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Hey guys... This is going to be a seven chapter series. I've got it partly written and fully outlined... Hope you all enjoy ;-) Chapter I. My boy and I had been going through a rough patch. We’d both been busy at work, not spending enough time with each other, and both cheating behind the other’s back. We had an ‘open relationship,’ so we were allowed to fool around, but I think we’d been neglected each other for easy ass and dick. My boy would come home later than usual, and not be in the mood. When we’d snuggle up in bed, I’d shudder to realize his hole was loose and sloppy, dripping someone else’s cum. Sometimes he’d let me breed him a second time, but more often than not, he’d roll onto his back and just pass out. We knew we might be headed nowhere fast, and decided to take the summer off to reconnect. We figured we’d both go off PrEP too, since we’d be alone in the countryside and not easy access to refills. We rented a cottage upstate that needed some fixing up. It belonged to an older gay guy in our building. He’d been having some health issues lately, and wouldn’t manage the trip this summer. The rent was cheap provided that we’d take care of the grounds, do some minor electrical repairs, and a bit of painting. We thought it would be good to have a project to keep us busy, together, and away from the gay bars with thirsty guys. We got six weeks off of work, rented a car, and drove away, subletting our apartment in the city, for the income, and so we couldn’t chicken out of the hard work and countryside life. Maybe three days into the first week, some of our new neighbors started to get nosey about the new guys, and one by one came by to introduce themselves. They were all older, mid-50s at the youngest, and all painfully straight. Except Will, who lived a few lots down the road. Will was easily 60, but suave in a way that led me to think he must be gay. Older guys aren’t really my thing, and they are certainly not my boy’s thing. He much prefers slim hung twinks. Will as decidedly not slim and not a twink, but it looked like he might be well-hung from what appeared to be a tree trunk down his shorts. Will whistled as he walked up our driveway. He must have been close to six foot tall, and he had a big beer belly, with ginger and salt hair peeking out around his shirt collar. He’d brought a six-pack, and introduced himself with a big grin. We kicked back, and made small talk on the back porch. It was fucking hot, and I downed two beers really quickly. We all did. We loosened up with the beer, and Will told us that he had been buddies with the owner of our cottage, enquiring after his declining health. He was happy to see some ‘young blood’ in the neighborhood, and even more glad that we were fixing the place up. He offered to loan us some tools to help take care of some brush in the back yard. I was pretty sure he attempted an innuendo about tools, and another about sharing. I laughed it off and we made a plan to stop by the next afternoon to pick them up. Friendly neighbor, right? I excused myself to the kitchen to get some new cold beers, and left Will with my boy to chat. I got the beers and went to the freezer in the basement to fill up a bucket with ice. When I came back upstairs, Will had let himself in and was taking a piss with the door open in the bathroom just off of the kitchen. I snickered and he looked over his shoulder, apologizing for not closing the door. He turned his whole body to me and shook the last few droplets of piss off of one the biggest, longest, thickest cocks I had ever seen. Jesus. This thing was easily ten inches long, even if totally soft, with a dark purple hood of foreskin over the head. I felt myself instinctively licking my lips. He joked it off, saying he usually would be polite and close the door, but he had to pee pretty badly and forgot to close it… I shrugged it off, as he shook his cock, ever so slightly stroking it. I closed my open mouth, he pulled up his shorts, and we went back outside with his meaty paw wrapped around my shoulder. We sat back down on the porch, but once I’d seen that massive meat, I couldn’t take my eyes off of it. It was plain to see that log snaking down his left leg. My boy gave me a funny look then followed my eyes down to that meaty cock. I heard him gasp. Will noticed it too, and I swear, that big dick lurched in his shorts. We quickly downed another bunch of beers, and my boy went inside to get the next refill. He looked a bit flushed, as if he needed to cool off, so I offered to help, and brought the empty bottles in. As soon as we were in the kitchen, he whispered to me, "Damn! Did you see his big cock? Fuck! If I were into older guys, whoah…." I faked chastising him even as I suspected Will would wind up fucking one or both of us before the summer was out. To be continued…

