's butts while fucking deep while on one's backside; and watching a never ending stream of gay porn movies whose actors are so foreign that you may have never ever seen before or ever would. And it just happened that Fernando was feeling like all of the above tonight when he groped his cock at all the delicious young boys, hopping to grab one of their attention. To his disappointment, none of them seemed interested so he walked towards the bar and struck a conversation with his old friend, Bartender, who also happened to be the bartender for the club. "Hey bud," Fernando said, sitting down on one of the uncomfortable bar stools. "Any fresh meat tonight?" "Hey buddy," Bartender replied. He reached out and slapped Fernando on the backside, as though he told a funny joke. "Yeah, there was a hottie that walked in here a few minutes ago. He wore a white shirt and tan pants. Just your type." The bartender gave Fernando a wink and continued, "If you are quick though, you could still catch him. I saw he went upstairs to the dark maze area. It's nice and dark up there; he wouldn't know what hit him." "Thanks," Fernando said. He did not bother to point out that he already knew how dark a dark maze could get - he had fucked enough guys already upstairs to know. Fernando got up from his stool and made his way upstairs. If you ever find yourself lost in a maze, the wisest thing to do would be to yell for Help! as loud as you could and hopefully someone would come to your rescue. If you have eaten way too many candies and lost your voice, you best bet is to then keep turning left at every possible chance that you have until you have found your way safely out. The dark maze that Fernando found himself in was a large room painted black with dozens of walls separating each other and hundreds of blue fluorescent light that spread randomly throughout which made the whole room look like one large maze with floating blue lights. If you happen to be upstairs that night along with Fernando - and you could very well be since it seemed as though all the guys were here on Friday night to get in on all the action - you would have barely seen, under the blue flourescent lights, lots of guys moving around with both their hands forward to see where they were heading; many of which were also tuning left at every possible chance, as though they were lost. And in the corner of Fernando's eyes, he could see a bloke with a white shirt and tan pants turning a corner and wasted no time in pursuing him. If you been in the maze for as long as Fernando have, you definitely would have memorized the floor layout like the answers to a multiple choice test beforehand or the name of all the singers in the One Direction boyband. Some of the path in the maze led to a small room with a bed that have been stained with copious amount of cum - the word "copious" here means "many small puddles of cum that has not been cleaned up properly and instead, smeared everywhere on the bed" and the floor littered with used condoms and slippery with packets of lubes which no one seemed to care to dispose of in the nearby lonely bin. One of the path in the maze led to the toilets where, I am sad to say, was the place where Fernando would stealth a middle-aged man many years later in one of the cubical after intoxicating him at the bar with the help of the bartender, and another path which led to the outside balcony where I laid eyes on the dreaded Fernando for the first time on a hot summer evening. But on this particular night, after turning left then right, and left and left some more, the darkened path led to a room with a series of booth which the man in white shirt and tan pants quickly entered and locked the door behind him with a loud clink! Fernando quickly entered the room next to him and also locked the door behind him with a loud clink! A room with a hole in the wall could mean a lot of different things depending on where you are when you first encounter it. For instance, if you were at a construction site of your unfinished home and see a hole in the wall, you might think that the lazy construction team forgot to patch it up and you would no doubt get very angry. If you were at home in your study room trying to hide away from a sex maniac, you might be relieved to find a small hole in the wall where you could occasionally peek through to see if you are still safe. But if you find an average size hole perfectly cut out in the wall of a gay sex club with a slobbering warm mouth on the other side, you might find it extremely pleasurable to unzip your pants and stick your hard cock through it and see where it leads too. "Let's see where this leads too," Fernando thought to himself, once he had unzipped his pants and stuck his dripping 7-inch hard cock through the wall, ready to be devoured by the hungry mouth on the other side. A wave of pleasure instantly spread thoughout his body as the person on the other side expertly applied pressure on his shaft with his mouth and was now moving his head back and forth in a rhymic pattern, which Fernando reciprocated by thrusting his hips back and forth to match with the pattern. If you ever stopped by the large red door with the golden embroidery of the number Sixty-nine outside of Smith street in the busy New York City these days, you would find, much to your disappointment, that it has now been closed, with a large lock chain that hung around both the handle bars to keep anyone from getting inside. There are no longer any loud music that can be heard leaking from the smashed windows that covered the building or the sound of fucking and moaning in the private booths with the hole in the wall. The authorities have been alerted that such a high rise in HIV in the area deemed for it to be unsafe for public use. "Yeah!" Fernando whispered, as he continues to thrust his dick sharply against the wall, hoping to slide as much of his meat down the man's throat as possible. "Suck that dick, man!" "Mmmm," was all Fernando could hear from the other side. It wasn't long before the warm feeling was gone and replaced by a familiar feeling of something being rolled onto his dick and Fernando looked down through the semi darkness to see a condom. I'm sure you don't need me to tell you how much Fernando was shocked to see a condom as much as you or I would have been shocked if you had to eat fish and chips without any tartare sauce or watching a chick flick movie when you thought it was an action movie or bumping into your ex after narrowing escaping from his scheme to fuck and pass on his mutated HIV strain into your system. Instead of being annoyed, Fernando just smiled a sinister grin as the man finished rolling the condom onto Fernando's dick and smiled even wider as he finished applying the lube. By the time the man had positioned himself so that every inch of Fernando's cock was inching deeper and deeper within him, Fernando was grinning so much that his jaw started to hurt so he began to thrust a couple of times through the wall and into the man's tight ass. I am sorry to write that Fernando had been in this situation before and he would always succeed in depositing his toxic cum into his victim. For whenever Fernando withdrew his cock and thrusted it back in again to generate maximum pleasure for the man on the other side, he would slowly remove the condom so that on the seventh thrust, the condom was completely removed. It didn't take long before Fenando's balls bagan to swelled up and it didn't take much longer after that before Fernando started shooting loads after loads of toxic cum into the unsuspecting man's hole. Fernando pushed in further to get every last drop of cum as deep into the man's gut as possible and continued to thrust his hips a couple more times so that the man wouldn't get suspicious of anything. Fernando withdrew his cock from the used ass and a trail of cum dribbled out of the man's ass and landed on the hole in the wall where it then slowly trickled down the wall. Fernando quickly tucked his semi-hard cock back into this jeans, zipped up and unlocked the door, just as the man on the other side opened his. Fernando took a good look at his latest victim, who was recovering from the fuck and looked slightly dazed, before talking a step into the darkness and disappeared. "How did it go?" the bartender asked when he saw Fernando walked out of the dark maze with a smile on his face, which anyone who knew Fernando well, like I did, knew that he had succeeded in passing his mutated gene. "Guessing from your smile on your face that you succeeded in passing on your mutated gene?" Fernando gave the bartender a high five and walked out the large red door with the number Sixty-nine in gold embroidery printed glumly above it and into the busy street of Friday night. His jawed hurt from all the grinining but he knew it was worth it. Another night and another load down and I am sorry to say that there will be many more loads finding their way into unsuspecting holes in the days to follow. *** To my kind readers, I have terrible news. It seems as though Fernando has perfected his concoction of a powerful sedative. In the meantime, be extremely weary of a massage table and some decorative pot plants. You can find more information once I send through the manuscript for SEDATIVE MASSAGE shortly. It is only with your help that I could put Fernando behind bars and bring him to justice. With all due respect, Ganthian Raph