10. JP "He's a hottie," Jon said, as we walked towards the kitchen. We knew each other well enough that I barely had to reply. "Yeah," I grunted. My cock bounced in time with our strides. It was enough to elicit that a slight hardening of my shaft. "Glad you found him. Glad he came over for the weekend." "Glad we are pozzing him up?" Jon asked. Out of the corner of my eye I could see him checking out my dick. In just a few steps and almost fewer words, it had grown from something soft to full mast, a long, hard erect symbol of my masculinity and power. "Hell yeah," I said. We had reached the kitchen. "Keep the favors for tomorrow?" I asked. "Yeah, I think so." Jon grabbed a vape pen. It was filled with a cannabis cartridge. It would be enough for tonight. He did a long hit, then handed the pen to me. Not until I finished my drag did he exhale a thick cloud. "Damn. This is good. My man. Some pot. Our boy." I exhaled. "And another boy. And no rubbers." Jon nodded. We were silent for a minute, feeling the thick vape hit our blood stream. I thought I heard the bed rocking a bit in the distance, the two boys already hard at work fucking. Jon finally broke the stillness. He stepped over to the counter, and grabbed Seth's gym bag. "Want to get Seth properly prepared for the weekend?" "Hell yeah," I said. "It's in there?" Jon put the bag on the counter and unzipped it. Right at the top of the bag was the familiar white bottle with yellow stripes. "Yeah," Jon said. "Right there." He pulled the bottle out, and opened it. "Seal already broken." "He's making it easy for us," I said. Jon leaned in and kissed me. "Of course he is," Jon said. "He knows what he wants." "Maybe you just know what you want?" I asked. "What we want," Jon said. "What we all want." "Very true," I said. "Take his bag back to the bedroom?" Jon asked. "I need to get something from the study." "Of course," I said, taking the bag from Jon. He had showed me the sugar pills he had ordered a few days ago. They were nearly perfect matches for the blue pills that Seth had gotten just earlier today. The young man would never be able to tell the difference between the two, even if he knew what he was looking for. In addition to the bag, I also grabbed the vape pen. The night was still young, and there was going to be much more play tonight. As Jon went to the study, I went back to the bedroom. I took a quick peek at Cal and Seth; Seth's leg's were resting on Cal's shoulders and Cal's cock was buried deep in Seth's hole. In the bathroom, I put Seth's bag down, and pulled out the bottle of Truvada. I placed it on the counter, waiting for Jon to come back with the placebos. Unlike the bedroom or the post-sunset kitchen, the bathroom was brightly and unforgivingly lit. The harsh light seemed to accentuate every bit of grey hair on my body, from the sparse flecks on my head, to the thick salt and pepper of my goatee, to the rare few in my pubes. It was vain of me, but I stared at my chest in the mirror. In my youth, it was a thick, dark mat of hair. But, in my sixth decade, the grey had started to assert itself. Cal called me his silver-chest; it was supposed to be a term of endearment, but there was that nagging fear of the mortality the grey hair represented. "So fucking hot," Jon said, coming up behind me. He ran his hand through my chest hair, pulling me close to him. His cock nestled in my ass, semi-hard. "So fucking beautiful," he continued. "Thanks," I said. I craned my head back and gave him a long kiss. His tongue slid into my mouth, before I pushed it back to explore his mouth with my tongue. "This is nice," I finally said, interrupting out make out session. "But there is a task we must do." "You want to do the honors?" Jon asked. He picked up the bottle from the counter and handed it to me. "How many you think?" I asked. "Eighteen," Jon said. "Same as his age." I stepped to the toilet, opening up the Truvada bottle. Quietly to myself, I began to count one pill at a time out, dropping each one into the toilet. At the same time, Jon was counting out pills from the plastic bag. "One," we began, just loud enough that the other could hear. "Two," we continued, counting slowly and steadily until we reached eighteen. I flushed the toilet. The pills swirled around and then disappeared. It was a signal moment in the events of the weekend; Jon and I had moved beyond a simple pozzing, and were now actually stealthing Seth. Making it even better, there would be no way that he would ever be able to figure out what we had done. I stepped behind Jon and handed him the nearly empty bottle of Truvada. The few pills that remained would make this betrayal even worse for Seth. Far from having a strong shield against the virus, he would have just enough drugs in his bloodstream to produce a drug-resistant strain. He'd go from merely infected to full-blown faster than most. As I stood behind Jon, my bathrobe fell open, and my dick fell out. It was now stiff. I had barely noticed it growing while I was counting out the pills. But it had grown, and was now sticking out and up with a bead of pre-cum nestled at the tip. I nestled my dick against Jon's crack. "Someone is getting turned on," Jon said. "Yeah," I said. Jon's phallus was also erect. "But I'm not the only one." "Your cock feels good," Jon said. He rubbed his ass against me. I thought I could feel the heat from his hole. In the excitement of Seth's hole, I had forgotten about the familiar pleasures of my husband's hole. "Really good." "I got my latest labs back today," I whispered into his ear. "And?" Jon asked. He reached up, and pushed the robe off of him. There was nothing between us any longer. "How's my boo?" "VL's higher. 1.4M." "T-cell?" Jon pushed back against my cock. I could tell he wanted me inside of him. "Lower. 600." "That's..." Jon trailed off. He didn't have to say anything more. "Yeah. Close to full-blown." He pressed against me again, and turned his head to kiss me. We were quiet for a moment, letting our entwined tongues do the speaking. "I love you," he finally said. "I love you too. How do you feel?" "About It?" The virus. The It. It ruled our lives in so many fundamental ways. There was no question that It deserved the god-like honorific of capitalization. "Yeah." "Scared. Nervous. Excited." Even if Jon was scared, his ass had already decided what it wanted. We had shifted position just enough so that my dickhead was pressed up against his hole. "It was bound to happen." "Yeah," I said. "Just not sure it was supposed to be this soon." Jon was pressing back against me, trying to get my cock inside of him. "Need something? "You. Your load. Your toxic, infected, dirty cum," Jon answered. My dick was throbbing. It was hard to deny my man what he wanted so badly. "I know," I said. "There will be plenty of time for that later." I gave him a kiss. "But for now, let's focus on Seth." There was another kiss, this time longer. "Is Cal still off meds?" I asked. Cal and Jon were the ones that kept track of the health of the family. "Yeah," Jon said. "Seth's getting double-barreled." "You know," I replied. "He deserves more. He should be getting triple-barreled." I reached around and grabbed Jon's dick. It was thick and heavy, full of blood and sperm. I could feel the dull throb of the virus, sleeping in a drug-induced coma, but ready to be re-awakened, ready to unleash its deadly anger on an unsuspecting young man. Jon's cock jumped in my hands as he realized what I was telling him. "You think?" Jon asked. "Yeah," I said. I spun him around so that he was facing me. Our cocks knocked against each other, like two steel bars hitting. "You owe this small thing to Seth, don't you?" "All three of us?" Jon asked. "At once?" "Of course." I had been the one who had stopped drugs first in our family. It had been for a project a few months ago, a young go-go dancer we had met online. The boy had been so entranced with the drugs we were providing that I am not sure he ever really noticed that every time Miss Tina came around, the condoms mysteriously disappeared. Cal had been the second one to stop drugs. It was much harder for him. He had been poz for only a few years, and had never stopped his meds before. It had been a fight, but eventually, we had convinced Cal of how important it was to help spread the infection. That night had been a special night for all of us; Cal was crying, terrified of getting sick, even as he was begging me to pump him full of my infected poz cum. A few weeks later, Cal's blood work proved that the meds had left his system, and his virus was once more ascendant. Three weeks after that, another young man tested positive for HIV. It seemed only natural that Jon would join us, especially for a project as important as Seth. "You're the odd one out. Still medicated, unable to reach your full potential." "It seems like the right thing to do," Jon said. "Helping Seth." "Doing it together," I said. "As a family." "You like him," "Yeah," I said. "I do." "I'm glad. We should keep him. You should make him your boy." "You serious?" I asked. "Of course," Jon replied. "You smile when you talk about him. Your dick gets hard when you talk about him." From the other room, there was another moan of pleasure from Seth. "And it seems like he and Cal are getting along just fine." "I want him," I said. "I want to breed him." "Yeah?" Jon asked. "There's something about Seth. I want to to simultaneously take him in my arms and protect him, even while my AIDS cock is nestled deep in his bare hole." "Dripping your high viral load poz cum into his defenseless hole?" Jon was probing me, seeing what triggered me tonight. The idea of my dick inside of Seth was already enough to get me hard. The idea of pozzing him was making me drip. "Yeah," Jon said, staring down at the bead of pre-cum that was forming at the tip of my dick. "Just like that. Dripping into him." "Yeah. I do." I had a moment's guilt, wondering if getting infected was really Seth's desire. But it didn't matter. I had done it so many times. I had done it to Jon. I had done it to Cal. I had done it to too many anonymous, hungry me. Seth was just one more. "I want to breed him. I want him to be mine. "Make him your boy. Make him your infected poz boy," Jon said. "I want you to. Cal will want you to." He reached down and grabbed my cock. "Even if you don't know yet, your cock knows what it wants." "We'll talk more," I said. "But there's something we need to do first." I turned Jon back around, facing the bathroom counter. "It's time to help Seth in this process." Together, we scooped up the pills that Jon had counted out, and put them in Seth's bottle. It took only a few seconds, then we put the cap back on. Jon shook it, making sure the real and fake were mixed up. Each morning Seth took a pill, he had an even chance of taking a harmless, useless placebo. "You going to remind him to take his drugs in the morning?" Jon asked me. "Why?" "That's my man," Jon said. "The man that infected me." "Lost track of how many I have infected," I said. In order to make the numbers balance out, I had to infect two men before I died. I had stopped counting when I did ten times that. I had barely met Jon, and since then, our pace had only picked up. "Seth will be just one more," Jon said. We were briefly interrupted by another loud moan from the bedroom. It was a deep moan, but from a young man. It was clearly Seth, clearly unable to process what Cal was doing to him. "Put him out of his misery, Cal," Jon said. "Give him what he needs." Much more quietly, so that only the two of us could hear, Jon continued. "Give him AIDS." "Right on," I answered Jon, loud enough for the boys to hear in the other room. "Infect him," I said, but this time it was for Jon's ears only. We were quiet for a few minutes, listening to the sounds of our boy fucking another man. "Fucking hot," Jon said. "Yeah," I said. "Listening to our boy breed." "Spreading his seed." There was a visceral grunt from the bedroom. We had both heard it so many times before. It was the sound of Cal reaching orgasm. His seed was shooting out of his cock, right into Seth's pure, innocent hole. "Fill Seth up. Knock him up with your sperm," Jon called out. "Should we join them?" I asked. We had done what needed to be done in the bathroom, and if Cal was like any other horny college boy, he was going to need another dick in him soon. "Sure," Jon said. He carefully hid the bag of fake Truvada in a drawer, before pulling on the bathrobe he had let fall earlier. He didn't bother trying to close the front. He knew it was an exercise in pointlessness; his erection would stick out no matter what. "Who should get him next?" he asked. I didn't bother to answer the question. I grabbed his hand, and together, we walked out to the bedroom. On the bed, Seth was on his back, his legs nearly tucked behind his ears, as Cal's young cock was still buried deep in Seth's hole. "You take care of the boy, boy?" I asked. Seth answered. "Yeah," he said. "He did." He reached down and grabbed his cock. It was painfully stiff; his balls swollen with unreleased cum. "But, when is it my turn?" "Your turn boy? Your turn?" Jon asked. "What makes you think it's your turn?" Jon's cock was bouncing up and down in front of him. Despite all the loads Jon had already injected into Seth, Jon was aching to make another deposit. "Relax," I said. "You can last long enough for a horny teenaged boy to get off. How long will it take?" "Too long," Jon said, but he was laughing. "So, Seth. Who do you want to take your load?" I asked. I didn't know who Seth was going to choose. Worse, I didn't know who I wanted him to choose. Part of me wanted to take his load, but I also wanted to see Jon take it. Even after all these years, there was something intensely arousing about seeing my husband get fucked and taking a load. But that would mean I wouldn't get to feel his hard shaft slide up into my hole. Nor would I get to feel his eager thrusts, pushing himself inevitably to orgasm. I also wanted to see Cal take his load. I wanted to watch the two men revel in the youthful perfection of their bodies, exploiting the pleasure each of them brought the other. "I want to know as well," Cal said. Cal's dick was still in Seth's hole, but that hardly satiated his lust for hard cock fucking him. "Fuck," Seth said, as the full meaning of my question hit him. "I don't want to choose." "But you have to," Jon said. "If I have to," he said, and paused for a moment. He opened his mouth once, but closed it again without saying anything. Then he opened again. "JP," he said. I want to cum in him first." "Me?" I stammered. I had thought through scenarios of Jon, the one who had first planted all these seeds in his head, and also planted the first seed in his hole. Or I had thought of scenarios with Cal, the one who was so close to him in age, attitude, and horniness. But somehow, I had forgotten about anything that involved myself. But yet, it was me who Seth had selected. He had barely hesitated when he had selected me. "Yeah," Jon said. He was smiling at me, happy that I had been choosen. "You." "Well," I said. "If it is my turn, it is my turn." I got on to the bed, and lay down next to Seth. The boy turn to me, and we began to kiss. "Are you ready?" I asked him. "Of course I'm ready," Seth said. I looked down. His cock was sticking straight up with a drop of pre-cum at the tip. "I've been ready." Cal was slowly pulling his cock out from Seth's hole; each ridge and vein made Seth's dick throb with pleasure. "And you?" "Of course," I said. It was hardly the first time I had been fucked. It was hardly the first time I had been fucked this week. Although we had our preferences, my family was a versatile one, ready to lend a dick or a hole as it was needed. I reached down and wrapped my hand around Seth's cock. It was fatter than I expected, harder than I realized. It was good that Jon had been the last man to fuck me. His cock was a bit longer, but not as thick. Anything less, and I would have to take back my assertion of readiness. "Damn, that's bigger than it looks." "You'll take it," Jon said. His tone of voice was the perfect blend of a statement of fact and a command. Of course, I would take it. It was just a matter of how much lube would be needed or how many hits from the brown bottle I would take. "And I'm going to watch." Cal had finally pulled himself out of Seth's hole, and moved to the side. Seth took the opportunity to move himself between my legs. I grabbed my ankles and spread my legs for him, offering up my tight hole for his pleasure. "Fuck, that's what I want to see," Seth said. "Fucking hot man, offering up his hole." "Raw hole," I said. "Never gonna use a rubber again." Seth smiled and poured some lube on his cock. He quickly rubbed it across the full length and girth of his shaft, getting it shiny with the slippery oil. Jon handed me a bottle of poppers. I unscrewed the cap and inhaled greedily. Just as I was switching nostrils, Seth pressed the tip of his dick against my hole. "Gonna go all the way in." "Do it," Cal said. "He can take it." "Of course he can," Seth said. He took the brown bottle from me and held it under his nose. He took a hit and switched nostrils like an old hand. He was going to look so hot smoking a glass pipe. He handed the bottle back to me. "Oh damn," he grunted as the poppers began to take effect. "Fuck," he moaned, as he pressed his dick against my hole. "Fuck," I grunted, as his cockhead pushed into my body. His dick was just as thick as it looked. I had to force myself to relax; at least the weed and poppers made that easy, as Seth's shaft pressed into me. "Oh god," I said, as I tried to accommodate his meaty tool. "You've got this," Seth said. I started into his blue-green eyes, trying not to think about anything other than his cock in my hole. From long experience, it was better to grab the bull by its horns and give myself over to getting fucked than trying to distract myself from what my body was enduring. As I forced myself to accept Seth's tool, it became easier to feel the pleasure in getting fucked. "Oh damn," I grunted. "Your cock." I exhaled, possibly for the first time since I had hit the poppers. The warm waves of pure carnal lust radiated out from my dick and went directly to my ass. I finally relaxed, and Seth's dick slid the rest of the way into me. "Fucking hard cock." "Fucking hot ass," Seth said. He pulled his cock out, just enough to torment me with the idea of no cock at all. "Fucking HOT ASS," he slurred, slamming his dick back into me. He leaned over me, his face only inches from mine. "Hot, hot ass," he said. His breath was warm. "Fucking hard dick," I said. Seth was slowly finding his rhythm. Every time his dick hit a sensitive spot, bolts of pleasure and pain shot through my body. "Oh, damn," Seth moaned as he hit another sensitive spot. "The way your ass milks my dick." He hit another spot, and I clenched down, trying to work through the sudden pain. "Fucking milking me," he repeated. Our faces were barely an inch apart. He was staring at me, his eyes dilated in pleasure. "Fucking hard dick," I finally managed to say, not wanting to ruin the pleasure he was feeling. Every time he hit a sensitive spot, his dick throbbed and some pre-cum leaked out into me. "Hot boy fucking me hard." I grabbed the back of his head, and pulled his lips against mine. Seth needed no additional instructions. He pushed his tongue into my mouth and explored every part of it. What he lacked in kissing experience he more than made up with enthusiasm. I tried to force my tongue into his mouth, but he pushed it away. "No," he said. "It's my turn now." He pushed his dick back into me. It was a small display of dominance, but the men around me were experienced. They saw it for exactly what it was. "Boy's getting cocky," Cal said. "Fucking hard boy dick," I said. Seth slammed back into me. "Pounding me deep." "Hot damn daddy hole," Seth said, before sticking his tongue back into me. He ran his hand over my chest, running my chest hair through his fingers. "Goddamned hot daddy hole," he repeated himself. Although big, his cock was perfectly shaped and it was easy to get comfortable. I quick got acclimated to the thick shaft of man meat pushing its way deeper into me. "Fucking hot boy cock," I murmured between our kisses. "Fucking pound me." I kissed him again. "Slam it into me, my fucking hot boy." I didn't intend to say that. "Feels so good inside me, my boy." I really didn't intend to double down on it, but I was powerless. I wondered if Seth would even notice it. "Fuck yeah, Daddy." He had noticed. His cock had gotten hard and the pre-cum had gone from a slow drip to a steady stream. "I'm going to cum in you Daddy. Breed that hot butt of yours." "Do it, boy. Cum in me. Breed me good." His cock was slamming in and out of me, eagerly exploring my hole, and loving every sensation of being inside another man. The pre-cum was leaking from him, and it wouldn't take much for his dick to explode. "Cum in me, boy," I said. He pressed his lips against me, and slammed his cock balls-deep into my hole. I reached down and grabbed his muscular butt and pulled him deeper into me. My fingers quickly found his hole, and gently teased him. "Oh fuck, Daddy. I'm cumming," he said. His was barely able to contain his energy, and his whole body began to spasm as his balls started to pump their accumulated load into me. "Come on boy. Do it. Shoot your load into me. Mark me." From the very first spurt, it was obvious that Seth was shooting boy seed. It was watery and weak, capable of only impregnating a woman. It would have no effect against a man like me. But tonight, it didn't matter. What was important was that he had cum inside of me and that we were now fluid bonded. No matter what happened, we would always have that connection. "Oh fuck Daddy," Seth grunted. His hips continued to buck wildly as his balls pumped more and more of his sweet, innocent boy cum into me. "I'm cumming in you." "Come on boy. Breed me." Jon and Cal were kneeling on the bed around the two of us, both of them stroking their hard cocks, Their balls were filled with a real man's semen: thick, potent, powerful, and deadly. I stuck a finger into his hole. "Oh fuck," Seth grunted in response, and his dick throbbed again. Another spurt of his cum landed in my hole. "Feels so fucking good. You playing with my hole. Me cumming in you." "I know, boy. No need for any of this to stop." My own dick was just as hard as Seth's. In one night, Jon, Cal, and I had taken down the armor that Seth had put on. We had taught him how the physical protection denied him the true pleasure of man-on-man fucking, and he no longer needed the shield that the rubbers provided. We had also sabotaged the chemical weapons he had to protect himself. Of course, he would continue to use them, but the placebos would provide no security, and the rare functioning pill would be worse than useless, actively helping to breed resistance in the virus we were gifting you. "No need for it to stop at all," Jon said. Seth and I turn to see him playing with his hard cock. "Ready for another load?"

No Risk… No Fun… (Part 2) The lad was giving his best, to satisfy me with his mouth. I was pretty sure, he didn’t have the experience to give a great blow job, but it was alright. He played more with his tongue around my dickhead, than actually swallowing my cock. Probably he was impressed with the length and thickness of my dick. My right hand was resting on the backside of his head and from time to time I pushed him deeper into my crotch. He understood the signal and tried at least for a while to suck me off. “No teeth, baby…. no teeth” I warned him with my low voice, when he scraped me once. We passed the outskirts and I told my rapetoy, that I would fuck him so hard, as soon as we reached the motel. I chose a good one. No questions asked. I reserved a bungalow under the name ‘Smith’ and payed the fees in advance and in cash. No tracks…. The boy tried to answer me in between sucking. “Yeah… force me. Rape my ass hard. Make me bleed out of my hole” He would get that and more. I would make him bleed and gift him with my virus. I was not only positive. I was an AIDS bloke with a deadly poison in my balls and was eager to breed the stupid twat forcefully. “Once we pass that door, you will be nothing more than an object to me. Just a hole… and you will do anything for me, to get my charged up load into your system” I advised him in a calm voice. I slapped him on the back of his head and asked him if he understood. “Hm hum….” he mumbled while trying to cope with the 9 inch meet planted deeply in his throat right now. I pulled him off my cock and asked again: “You got that… punk?” “Yes… yes… reduce me to a thing. Destroy me with your cock” he gasped. “Fuck yeah… I will reduce you to a pulp” and with that I pushed my cock in his mouth again. After another hour drive we reached our destination. We passed the reception bungalow without stopping. A long and winding road led us to a distant corner of the park. There I stopped my car. Although the cute guy had tried his best, to suck my cum out of my balls, he was not successful. He looked up to me with a guilty look in his eyes and said ‘sorry’. “Don’t worry pup. Your body will do now. I will use your hole to pollute you – stupid fuck” The guy was getting up from his squatted position and stretched himself. “My name is Davis by the way” he smiled cheekily at me. “Who cares?” I looked at him sternly. “Just get out of the car and get inside the apartment. We both got off the car. I surveyed the area. No other human being could be seen. It was half past seven already. I opened the door and Davis entered the room and froze in place right then and there. Two guys were sitting on a couch, watching hardcore porn on the television. Another guy fiddled about a cam, which was attached to a tripod – facing one of the two beds. A fourth guy just came out of the bathroom, while we entered the whole scene. All guys were dressed in black. Black boots, black jeans, black t-shirts, black gloves. Davis seemed to be stunned. He was scared, that all of a sudden four other dudes were here in the same room with him, obviously waiting for his arrival. I closed the door behind us and greeted the other tops. Both guys on the couch masturbated slowly their cocks while checking Davis out. The other two guys had also their dicks hauled out of their jeans, but they were only half hard right now. All the guys had their highest button of the jeans closed, but all the other buttons downwards have been opened and so their dicks were hanging freely, waiting for a hole to appear. “What… is…. this…. all…. about” Davis stammered. “Is this the rape hole you promised us?” one of the guys asked me with greedy eyes. “Man…. my dick is already getting fully set” the guy at the camera looked down and Davis saw how the cock slowly extended to its full 8 inches and rising. “Please…. I am not sure if I can stand that. What is the cam for? Don’t do this to me please” the twink started begging me. Without taking notice of this babbling the guys started putting on black ski masks. I disguised my face also, as we could see the horror in the young lads eyes. “Start filming…” I said. The cam turned around to the entrance. I grabbed Davis from behind and pulled my right arm firmly over his neck. Breathing became difficult now. The two guys from the couch moved closer and started pinching the boys’ nipples severely. Davis just screamed. I covered his mouth with my big left hand while the guy from the bathroom squeezed the lads’ balls hardly. I bit into Davis left ear - pulled and tore like a mad dog - growling dangerously. “We will destroy you” I hissed to Davis. “Look at this!” the guy crushing the boys’ balls exclaimed. Davis became rigid and a wet spot appeared in front of his jeans. The poor lad pissed himself out of fear. The cam was recording every second of it. His white jeans changed the color to yellow, while the piss started wetting his fabrics downwards. The two guys next to the pup started jeering and twisted his nipples brutally now. “You know how to make a guy horny” I whispered into Davis ear. Davis couldn’t help but to sob and piss himself. He was scared to death