Part 2: The thick wood wall held firm as Brother Roberto slammed his 10-inch dick through the velvet-covered hole and into my ass raw. I was happy to take whatever penance he offered as long as it got me closer to my goal - closer to the bug - closer to CRF19. I snorted two big lines off the golden platter and once I did, Father Adelmo stuck the end of his uncut Cuban dick back into my mouth and started chanting, “JOIN THE HOLY UNION. BE ONE WITH THE BODY. JOIN THE HOLY UNION. BE ONE WITH THE BODY.” The chanting picked up in tempo and volume as Father Adelmo pumped my throat and one of the Brother’s banged my ass. “TASTE OF MY BODY - TASTE OF MY BLOOD - TASTE OF MY SPIRIT!” the Father yelled as he stiffened, clutched the carved finials of the confessional window and grunted in unison as the good Brother swelled and flooded me at the other end. I tilted my head slightly up, which made Father Adelmo’s dick spurt his last drops onto the roof of my mouth. His head was thrown back in righteous ecstasy, the cords on his neck straining as I gave him a holy vision and swallowed his sacred seed. Finally spent, Father Adelmo relaxed, exhaled, looked down at me and set his hands on top of my head in blessing and thanks before easing his now semi-hard dick from my hungry gullet. Brother Roberto was not so kind and pulled out of my freshly fucked hole in one jerk, making me gasp. As the Brother’s seed settled in, Father Adelmo stepped out of the confessional, my curtain was pulled back, and Bob was there to help me stand. I was disappointed as I was hoping he had been the one fucking me, but when the curtain pulled back and another Brother stepped out, all I could think of was how to get more of dick back in my hole so I could turn it from pink and white to red and white - cherry vanilla swirl. Father Adelmo settled himself in a high-backed, ornate chair, as a Brother held the platter out for him to snort from, another set a crystal glass full of a burgundy liquid to his side, and a third handed him a long braided cord heavy with golden beads. Bob - the Brother Roberto with the jagged scar on his temple - pushed me forward and motioned for me to kneel on a plush pillow by the Father’s seat. I tried to sit back, but was kicked, so back on my knees I arched my back, stretched, and was rewarded with another dip at the plate of white manna to snort. FUCK! Each hit burned more and more, but the shit was good whatever it was and the more I snorted, the more surreal the situation became and I chuckled a bit. The ornate plush room, in some warehouse type building, surrounded by guys who now - more so being high - all looked like clones - serving a twisted pig of a Padre. Damn! The golden beads on the braided cord made a soft, rhythmic noise as Father Adelmo ran the cord between the thumb and fingers of his left hand. He seemed lost in thought now and no one spoke a word. He snorted from the platter, a Brother carefully wiped the excess from his right nostril, then with pupils wide the Father turned to me and said - as if we had been in the middle of a conversation all along, “The CRF19 virus responds to antiviral treatment. But due to its fast progression rate, those who are diagnosed are done so too late for the therapy to work and their immune systems are unable to recover.” My dick twitched and I moaned. The Father went on, “While my sources inform me the strain has now reached epidemic proportions in Cuba, so far, it has not spread outside Cuba, with the exception of a few rare cases.” There was another pause as Father Adelmo snorted some more, the platter was held out for me and when I only snorted two lines, I was cuffed up side the head by Bob, so I snorted two more. Bob set his hand on my left shoulder in firm approval and squeezed. Father Adelmo titled his head, leaned forward, held my chin up with his right hand so that I could stare into the depths of his brown eyes and asked, “Are you willing to be the lamb that brings CRF19 back to my children?” I nodded, Father Adelmo smiled, and suddenly the room was full of motion and energy. My head was released, Father Adelmos leaned back in the chair, two of the Brothers Roberto stood side by side in front of me - one roughly grabbing my left wrist as the other wrapped a length of golden silk around it then holding the free end yanked my arm out to the side. My other wrist was done in turn and together; the Brother’s pulled me forward. I tried to stumble, but fell flat onto the carpeted floor and as I did, each ankle was grabbed and also wrapped and then pulled and soon as I lying flat with a Brother kneeling by each of my hands, the golden cloth wrapped around their fists, tying us together like a shepherd and a wayward sheep. My legs were splayed; Father Adelmo stood over my head, bent forward, and slid his braided cord of beads under my neck, looped it, and pulled. I choked and sputtered and he pulled harder. While Father Adelmo was literally yanking my chain, a hard body lay on my naked back and a thick dick punctured my rectum anew. Being held down and throttled left me little choice but to take the dick that started to slowly push in, pull out, push back in. I then heard a loud snort above me and Father Adelmo began to chant, “TAKE THE BLESSING OF THE SEED. TAKE YOUR DELIVERANCE. I BLESS YOU MY SON. LET ME ABSOLVE YOU OF YOUR PAST LIFE AND ANOINT YOU FOR THE LIFE TO COME. THAT STARTS NOW. HERE AS I MARK YOU AS THE LAMB.” The thrusting in my ass paused, the cloth bindings pulled taught, Father Adelmo kneeled by my side-turned head and I felt a sharp slicing in first my left, then my right shoulder, followed by him rubbing his finger over each wound as he said, “BLOOD TO BLOOD UPON THE ALTAR OF MEN, SO SHALL YOU BE MARKED. ANOINTED. BAPTIZED BY ALL HE WHO COMES FORTH!” The man inside me started slam fucking hard, deep, fast, and the only sound he made as he filled with me his seed was a soft grunt. He immediately withdrew, there was a few seconds of shuffling as the cloth binding on my right ankle was shifted, then someone else lay on my back and they too began to fuck. Father Adelmo had stood back up, snorted, and continued to chant, “TAKE THE BLESSING OF THE SEED. TAKE YOUR DELIVERANCE. I BLESS YOU MY SON. LET ME ABSOLVE YOU OF YOUR PAST LIFE AND ANOINT YOU FOR THE LIFE TO COME.” The man in my ass filled me with sperm, more shifting, another big dick and I grunted as this one was a bit thicker, but they were all long - holy hell where did he find these men? I just took at least 30 inches and was there more coming? Apparently yes. “TAKE THE BLESSING OF THE SEED. TAKE YOUR DELIVERANCE. I BLESS YOU MY SON. LET ME ABSOLVE YOU OF YOUR PAST LIFE AND ANOINT YOU FOR THE LIFE TO COME.” The chant continued to ring and resound as one after another the five Brothers in the room shifted positions in turn and each fucked me raw, and filled my ass with their gifts. I don’t think any of them had nutted in a long time as not only did I feel the cum flow from my hole, but they came awful quick. This was not about enjoyment; it was about service and duty. Brother number five was getting ready to unleash his contribution inside me when Father Adelmo’s voice grew louder, “I BAPTIZE YOU - I BAPTIZE YOU - I BAPTIZE YOU.” the Brother filled me up and pulled out of my ass and within seconds as the Father yelled “I BAPTIZE YOU!” I felt a hot spray of cum blast from the Father’s dick as he jacked off standing over me, coating my shoulder wounds, my back, the side of my face. He then took a step back, straddled me once more, and I felt the powder of his chemical storm sprinkled over me and then the golden platter was dropped to the floor and discarded, no longer needed. It was snowing in Magic City - a chemical fallout. My wrists and ankles were released. Hot hands pressed my flesh, mouths and tongues found the chemical adornment the Father had dumped on my naked and used body, and as the Brothers slurped it up, they mixed the white powder in with the Father’s cum. It tickled, and I was jealous, and I was begging for someone to fuck me! Someone - I’m convinced it was Bob as he seemed to enjoy doing so - cuffed my head so I shut up and the Brothers finished licking, snorting, and using my sacrificed body as a drug buffet. All restraints released I got my wish as the drugged up Brothers were horny and ready for round two, three, and four. I was hefted onto my hands and knees as one stuffed my mouth and another slammed his dick balls deep as he squatted behind me and pounded my wet sloppy hole. Rough fingers coated my nostrils, my ass burned from more chems shoved into my fuck chute. I was baptized, anointed, and made sacred over and over by their DNA. Some hours later Bob helped me up after I had been basted with Cuban cum like a Christmas turkey. He ushered me into a small room that had just a cot, washbasin, and a set of dark red, almost black clothes. Not black like the Brothers, but dark blood red like death. One of the young twinks from the chapel - now dressed in crisp whites and holding his head down in deference - brought in a small plate of food. When I asked him about the clothes he did not explain the whites but said, “The Brothers serve HIM! The Brothers are holy. They wear only black as a symbol of death and mourning for the lives we all lived and those that will be lost.” OK - yeah these fuckers were bat shit crazy, but hey, the dick was good so what did I care, right Dusk was slow to descend on the city, but as it did, Bob led me out of my monk cell to meet Father Adelmo who was confidently standing by the front door, his dark gray shirt buttoned all the way up. He smiled as I approached, nodded, and as he led me outside and walked me down the sidewalk, the Father spoke about his good works from the soup kitchens, to the hospice, to the daycare center and home for unwed mothers, and more. The people of the neighborhood all waved, smiled, and shouted greetings, praises, and honorifics as our entourage strolled by - the Father, me, and a horde of Brother Robertos. I tried asking the Father when I would get to go to Cuba, how I would get there, what would happen then, and more, and with each question he shushed me and gave a dismissive little wave. Fuck - like I was a child! I had come all the way to Miami, had let him and his goon squad drug me up, fuck me, breed me (well OK, I DID like that), but still. The least he could do was give me answers. I huffed and was set to start another round of questions when Father Adelmo stopped by a cinder-block warehouse, a Brother slid back the large door, and Father said, “Peace my son. Brother Roberto will guide you and it will take a few days to make all the arrangements - that is if you have the money? You do? Good. Go and get it and return here. Brother Roberto will accompany you.” Father Adelmo then stepped into the darkness of the warehouse while Bob cuffed me and guided me down the sidewalk in the direction of my hotel. Wait, how did he know exactly where I was staying? In my hotel Bob wasted no time forcefully pulling my issued pants down, mounting my hole raw, and soiling the clean sheets on the bed. I like a top who is verbal - he was not - but that big dick still felt great as he slammed me and so I begged for him to breed me. Clearly he’s a freaky fuck as he yanked his dick out, pulled a baggy of white powder from his pocket, and as I laid on my back with my legs up I watched as he licked his finger, coated it good, then proceed to finger fuck me and bump me higher. I was in heat and begged and pleaded and swore and prayed until Bob anointed me with some more of his seed. That finished, I opened the safe, got the cash I brought, Bob packed it into a backpack that he slung over his left shoulder, and we started back towards the warehouse. I was hyped and chatty, yet Bob deflected all my questions about the good Father with silence. Well the Brother Robertos/”Bob” might have taken a vow of silence but as I felt his cum leak from my ass I chuckled knowing celibacy or abstinence from drugs were not in his set of solemn promises. Even when I begged, “Please let me sin again and make me repent - right here in this alley,” Bob just looked at me all stone faced and silent and pushed me along. Damn him to hell! Back at the warehouse, Bob led me through the large door, into the dark cavern, past two Brothers standing guard with automatic rifles. Shit that was new. We followed the echoing voices, turned a corner and came into a room with a long, wooden table and a number of people hustling and bustling about. Father Adelmo was at the far end, he paused his conversation, waved us over, looked in the backpack fingered the stacks of cash, smiled, and nodded. Bob stepped away and left the room so I looked around. The dim bare bulbs dangling from the ceiling, swaying in the currents of air created by large fans hanging from the rafters, let me see that there were more men with guns coming and going and two others hunched over the table cutting open blue plastic bricks and dumping out packets of white powder. I squinted and realized the men with guns - in jeans, t-shirts, and caps, were Brothers Roberto. They had changed clothes. The men at the table sorting the baggies of powder were Brothers too and one of them looked up, winked, then went back to work. My ass twitched. I went to step closer, but someone put a hand on my shoulder to stop me. I turned, it was Bob, and he too had changed and had added a Miami Marlins baseball cap to his ensemble. Father Adelmo then walked over to me, handed me a baggy, and I turned it over to see the little symbol stamped in black on the back - an angel. Father Adelmo opened the baggy, poured some in his hand and held it up for me to snort. Christ that burned and I swayed, he laughed and Bob steadied me. I shook my head to clear my mind and the Father said, “Tonight, you will go with Brother Roberto and will sell these to my people in need. I also must see how far you are willing to go to obtain the CRF19 virus. Yes, I praise you for today’s service, but there is more you must do.” He tapped the partially empty baggy and said, “THIS IS A NECESSARY EVIL AND ONE THAT ALLOWS ME TO DO ALL THE GOOD WORKS I SHARED WITH YOU AND MANY MORE. THOSE WHO PARTAKE ARE LOST - FOR NOW AT LEAST - AND TONIGHT SO SHALL YOU BE. A LOST SOUL, A BODY WITH NO SOUL THAT EXISTS ONLY FOR THE PLEASURE OF THE DOWN, OUT, DRUG ADDLED, AND DISEASE RIDDEN. YOU MUST PAY THE PRICE TO REACH EL DORADO, TO FIND THE ONE YOU SEEK, TO BECOME THE SACRIFICE ON THE ALTAR OF MAN - FOR MEN - BY MEN.” (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!)

(This is the 1st story I've written I hope you enjoy.) I was 19 and finally out of the small town I grew up in and just moved in with my boyfriend with whom I had recently lost my virginity. At 38 years old and 150 pounds, he was much older, as well as somewhat heavier. Oh, and his cock was very thick and 6.5" long. In contrast I was a 19 years old, tall, thin twink with a 7.5" cock and very tight, hairy ass. We fucked alot, always bareback, but always the same position: I was on my stomach and he would plow my tight little ass for about five minutes and dump his load in me. That was his normal routine when it came to sex. He wasn't very open minded about trying anything other than our normal position, let alone anything kinky. I was young horny and curious about everything so I started exploring on my own. First I went out and got some piercings. My boyfriend was a little wierded out when I got my nipples pierced and not happy at all when I pierced my cock - not that it mattered, because he would never let me top. Since my boyfriend was such a prude, I took matters into my own hands to explore my sexual desires. While he was away on a business trip, I discovered some online chat rooms. The internet was still very new back then. I started chatting with guys about various fantasies and desires and discovered I was really turned on by things like rimming, watersports, and fisting, so I started hooking up with guys anytime my boyfriend was out of town. I always fucked and got fucked raw, and I also tried out some of my kinky fantasies and loved them, but there was one thing that slowly started to turn me on over time, namely the thought that one of the guys I've played with could poz me. I knew the risk of having my ass filled with cum, but it still made my cock rock hard anytime I would speculate if the guy who had just loaded my hole was poz. I started looking for poz men in the chatrooms and I found a hot older man, Mike, who was 160 pounds of poz muscle with a hot six inch pierced cock and lots of tattoos. He had no hangups with fucking a young little negative boy like me. He was the perfect man with whom to start my bug chasing journey. The first time was so hot. I showed up at Mike's apartment and my cock immediately got a raging hard on when I saw him. He answered the door wearing only an old cum and piss stained jockstrap. He was much hotter than his pics. There wasn't really any small talk. He just led me downstairs towards his bedroom. By the time we reached his room, all my clothing had already been ripped off. We we kissing and licking every part of each other's body. His arm pits were amazingly sweetest tasting and were deodorant free. I love a man who smells and tastes like a man. I rimmed him and then he rimmed me, lubing my young fuckhole very well with his spit. He lifted my legs in the air, looked me straight in the eyes, and asked "Do you really want my poz cock and load in you?" I replied "Yes! Fuck me and give me your poz seed!" With that, Mike, slid his raw, pierced, and poz cock up my hole in one stroke using only his spit for lube. I had never been fucked by a pierced cock before and both his cock and the ring felt great, rubbing against the walls of my ass. He fucked me like there was no tomorrow, telling me "Take my dirty pierced cock!" and "I'm gonna deposit my toxic load deep inside of your sweet negative ass!" and "I will be a part of you forever!" I loved it! I was in absolute heaven. He fucked me for at least an hour. Yelling nasty depraved comments the entire time. I could tell he was getting close as he was fucking me harder and faster. Then he yelled "Take my poz cum!" At that moment he shoved himself as deeply into my ass as possible. I could feel his cock spasming, flooding my ass with his poz cum. Mike gave me a long, passionate, spit-filled kiss. He lay on top of me with his cock still in me for a few minutes untill he slid out. It was an amazing fuck that just turned me into more of a bug chaser. I went back online and searched for more poz cock every time my boyfriend was out of town. I also would go to the local bath house and take all loads offered. I turned into a total poz cum slut. As time progressed I started arranging hook-ups with poz guys even while my boyfriend was in town. I would go get my ass pumped full of poz jizz and come home to him. I don't know if he knew I was out being a cum slut or not. Years went by without getting tested. I must have taken at least a thousand loads from hundreds of men. I just kept hunting out nasty poz cum untill I was at the doctor for a routine exam and he realized I was gay and then asked if I wanted an HIV test. I got the test done and a week later got a call to come back in. The doctor informed me I was poz and immediately started me on meds. My relationship ended with the boyfriend, which didn't really bother me since he was so conservative and vanilla. I thoroughly enjoyed the ride of my life: becoming the poz slut I was meant to be.