Exhibitionists are good guys but spying on all other boys & men always is right. Straight or not, eyes were made to see & watch Do yourself a favour & be pervy

No Risk… No Fun… (Part 3) We watched Davis’ face, as he pissed himself out of fear and distress. I kept on choking him and enjoyed the way his body reacted. He tried to free himself, but then the guy kneeling in front of him simply punched at his crotch area, while he was still letting go of his bladder. We cheered as Davis howled helplessly. I bumped my cock against his pissed white jeans. Again and again he felt my hard flesh demanding entrance to his fuck hole. The guy behind the camera loved the sheer brutality and grinned demonically. You could see his eyes being slits only and a pearl of white teeth flashed behind his mask. You could just imagine his whole face being a diabolic grimace. Maybe I pushed a bit too hard on his windpipe, or maybe it was the situation overall, but all of a sudden Davis lost his consciousness. He stopped struggeling but kept on pissing into his pants. We laughed loudly and continued filming the scene. As soon as he stopped wetting himself the guy kneeling in front of him told his buddies to lift each of the victims legs up and spread them real wide. He wanted to punch the guys balls a few times, while he was still dressed in his white jeans. Davis probably felt the pain, because he was moaning while his balls got additional treatment. Soon he got too heavy for us and so we dropped the body unceremoniously. I knelt over the boy and slapped him into his face a few times. He was breathing normally, but was just hiding inside – I guess. We knew how we could help him, getting out of his shell and so we took a bucket of cold water and splashed it on the useless trash. *Zooooosh* and there he was – back again. Looking up he saw us standing next to him. We were surrounding his young body with our cocks dangling from above. Protrouding out of our jeans – showing we were ready to rip his slut ass apart. He started sobbing again immediately and we let him cry and beg us to stop. “Hush…. hush…. it’s okay to cry. Cry for us…. yeah Baby…. I know….. yeah….” We were all stroking our cocks slowly to the melody of his weeping. “We should concentrate on his slit. He is only a decent sucker. Let’s gag him, before we shred his ass to pieces” I suggested to my fellow gang rapists. “So one after another gets to charge him up?” one of my mates asked me. “That’s the way it works. Let’s fuck this kid up so bad. Let’s pump our strains into him…” I hollered. The guys cheered and high-fived each others. Davis had no idea, what we were talking about, but he was not interested in a rape anymore. He was so afraid, that all five cocks would actually hardcore fuck him. He begged us to let him go, but this went unheard. Instead I told him to undress himself. “Strip naked bitch” I hissed. And to stress my seriousness, I kicked him hard into his ribs. “Aeeeooooow” he screamed. “Silence I said…. you can cry all you want, but don’t scream out again, or you will regret it” I told him calmly. “Now strip for us!” Two of us hauled the twink in front of two couches and while the table was moved aside we started some slow music, so Davis could actually be a little more artistic for us - while undressing himself. While four of us enjoyed sitting down and watching Davis strip, I stood nearby with my arms crossed and made sure the pup wouldn’t try to reach the door in a favorable moment. “Move your ass while you strip - you lazy bitch!” I shouted. Jamelia’s song ‘Stop’ played on the radio and gave this atmosphere something special. Davis removed his t-shirt slowly and held it in front of his body. I ripped it away from him and told him to play with his nipples. “Twist your nipples you slut” I said coldly. “Move your body around and dance while you twist your nipples” another cheered. A third one said he wanted to see Davis lick his lips slowly while watching them. He started to dance, he licked his lips, but he didn’t dare to play with his tits. “If you don’t start twisting you nipples now, I will rip them off your chest” I told him sadistically. That was all the help he needed. Sometimes I can be quite convincing. Maybe he thought, licking his lips would rescue him. But we wanted…. More….

No Risk… No Fun… (Part 1) “What’s up? Are you looking for a tight hole to fuck?” a private message popped up on my screen. ‘RapeMeRaw’ was the guy’s virtual nickname. I clicked to view his profile. …18 years old …White …Slim …Blonde …No hair on his body, as far as the body-pictures showed. “Show your face faggot” I wrote back. He didn’t reply right away. Then he sent me a message, telling me, he would rather like to exchange some messages before sending his picture. “Don’t waste my time – Fake!” I answered him unfavorably. Several minutes later he sent me another message. “Please…. don’t show this to anyone. My parents still don’t know…” he wrote. Attached were some pictures of a cute young twink. He had an innocent look on his face and an angelic smile. “No one cares about you. How old are you?” I wanted to know. “18?” he instantly wrote back. “Are you asking me…?” I wrote, since he looked so youthfully, but who gave a shit. “Give me your skype address. I want to see you. Prove to me, that you are not fake news” I hit the send button. “I will show my face on cam. But I am not doing a sex show for you… just to let you know. I am not stupid…. you might record it after all….” his quick reply flashed on my screen. After getting his skype name I sent him a request. He accepted the call and I could see his face ‘live’. It was the handsome face on the pictures and after he passed this reality check, he turned his cam off again. “Okay whore – when can I rip you open?” I asked him via skype. “I don’t know… I can visit you if you like. I want to be raped hard.” he wrote. “Ever had a cock up your cunt?” “Sure - lots…. I am a true cunt” he lied. Since it is difficult to actually date a twink like this, if you write too long, I asked him to rape his ass that evening. I was sure, that he was already jacking off his young dick fiercly. “Can’t we write a little bit before?” he asked me seriously. “Nah – I am into the real stuff. If you want a hard cock up your slit, raping you savagely… then I am the right guy. Give me your contact address and I will pick you up.” Minutes passed without a reaction. I checked my profile. He hit it 9 times by now and was just surfing on my site. I had some hardcore pictures of my dick fucking tight assholes. The biohazard symbol was visible on my left shoulder. “Are you healthy?” he asked me suddenly. This guy was either stupid or simply not so experienced, as he would like to be. “Of course I am” I replied. I had no cold. I had no headache. I was feeling fine. My lips formed a devilish smile. The next moment ‘RapeMeRaw’ went offline. Oh well I thought and invited a bottom pig to my apartment. I knew this poz whore already and I was sure it would be fun fucking more of my poz cum into his snatch. The following day I received several messages. The little pup apologized for logging out so abruptly. His mother had entered his room and now he was scared, I would believe he was just a no show. He was begging for forgiveness and asking for another chance to be my rape victim. More messages came in, asking me for a second chance. Damn – this fuckslut seemed to be desperate for cock. Who would I be, if I wouldn’t give the kid a chance, meeting my toxic cock. “Apology accepted – meet me this evening at 6pm at a WalMart parking lot nearby” I gave him the exact address and told him to wait in front of the main entrance. During the day he wrote me several other messages. He told me, how he wanted to be ripped open and destroyed by my big cock. He mentioned, that he needed my cum in his puppy cunt so badly. He begged me to fuck him as brutally as I could and that no cry or plea should change my mind. I never replied to any of them. He saw me being online. He knew, I read the messages, but didn’t react. I was sure he got the right feeling, that this would be his one and only chance to meet me. When I came closer to the meeting point, I could see him from afar already. He wore tight white jeans which showed his butt perfectly. It was small ass and promised a tight fucking. His hair had a perfect sidecut. He was in a good shape and had a nice and slim body. It would be fun to show no mercy on the guy. “Hello Sir” he greeted me, looking at my big bulge. “Come with me boy. Let’s move to my car," I ordered as I took a good grip on his nape, leading him to my automobile. He was obviously scared, but as much as he looked around, his gaze always returned to my crotch, which bulged with excitement. Apparently he made-up his mind as he sighed and willingly walked to the car, where, upon arrival, I unlocked the doors and gestured for him to get in. He complied, closing the door as I took my seat in the driver's seat. “Where are we going?” he asked bashfully. I did not even look at him. I opened the buttons of my jeans and pulled my cock out of the fabric. “Suck until I cum, or until I tell you to stop - you fuckwhore” I demanded. I pushed his head down to my crotch and felt his hot tongue playing clumsy with my dickhead. I could feel his hot breath on my toxic rape-stick. He was no professional! That’s for sure. I started the ignition and we drove slowly off the lot. He wanted to be raped… you got to be careful what you are wishing for…

Just an introduction so far. Still working on the filthy parts. Let me know if you want me to continue. --- I had seen them at the bar for a few months now. A Daddy and his boy, always at the same table. I watched from afar, longing for what they had. Daddy Jack, as he was known, was a big bear of a man, at 6 foot 9 inches, over 300 pounds, in his early 60's. Brick shit houses were built like him. His salt and pepper flat top picked up more salt as it blended into his thick beard. More hair could be seen sprouting from his shirt collar and the gap between his cuffs and gloves. He was always in full leathers, just snug enough to show off his body and massive package. He exuded testosterone. Every time he caught me looking he would look back with his piercingly blue eyes. I always looked away first. Once I got up the nerve to follow him into the men's room. He stood at the bar's trough style urinal, a strong golden stream flowing from an absolute snout of a foreskin. I tried my best to act natural, taking only glances at his cock, rather than climbing into the trough and drinking my fill. Mid-way through an epic piss, Daddy Jack cracked his neck twice and then stretched his arms up over his head. I thought I was being subtle with my sniffing, but then I heard Daddy Jack's deep throated chuckle. He roughly grabbed the back of my head, pulling my nose to his pit. Such a wonderful manly mix of musk, leather, and Old Spice. My cock got rock hard fast enough to cut my piss off mid-stream. While boy scott had nearly the same intensity, it was on a different wavelength. A foot shorter, half Jack's age and weight, swimmer's build he was the otter to Daddy Jack's Bear. Well maybe dolphin instead of otter. His head was shaved, and he looked like the razor ran across his scalp more often than his jaw. One night he was even missing his eyebrows, I still wonder what he did to deserve that. He dressed more casually, t-shirt and jeans most nights. This was set off by his chain collar, thick inch long links dipped in orange latex, with a heavy lock. However, scott was no beaten and broken slave, he was his Daddy's boy and proud of it. The pride could be seen in his bearing and the look of quiet satisfaction. Speaking of quiet, I don't think I ever heard him talk at the bar. One hot summer day, I was sitting at the bar bored after work. Not wanting to go home, not wanting to do much of anything. When a massive mitt in a leather glove reached over my shoulder and grabbed my beer. "Hey!" I shouted as I turned around to see Daddy Jack downing the drink in one gulp. He let loose with a massive belch. "Damn carbonation. Come on we're leaving." "But, but," I sputtered trying to make sense of the situation. Putting the bottle back on the bar, he grabbed me by the chin, looked directly into my eyes and growled, "Boy, I said 'we're leaving' now, pop your donkey-clutch get your ass in gear." He confidently strode out of the bar. Not knowing what else to do, I hurried after him and got into the passenger seat of his car. His smell filled the small space; stronger, with hints of cum and smeg. Soon as I buckled up, he took off like he was making a jail break. A couple miles down the road I found my voice again, "Where are we going? ... ... sir?" "We are going home." "Okay?" still not understanding. "Once we get there, scott will poz your boi cunt good, and then we'll kill him." "Wait, WHAT!?"

Everybody says that 'life is a journey', but they're wrong. Life is a crazy carnival ride with twists, turns and sometimes turns upside down. I found that out in 2002. That's when I met Larry. I probably would have never met him if i hadn't been talked into going to some coworker's 25th anniversary party. I didn't even really know him that well, but my pal Kyle wanted to go because he liked any occasion where free booze was being served. The affair was held in the bar area of some restaurant near downtown. I liked my work friends, but I just wasn't in a great mood that night. Kyle went right to the bar and started downing Manhattans. I stood at the edge of the small crowd congratulating the old guy when Kyle grabbed my arm. "Don! You have come see this bartender! He's such a goon, but pretty funny. He makes the drinks extra strong too." "Goon" was right. He was giant and odd-looking. "What can I get you?", he asked with a crooked smile. I ordered a rum and Coke that was indeed pretty strong. We all talked a little while before Kyle announced he was going to the restroom. Once it was just me and the bartender, he leaned close and asked if Kyle was my boyfriend. What? This was a very hetero gathering in a hetero business. Why in the world would he ask that? "Him? No. He's a good friend and we work together. Why do you ask?" "Sorry, man. I didn't mean to insinuate anything. I've just been in this business a long time and have learned to read people. For instance, I can read that you need another drink." "OK. One more. I can't get too wasted because I have to work with those people." "It looks like they're clearing out. You driving?" "No. My buddy and I shared a cab." Speaking of Kyle. Where was he? He'd gone to the bathroom ten minutes ago. Damn. I should have known. He was famous for drinking too much and disappearing on his own adventures. I'd have to pay for the taxi myself and I sure as hell was going to make it up to me. It was a Thursday night, a few weeks before Halloween. The place was empty. "Tab's still open for your party...want another?" "Why not? I haven't used a sick day yet this year. I'm due for a hangover." "That's the spirit! My name's Eric, by the way." I reached to shake his hand and he almost squeezed it off with his giant paw. So Eric and I chatted for an hour as I got drunker and drunker. He sneaked a few shots of his own, keeping his eye out for the manager. I asked if he was married. "Not anymore. Bitch left me almost four years ago." "Sorry." "Thanks I was just too freaky for her." "What do you mean?" "Have another drink and I'll tell you. I gotta close up the register and lock up the back." That last drink he made me was so strong it was nearly flammable. A harried-looking woman walked up and asked me where Eric was. "He's locking up the back." "Well tell him to lock the front too. I'm so tired I can't see street. Good night." Eric was happy she left. "She's okay, just stresses out too easily. That gets everybody else uptight." I drained the last of my mega-drink. "So what makes you freaky?" "I was just always trying to introduce kinkiness into the bedroom. I'm very peculiar. I asked her if she wanted to try a threesome one night and she thought I just wanted to fuck another girl. She got all mad, but what I didn't tell her was that I wanted to invite another man - not a woman." "Wow." "I found myself wanting to do weird things, but she nixed everything I suggested. She'd suck me for a little while, but would never swallow. Wouldn't lick my balls or my ass or do anal. Nothing. So I got off in secret ways." "Like how?" "I'd always fantasized about pissing in her mouth, but knew she'd never go for it....so I'd pee in her coffee or tea or Coke all the time. Just a little. And one night she caught me with my wang out, dribbling into her juice. She left that night and we divorced. It cost me everything. I used to own a place like this, but had to sell it to pay her off. Lost my house too. All my savings. "Damn." I was drinking another glass of rum and I hadn't even noticed. He'd made another one for me while I was listening. We drank more and talked more. I told him that I was pretty inexperienced when it came to relationships. I'd been out with three different guys. dated two and had sex with one. "You haven't heard the worst. I ended up having a nervous breakdown and was hospitalized. They decided I was bipolar and put me on a bunch of drugs. They were crazy with their prescriptions and I now have stuff for sleeping and nerves and other stuff. People think I'm humorous, but mostly I'm just goofed out on pills." "You seem fine to me." He went on..."After I got out and settled into an apartment by myself, I discovered I was still a freak despite the drugs. I wanted wild sex. And I found out that gay guys would do all the things I was into. And I liked doing it to them. One dude even said he'd eat my shit, but I haven't gotten that far into kink." pause "Well, I won't eat your poop, Eric. I have a freaky side too, but learned to suppress it." He laughed. "I wish I'd learned. I just went deeper into it all. I was in a few gay orgies even. I did cocaine and heroin and acid. I thought I'd found my groove....until I found out I was HIV positive. That killed the party for me. "Dang, Eric. I'm so sorry. How are you doing now?" "I'm surviving. Adjusting. Tell me what you're thinking." "Well...beyond sympathy for your plight, I'm a little boned-up right now. Sorry. God, I drank too much." "No. It's okay. I read people, remember? Hey -- you're off tomorrow and it's only a little after midnight. Let's go somewhere." "Where?" "There's a place just a few blocks away. We can go for a bit and talk some more." He locked up and we walked down the safely-lit street. We came to a place I'd never even heard of before. "Munky's". Odd name. It was so quiet. There was no blaring disco music and no crowd. If not for the rainbow flag over the bar, you couldn't tell it was a gay establishment. That's how dead it was. Eric went up the bar, chatted with the bartender and came back with two cold mugs of beer. "I figured we should probably ease up a bit on the hard stuff. "Good idea." I spotted an old Galaga machine in the corner. That was my favorite video game as a kid. "Your eyes just lit up." He looked over, saw the machine and sighed. "You want to play that thing, don't you?" "Just one game. Please?" I felt like a kid begging a parent to stay up later. "Play as much as you want. I just need to get off my feet for awhile. I've got a bunch of quarters from tonight's tips." So I stood and played a whole game. I didn't do very well because I guess my reflexes were askew from the rum. So I decided to stop and just sit with Eric. He was growing on me. "What? You're done already? Sit and drink some of your beer. Refresh. Mind if I smoke? I never smoke except when I'm drunk. Or after sex." We sat. He'd taken off his loafers and had his gigantic socked feet propped up on the stool next to me. "Can I have a cigarette too?" He fished one out of the pack and lit it for me. The head rush I felt made me want to play my game again. He already knew what I was thinking and told me to go play until I beat the high score. I took a few more sips of beer and went back at it. I guess maybe I was being rude. We came here to talk and here I was just entertaining my inner teen. I kept reaching back and drinking more from my mug...which never seemed to get any emptier. I guess he was going up to get it refilled, but then why was it warmer? He was pissing in it. I knew it and I'm pretty sure he knew I knew. He was that sharp. I was hard under my black jeans. So I kept playing and got lost in my quest to get a big score. Once I turned around to ask for another smoke and saw him holding my beer up to his open fly. I said nothing and showed no shock. I didn't beat the high score, but I made the top five. I entered my initials and sat back down. "I like this place. We should come here again." "You haven't seen the men's room yet. I need to go...come join me." We went back and I stood next to him as he peed. His dick was pretty impressive. Semi-hard. "Nice penis," I said. "Want to hold it while I finish?" I didn't answer. I just grabbed it and felt the stream go through his hot shaft. He turned toward me with his dick still dripping. "Take a taste. Please?" I knelt down and took the purple head between my lips. He let a small, slow stream flow down my throat. "Thanks." That's all I could say. "Thank YOU'" We went back to our table. The bartender had brought two new mugs of beer. I sipped a bit. "Oh hell -- my glass isn't full anymore. Can you take care of that?" "Not yet. Give me some time. I wanted to tell you something. Urine is sterile and doesn't really carry HIV. It's not like I shot a load in your glass." "I get that. You can do that the net time we come here." His stocking feet were up on the stool. "I notice you looked at my foot. Want to smell it or rub it? I told you I can read people...and you've got those big puppy eyes that can't hide anything." I massaged both feet and mentioned that it would feel better without socks. "No. Not here. Later." We continued sipping our beers. "Earlier you said that you suppress your freaky side. How? Why?" "Look what happened when you didn't." "Fair point, Don." "Plus -- the internet has helped out a lot. No muss, no fuss." My beer was half empty so I pushed it toward him. He held it below the table and topped it with his hot piss. "How you holdin' up? You look a little lost." "What is that supposed to mean, Kyle?" "I'm Eric. You may have had one too many. Or probably you're getting some of my anti-psychotic medpcpne in your system. I've been giving you sips of my piss since your first drink at the restaurant." "It's Halloween tonight!" "No. It isn't. Leave the beer for now and let's go back to my place." Galaga had awoken the teen rebellion in me and I drained the glass. I did feel lost. Lost in time and lost in space. I think that was the final line in "The Rocky Horror Picture Show". My teen years kept appearing in my brain. "Dammit, Janet!" I said. "That's it for tonight. I only live up the hill. Can you walk or do you want to be carried? You must weigh next to nothing." "Let's just float there." He guided me out of the bar and we were back on the street. Everything was at a weird angle and I felt the need to sleep. Eric wouldn't let me take a quick nap on the sidewalk. "We're almost there...which is good because I need to pee badly." "Do it here. I'll help." "No, Don. We're here. Come on in." His place was small and neat and smelled like him. I looked up at him with a compliment ready, but he kissed me hard. His hand was on my crotch. "See how good it feels t o not suppress urges. We don't have much time before I have to take a wicked piss. Go to the bathroom and lie down in the tub. Face up. On your back." I guess I should have taken my clothes off, but I could've sworn I wasn't wearing any. The tub was cold anyway. I did as told and waited. He walked in completely nude, his big boner waving back and forth. He wasn't kidding about needing to pee. The stream hit me right in my neck and moved up my chin and then it was in my mouth. I gulped and gulped. I was soaked when he finished. "You're a mess now, little friend. How is your head." "Wet on the outside. But my brain is trick-or-treating outside somewhere." "Well it's time to get you naked and cleaned up a little." In a blur of water and soap and steam I was as fresh as a newborn. He dried me off with the softest towels ever made and then I was in a bed. "Tell me again where your head is." "Right here. Will you fuck me, Eric." "I plan on it. Does your head know what that means?" "I does, I want it. I want my freak to meet your freak." "Deal." I wish I could remember the next ten minutes better. I know I was in some severe pain when he put that huge, raw dick in me and I know he came in me. I know he apologized right before he did it again. It felt so much better that time. I do remember that he was a poz man. What were those drugs he was on? I was liking the kidney-filtered version of them. I slept so well. I dreamed of pumpkins and stars. Weird. Nice, but weird. I woke up in time to call work and tell them I was sick. Eric and lounged in bed for three day. I satisfied all his freakyness and he satisfied mine. I knew I'd get sick, but I had this wonderful man in my life...so who cares?

Who does what? Which, out of these 5 guys (yes, I know there are actually 6 but there are twins who cum as one, so to speak) is well into: A. BDSM B. Bondage/Gimp C. Watersports D. Cross dressing E. Fisting (Yes, I know there are actually 6 but there are twins who cum as one, so to speak) Is it: 1. Chas 2. Paddy & Si (The Twins) 3. Peter 4. Rick 5. Stew

I don't care if its a 30-second dump-and-go in the Park or gym, or a 30-minute deep hard fuck at home - a bottom's duty is to say, "fuck yes" anytime and take DNA from either yng or older.

Last load I got was after posting an ad on Bbrt. Had a couple hours before work and my sex drive is through the fucking roof atm. Two regular breeders I've met before and two total anon guys turned up. Ended up with 5 loads in me before I had to go to work. Still got them inside me as I write this.

https://www.gayforit.eu/video/366970/The-Cum-Pump

I just posted about how I love exhibitionist barebacking... but dark rooms as well. Love just bending over and taking whoever cums along. There's times when I get quite vocal in dark rooms as well - yeah cum in me! fucking cum in me! etc - because most other guys stay silent. Broadcasting this in a dark room means you get the guys who are ready to shoot their load seeking you out. I have sometimes had five or six loads in something like 15 minutes doing this: one guy cums, slips out, the next cock goes right in and pounds me like a fleshjack...

8:00pm on June 3, 2017...DeShaun looked at me, disappointed. "Fuck, white meat, you let me down...I thought you'd have a little fight in you still. Guess you one of them white faggots just aching for nigga cock in yo pussy, ain'tcha." He punctuate what he said by shoving his fingers back inside me...unfortunately, all it did was make me gasp loudly, arch my back and spread my legs wider. He grinned, and shoved in deeper, twisting his fingers back and forth...I starting gasping for air, unable to breathe at the lovely mixture of pain and pleasure he was inflicting on me. Part of me was embarrassed to be behaving like such a slut in heat in front of three strangers, but as I was violated deeper and harder, I became more and more aware of the nearness of their hard, masculine bodies, the stink of sweat and piss in the room, and the obscenely large bulges in their pants. "Oh baby, you are in heat, white meat...and we haven't even got you hungry yet...let's start you off slow. Tyrell, you got poppers?" One of the thugs slipped his hand into his pocket and tossed something tiny to DeShaun. When he caught it, I could see it was a tiny bottle labeled Jungle Juice. DeShaun chuckled as he shook the tiny bottle, still keeping his fingers in my hole. "Jungle Juice to rile up yo jungle fever, white meat...you gonna like this. When I hold it to yo nose, take a huge whiff...then the other side...then hold it in until I tell you, and let it out nice and slow." He twisted the cap off one handed, used his thumb to wipe the lip of the bottle, then shoved it up on left nostril...I followed directions, inhaling deep - it smelled weird - then the left, then holding it in until he said let it out, then exhaling slowly. I got really hot...or maybe cold...I dropped back onto the mattress, completely dizzy...my blood was pounding...DeShaub was finger fucking me to the beat of my pulse...or do I thought until I looked down and saw I was fucking myself onto his fingers. He just laughed and repeated the process. The room spun, and when it stopped, DeShaun was standing watching me, but something still fucked my hole...turns out that during the second rush, DeShaun's fingers had been replaced with Tyrell's big black cock. I turned to DeShaun, and tried to gasp out my request. "Please...Sir...please..." I grunted. "What you want, white meat? You want this maybe?" DeShaun held the bottle of poppers just out of reach. "Yes...please Sir...yes". I gasped. Tyrell's cock was beginning to hurt places inside I didn't know existed until now. "First, you gotta admit the truth, white meat...the truth you been refusing to admit since yo bro walked you into my crib. Whose property is you, faggot? ". DeShaun chuckled. "Yours...Master..."I gasped while Tyrell picked up the speed and force. And part of me...deep and dark inside...part of me wanted it to be true.