I just watched a guy lick up a load out if a urinal..unbelievably hot

I grew up in the 1970's....when everything was fun and nothing was too serious. At least that's how it seemed at the time. I was living in a little nowhere town in a nowhere Midwestern state. It was the kind of place you'd drive through and not notice a single detail. But I loved it. My best friend Kenny and I lived only three houses away from each other and out parents were friends. We spent every spare second together - especially in the Summer. We'd walk all over town and tell each other outrageous lies and dirty words we'd heard. One of out favorite places to hang out was in a little park right behind this ancient old house that everyone our age absolutely knew was haunted. It was one of those Victorian three-story beasts surrounded by an iron fence and a completely overgrown yard. It had been empty since I can remember. It had probably once been painted white, but every trace of latex had long since weathered away, exposing old rotting wood. I swear, if you saw the Addams family on the front porch, you would not be shocked. Kenny and I used to get as close to that place as we could dare each other to, but we seldom got farther than the fence. A few years later we found ourselves in junior high with deeper voices, bigger frames and hints of facial hair. We barely got any braver, though. But somewhat. Some nights we'd share one of his dad's cigarettes and walk to that old house. I swear we once saw flashes of light - like camera flashes - through the top windows. We ran all the way home. A week or so later we ventured back after dark and one of us had the daring idea to go inside. !! We easily scaled the fence and found ourselves on the sidewalk leading to the front door. It felt terrifying but exhilarating. The second we set foot on the front porch, the structure made a creak that sent us scrambling away. Who knows what happened, but Kenny and I drifted apart in high school. I was more into art, drama and debate while he gravitated toward the greasy, pot-smoking crowd. Things stayed that way for years until I graduated and went away to college in the mid-80's. During one of my regular phone calls home to ask for money, my mom told me that Kenny had a stroke and died. I didn't know quite what to feel except for a small sadness. We hadn't talked in forever and now I guess we never would. I worked hard at school and came home that Summer with every intention of just sleeping late and eating my mom's pretty excellent cooking for three months. It was relaxing but also pretty boring. One late night I found myself going through my room and looking at old junk in my closet. I found so much stuff that reminded me of Kenny. So many things from my childhood were at last partially connected to my old pal in some way. I found myself staring out the window, wishing he were still nearby so we could go do something. It was almost midnight when I crept downstairs and went to the kitchen. I planned on raiding the fridge for leftovers, but grabbed a few of Dad's beers instead. I then silently went out the back door. It was a nice, warm evening with a symphony of frogs and crickets singing in celebration. I walked down a few streets, brazenly downing my beers in public. Who cared? Everybody was asleep and the only law enforcement this county had was one fat-ass sheriff who was probably manning a speed trap miles away on the highway. I got lost in my thoughts as I waked. I was changing as time as going by. I knew I liked guys more than girls. The more I would try to push those feelings down, the more they would sneak into my dreams. It was not a good time to think like that. A cancer had emerged and killed people who thought the way I was starting to think. I tossed my empty can and started drinking the next one when I realized I'd walked all the way to that same old house. Maybe my old pal Kenny had led me here. I climbed over the fence without even really worrying about it or feeling scared. I sat on the front steps and finished my last beer. After I heaved my empty can into corner of the meadow-like yard, I noticed that the night had grown strangely silent. No crickets. No frogs. Nothing. I just noticed it -- it didn't spook me or anything. I stood up, turned around and approached the front door. Well of course it was locked but I pushed anyway. And it opened as the ancient, rusted lock crumbled in on itself. I swear as I opened the door I swear I heard some scuffling from somewhere inside. Raccoons, probably. There was enough of the streetlight and the full moon coming through the ancient windows that I could kind of make out what I was seeing: A big, bare front room that smelled like old dust and mildew. No big deal. And suddenly a small blue light went on about seven feet in front of me. What the?.... "Hey Trespasser -- got a smoke?", a voice said somewhere behind the blue light. I pivoted on my heels and was heading for the door when the light got brighter. Yep. I was going to die now. "Don't go nowheres, ShitHead! Got a cigarette or not?" "No", was all I could manage in a voice that sounded like I was 10 years old all over again. I dared to turn around again. in this brighter light, I could make out the cigarette-wanter. A hobo obviously. In his underwear, shirtless and barefoot. He was a giant beast of a bum, covered with dark body fur. He was really fat and had a full, unkempt beard. "Yer the trespasser here -- I already been livin' here for three whole days and three whole nights". Well, I guess I was guilty then. But really? What could he do? Call the cops? I mustered the ability to say "Sorry, man. I was just checking things out. I'll just go now. Take care". I turned to leave. Suddenly there was an inhumanly-big arm around my neck. "You done busted my door, Trespasser. You gonna pay to fix it?" He wasn't actually choking me, but I was still finding it hard to breathe. I felt the rancid air in his lungs wash over the top of my head. He sniffed. "You been drinkin', little man?" 'J-just a few beers", I answered. 'Shit. I ain't had me beer in months. I thought I'd done been cured of wanting it while I was in prison out in Colorado. But I still want one almost every goddamned day". He spun me around to face him. I looked up and saw that we wasn't ugly at all. Maybe a little dirty with some serious bad body odor, but this fat giant was not without appeal. Maybe the blue light from his little lantern was making me see things. He was Bluto from the "Popeye" cartoons. "Come here and have a seat", he instructed as he drug me over to a pile of old blankets, ancient coats and a few dirty throw pillows. He plopped me down on my ass and then settled his bulk right next to me. He was still in his underwear and I could make out an arching hard-on pushing the fly to its limits. For a reason only the primal part of my brain knows, I reached over to touch the bulge. I wanted to see it uncovered. I wanted to see it really, really badly. "No no no", he said, "that fucker between my legs is poisonous as a rattlesnake now. You can keep going but it ain't going to end well for you. I ended up catchin' some lethal shit in a prison in California". I wasn't thinking of his words, I yanked down his filthy underwear and gazed in awe at the giant, magnificent piece of uncut meat now bobbing in the blue light. It didn't look diseased in the least. I bent down and took the big cock head in my mouth. THIS. This is what I'd secretly wanted for over a year now. i tasted every flavor and wasn't turned-off by any of them. I could do this for hours. But Bluto had other ideas as he pulled my head off his dick. "Uh oh, You went and done it now. Get ready." Huh? "It'll be easier if you kneel down on all fours -- like this". He flipped me over and I was suddenly posed like the Sphinx staring straight down at a granny-ish throw pillow with a toy poodle stitched on the front. I stayed like that for a few seconds while he adjusted himself right behind me. His big ol' gut was resting on my lower spine. Sex? Gay Man Sex was happening? Now? Really? All doubts were remove as I felt that big penis explored my ass crack. "I can try and pull out in time, but I ain't promisin' nothin". That made no sense to me. I mean, what? Then the tip of his dick poked into my bare hole and it felt like fire. SHIT!!! I was trying to form a protest, but his giant hand reached around and closed over my mouth. I distantly thought of the sheriff and semi-wished he'd come in here with his gun drawn and then help me escape. That didn't happen as this man kept pushing deeper inside of me. And then deeper despite the screams I was issuing through those fat fingers over my lips. A pause. He was all the way in and moaning with pleasure that I sure wasn't feeling. It starting hurting a little less with each thrust. And just when I was able to catch my breath, he stopped. Long pause as he groaned and then yelled "Oh Fucking YEAH!!". It was over? He collapsed on top of me and stayed there while my thoughts went everywhere and nowhere. And I could go nowhere with his mass still on top of me. But then he climbed off and sat against a wall as I put my clothes back on. My ribs ached and my ass was still burning. And leaking. My neck and shoulders were sore as well. I guess the batteries in his lantern were starting to die, because the blue light was dimming and flickering a bit. I wished I had some cash to give him because he needed so much. But I didn't have anything so I headed for the door. "Hold up", he called after me. "Yer probably going to get sick with the flu n a week or two. Take aspirin and drink water and you'll feel better soon." "OK. Gotta go. Take care". i wished my house was closer because it was hard to walk with the pain that ran all through me. I wished Kenny was walking with me with a cigarette we could share. I wished many things on that painful walk, but none of those wishes came true.

My name is Rick Steele and I am a Cocksucker that loves to Snort Spermy Loads blasted directly into my Nose, I am always seeking those Distance Shooters that will bath my brain in ball juice. The Best thing about it, I get to smell your Delicious Load for the next couple of days and yes, I Snort it Up, Suck It Back and It becomes Stomach Bound that way too!

Closing time at the ABS. Clerk comes back in the arcade says "closing time,locking up." Totally dead Sunday night. Just me in there. He walks thru and walks back. I head for the one way out door down there and he approaches and says " I really need to nut." The guy is very heavy, late 50's , not easy on the eyes, but I'm horny as fuck and need dick and cum so I say " I can help you out." He goes and locks up, comes back said says to go into the big viewing room which has a big padded bench. Pulls off his pants and and says suck it. It grows to about 6in and thick. He's moaning and say "I wanna fuck your ass." The girth made me a bit hesitant,but I had to have it. He says "just pull your pants to your knees and lay on the bench" which I do. He takes my arm and puts them behind my back and lifts his belly up and lays it up on me and bears his weight down. I can't move and I feel his cock poking around my ass and he finds the spot and pushes. That thing was a monster in thickness and he kept the pressure up until it was balls deep. He just lays there panting trying to catch his breath. I can't move at all and then his hips start thrusting. He fucks and stops. He keeps doing it and between him rubbing my prostate and my dick rubbing the leather I cum. It is hard for me to take cock after cumming and after a few minutes it felt like my guts were being fucked out. He knew it and was enjoying it. Went on a long time before he said " I'm gonna jizz" and I don't normally feel a guy cumming and it felt like a fire hose. He lays there panting,shrinks and pops out and says "It's okay, I'm on meds." He gets off and I get up all cramped from being squished and pull my pants up. My ass is sore as fuck and he wants me to clean his cock. He ends up laying on his back on the bench and I clean him until he dumps his load in my mouth and down my throat. Very strong taste to it. He just lays there falling asleep and I leave. I get home and I'm gaped with a lot of oozing blood and cum. If he's on meds, I wonder how toxic he is. Guess I'll find out.