My boyfriend and I scored an invite to this huge New Year’s Eve bash thrown by a gay couple in their late-forties/early-fifties. They had lots of money and used it to get beautiful, athletic college men to come over and get unbelievably drunk and high—guests at these parties are almost always in a fraternity and/or play a varsity sport. We thought we might get invited at some point—he’s in a fraternity and I made varsity swim team my first year—but guys typically did not start getting invited until their junior or senior year. So we were quite surprised when one of his fraternity brothers handed us both invites; we were just as surprised to learn that he was going with his roommate. They were both seniors and unbelievably hot. He was an all-american jock-type—captain of the lacrosse team, honor roll, that type; his roommate was on the wrestling team and had that perfect ass wrestlers get, which he loved to show off at any opportunity. “Congrats, boys. Now you get to play with the men—though I wonder if it might be the other way around.” He grabbed my ass as he said the last part, and gave me a wink as he walked away. The night of the party, we rode in the lacrosse stud’s SUV through the foothills outside Boulder. When we finally reached the house, it did not disappoint. It was this amazing glass structure with views of the front range from almost every room. And the party was unbelievable. Several hundred of the most beautiful college-aged men I’d ever seen were wandering through the house in various states of undress. We were offered drinks—and pills and lines—as soon as we walked in the door. I’ve always been a bit wary of any drug other than alcohol, so I was only drinking. But my bf and his frat brothers were happy to take anything that sounded fun. We lost his frat brothers for a while but eventually found them kissing by the pool wearing nothing but speedos. At first they were just casually making out but it quickly became very intense—and hot—with the roommate blowing the lacrosse team captain for a good fifteen minutes before stopping to say, “Take me home and fuck me, baby.” “How can I deny such a fucking stud?” the lacrosse captain said as he pushed his roommate—though it was probably more accurate to say his boyfriend or at least live-in fuck buddy—back down on his hard cock. He asked if were ready to leave, but it was only half past midnight and we wanted to stay bit longer. “I totally understand guys; let me find the hosts so we can figure this out.” He pulled out of his bud’s mouth and tried to stuff his very big dick into what was now a too small pair of speedos. He was back pretty quickly with the older of the hosts—a muscle-daddy type in his early fifties with dark hair just starting to turn gray and piercing blue eyes. “So you two don’t want to leave? I don’t blame you. I’m not sure anyone else is heading in your direction, but there’s an extra bedroom you can use.” As soon as we agreed to stay in the spare room, the two studs left to go back to the frat. “Apparently, they really wanted to fuck.” I said to the host. To which he responded, “Do you blame them?” which made us both laugh. Something my bf had taken was clearly kicking in—he was having trouble focusing and sweat was just pouring out of him. “Let’s find that room for you—I think he’s going to need somewhere to pass out before too long.” The host and I made small talk as we wandered through the party—he was incredibly charming and a bit flirtatious. He kept dropping hints that he would be happy to fill in for my boyfriend tonight since by this point we had to prop him up. The bedroom that he thought we could use already had guests in it—about a dozen guys watching as three boys were being fucked side by side at the end of the bed. When one of the tops shot their load another guy in the room would immediately take his place. “Looks like this room won’t work, but I can’t say that I’m sorry. This is one of the hottest scenes we’ve had at these parties—it would be wrong to stop it.” We stood in the doorway for a minute or so watching. The host was transfixed by the boy getting fucked in the center, who looked very young—almost too young. And he was getting fucked harder than the other two boys by a bigger dick—all the while begging for more. “How can he be asking for more and harder?” I asked quite incredulously. The host turned from the doorway stating simply, “Because he’s unfathomably high on t and g right now.” “That was our only unoccupied guest bedroom. We could see if anyone was willing to drive you down to Boulder, though I don’t think anyone that is still here would be sober enough to drive for some time. It might be possible to call a cab, but probably not on New Year’s Eve. Hmm… Well, we do have a couple of twin beds in our master bedroom that are not being used at the moment, though you may find it strange to sleep in them.” I must have had a very confused look on my face because he quickly explained they were for their two houseboys to store their clothing and supplies as well as to use as a place to sleep when for whatever reason they did not sleep in the big bed with the two of them. The host led us to a very nondescript door that turned out to be an elevator that would only activate with a 10 digit code. When the elevator doors opened we stepped into a very large, open space that almost had a warehouse feel to it. Except that instead of concrete walls it was all glass—somehow making it feel like the space was floating and that we were completely exposed to the world around us. The only actual walls on the entire floor were in the center near where the elevator opened up. As we walked around the space, it became clear that it had been designed for them as a space to live and work while also serving as one big sex playroom. We stopped by a fully stocked bar so he could get us drinks—but the whole area around the bar looked and felt like a sleazy leather bar. There was an area with slings and another with a couch facing a huge tv screen. Their bed was along one of the walls and was enormous—you could have easily fit six people in it. Somehow on each side of the elaborate bed frame there was a semi-private alcove with a twin mattress and shelves filled with clothing and supplies for fucking and playing—lubes, gear, underwear, clothing, dildos, and many things that I could not even imagine how one would be able to use during sex. “Ah, I told you it might be strange. Some of the more unusual toys and gears are on the other side, so let’s take your boyfriend there to sleep off whatever he took. And my husband loves frat boys so a naked one passed out in his bed is a nice way to start off the year.” He gave me a quick wink and threw my boyfriend over his shoulders in a fireman’s carry, which kind of turned me on. I followed him to the other side where the shelves were covered in leather and rubber gear, ropes and other restraints, and a bunch of other very specific looking equipment. “A lot of this is for piss play,” the host mentioned with an odd smile as he quickly stripped everything off my boyfriend and laid him ass up on the small bed in the space. “Very hot ass—you have excellent taste, boy.” I was a bit startled—but also turned on—when he called me “boy,” but I didn’t have much time to think about it before he was leading me back to other side of the bed. I was starting to feel really tired and had to fight to keep my eyes open. “I think I’m ready to get some sleep, if that’s okay.” I said before drifting off. When I woke up a few hours later, it was to the feeling of being fucked slowly and deeply by a very thick cock—stretching my hole to its limits. I had no idea who was fucking me and didn’t really remember where I was, so I started to look around a bit to see if I recognized anything. “Ah, my hot little boy is finally awake. Daddy’s been waiting for you—I think I gave you a bit too much g. You’ve been out for a few hours, but I couldn’t resist your ass.” It all came rushing back to me—the New Year’s Party at the two older guys house. Somehow I ended up in bed with one of them—but where was my boyfriend? I realized I could see everything because of mirrors on the ceiling and in the headboard, so I finally saw that it was the same muscle daddy from earlier who was fucking me now. I could see his partner having some fun on the other side of the bed, but wasn’t able to really concentrate on him or anything else because my ass was suddenly being pounded much harder and faster. It was starting to be too much when he went back to his long, slow strokes and whispered in my ear, “You have an amazing ass, boy—one that daddy needs to spend some time getting to know. I loved sliding inside you while you were passed out. I can’t wait to do it again and again and again.” He started to really pound me as he talked about knocking me out and fucking me over and over, causing me to start moaning and panting. And then he stopped just as abruptly as he started and pulled completely out of me. “I think it’s time we got you really fucked up, boy…”

Are bottoms with low self esteem more likely to agree to bareback sex?

Freeing Kenny My son Kenny turned 18 today, he came into the world when I was 15. His Mom left me when he was two because I came out to her. Since then Kenny has been my son and best friend. He came out to me when he was 13. I was never afraid to talk to him about sex, or have sex with him in the house. When he was 16 I came down with a bad case of the flu. Turns out it was the fuck flu, and I had converted. I talked to Kenny about. During our talk, he aired his fears of converting and why he hasn’t had any sex yet, not even jacking off with another guy. He also said in some ways he’d just like to convert, get it over with, so he could feel free to have sex anytime he wanted, he didn’t like the feel of a condom as he tried jacking off with one on a few times. We still talked off and on about this, so I knew even now he still has never had sex. During one such talk, he let slip if he were to lose his virginity he’d want to lose it to someone as good looking as me. I knew my son liked how I looked, as he openly looked at me whenever I was naked. With two guys alone in a house, we weren’t bashful. We see each other everyday naked, and many times hard. I’ve seen him so hard looking at me, he was even leaking precum like a faucet. At 33, I still had a 32 waist and 38 chest on my six foot frame. My chest was covered in short dense hair, with a good fuzzy ass in the rear. My uncut cock still would go hard at the drop of a hat, even on the meds. My son was just like his old man, just a little shorter and less hair. He was growing his hair though and would be just like dear old Dad. I loved to see that dimpled ass with the fine hair dusting sprouting out of his crack, and how his foreskin kept his head all covered, helping to funnel that precum stream. Kenny during our talks still was thinking he just wanted to get it over with and convert to poz, but was scared of it, but he was getting more and more horny and wanting sex. It was after the last talk 2 months ago, I decided on the perfect gift for his eighteenth birthday. I began collecting a few things for the important day. The day came, and I woke up early, purposely not putting any clothes on. I brought the little gifts out to get things ready. One was a little blue pill, which I crushed up and mixed into Kenny’s favorite pancake recipe. Put together some mimosas on the table, adding a little extra liquid to Kenny’s which will help the teen be a little more horny. Then lastly mixed in some white powder into some of his favorite bottle of lube. Lastly his little gift was ready and been waiting for a week building up, actually it had been building up over the last two months while I went on a certain type vacation. Time to wake up the birthday boy, soon to be birthday man. I walked back up stairs and down the opposite side of the hall. My son’s door was open, which was not unusual, it was just us guys here. I quietly walked into his room. He was sound asleep on his back, arms up and over his head, showing off his hairy pits. Yes, just like me. His body hair is coming in just like mine did. Look at that beautiful hair pattern emerging on his chest. A bush of hair blossoming between his pectorals and starting to spread out, and that nice dense rings of hair around those big suckable nipples. The treasure trail already growing up to meet his pectorals and spreading out on his abs. Then there’s that beautiful uncut cock, hard as a rock all nestled in that bush of pubes. Seeing my boy this way made me chub up a little. I leaned over intending to whisper in his ear to wake him, but as I neared him, I had to sniff those exposed pits. With his hair tickling my nose, I inhaled, and what a wonderful smell. All male hormones, all man. I reached over to his chest, and ran my hand over that patch of hair on to his pec, slowly rubbing his chest. I then lightly kissed his forehead. “Kenny, wake up buddy. Hey Kenny, wake up.” While saying this I continued to rub his chest. Kenny moaned a little sleepy moan of waking. “Come on bud, time to get up.” As Kenny opened his eyes, he saw his Dad over him. He looked him in the eyes, and gave a sleepy smile. “Happy Birthday my special buddy boy.” I leaned in and gave my son a kiss on the lips. I think my son wasn’t completely awake, and surprised enough that he kissed back a little harder than he usually did. “Time to get up, bud. Well, looks like someone is up already. So lets say time to get out of bed.” I laughed as my son blushed a little. I stood up, and my son’s eyes got a little bigger as he noticed I was naked, and more than a little chubbed up myself. “What’s up with being naked Dad?” Kenny then yawned, “Not that I mind, I love seeing you naked.” Then he blushed. “Sorry Dad, I’m still waking up.” “Just didn’t feel like getting dressed, and I know you like seeing me in the buff, its your birthday so look all you want. I’ve known for sometime you look at me, I like looking at you too. Why don’t we have a naked day together today to celebrate your birthday. I’ve got your favorite breakfast going downstairs.” Kenny sat up in his bed, I pulled him up out of bed into my arms and big hug. I could feel his hard cock against mine. I rubbed his back a little as we hugged. I ran my hand lightly towards Kenny ass, and as I just touched the top of his ass, he jumped up into my arms and wrapped his legs around me like he did where he was a kid, and buried his face into my neck and ear. But unlike when he was a kid, this was a young man who was heavier, so I had to hold him with both hands under his ass, and felt those firm gluten and the starting of a fuzzy butt. “I love you Dad, so much.” “I love you too bud.” I kissed his ear, Kenny then leaned back and kissed my fully on the lips hard. This made both our cocks jump, his against my stomach and mine bumping his butt check. “Come on bud, lets go eat.” We ate our pancakes and had our mimosas. Kenny was getting a looser and looser with his talking. I “accidently” dropped my napkin, so I could take a look under the table at his cock. Which was hard and lightly throbbing, with just a little trickle of a precum peeking out of his foreskin. My own cock was really starting to stoke up as well, as the little blue pill was starting to hit me as well. “Dad, I’m really liking this being naked with you. It just feels so good. But its making be horny as hell.” “You sure its not because your body is telling you its tired of being in its virgin state.” “That too. But I’m sitting here across from one of the hottest men around. Oh fuck, sorry Dad, I don’t know what’s up with me today.” “Its okay Buddy, I feel the same. Your a hot man too, and really a man today. Let’s take the drinks into the study, and lay back on the lounge, relax and talk. Figure out a gift for you.” “Um, well, yeah I’d like that, but, um well, I’m having a little, um, problem. I’m like really horny, um, yea.” I grinned inside, the little treatment to his drink must be working now as well. “Hey man, I’ve seen you with a blazing hard on, so no worries. I’m running hard as well. Tell you what I’ll get up first, and get us some more drinks for the lounge.” I fit my actions to my words, and got up showing off my hard cock. I heard a whispered, “oh fuck” from Kenny’s direction. Kenny then got up, and walked off to the study with his hard on pointing the way, bouncing up and down, and side to side, leaving a little dribble of clear liquid here and there. I went over to the counter and grabbed the bottles of orange juice and champagne, as well as the little hidden bottle. I poured just a little dribble of the clear liquid to Kenny’s glass, and then mixed up more mimosa into each glass. The touch more of clear liquid should give Kenny’s body just that little more push to rampant horny stud he needed to be. “Here we go bud, a little more bubbly. I have a little surprise for you as well. Something I’ve been wanting to do with you.” As Kenny sipped more of his treated drink, I grabbed a little box out of my desk, and pulled out a joint. “I’ve been waiting for the day to share a joint with my best bud. I know you’ve never done this, but I think its “high” time you did.” Which brought out a giggle from Kenny. “I’ll take the first hit, watch what I do.” I light the end and inhaled as fully as I could and held the smoke, than let it out. “Your turn. Inhale as much as you can and hold as long as you can.” Kenny took ahold of the joint, and inhaled hard, and held his breath, trying not to cough, then let it out. Coughing just a little. He than drank down some more of his drink. “Good job buddy. I’ll go again. Lets do something special this time. I’m going to put my mouth against yours, and exhale into your mouth. So you inhale when I do that.” “Ok Dad.” He was already a little glassy eyed from the one hit and the little treatment to his drink, and his cock gave a little throb. I inhaled a larger hit than before and held it while I leaned into my son, he immediately moved his mouth to me, when our lips met, he opened up and I exhaled all the smoke into him as he inhaled. As he was inhaling, I lightly stroked his tongue with mine just for a second. We parted our lips and I handed him the joint. This was really good weed, extra good. There was another real good hit left for him to take. He put the joint to his lips and inhaled deeply, and held the smoke a good amount of time before exhaling, and didn’t cough. I took the joint from him, and put it out in the tray. While I did this, Kenny downed the last of his mimosa. I sat back and put my arm behind Kenny, and he sat back into arm. I pulled him to me a little, feeling his bare side touching mine. “I’ve missed sitting like this Dad, thank you.” I leaned over and kissed his forehead. Kenny pushed into that kiss. I could tell the drugs were starting to take there effect on him. “I like this too. Its been awhile since we’ve cuddled a little. You always liked to cuddle didn’t you. You were always good at cuddling.” “I always loved cuddling with you.” He than reached over to my chest with his hand and was running his hand over my chest hair, “Cuddling with you was better than my bear, you have such nice hair on your chest.” Kenny got up into my lap like he did has a little boy, but he was no longer a little boy. He was a man, and a man feeling horny for sure. I felt his ass on my cock as he settled into my lap, and he put his head on my chest. “Dad, can you hold me? I love feeling your naked body against mine. I think I’ve wanted, needed this, to be like this in your arms.” “Sure buddy, I’ll hold you. It does feel good to be naked together doesn’t it.” I pulled him tightly to me, feeling his breath moving my chest hairs, and his ass rubbing against my cock. Kenny was rubbing his check against my hairy pec, and against my nipple. “Dad, why am I so scared about having sex, I’m so horny so often, I don’t know what to do.” “Buddy, son, there’s nothing to be scared about sex. It should feel good, and be fun. Your horny so much, probably because its your body telling you its time.” “Can you show me some, Dad. Can you show me some of what men can do together, for my birthday?” Kenny turned a little in my lap, and wrapped his legs around my waist. My hard cock’s was pushing up against his anal valley, and his hard cock was poking my stomach. His warm breath in my face. I reached up and behind him and pulled his face to mine had began to kiss him hard. His mouth opened to mine, and I stuck my tongue into his mouth to which he promptly began to suck on my tongue and moan. I picked up my son, and laid him back on on the lounge couch. Meshing our hard cocks together, our precum mixing together on our meshed bellies. My hairy chest rubbing against his chest. I broke our kiss a little. Kenny whispered, “Fuck Dad, I love feeling your cock against mine. Oh fuck, Dad, I like this, but it scares me, help me, show me how not to be scared.” I kissed him hard, and then started licking down his neck to his chest. Feeling that hairy patch between his pecs on my cheeks. I licked over to his right nipple and lightly ran my tongue over the tip, and then lightly bite his nipple. This elicited a loud moan from Kenny. I continued to lick down his body, feeling his muscles with my tongue. As I got to his abs, I could taste the sweet mixture of our combined precum. “Kenny, have you tried your precum yet?” Which he shook his head. “You want to taste our combined precum like I just did? It might help you.” Kenny nodded his head. I collected some of my precum leaking out of my stretched foreskin, as my son watched. Then with the same finger collected some of Kenny’s off his long foreskin. “Here son, don’t be scared, try our precum, taste how sweet it is, you’ll love it.” Kenny leaned up and sucked my finger into his mouth, and moaned. While he was savoring the taste, I leaned down and sucked his hard cock into my mouth, sticking my tongue into his foreskin, tasting that sweet teen neg clear liquid. Oh how sweet it was. “Oh fuck, Dad, oh fuck, I love it. Oh shit.” Kenny then shot a huge glob of precum in my mouth. I came off his cock, and started licking down his balls, and the while lifting his legs up. Teasing and nibbling his hairy taint, then run my tongue against his asshole. His ass started contracting and kissing my tongue with his ass lips. I pushed his legs further towards his chest, and put my hands on his ass cheeks. Pulling them apart and seeing that beautiful hair butt hole, kissing the air. I dove with my tongue into that ass. Kenny moaning louder and louder, as my tongue was relaxing his hole. “Oh fuck, oh my god. Dad, oh fuck.” Suddenly his ass blossomed, and my tongue went right into him. As he was squirming and moaning, I reached to the side where I put the treated lube. “You like that son? You want to try my finger, get and idea what being fucked is like?” “Daddy, will you? Can you, please?” I opened the lube, and with one hand pulled his hole a little, and but the lube bottle opening right against that open butt hole. I squeeze and glob, which caused some to squirt inside, and then dribble out. I clicked the lube shut, and collected the leaking lube up off his ass with my finger, and slowly started to insert into Kenny. Feeling that tight opening gripping my finger, and then the furnace of inside surrounding my finger. I began running my finger around inside his ass, spreading that treated lube. In a little bit that treatment should start making his ass real hungry. “Oh fuck, Daddy, Daddy that feels so good. OH OH SHIT, that makes me want to cum.”, Kenny screamed as my finger pressed against his prostate. I pulled my finger out, and Kenny moaned. I picked up the lube again, and put it back against his now more opened hole, and squirted more treated lube into him. Collecting the dribble with two fingers, and ran two fingers into his ass. Moving my fingers around, rubbing the lube into his ass walls all around. I pulled my fingers out, and put his legs down, around me. I then reached over to where the lube had be sitting, and grabbed one more joint. This joint was treated the same. I lit the joint and inhaled, holding the smoke in, I leaned down towards my son, and he knew what was happening and leaned up, our open lips coming together. I exhaled into him, and he inhaled. Once he exhaled, I put the lit joint against his lips. “Inhale real hard and as long as you can, and hold it.” Kenny did, and then I put my mouth against his, and he exhaled into me. I put the joint against his lips again, “One more time sweetie, take that last hit.” After he exhaled into my mouth, and deeply kissed him, and rubbed my hand around his chest, and tweeting his nipples one at a time. We kissed for a few minutes, which he began moaning. When I broke the kiss, I saw his eyes were just ever so slightly glassy. The drugs have to be kicking in now. “Is this what you had in mind for your gift?” “Yes, Daddy. But I’m still a little scared, can you help me not be scared about sex. I want it, this is making more horny. My ass has an itch inside, and really think I need your fingers back in me.” I reached down between his legs, and sort of teased his hole with my finger tip. “Well, sweetie, I can only think of one way to help you not be so scared and help with the horny itch. You may get the ultimate gift though if we do that. Do you want my cock in you, you want my gift?” “Daddy, please, my ass is needing you. Please, I think I gotta have your cock in me.” “Do you want my gift too? You want to be sure to get my ultimate gift, that will help you not be scared of sex anymore?” “Yes Daddy, I need your gift. I want to love sex. Help me with the gift.” I reached over to the little table where everything was, and grabbed the bottle of poppers and my old toothbrush. My son was watching me lube up the toothbrush, and when I ran my leaking cock all over the toothbrush’s bristles, getting a huge amount of precum all over the brush head. “Open that bottle and when I say ‘now’, I want you to inhale.” Kenny nodded his head “Now left your legs up to your chest and reach around your legs to hold them up and be ready with the bottle.” I watched as his beautiful fuzzy asshole came into sight. It was winking open and shut at me so nicely. I placed the brush against his fuzzy hole, just as I started to push in I said, “Now”. Kenny inhaled the poppers, as I inserted the brush into his ass. I left it inside him a moment. I reached up and took the poppers from him. I began twisting the brush in a circles, at the same time moving slightly in and out of his ass, giving his ass a good brushing all over inside. Kenny was moaning and groaning. “You okay son, this will help your body receive and accept my gift so much better.” “Oh fuck, Daddy, it feels so funny, it sort of feels good, sort of hurts. Oh fuck, I really need something bigger, its not helping the itch much.” I pulled the brush out, and saw it was very much towards reddish pink. “I think your ready.” “Oh fuck, my ass is tingly, oh fuck I need you in me now, please.” I leaned over him, and he watched me put my heavily leaking cock towards his open ass. I felt my cock kiss his open hole. As his hole held my cock there, I leaned into kiss him, which as we kissed my cock slide into him. Both of moaning as I pushed all the way into him and bottomed out, my balls against his ass. “I’m in you son, you feel me in you?” “Oh Daddy, Daddy, I feel you. I can feel your cock beating inside me. Oh please fuck me.” I started moving my cock slowly out of his ass, and just as I felt I was reaching his opening, slowly moved back into him. Shit, I wasn’t going to last long. Not cumming for so long was taking a toll on me, I needed to cum soon. “Daddy, Daddy, oh fuck me. I feel like I’m going to explode soon. My ass is on fire, and my cock is on fire. Oh fuck, Daddy.” Slowly in, Slowly out. I loved this boy, I wanted him to love sex, I wanted him to want sex. He was moaning so loud now. “Son, sweetie, I’m about to cum. Do you want my ultimate gift, you want my Poz gift?” “Daddy, I want your cum. I don’t want this fear anymore, I want your Poz gift. Give it to me.” He reached down and grabbed my hairy ass cheeks, and almost was helping my hump him. But I wasn’t going to go faster. “Oh fuck, sweetie. I’m going to cum inside you. I’m going to give you my gift, NOW.” I started shooting my pent up load deeply into my boy. All the while thinking how I was probably impregnating him with my virus. Kenny was moaning loudly, and thrashing, and I felt a large wetness building up between us. When I looked between us, I saw his cock firing jets of cum, almost in time with my jets. We both came down from our orgasms. Keeping my cock inside him, I helped move him on my cock so I could be behind him. Now holding him spooned in my arms, my cock still deep inside him, holding my cum inside him. “I love you buddy, Happy Birthday. I hope this is the gift you wanted and needed.”

I have never made it secret that I'm a big ol' perv. Well...I actually make it a secret in my daily life; working and making polite chat with people. I look and act normal. But get a few drinks in me (or pills or a joint), and I start blabbing about my twisted side. I've had a dirty mind for as long as I can remember. Also gay. When the Jeffrey Dahmer story broke. I was horrified and sickened like everyone else, but I sort of knew the kind of desperation he must have felt. That kind of desperate sexual need that would lead someone to make horrible, horrible decisions. I made a horrible decision in 2003. I frequented a tiny, hole-the-wall tavern that was right next to my house, I went there because they didn't blast terrible dance music and there was no attitude, At all. After three or four visits, I knew most of the regulars. The one guy who ruled the bar was an older fat gentlemen who everybody called "The Doctor". He wasn't really a doctor or even a a professional of any kind as far as I could tell, but he he was a free talker and somebody I loved sitting next too. He was full of stories and jokes and just had a magnetic presence. He was also very curious about people, and asked a lot of questions. "Yo, James. Why are you always coming to this dump alone and not out getting laid?" He was five or six drinks deep at that point -- and I was a little out of it myself. My doctor had given me some anti-anxiety pills that I was instructed not to mix with alcohol. I did not listen. Maybe he was afraid his question offended me because he bought us both a few shots which I downed immediately. He acted impressed -- because most people don't know that only the amateurs showed off. I was drunk. I leaned my head on his shoulder and told him how unhappy I was. I was a walking, talking nice guy who was overburdened with perversion. I had things to say, but nobody to say them to. "Say them to The Doctor, baby boy. I'll bill you later". I skipped the sob story confessions, and just came right out and asked him if he knew any rapists. "HELL!!!" He spun me around on my stool to face me. "Rape? Like not pretend rough shit, but actual rape??" I nodded. He rapped his knuckles against my head and told me I was too messed-up for him to treat, I was too far gone -- which I already knew. He ordered one more round of shots, but I didn't down it right away. I was dizzy and was fine just looking at it. The Doctor pulled out his old wallet and fished a bunch of cards out. He found one that he wouldn't show me yet. "I know a man you are needing, but he's very bad news. He has a criminal record, a drug habit and is very poz." "Yeah?" "And I don't know if he is into any sex that doesn't involve money." "Oh. I've got money". I finished whatever shots were still on the table as Doc mumbled into his cell phone. The call didn't last long. "He's on his way, but not coming inside here." "Why?" "How many rapes happen in public places? THINK, kid!" "What do I do?" "Well, first off -- he wants fifty dollars. Leave it your left back packet. I already told him what you look like and what you were wearing. Don't go right to your car...walk around the block one time. Go North." We had more shot and I kissed him on the cheek.. Then left. The night air felt nice. Which way was North? Oh, OK. I wobbled that direction and passed under the lights of a folk art gallery and a place that sold mystical crystals or something. Then it got darker. I rounded the corner and saw a few more lights from other stores. Strange how I forgot everything I was in store for. It was like I was on a regular midnight stroll and WHAM! I was knocked to my knees out of nowhere. Maybe I broke a kneecap? Didn't that WHAM!!! I was flat on my back and seeing colors as my thin body was being drug into the shadows. My rapist was here. My head hurt so bad, but this was a commitment. I got a glimpse of him - he was looking like a felon. Drag files here to attach, or choose files... Accepted file types pdf, jpg, jpeg, gif, png Insert other media A fatally sick felon. He didn't look mean, just determined. He pulled my jeans down...along with my boxers. I was suddenly face down in the concrete as he plopped on top of me. All of my previous rape fantasies had involved a plush bed and a hot-tempered Italian man. This wasn't that. His medium-sized worm dick forced it's way between my cheeks and found my hole. This was the rape I'd wanted, asked for, paid for. He was doing his job. And then SHIT! It hurt as he worked it inside me. I was not ready for rape, for sure. The pain didn't subside much as he started pumping. It was a job to him and he probably wanted to get it over with as much as I did. Then it started to feel better. I wanted him to thrust deeper, but he was finishing up. "Here it comes!!!" He stopped moving. He fished the money out of my back pocket, got himself together and took off into the darkness. As I put myself together and limped toward my car, I remembered what Doc ha said about him being "very poz".