Ok, well I said I would post ALL the loads, i just finished a 2 for 1! Got one guys load and his boyfriend...the guy fucked me for a few mins, pulled out stuffed his cock in my mouth and blew(swallowed every drop obvi!), Then his bf finished jerking and blew on my tongue. I said thank u and they just left like 10 mins ago. I had a couple tokes of chronic before I posted this. Yummy! I would LOVE to be able to take 10,000 Cumloads in one day!! I'd be so famous.....and HAPPY!!! ??

Regardless of how "hot" you think it is, anyone who deliberately violates the conditions under which their partner agreed to have sex is an asshole and is committing sexual assault. And just because this this is a site for guys who like breeding, doesn't mean that everyone here is only having sex with guys who also like breeding. If a guy tells you he wants you to use a condom and you don't want to use one, be a fucking adult and find someone else to have sex with.

Part 2 For the next two weeks, all that my mind kept wandering to was him. I didn’t even know his name. But I did know where HE lives. And HE was the best sex I’d ever had in my life. And I wanted MORE. It’s like something had invaded my body with that poisonous cum. The part of me that used to be scared of catching HIV no longer existed. It had been devoured by the disease that was incubating inside me. That’s right, I never went to the hospital. How could I? I was so turned on every time I thought about him and what he did to me. How could I sit there and tell a doctor about it without my raging boner giving me away. I wanted more of him. I needed more of him. And so that brings me to tonight. Right now. I am probably doing something completely stupid, but I think I might go insane if I don’t feel him in me again. So I put on a pair of ass-hugging jeans, simple tee shirt, and grabbed a jacket that hangs a little longer than last time, and headed out. My heart was racing the entire walk, and now I find myself standing in the shadows across the street, watching his house. No movement, but there is a light on. Doesn’t seem like there is anyone else there with him. I walked to the door and knocked. And waited. I was so nervous I was actually shaking. After what felt like eternity, the door flew open. With the one step up into the house from the top step I was on, he was towering over me. “Well, well, well. The bitch came back for more, didn’t ya?” he chuckled. I hadn’t figured out just what I wanted to say to him, despite how many times I played it out in my head. So I ended up stammering, “I just, I wasn’t sure, but, maybe-” He reached out, grabbed my arm and yanked me into the house. In a flash he spun me around and jammed that long tongue down my throat again. This time there was no resistance from me. My tongue was in there, too, gliding and dueling with him, causing us to become a big slobbering sloppy mess. It was a hot fucking kiss! “I knew you’d want more,” he panted once our lips parted. “Come on,” he said, taking me by the hand back to the bedroom. As I got undressed, he was on his phone texting or something, and then he stripped, too. We basically got right back to how it was last time. He wanted me on my stomach while he rimmed me, then he climbed up the bed and straddled me before slowly working his big meat back into me. I’d been so horny for this the last two weeks, my ass felt no pain, and it felt awesome! “Fuck yes, I’ve dreamed about that dick in me every day since I left here,” I groaned. “I knew you would, pig. That’s what sluts, do, right?” he laughed. “Did you keep my babies in you like a good bitch?” “Yes, I put a butt plug in and kept it in me all day,” I replied. “Good, bitch knows what to do. And now you want more. I’ll give you more. We’re gonna get you more than you can handle,” he commented, now working up to quite a frenzied fuck before blasting his first load of the night. That first fuck hadn’t lasted long, but lucky me, I knew that he was good for plenty more. He lay flat on top of me as he came down from his orgasm, his breathing returning to normal. But he seemed perfectly content to lay on me with his hard rod still buried up in me. I was content with it, too. “Any signs of infection yet? It’s been two weeks,” he pointed out. “Not so far,” I told him. “And my ass was bleeding, too. No wonder everyone stared at me on the way home. My pants were soaked with cum and sweat and some blood.” “I’ll get you what you want. It is what you want, isn’t it?” he asked, teasingly rutting his hips to stimulate my ass even more. “Yes.” “Yes, what?” “I want you to fill me with your virus. Infect me. Poz me,” I said. “Good bitch,” he cooed in my ear. “We’re gonna give you more deadly cum that your body will know what to do with.” We? Who is this ‘we’? Suddenly I heard the front door slam shut, and the sounds of several pairs of feet clunking down the hall to us. I tried to look back and see how many people he’d invited over, but his face was right next to mine. I could hear jackets and shoes being removed, but no one spoke at first. Finally HE (I still didn’t know his name) did a push-up and hovered over me for a moment before ramming into my ass with a couple of powerful slams. And then he eased out completely and climbed off of me. I quickly flipped over and was greeted with a sight most horrific. Where HE was built and hot, his choice of friends left a lot to be desired. A rougher bunch of men I’ve never seen. Five in all, they looked like they ranged in age from 40-ish to at least 60. A couple looked like bikers, in their beat-up leathers. Another looked like he was homeless he was so messy looking. And the remaining two were basically skeletons with skin. My stomach lurched. This is not what I came here for. I just wanted a hot fuck from a real stud again. This was delving into dark territory. What do you do when your entire body is lit up with lust but your brain is screaming ‘FIRE!’? I guess HE saw my hesitation and spoke up. “There’s no where to go so you might as well lay back and enjoy the ride. Just like you enjoyed it with me the first time. It brought you back here, didn’t it?” he noted. I couldn’t argue with that. Besides, I was staring at a wall of hard dicks and horny men. Fuck it! I rolled back over and presented my ass to them. I don’t have to see them, anyway. It’s just their cocks I’m interested in. “Fuck yeah, that’s right, bitch,” one of the guys said as he crawled up behind me and lined his hard dick up with my cum-lubed hole. “We’re going to fuck you up,” he added right before shoving balls deep in me, forcing the breath from my lungs. I groaned and sucked in air for a few seconds. Luckily my ass was already fucked by the biggest dick among them, and well lubed, so he had a smooth ride. They all stood around cheering him on. I could tell from the feel of him that he was one of the bikers, just from his general size. His dick felt good, a comfortable ride at 7-ish inches. He slammed into me over and over and over. The friction in my ass was heavenly. After I don’t know how long, he lost control and buried balls-deep into me while his toxic cum flooded my ass. I swear I was born with extra nerve endings back there -I can always feel every drop of cum as it enters my fuckhole. “What do you say, bitch?” HE bellowed. “My friend just gave you a gift.” “Thank-you, Sir.” “Thank-you, Sir for what?” the guy asked me. “Thank-you for your poz load, Sir.” “Not just poz, bitch. I’ve got AIDS. Enjoy,” he chirped, sliding out of me and giving my unbruised butt cheek a swat. Next came the one I thought looked homeless. I knew it wasn’t the other biker because he’s bigger, and it definitely wasn’t one of the skeletal men, either. His dick actually felt bigger than the first guy, a nice surprise for a smaller guy. It stretched my hole and filled me. As he pounded my hole, the thickness caused my ass to make all sorts of raunchy sloppy slurping noises, which the guys all seemed to get off on. Hell, I was getting off on it, too! Between that and the knowledge that my hole was getting filled with their seed, I was feeling like one happy pig. I didn’t bother trying to hide my big smile as I rode back on that dick and fucked myself with it. HE laughed when he saw my obvious pleasure at being used like a cumdump. “Look at you, smiling and happy like a true whore. I should be makin’ money off of you,” he laughed to himself. Then HE grabbed his phone off of the night stand and started taking pictures of my smiling face as I rode the stranger’s dick. I didn’t try to hide myself from that, either. I had no idea what he had planned for the pictures, but I was feeling too good to care. This guy came in my ass, and immediately climbed off. Only seconds later one of the bony thin men was pressing himself up against my upturned ass. I could feel the bones of his hips against my butt cheeks for a moment before he pulled himself back and lined his cock up with my hole. This dick was crazy -it was so thick my hole hurt as it tried to stretch open. Honestly, it felt like he was trying to fist me. Finally just the huge head popped in, causing me to yelp out. This, naturally, caused all of the men to laugh and taunt me. And spur the skinny fucker on. Not the best idea when it didn’t feel like he was going to get in me another inch. It was THAT thick. But not waiting for me to voice any protest, HE ran behind the guy and shoved forward hard. I yelled out as I felt my hole stretch and tear for the unnaturally thick cock. I knew I was torn because as he began to fuck in and out of me, I could feel my hole get a lot slicker from the added blood mixing with the cum. I glanced down between my legs and watched. After several minutes of hard pounding, causing an even more obscene sloppy slurping noise, I began notice a light pink mixture oozing down the insides of my legs. Cum mixed with blood. It wasn’t shockingly red, not even close, so I didn’t panic. I knew that the worst was over, and his dick was now feeling great slamming into me. Eventually I was pushing my ass back to meet his thrusts, riding that monster meat like my life depended on it. I was hoping that his wad would be proportionate to the size of his dick. I could feel a set of big balls flopping against my own low hangers with every forward thrust he made. They felt like big balls, so I really did hope they were full for me. Sure enough, within a matter of minutes, he was giving telltale signs that his orgasm was near. His bony hips hit my ass cheeks harder and faster while his skinny fingers dug into the flesh of my waist. Finally he roared loudly, called me a fucking AIDScumWhore, and literally drenched my guts with his toxic seed. And yes, those balls were FULL. He stayed in me for a couple of minutes, and his dick pulsed non stop the entire time. My hole was slick. With an audible slurping/sucking sound, he gently eased his semi-hard cock from my hole, and I felt the other biker take his place. “Fuck yeah, I love some AIDS sloppy seconds,” he grunted as he jammed his cock into me. It wasn’t nearly as thick as the last guy, so he easily coasted into my hole and set about pounding me to mush. His basically average sized dick was a nice break from the stress my body had been enduring, so now I was able to catch my breath and allow him to use my hole to dump his load. A few minutes passed and he added his cum to the mix of venomous seed that was polluting my insides. Just the thought of it now had my dick twitching like a divining rod beneath me, and leaking precum like a faucet. Last up was the other scrawny wasting man. His dick wasn’t as thick as his mates, but it was longer. He hit me deep as he entered me, slowly but surely, until his hips rested against my ass. This entire time I’d been doggie, so it was actually a relief when he pulled back out and told me to flip onto my back so I could look at all of the men who had gifted me with their precious HIV+ semen. I didn’t hesitate and was on my back as quickly as one might expect from a cumwhore. He was back in me and slamming away in a matter of seconds while the others cheered him on. My eyes scanned them all, the look of satisfaction they all wore on their faces, and their already hardening dicks that were probably going to be making a second stab at my ass as soon as this wasting fucker got through with me. They all took such pleasure in passing their disease on. I wondered how many other unsuspecting guys had fallen victim to their deadly dicks. Just thinking about all of that cum in me, their toxic baby batter, it kept me so high and in heat, I started egging the fucker on. After all, they wanted me to play the part of the toxic cumwhore -give the people what they want! “Come on, give it to me, fuck another load of AIDS juice into me. Flood my ass,” I urged. “Oh, yeah, you like taking dying AIDS dick in you?” the skinny fucker asked. “Sick fuck, that’s what you are. And you’re getting loads from a bunch of truly sick fucks, you fucking pig. You’re gonna be so diseased and toxic when we get done with you.” “Fuck yeah, give it to me. I want all of your loads. Fucking load me up!” I begged. They all cheered us on, and finally he jammed as deep into my ass as he could reach. I thought he was going to empty his nuts now, but he settled close to me and I could feel him fidgeting around my ass. I wasn’t sure what he was doing until I felt more pressure at my opening. After a couple of minutes of pushing, I felt a sudden rush and the pressure stopped, his hips were as tight against me as possible. That’s when I realized he’d shoved his balls up into my ass, too. Fucking hell, I’ve never had a man even try to do that before but it was HOT! Of course he couldn’t really fuck now or they would pop out, so I squeezed his entire goody package with my ass muscles (I somehow managed considering how slack I felt inside) and worked to milk his load out of him. The other guys were going nuts watching this, cheering us on. And I was thrilled -I felt like I’d climbed Everest or something. It really was a wonderful sensation having his cock and balls plugging my hole. Like a butt plug that gives you loads -what a dream! I squeezed and squeezed and finally he started grunting. “That’s it, whore, milk my load out. Come on, pig, work that ass and you’ll get a nice big load right up in there. Uuugh, fuck yes, that’s it!” he roared as I felt his balls twitch and his dick throb, filling me completely with his offering. It was quite a while before we finally came down, and he carefully worked his sensitive balls and dick out of my hole, and then HE stepped up and jammed a big plug into my ass. “Come on, guys, let’s go get a drink and leave the pig here to rest a few minutes before we get onto Phase 2.”