Brian: I was at my buddy Todd's place having a beer and watching the game when his girl Sam came in, carrying some bags. "Hey babe, you done shopping?" Todd asked her. "Yeah, I got some really cute tops and a few other things. You guys watching the game?" "Yep," Todd answered. Todd's place was just a studio, so Sam put the bags down by the door, to find room for them later, I figured. After a second, I could see out of the corner of my eye that they were still looking at each other but not saying anything, so I looked over at them to see what was up. Sam quickly said, "It's so hot out there, I think I'm gonna take a shower," and disappeared into the bathroom, with a meaningful look at Todd. What was that all about? I shrugged it off and went back to watching the game. A while later, Sam came out wearing just a towel. I tried not to stare. "I forgot all my clothes are out here," she said, walking in front of the TV to get to the chest of drawers next to where I was sitting on the couch. She was so close I could smell the scented soap or whatever she just used in the shower. I took another sip of beer and pretended to ignore her. "I'm gonna grab a shower too," Todd said, and got up. I thought that was strange, since we weren't going out later and since we were right in the middle of the game, but I just said, "Okay." As soon as Todd was gone, Sam took off her towel and set it down on the couch right next to me. After I'd already looked at her completely naked by accident, she said, "Don't look," as she went through one of the drawers. She was smokin' hot and it took me a second to look away, but she didn't seem to notice. I went back to the game as she slipped some panties on, and I heard Todd turning on the shower. I was still trying not to look at her when she said, "Ugh, can you help me with this? It's new and I can't get it." She was standing with her back to me, trying to put a bra on but not getting it. "Um, I don't know, maybe Todd should…." "Oh stop being stupid, you're like family. Can you just do this for me please? Or do you want me to walk around without a bra on?" I didn't know what to say, but I figured it wasn't really a big deal, so I got up and took the clasp from her hands and tried to put the two parts together. But I was thinking more about how good she smelled and how she was practically naked right in front of me, and after a couple seconds she reached back and said, "No, they have to go together like this." Our hands fumbled together for a second and I accidentally let go of the straps, and the bra fell down. Before I could really think, she bent down to pick it up and her ass was right there in front of me, just barely covered in lacy panties. I popped wood immediately. "Uh, sorry," I said, and sat back down to hide my stiffy. "That's okay," she said, standing back up with the bra. "I got this set 'cause I thought Todd would like them, but he didn't even notice. He hasn't touched me in weeks. Do you think they look alright?" she asked, holding the bra up. She looked fucking incredible, and I had to force myself not to throw her down and tear those lace panties off her right now. "Fuck yeah! I mean, yeah, they look great, you know." "Well I don't know what it is then, maybe he's just bored with me. I hope you don't mind if I talk to you, I never talk to my girlfriends about this sort of stuff, and you're a guy, so I thought you might know what the deal with him was. I feel like I can talk to you." I just listened to her and tried not to stare at her tits as she went on. "Sometimes I just miss a rock hard cock so much I think I'll go crazy, like I'll just sit on the next fucking hard prick I see!" I was definitely not looking at her face when she looked back at me, and I pretended to look somewhere else and muttered a feeble, "Uh, sorry." My cock was so hard it was aching, and without even thinking I adjusted it very obviously. She must have noticed. "What's going on down there, Brian?" she asked, looking right at my junk, which was now tenting my pants. "Uh, nothing, sorry about that, I was just—nothing." I hoped she would just finish getting dressed already and not say anything to Todd. "That looks like more than nothing," she said, walking over and reaching down to undo my pants. "What the fuck?" I said, trying to stop her, even though I wanted to bury my prick inside her and make her pregnant immediately. "Todd's right in the shower," was the only thing I could think to say. "He takes forever," she said, grabbing my hard-on through my pants and trying to undo my belt. "I, I don't—" I started, still trying to stop her but loving her hand rubbing on my cock, which was started to leak precum like crazy. Between the beer and her stroking my woody through my pants, I wasn't really thinking straight. "You better take your fucking pants off, or I'm gonna tell Todd you checked me out and grabbed my ass!" What the fuck? This bitch really was crazy for cock, but Todd was still in the shower, and I just couldn't fucking hold back anymore. I grabbed Sam and threw her hard down onto the couch, and the look on her face said that was exactly what she wanted. I tore my belt off and shoved my pants down, finally freeing my leaking 7-inch stiffy, which pointed straight toward her. Then I yanked her panties out of the way, and with the other hand, slammed my hard 7 inches inside her before she could ask about a fucking condom. "Fuck yes!" she whispered loudly, "Pound me! Give it to me! I need it so bad!" She didn't need to tell me twice, and I fucked that crazy blackmailing bitch so hard I thought I was going to break her. For a second I looked over at the bathroom door and thought how fucked up it was that I was banging my buddy's girl on his own fucking couch, not 5 minutes after he'd gotten in the shower. But dammit this girl's pussy felt so fucking amazing and she needed it bad, whispering nasty things to me and pulling me in deeper as I pounded her into the couch like an animal. "Fuck, I'm getting so close," I whispered into her hair after a few minutes. I still couldn't believe I was buried balls deep inside Todd's girl with him right there in the bathroom. He could come out at any second. What the hell was I doing?? "Oh yeah, I want it," she whispered back, driving me crazy. I really gave her all I had, getting closer and closer to the edge. I was gonna give this cheating whore exactly what she wanted. Then out of nowhere, she said, "Just don't cum inside me!" Are you kidding me? There was no way I could pull out, she just felt way too good to waste my boys on her chest. I didn't say anything and just kept fucking her. "Please, I'm not on birth control and I don't wanna get pregnant!" But she was still pulling me deep inside her instead of pushing me off, not that she could have pushed me off if she'd tried, there was no way I wasn't going to give this blackmailing whore my seed, whether she wanted it or not. She was still pulling me in, but right as I got to the edge she whispered, "No, stop! You're gonna make me pregnant with your babies!" That set me off, and I wrapped both my hands around her throat and slammed all the way inside her as I shot volley after volley of my boys deep into her cheating twat. I came so hard I thought I was going to black out, I didn't even care if she could breathe or not, all I cared about was how incredible my cock felt totally buried inside her velvety snatch, shooting a gallon of hot cum in her, painting her fucking walls white. After I came down from that massive explosion inside her, I collapsed on top of her, pushing her into the couch, and feeling like a stud. I had given this unfaithful slut the rock hard cock she'd said she'd wanted, and the grade-A spunk she'd said she didn't. I hoped I did get this bitch pregnant, and that Todd would have to raise my fucking kid. Just then I heard the water turn off, and I knew Todd would be coming back out any second. I pulled my cock out of his girl's cummy snatch, and started to pull my pants back up. I glanced down at Sam, and she had a satisfied look on her face. I guess she wasn't mad at me for shooting my boys inside her after all. But her neck was still bright red from where I'd wrapped my hands around her throat. Fuck, how would Todd not see that?? Sam put some clothes on and sat down on the couch just as Todd came out of the bathroom, wearing just a towel. "All my clothes are out here," he said, crossing in front of the TV to get to the chest of drawers, and dropping his towel to get dressed right next to me. What was the deal with these two? I didn't care, just as long as Todd didn't notice the smell of sex in the air.

Is there an age limit that I must adhere to when posting a story? I was very young when I had my first tase of cock. I was wondering If I can tell my story about when I started to be a cumslut. I was not of legal age.

Always love your writing. Can't wait for the next chapter.

Love it Your description of Will's dick had me salivating...

So happy you are posting more of your deliciously hot as fuck fiction. Sending you buckets of gratitude ?

Love it so far

Once you make up your mind to do it go and do it. Good Sauna or Darkroom; poppers; ass up; and the rest of your life will begin. Good luck.

Would love to meet you. Rainbow is a sleazy dark bathhouse. I am a pig when there.

Edit: I forgot to mention, in line with sleazy play, I love venues that have dark rooms, blackout period, group rooms, and or mazes. I hope you understand the ideal type of place I'm looking for. Alternatively, I would be willing to set up some type of fun dark room activity at my hotel, once I figure out how easy it is to get in and out of the room without disturbing the lobby or staff.

Use my tight ass - m4m (Dover) body: curvy height: 6'0" (182cm) Weight: 150 lbs age: 45 Looking for a host to fuck my tight ass, lube me up and shoot your load deep inside Must be a dom and take control make me do as told no matter how much I ask you to stop. I want someone to make me suck them until they are rock hard then bend me over spit on my hole and pile drive my tight hole. I love the way it feels when a cock explodes balls deep in my well used hole. Make me ask and beg for every drop of your cum. Also into a water sports. I have always wanted to try it but never get anyone to do it with me so I have to piss on my self if you want to piss on me HMU. I love this town I am working in. so many eager bottoms willing to take a massive load. This little bitch got a nice toxic load pumped deep in his hole. Then I just ground my cock around messaging it in until I flooded his guts with my hot piss. Once that was deposited I got rock hard again and fucked him until he blew his load on the bed. after I came I made him lick his own cum up and suck my cock dry before pissing over his face and chest. Enjoy the Gift Bitch and see you Thursday afternoon for another round.

I've fingered it out of a bottom bud of mine, too. Stimulating his prostate, he thought he was gonna pee and wanted me to stop... I kept going, aggressively stroking his prostate and he came all over himself. Was shocked it happened.

Yeah for me there is a huge link between getting fucked bareback and exhibitionism - I love other guys to see me taking loads One thing I will do if newly-arrived in a sauna/bath-house is to get fucked bb in a public area, and be really vocal about it - fuck yeah! cum in me! yeah raw fuck me, man! etc etc - so that if I'm there for the night, then this early performance pretty much ensures everyone watching knows what i'm about. It's usually a successful method!

i love the word sperm as a verb!!

Well this was totallly unexpected. Been working from home, had BBRT on in the background. got an oink, but was in the middle of something so ignored it, yea i know, what a douche! Anyway finaly get to it, mid 30s black guy on the south side of Chicago, him and his friend are playing video games and need their cocks sucking. Always a good chance you can get a cock in your ass once its hard in your mouth Anyway get there, its a nasty dirty smoky apartment, the guy had buzzd me in the building and txtd me the number and told me to come in just push the door closed , strip and they were in the second room. the door is open, i hear them playing video games, i strip leave my clothes by the front door and sure enough they are on a couch in front of a tv playing a bball game. one of them says get over here and suck my dick bitch, so i go over kneel down in front of the couch pull his dick out of his shorts and go to town. They both just keep playing, seem more interested in the game than me. The one guy is txting, and about 5 mins latter i hear another guy come in the room. They talk, i find it really hard to understand south side black accent so not sure what exact conversation was, but i did get the jist that he asked if this was the bitch and had they fucked me already. the guy i wasnt sucking said no they hadnt and he wanted $20. A $20 fell on the couch and he said get over here bitch. The guy i was sucking pulled my head up by my hair and i saw the other guy stood behind the couch. i got up and walked around as he undid his pants and stepped out of them. He was mid 40s big uncut cock. Its in the 90s here today and they were all a bit ripe and this guys cock was no exception! i sucked him hard and he started fucking my face and i started gagging, lol tears running down my face. he pulled me up and bent me over the couch between the two guys still playing video games. They were laughing and telling him to fuck the bitch some place else. He told them to shut up and forced his finger in my ass. I had put some lube up in me before i left just to be prepared. He said to the other you already fucked this bitch, they said no and then he asked me, i told him it was just lube. He worked my ass with his fingers a bit them i felt his cock at my hole and he pushed straight in. He was big and it hurt. He started slow but deep long strokes, and then just got faster and faster, The other guys were laughing and yelling he was moving the couch, he was long and it hurt when he bottomed out and my feet were off the floor trying to make it harder for him to bottom out. i could feel his sweat dripping on my back and he eventually dumped his load in my ass. i just stayed bent over the back of the couch. He pulled his pants up and spoke to the other two and he left. The guy i had been sucking came round the back and said he needed my ass all whipped up and started fucking me The other guy i hadnt touched yet started talking on his phone, and i heard him say, its open. 5 mins or so latter i hear two more voices and then they are in the room watching me get fucked over the back of this couch, then they agree on $10 and the guy stops fucking me and pushes me back down on my knees and puts his cock in my mouth. The other two gys both get closer, pull the front of their shorts down and i start going from cock to cock. They all get hard then its back over the couch and not sure who starts but i am getting fucked again. One guy cums pretty quick, but the other two are swapping and taking longer. Then the guy who has been on the phone is kneeling on the couch and he is hard and i am sucking him. He is making me gag and choke and the other two are going at it pretty hard, and then one cums and it slows down for a minute while he drains every last drop in my ass, then the other guy is back in me fucking fast again, so i am being pushed down on the other guys cock in my mouth and gagging again. He starts holding my head tighter so i know he is about to cum and he blows a load down my throat which i am choking on and coughing. He steps away and the last guy is absolutely pounding my ass and he finally blows his load. The guy who i had swallowed said "aight we done" and they just went back to the game with the other 2 and i walked back to the door put on my shorts and tshirt and left. It took about 45 mins all together and i am still full of cum, i stink of it, and i have a big round butt plug in me.

Thank goodness for patient tops! This guy hard a cock as big around as my forearm! He left another huge load!

haven't feltched my cum out of his ass yet, but now regularly alternate fucking with rimming...which he really loves

Yeah, for those of us who were so used to the "gay lifestyle" pre-aids, the desire to continue no matter what was strong. In the mid west, it really was less of an issue for a few years (only those NYC or SanFran queers were dying right???). No doubt, I became more careful and some of the really wild shit slowed down as the limited venues available in those more closeted and conflicted days closed. But, fuck on we did. Kind of weird in some ways that some of us ended up as chasers....and like me got knocked up on purpose despite living through those years. I am sure that others, like me, lost friends and maybe had a few scares...it was a difficult time. But, our desire to continue enjoying a very satisfying and authentic queer life was just as compelling as the virus was terrifying in those days.