I live for all your posts on breedingzone. How I lust for such amazing hot raw fuck memories to fill my life. You sexy lucky horny bastard ? it sounds like the best fucking arrangement to ever have. ? I totally get Robert mindset hese days... I do enjoy playing the deviant daddy who gets off convincing and then whoring out a chemmed out cock hungry bubble butt college jock btm to some random tops to fuck and breed deeply before I pound his cummy boycunt with my thick slab of cock... adding a couple of my charged loads into the cumwhore while fingering some of the cum dripping out of his sweet boycunt into my own mancunt I know I may have some devious alpha top tendencies and a thick hard heavy uncut cock made to fuck cumsluts But my true calling is to have my juicy mancunt whored out to a line of hard dicked tops. Servicing them as a true manwhore and Knowing that my juicy tender mancunt is making them spew their loads deep in me ?

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The party........Oops, I did it again A few weeks after Juan left, James felt the need to get fucked. He never told his friends about this need or what he and Juan had done together. Mike suspected, but James never confirmed anything. James also didn't tell his friends about the toys he bought to use on his ass. He used them every time he jerked off now. James was starting to think of his ass as a sexual organ that needed attention. James had fucked about four guys in the preceding three weeks, each time using the same approach: go to the guy's place, use a condom, cum on his back or face. James enjoyed fucking the guys, but something felt different. He didn't feel as satisfied. He needed another cock in his ass. James went with Mike and a couple of other friends to a party in a lakefront condo. He knew the guys from the bars, but not very well. James was wearing a tee shirt that barely touched the top of his jeans and tighter jeans that usual. The jeans made his ass look amazing. James was a bit self-conscious about wanting to get his ass fucked so he hung around the bar in the kitchen a lot. Mike noticed and sent over an acquaintance who had fucked him recently, Dustin. Dustin was not really James type. He was short, thin, and nerdy, but he was a solid guy, had a huge cock, and was very sexually aggressive. Twenty minutes later James was on his knees sucking Dustin's cock in the bathroom, getting him off in a few minutes. And yes, James swallowed. James may have hoped he and Dustin could return to the party without anyone noticing, but not so: the attendees had noticed 'top jock boy James' was acting a bit different. A few of the guys knew something was up when top boy Dustin and 'top boy' James disappeared into the bathroom together. An hour later, Dustin had his cock in James and was fucking him in an alley between the party and the bars. James opened his ass to Dustin as soon as the boy had told him to. James moaned as he bent over, as Dustin, the ever-so-nerdy guy pummeled his ass. James loving playing the bottom - he needed and had to get fucked - he had to have the cock in his hole. James had condoms in his jeans pockets but none of them were on Dustin's cock. He was letting another dude he'd just met a couple hours ago fuck him bareback. James actually didn't care about that right now. Instead he needed the cock. He also recognized he wanted the cum in his ass. It had been weeks since Juan had dumped his cum in James' ass. Now James needed Dustin's cum. In fact, he told Dustin "I want you to cum in me. Don't pull out." Dustin just pumped harder and in a minute dumped his load in James willing ass. Dustin and James went to join the others at the bars and dance. At 4:00 in the morning, James left the bar with Dustin and some of Dustin's friends. They went to Dustin's house where all four guys fucked former jock top boy James bareback. seeding his hole - and on each occasion James plead for the top's load.

Here I am breeding a hot hole.

I guess nothing can be more slutty than taking several loads in both ends from strangers in darkrooms.