Sorry for the delay...I was too stoned and fell asleep early last night lol. Part 4 I was startled awake by a firm slap on the balls. As instinctively tried to curl up in pain I was jerked back down. As I'm slowly coming back to reality, I realize that while I was unconscious Daddy had moved me to the bad and secured my arms and legs to the posts. I look down at my body and see he's also put a chain harness on my chest. At that, I quickly realize he has me fully hooded, with the same noose fit snugly around my neck, and it's making my nips tingle feeling so restricted and vulnerable. Daddy is standing at the end of the bed smiling with a pair of hand cuffs in one hand and a large marker in the other. He says it's time to mark me as his...im thinking shit what's he going to do with that marker and I hope it's not permanent. I'm starting to panic a bit at that thought. Daddy climbs on to the bed between my legs and reaches up for the tray to give me another bump. I can honestly say I've never been this high or felt less in control in my entire life, and what scared me was that I actually felt really good about it. I was happy and terrified at the same time, but my cock being rock hard told me that it must be a good thing. Daddy looked down and said I can see the fear in your eyes faggot. Good. You should be scared. This is your first lesson in how to let go and let all the evil, filth, and pain fill you with a sense of purpose, and give you the sexual power and freedom a faggot deserves. Just let go, give in and submit to the will of Sarah Palin. He will provide all you need and you will finally be happy. Now being raised catholic and gone to catholic school my entire life, this seemed the antithesis of everything I knew. But in that moment, rock hard, high beyond reason, with my thoughts gone slack, and my mind letting all the pent up perversion I've kept buried since I was a young boy flow and wash over me like the flame heating the pipe that was now at my lips, I decided it was time for me to finally own up to who I really am. So I did. I said Daddy, I love you and I love Sarah Palin. Hail Sarah Palin. I renounce god and want Sarah Palin to guide me to do everything I can to use my body to pleasure others. And the really messed up part is that I knew I actually meant it, I wasn't just role playing or doing it to make Daddy happy, I was doing it for me. Just saying those words out loud and having Daddy acknowledge them was the most freeing experience of my entire life. I've never felt such a sense of true purpose but I knew things were going to change drastically in my life from here on out.

Part 2 So here I stand, naked and so high my pussy is throbbing and dripping wet. I realize that I'm beyond fucked up (which is awesome) so I had to lay down on the bed because my balance was off and my vision was blurry. Daddy then grabs me, pulls me off the bed, and starts to slap me around and tell me what a little light weight bitch I was. He proceeds to turn me around, forces me onto the bed, spreads my legs, and begins to shove booty bump after booty bump into my aching hole. I can feel my pussy getting hot and it's now dripping down my leg. At this point, I'm not in control. I feel so good, so electric, but started getting tunnel vision and I'm writhing on the bed. By this point I've realized I just need to go with it and be a complete whore and give up all control to Daddy because he knows best. So I reach over grab the plate and do another line....ooohhh yeah. Daddy then begins the process of gearing up in his leather, chest harness, arm bands, etc, but the best part was that he pulls on a filthy, yellow stained jock. I sit up as best I can and lean over and push my face into the pouch. I can't even begin to describe how wonderful it smelled, it was a mixture of old strong chem piss, dirty cock, and his normal manly musk, all concentrated in a single place and my face was buried it it. I couldn't have been happier, until he pulls out his hard cock and drops a line right on it. I realize holy shit...he owns me, I have no control here. I snort the line off his cock and then stick his dick in my mouth to clean Daddy's fuck stick off, taking it all the way to the base, with my tongue resting under his balls, gently licking them, all the while keeping our eyes locked. I'm so fuzzy right now...I'm scared, exhilarated, confused, but then Daddy took control and made me feel better. That only lasted a minute. He starts to slap my face again hard, spits on me and tells me I'm not yet worthy to be in his Master's presence. Here is where the real fun begins.

A guy I fucked 3 weeks ago has been very sick this week. I think I might be a new daddy!

You can have my parts Faggot ... got a massive thing about golden brown and dusky black skin tones. Love to sow my seeds in those fields!

Fully charged riddled AIDS gifter spun and looking for a neg in london to poz right the fuck up... spun as fuck so needs to be in taxi range of SE1

I have stopped using condoms and want nothing more that to bb for the rest of my life, BUT I would most definitely let someone fuck me with this one on! http://leatherpost.com/store/toys-and-tools/cock-and-ball-toys/cruel-condom.html

Been with my partner for 16 years, been cheating on him since day one! I am a slut, a pig, and I can't be limited to one guy. After 16 years, the sex has all but stopped, so I'm out taking loads from anonymous guys all week long! I never use protection and if I catch something, oh well. Don't matter!

I was at 442 last Monday and had an incredible time. I have been there several times in the past and never left disappointed. The men are there to fuck. There is a darkroom that is constantly busy and the layout with fuck benches and slings throughout the club are conducive to extreme fucking. I am a top and easily plowed 15 hot asses last Monday. Good group of men who don't just walk around. They want to fuck or get fucked.

From everything I have read and been told it is safe. Many say it is safer then getting it from a lot of neg, guys. Many don`t get tested very often and could be poz and not know it. I`d say if you really want him to seed you, do it I certainly would.

On January 1st I was invited to what the host boasted as the hottest sex party ever, but there were some rules: 1. Guys and girls had been invited, and the invitees included singles, married couples, bi-sexuals, gays; 2. All fucking is bareback. No condoms allowed, and if asked, one needed to be honest about one's status; 3. Bottoms were to expect numerous guys to cum inside of them, and if one was a woman, she should expect a number of men to cum inside her - so everyone needed to be prepared; 4.All ages and races welcome. Check attitude at the door. I arrived at the party about 1:00 P.M. It was held in a town house in Virginia Beach. There was a nice reception room were I was instructed to strip naked. In the next room was a bar and refreshment area. The action was upstairs in the five bedrooms, each of which contained nothing but a mattress on the floor. I went into a room that contained almost exclusively men. I sucked a middle age dick then lay on my stomach, as there were far more tops than bottoms. In a few minutes an Indian guy climbed on top. He pounded me until he came. He was followed by a Latin guy who looked 16 but since identification had been checked at the front door, I knew he was legal. He said he was there with his girl friend who was being fucked in another room. He came a huge load deep in my ass. Within about two hours I had taken six loads in my ass. Then I took a break and went downstairs.. I was drinking a beer when a hot mid thirties couple approached me. They said I should join them in the mixed room. I went with they and in the room was well over 20 couples and a few singles. A female started sucking my dick. Then a guy went behind me and slipped his dick in my well-lubed hole. In a few minutes he moaned as he came. This all the time my dick was in the woman's mouth. The best encounter was when a young Latina approached me, saying her boyfriend had fucked her earlier, and now she wanted me to fuck her. She started by blowing me. I almost came. She stopped, lay down and spread her legs. I slipped in her and she must have a lot of cum in her already as it was sloppy. I had just started to fuck her when the Latino who had fucked me earlier appeared. It turned-out he was the Latina's boyfriend. He climbed on top of me and fucked me again. As I shot my load in her cunt he came again in my ass. I stayed until 2:00 A.M. In the 13 hours I was there twelve guys fucked me and came inside my ass. I had also sucked a large number of dicks, and had fucked two women and cum in each woman's pussy. Needless to say the $50.00 entrance fee was well worth it. Oh yeah, the Latin couple took my cell number. Let's see what happens

I've been a many Atlantis cruises and have taken many loads in my stateroom, the steam room, various bathrooms, and of course the dick deck. Always lots of guys looking to unload in your hole. I'm really looking forward to my next Atlantis cruise in February 2015.

I led my kid to the bedroom and kissed him “I have to go help Duke, you did good today boy”, Bobby looked at me smiling broadly “I did Daddy?”, I grinned “oh course you did son, you got Ryan here for Duke”, even though the boy was smiling he looked a bit sheepish “yes I did Daddy”, I laughed as I gave bobby some juice to drink “yes you did little lad you brought your friend to be a good boy just like you”, the chems in the juice worked quickly and he literally went out like a light. I tucked my boy into bed knowing I could leave him to sleep as I stripped and went to join Duke. As I walked across to Dukes room I could hear a series of loud thwacks and muffled whimpers, upon entering the room I was greeted with the sight of Ryan on the bed, ball gagged, hands cuffed behind his knees and his arse raised high as Duke was spanking his big butt bright red, Duke paused when he saw me enter the room, dipped his finger into the pot of tina laced lube and fingered it roughly into the boys hole “oh yes chicky you love it”, I looked at the kids face, tears and snot smeared all over it but his eyes did say it all, he loved it. “giving him more already eh?”, Duke grinned wildly “yeah only a little so far, chicky said he wanted to try it”, I laughed “nice!” as I grabbed the kids hair pulling his face up and slapped my cock on it adding my precum to the mess already there “so the boy’s an eager whore?”, Duke removed his fingers from the kids hole showing me the mucus dripping off them “fuck yeah he anal orgasmed as soon as I shoved my finger in his cunt!”, I grunted as I pushed my finger into the ginger boys eager twat enjoying the tight but sloppy wet hole, I exhaled “beautiful he’ll be loving dick in him then”. Duke climbed off the bed and opened his goody bag “yeah and he will be getting plenty, once Carlos gets him”, I raised my eyebrows “so the kids going to be a whore?”, as Duke prepared the slam’s he laughed “yeah the boy wants it”, now that did take me by surprise and I pulled the gag out of gingers mouth “that right boy? You wanna be a whore?” the kid blinked as spit dribbled out of the corner of his mouth “fuck yeah Sir!” A few minutes later Duke and I stood enjoying the rush of our slams as ginger knelt on the floors doing his best to suck both of us, Duke sighed “fuck the kid is definitely a cockhound!” I grinned laughing "yeah and he ain't been slammed yet!"

As I sucked on Bobby’s dick and massaged his balls I heard the lighter click and Duke snigger “that’s it boy, inhale it in deep, good boy” I pulled my mouth off Bobby's teen boy cock as Dukes climbed onto the sofa and I grinned watching as Duke started licking and slurping at the lads neck as he kneaded Bobby’s big pecs his deep voice soothing the boy, “mmmm chicky you taste like sweet honey” before plunging his tongue deep into the boys mouth, in the meantime I started to tug at the waistband of the kids bikini, in fact I chuckled “atta boy” as he raised his hips so I could pull them off easily threw them into corner. I was enjoying feeling Bobby’s cock and balls, in fact I was enjoying every inch of his boy body while he just leaned back enjoying the attention in his tweaked little mind, I looked up as Duke pulled his mouth away leaving a trail of spit that dribbled down onto the lads big cushion pecs and grinned as the kids glazed eyes bulged as Duke pulled off his swimsuit and showed his fat ebony cock to the boy, Duke bucked his hips making his cock swing and bob with a clear glob on precum forming at his piss slit, he stood closer and Bobby licked his lips “like that black meat chicky?” bobby exhaled a deep breath, nodded reaching up to take it in his hand but Duke backed away sitting down in an armchair with his legs spread idly playing with his cock grinning “well it ain’t gonna suck itself chicky, c’mon” I rubbed the kids back “go on son, you know you want to” and smirked as bobby crawled off the sofa and went on his hands and knees over to Duke, my own dick twitched dribbled precum as I watched the lads melon like muscle arse cheeks bob invitingly as he crawled over to Duke, the fact that his tan lines made a perfect little white triangle on his butt just made it look all the more sexy to me, and I thought to myself ‘great target’. Bobby stayed on his knees, grabbing Dukes dick with his hand and leaned forward taking Duke’s dick into his mouth, Duke placed his big hand on Bobby’s head pushing the kids mouth further onto his dick ”that’s it white boy you suck that black daddy dick”. As Bobby moaned as he slurped and sucked on Dukes big knob I stood up shucking my shorts releasing my thick veiny dick and picked up the goody bag, I walked over and winked at Duke as I got down behind the kid dropping the bag and pulling his arse cheeks apart, Bobby groaned and moved to look over his shoulder making Duke sneer “you just keep fucking sucking that cock boy”. I could not help but sigh “beautiful!” as I gazed down on the kids hairless sweet little pink fuckhole, it looks so perfectly innocent, Duke smirked “nice?”, I broadly grinned “fucking lovely my friend”, I ran my finger over the kids pussy hole and was delighted to see it pucker in response, I spat on it and bobby squirmed and groaned and spread his knees as I slid my index finger in the his hot little hole and chuckled “it seems our new pig boy likes his pussy being played with!”, Dukes sneered “fuck yeah” and then pulling the lads mouth of his dick “that right boy, you like things up your shitter”, Bobby moaned “Yes Sir!” before plunging his mouth back onto Dukes dick as I fingered his sweet little cunt. I pulled my finger out of the kids clit and delighted in seeing it pucker and pulse as the boy moaned exasperated that his hole was now empty, I ran my hand over his lovely bubble butt “don’t worry boy you won’t be empty for long” and I opened our goody bag pulling out the Tina enriched jar of lube, I dipped my finger into it getting a nice big scoop of it on my finger before gently applying it only his hole and pushing it inside, digging in deep before removing my finger and picking a nice sized lump of Tina from the goody bag and winking at Duke who place both hands on Bobby's head ready to hold fast. I placed my hand on the small of the boys back and pushed the lump into the boy’s cunt with the other. We held Bobby firm as he bucked and writhed at the lump fizzed and dissolved in his hole, the burn really hit the kid hard, he started sweating profusely and flushed bright red, gagging on Dukes dick, I could feel the boys anal muscles clench and spasm as they tried to expel the Tina, but I kept my finger firmly up the boy butt as the chems were absorbed sneering sternly “stay fucking still slut!”. After a little while the kids breathing started to settle down, and I could feel his pussy relaxing round my finger so I pushed another one in along side making the boy moan and wiggle his butt as I gently finger fucked him and he started to slurp and suck on Dukes fat dick as Duke laughed “fuck yeah pig boy bobby”

you do know how to spin a hot yarn cub. looking forward to the next installment.

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