We live in an awesome time! Grindr is like the best invention ever. The following story is 100% true. The names are changed for good reason. It was a Friday night and I had been stood up by the guy with whom I had been talking to for a few weeks. However, as I'm the kind of guy who has more than one plan, I pulled-out my phone and texted John, another guy with whom I had been talking to on and off, but with whom I had never met. As it turned-out, John had also been stood up for a date, and while that's a sad tale, it worked out for me! So John and I made plans to meet up. I went to the bathroom and made all necessary preparations for an evening that I wasn't even sure would happen. I told John ahead of time we'd see, but that I wouldn't just fuck him for the sake of fucking (that was a lie). It was a warm night, and we decided to go to the drive in, they were playing a triple feature. It would be a long night, plenty of time to hang out, talk, get to know one another. Then we would see where it went. So, we get there, movie number one comes on. We talk a bit, get the standard talk out of the way. Where ya from, what do you do for work, hobbies, etc etc blah blah. I turned and looked at him dead in the eye and asked "Did you bring any lube tonight?" "Yeah, but I thought we weren't gonna fool around. I thought we were gonna just talk." I chuckled and replied "Yeah, we did that: you work for (x) you like (x) etc etc blah blah. Now I want my hole stuffed full of dick. You wanna fuck?" "Fuck yeah" was his simple reply, "but I don't have any condoms." "Did I ask if you brought condoms? I need your cum balls deep in my ass, as many times as you can shoot over the next three movies." I then slid his basketball shorts down around his ankles and took his semi into my mouth, sucking him to a full erection. (Side note: car sex us hot, but confining.) When he was at full stature, I looked up at him, let his cock slap out of my mouth and onto his chest with a solid thwap as I undid my belt and slid my pants off. Guiding his face to my dick, he sucked me, fingering my hole at the same time. I had to try to be quiet as the drive-in was somewhat crowded and the car windows were down. We were in the backseat, radio on, and lights off. As John worked his fingers into my hungry ass I started bucking up into his mouth with my hard cock. He pulled out of me, and off of me and I game him a WTF? look. He grabbed the lube, slathered-up his cock and my hole and asked "Are you ready?" I looked him dead in the eyes and replied "Fuck me," and boy, did he. He started off slow, sliding just the tip inside, he leaned in and kissed me. While we were kissing he rammed the rest of his cock home smacking my prostate and making my dick jump. We got into a steady rhythm, hard fast slow steady. His raw dick see sawing in and out of my tight hole in a few different positions (again: car sex has limitations). After about ten minutes he looked me in the eye and said "Fuck man, your ass is tight. It feels awesome on my dick! I'm getting close, where...." I cut off his question replying "Balls deep, man, breed me!" With that John grunted and shot rope after rope of his seed inside of my tight hole causing me to blow my cum all over the interior of the car. He stayed inside me until he went soft and slipped-out. We then watched the end of the first movie. If there is demand there will be part 2 and 3

Henry told me that now that Tony was awake I should plan on being royally fucked and used and he was so proud of me and how quickly I was learning to be his good little boy. John gave Tony the details of what happened so far. He also told Tony that he loved the feeling of my mouth and throat while I was crying and was conflicted because he wanted more of it but how do you make a friend cry. Tony told him that he learned long ago the pleasure of getting head from a crying/screaming boy and that while Bob/Bobby has been our little friend he was now going to be our fuck boy. As Henry and I were walking back to the room I heard Tony tell John that he'll make me cry hard real soon. I froze hearing that and Henry stopped and put his arms around me and told me he would enjoy to see me cry more and did I want him to have that pleasure. Inside I screamed no way but I told him I wanted to make him happy and he patted my bum and we walked into the room. Henry went and set up a bunch more lines and had me do two and then he gave Tony the straw telling him he needed to catch up. Tony snorted up three of them and handed me the straw telling me he wanted me to try to do two more. As coked up as I already was I knew that if I did more they were going to be able to do anything they wanted to me and I then did the other two. We went to sit down but Henry had me lie down on the sofa he was sitting on and he started to rub my back and legs and I cooed. The guys all talked about me as if I wasn't there which was weird but as Henry started to play with my boyhole I didn't care what they talked about. I only got fingered for a few moments as Henry told me to do two more lines and then come back. The earlier four lines hadn't even peaked and I was doing more and didn't know what would happen. When I laid back down Henry started fingering me right away which felt awesome. Over the next ten minutes I got the highest I've ever been from doing lines. Henry asked if I was OK and I couldn't even talk but was drooling instead and he then told Tony and John that I was ready for whatever they wanted to do. Tony said that we'll soon see how ready he is as he took me by the hand and led me not to the table where I had been fucked but instead back to the coke. He told me to do four more lines and I wanted to tell him no that I was already so high but I couldn't talk. Henry could tell I didn't want too and told me to do what uncle Tony says or he may hurt you really bad. I looked at Tony and saw a animal hunger on his face and he wasn't the same gentleman I knew. Having done the lines and watch both Tony and John do some I was led to a sofa where Tony sat in the middle and had John sit on the left and me laying on my belly on top of them. "Bobby you're going to lick uncle John's balls and I'm gonna finger you. You will not suck his cock nor will you hump to get more of my finger. I am a sadist boy and I want you to beg me to hit you. When you need that cock in your throat and mine in your boypussy you can tell me you're ready to be my little masochistic boy." That sounded OK because I knew I wouldn't beg to be hit. Soon though as I got higher and drooled more I wanted to sock cock so much and that single finger in my boyhole wasn't doing anything for me and I needed more. Knowing how close I was Tony poured some poppers on my briefs and held them to my nose and as they invaded my mind I told him to hurt me.

The next scene in the video showed what in my experience was a more typical older guy hitting on a twink.* They were at a party and the guy was being very aggressive and finally convinced the boy to go to a bedroom with him.** Henry said that boy is cute but the guy is an asshole.* He asked if that was the kind of tops I had previously been with and I nodded and he told John to put a different disk on. The next movie was one I knew very well about two guys in a ski lodge and I loved pretending I was the boy role whenever I watched it because he looked so happy and he even sucked his thumb while getting rimmed and again when being fucked.* We were still at the beginning of the movie though and the guy had the boy on his knees and was holding his head and sliding his cock in the boy's mouth.* Henry told me that he reminded him of me and I saw his cock was hard again and I asked him if he wanted me to get on my knees again.* He told me he'd love to see me on my knees again but he had other plans and he stood up and went and prepared some more lines. He called me over and told me to do two of them then he did two and told me to do two more.* When I finished he took my hand and led me back to the table and again lifted me up on to it.* He positioned me so that I was on my belly and I could see on the TV that the boy in the movie was basically in the same position and then Henry started to lick my ass just like in the video.* I felt like I had become that boy and I remember putting my thumb in my mouth and sucking it and Henry telling me I was so cute.* I started dreaming about Henry fucking me and then realized he probably knew this movie and was planning on doing so at the same time as the movie but I also remembered the guy breeding the boy and was worried about Henry doing that to me. Just then Henry started to finger my ass and told me I had a hot tight boyhole and he then told me that he wanted it and he asked me, "Bobby, Daddy wants this, will you give Daddy your boyhole?" I knew I couldn't deny him and told him he could do anything he wanted. He pushed a second finger in me and slowly fucked my boyhole and by then the lines had me flying and I started pushing against his finger but he told me to stop and I should let Daddy do what he wants. I stopped and just watched him and hoped this never ended. He added another finger and told me soon my boyhole would be his and then I'd be his little boy and I started moaning as he was tapping my prostate and I felt so fucking good. He pulled his fingers out and told me I was ready. I stopped sucking my thumb and he took my hand and moved it down and then he pushed my thumb into my boyhole and moved it around then he pushed it back in my mouth and told me I should enjoy my sweet boyhole while he does too. I couldn't believe I was sucking my own ass juice off my thumb but I loved it and knew I'd be doing that again. And now I felt his cock pushing into me. I was letting him fuck me raw and I wasn't scared and he told me that this was now his boyhole and that I was his little boy and I realized then that I never wanted to top again and that I was a bottom boy and between that realization and him getting his entire cock in me I started to shake and sucked my thumb as hard as a could and had an orgasm that ran from my boyhole and spread out to my entire body but didn't stop a few seconds later like a normal one but just continued and I could feel Henry starting to pound me making me shake more. He was saying something but I couldn't hear anything but the feeling throughout my body was getting stronger and then I felt it and my cock started shooting as I went crazy with my body shaking. The next thing I heard was Henry calling my name and asking if I was OK. OK? I was great. He told me I passed out after we came. I asked what happened to me and he told me I had an orgasm from him fucking me and that when he told me he was going to cum in me that I screamed and my cock blew and he held he as a shook and finally I collapsed and past out. He then leaned over me and kissed me and again conquered my mouth, body and soul. Finally his cock softened and slipped out and he walked around the table and held me head and kissed me again. He then told me he wanted me to keep kissing him and he was going to have John fuck me now. What I thought he wanted me and I didn't want John to fuck me but then Henry told me he wanted to hold me while his little boy was fucked and did I want my Daddy to hold me and kiss me and I looked at him and knew I couldn't say no and nodded and he lowered his mouth to mine and a few seconds later I felt John move my legs and my body tensed but Henry whispered to be a good boy and I relaxed and felt John enter me. John started fucking fast and he was saying how much he has wanted to fuck me and how great my ass is. Henry then looked at me and told me I was such a good boy for letting Daddy and Uncle John have my boyhole and then he asked me if I liked being their little boy and I nodded. We could hear John getting close to cumming and Henry told me I should tell Uncle John to fuck me as hard and as fast as he wants and that I wanted his cum in my boyhole. Before I knew what was happening I heard myself begging John to fuck and breed me. Henry put my thumb in my mouth and told me to watch Uncle John's face as he cums in me. As I looked into his eyes he yelled that he was cumming and I loved the look on his face and was happy to know that I was bringing him so much pleasure.

We settled back into our normal routine, I’d go off to work, Christopher would tend to the house and prepare dinner, upon my return home he’d have a drink for me and I’d get my welcome home blow job. The only change is that Christopher would fuck me every so often. A couple weeks later we heard that the guy who worked at the bathhouse came down with the flu. I was so proud of Christopher getting him to try the Tina we gave him and for pozzing his cute neg ass. It was also time to get Christopher tested for what we already knew was true, that he was poz and I was the one who pozzed him. After the test results came back I felt it was time to introduce Christopher to an experienced Sir for some hole training. I knew Christopher had potential and my Sir bud could bring it out of him. I took Friday off knowing that Sir would want Christopher’s hole for as long as he could have it. I Help Christopher get ready and made sure that he had cleaned out really well and deep. We arrived at Sir’s home early Friday evening and were welcomed into his home. He wasted no time in taking Christopher down to his ‘dungeon/playroom’ where we were to spend the next 48 hours. Sir was prepared and had one of his experienced boys on hand to keep me occupied as he worked on Christopher. Christopher was impressed at all he saw. There was a sling, fisting bench, a mattress in the corner, and a St. Andrews cross. Christopher was anxious to party but knew that he’d have to wait till Sir decided on when. Christopher knew that Sir was in control while we were at his home and that Sir would decide when and how much he’d slam. After the short tour and a few minutes for Sir to assess Christopher Sir had him get into the sling and instructed his boy to secure his wrists and ankles. As Christopher was being secured we prepared Christopher’s slam. Sir took a large syringe and prepared the largest slam I had ever seen. I knew what Christopher could handle and Sir planned to give him about 50% more then what he had ever done at one time. I had no doubt that Christopher could handle this slam and couldn’t wait to watch him react to the chems as they hit him. Sir began to work Christopher’s hole as his boy was on his knees sucking his Sir’s cock. I waited for Sir to tell me when to start administering my boy’s slam. Christopher’s hole was opening up nicely when Sir indicated I should start to admin the slam. I placed the tourniquet on Christopher’s arm and found a nice vein. I stuck the needle into the prominent vein and registered a flash of blood in the barrel. As Sir instructed me to do I emptied about half of the contents into Christopher’s vein as Sir began to work his fingers into his opening hole. Sir nodded and I pulled the tourniquet off and watched as the chems his Christopher. There was still a little less than half of the slam to go as Christopher coughed out hard. I looked into his eyes as I slowly emptied the rest of the slam. I hear Christopher begin to moan as Sir commented that his hole was sucking his fist deeper inside my boy. Sir was now inside Christopher just past his wrist when Christopher began to cum. His cock spewed out a large load of his poz seed. After I pulled the needle from his arm I leaned down and licked the cum from his belly and chest. I then leaned in and shared his seed in a kiss. Sir was impressed with Christopher and knew we were going to have a great time. Sir slowly withdrew his fist from my boy’s hole and was ready to start fucking him. Sir had an impressive cock, nearly 10” when he had a tight cock ring on. But what was more impressive was the 0 gage PA he always wore. I knew Christopher would love the fuck he was about to get. I did my slam and knew I needed an ass to fuck. Sir’s boy got on all fours on the bed and was ready for my hard cock. I made sure to position him so that I could see Christopher as he got fucked. I’m not sure if he was all there as the Tina was running through his body…..he was in pig heaven. Sir fucked Christopher for several hours before he pulled his cock from Christopher’s hole. As he did a globe of cum dropped out and a steady stream oozed out as Christopher lay there. Sir called for his boy and he pulled off my cock and walked over to the sling. Christopher’s restraints were removed and we all helped Christopher out of the sling and over to the St. Andrew’s cross. I knew what Sir had in mind and was rock hard at the thought of watching Christopher get a nice whipping. Sir’s boy hopped into the sling and I wasted no time in resuming my fucking him. Christopher was far gone with the large slam he had at the start of the session so he had no feeling of the beating he was about to get. Sir traced the new ink Christopher had done a few weeks prior. He took a paddle down and began to spank my boy. Christopher only whimpered with each strike. Sir also used a soft whip on his back and shoulders leaving a few red marks as Christopher hung there. When Sir was done with his work he called for his boy and we removed Christopher from the cross. As we took him down we discovered that Christopher had shot another load as he was beaten. I believed it more related to the amount of Tina he had been given in combination of the fisting and beating. Sir was very impressed with my boy as we put Christopher on his back on the bed. Sir put my boy’s calves on his shoulders as he entered his ass again. Christopher moaned out in pure pleasure as he took another fucking from Sir. Sir couldn’t resist and leaned in as they shared a kiss. Christopher was flying and having the time of his life. The rest of the time went on like this as Christopher took Sir’s fist a second time and even got fucked by Sir’s boy. We left late Sunday afternoon and I ended up calling in sick Monday to spend the day in bed with Christopher. Of course Christopher and I fucked each other several times that day.

As the fuck fest was winding down my dealer buddy said to me that Christopher’s body needed some color. I agreed with him and told him that Christopher was infatuated with the ink he saw on other guys. I had been thinking about what Christopher should get on his body and knew exactly when he needed. After we showered up and headed out into the early Sunday morning sun, we made our way home and right past the same tattoo parlor where I got my ink and where I knew the owner. I took Christopher inside and introduced him to my friend. Christopher was just wearing his basketball shorts and it was easy for the tattooist to imagine what Christopher would look like all inked up. Christopher was getting excited over the possibility of getting tattoed as his shorts began to tent. We were quickly taken back to a private room as the tattoo artist got his equipment together. Christopher was still a little high as he kissed me. The artist came into the room and asked what tattoos he wanted and where on his body he wanted the tattoo’s to be placed. Christopher simply dropped his shorts and said that he was the blank canvas and he was ready for the artist to work his magic. I watched as my buddy put Christopher in various positions and created the art on his body. I had a couple requests, one was a scorpion (since I was a scorpio) the other was an ram (since Christoper was an aries) and the third was a bio hazard tattoo to exactly match the one I had. Christopher was told to completely shave his pubes above his cock. He quickly complied as my buddy began his work by tattooing the scorpion above his cock, the ram between his shoulders and the biohazard symbol on his right shoulder like mine. Then he added his own creativity with barbwire around both ankles and a celtic symbol on his lower back at the waist line. He admired his work after he had finished as he rubbed his crotch. Christopher wasn’t one to disappoint and dropped to his knees to suck his cock. After he swallowed the tattooists load he was surprised that my buddy was still hard. He stood up and turned around and my buddy slid in along the cum that was already present inside Christopher’s ass. My buddy deposited 2 more loads inside Christopher’s well lubed ass.

Christopher was really flying now. I positioned him on all fours so I could fuck him like a dog. He was loving every minute and every inch of my cock. We spent the rest of that day and well into the night with my cock inside him and my cum building up deep in his guts. With my bugs already flowing through his veins there was no doubt he was sure to be my poz son. As the sun began to peak through the blinds, Christopher began to come down from his high. I needed to get my ass ready and head to the office. We Christopher got in the shower with me and washed me down as the water hit us. I left him in my bed watching TV as I headed to work. The day dragged a bit as I was recovering from my party weekend. I kept thinking about the hot young boy I had waiting for me at home. My day was finally done and I arrived home to find my home well cleaned. Christopher was waiting for me with a nice meal cooking. He was wearing a pair of basketball shorts that accentuated is slim frame very well. He came over and greeted me with a kiss. He asked me how my day was and if I wanted a drink before dinner and brought me a rum and coke. I sat down and he removed my shoes as I enjoyed my drink. He told me that dinner would be ready in about a half an hour. That was just enough time for me to see if this boys mouth was a hot as his ass. He got between my legs, loosened my belt and pulled my thickening cock from its confines. He licked the hardening shaft as I ran my fingers through his long hair. He opened his mouth and engulfed my hard prick. This boy was damn good at sucking cock. He kept up a good rhythm and had no difficulty working my tool into his throat. I didn’t last that long with his mouth and throat working my cock. Before I knew it he was swallowing my load. He served dinner and cleaned up right after we were done. We cuddled up on the couch to watch TV. He placed his head right in my lap. I couldn’t resist and soon had my cock in his mouth. Before he knew it he was taking my cock inside his ass again followed by my poz seed. We fell asleep with my cock inside Christopher. He loved being my boy and I was loving being his dad.