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***NOTE This is not my story but one I found in my old archives*** ***NOTE this is not my story, but an old breeding story I found in my Archives*** I usually go to the gym around 9 a.m., not too early to catch all the Professionals that workout before they go to work, nor too late to catch The lazy crowd, which means there are always very few people around when I’m At the gym, a couple of old guys with nothing else to do, the occasional fat guy, and a couple of younger teens, specifically the ones who seem a bit shy and intimated by all the muscle, These are my prey, these are the boys I am out to Poz. One in particular caught my eye. He usually came with a friend and they follow the same routine around the machines, but while his friend was completely focused on the workout, he would occasionally glimpse around and it was pretty easy to see what he was looking at. He was kinda of a boy next-door type, maybe 18 or so. short dark blonde hair, a bit of fuzz on his chin, medium build. His face said good boy, but his smile screamed that there was a naughty boy begging to be let out. At the beginning I wasn't that much interested. Sure I like hot guys, but today I was more focused on the gym. When I’m there I put my headphones and pretty much try to forget what's around me. But the glimpses from that kid awoke my interest and then I started to glimpse to. Ok, so I didn't know if he was looking because he was interested of just because, as is common in a gym, you kinda look for the guy with the better body to see what he is doing. And usually I was that guy. I’m 28, pretty young myself as far as many guys go, But I have the build and look of someone older. At just 6ft I tend t tower over most guys, which adds to my own sense of confidence and natural dominance. That, and being ripped from working at the gym five days a week tends to turn the eye. I'm a pretty good view, especially for a young guy who's just starting to grow his muscles like the kid. So much looking was starting to get my juices to flow and I started to put on a show for this kid. He wanted to see muscles, I was going to indulge him I was still doing my routine but was doing my movements slower and more exaggerated, and then checking myself out at the mirrors and pulling my shirt up often to check my biceps and my abs. I could see by the corner of my eyes that the guy was looking more and more. I had to wonder if the kid still thought I hadn’t noticed him, I always made sure not to make eye contact yet, but I could feel his eyes on me often. It’s nice to have a guy fawn over you, but he had got my cock going and I'm not a very patient guy. I decided to make my move to see if was getting something from here, or else it would be better to focused on the workout and not lose time with horny kids. I got my chance when he finally left his friend on a machine and started to put weights in a bar and lied on the bench to start pressing. Seeing that he was pressing to much weight for his size (which is quite usual with cocky young guys) I went there and asked him, while he was still pressing, if he needed me to spot him. Of course he said he was ok, but I just needed to get the conversation started. "You got a nice body for a young guy. How old are you?" I asked him, while staring right into his eyes. "I'm eighteen." He said looking right back. "And I guess it's ok, I just started to workout a couple of months ago." He said back to me, returning the gaze into my eyes, such a mistake. Kids like him really don’t understand the power someone like me can have over them with a good powerful gaze. "Let me see your biceps" He got up and pulled his sleeves back to show me his arms and I touched muscles. My hand just stay there pressing and caressing without being to obvious for the other people in the gym. He just smiled. "Nice. Now let me see your abs." He pulled is shirt up, I’ll say this, the kid wasn’t nearly as ripped as me but his body was hot. The chest was hairy and nearly smooth except for a trail of fuzz leading down his shorts. I got my hand on his belly and slowly moved downwards along his treasure trail and then, after looking around to make sure no one was looking, I just grab his cock through his shorts. The look of surprise in his eyes got me even more turned on This muscles is growing nicely to" And squeezed harder, when he made no attempt to pull away, I knew I had him, I was going to breed this kid and make him beg for it. "You wanna get fucked, don’t you kid? Ditch you friend and follow me, Boy. Daddy needs that hole." He was still hesitant, but only superficially. "I don't know, I, have to grab some stuff" I smiled; I knew I had him; I could wait a little bit more. "Well, I’m ready now, but I’ll wait for you for about 15 minutes. I'll wait for you in my car in front of the gym for 15 minutes, and then I’m gone. If you show up, its your choice Boy, Oh and don't shower." I let go of his cock, which by now was rock hard, and started to walk out. Out of the corner of my eye I could see him go to meet his friend and seem to let him know he was going. I grinned; this kid’s neg ass was going to be mine. On those 15 minutes I could see the kid looking at me again and again, this time with a look full of lust but also uncertainty. It probably wasn’t the first time a guy touched him, but it defiantly seemed that no one had ever been this forward about it, more importantly it was obvious he wanted more. A couple of minutes later I was seated in my car waiting for the kid to show up. I thought back to my grip on his cock, the look of shock and, yes, fear in his eyes, I fed off that, such a turn on. As time ticked by I lost sight of him and checked the time. I was sure he would not fail me expectation. When I was starting to think I was loosing my time with this kid, I see his friend leaving the gym, all by himself, which made me wait a few more minutes. Maybe he was just waiting for his friend to go away so he wouldn't be seen with me. Wouldn’t be the first time that happened A few minutes later I saw him leaving the gym and walking to my car. I could see he was nervous but also excited. My cock surged in my shorts; already I could see this kid impaled on my raw cock. He entered my car, sat down and smiled. Time to change the rules of the game now. "Hi. So what's your name kid?" "Billy, I mean William." I smiled a little. It's always funny seeing young guys trying to measure up, to seem more mature then they are. But I also knew what younger guys look for in older stronger men. They look for a dominant man and I was going to give him exactly that. “Well William, as of now your name is “Boy” if you are very, very lucky, I may call you ‘good boy’” I said as I locked the car. I could see the change in his expression; it was the looks of excitement clashing with uncertainty. “And my name is Daddy, or Sir. That is all you need to know Boy.” I said and pulled out I started driving to my place and the kid was just looking around nervous, uncertain, and damned horny. Each time he reached to grab his cock I gave him a firm slap. “Save it for when we get back Boy.” “Y-Yes Sir!” he said quickly. How soon they learn. It was a good 10min till my place so I decided to find a bit more about my new plaything. "So you ever been fucked before Boy?" I said casually, making sure that before he could answer I put my hand on his leg. "You gonna love my cock inside you Boy, everyone does." He just smiles nervously. Such a hot smile. I pulled to my driveway and we got out of the car. I felt his ass trough the shorts with one hand and open the door with the other hand. I could see he was getting more and more excited. His cock was visibly tenant and, yes, leaking precum enough to make a wetspot. The kid continues to impress me. We entered the house and the instant the door shut and was locked I was on him. My hand when inside his shorts to check his hole straight away. It was surprisingly smoothed, puckered and really tight, as I liked. This gonna be a helluva fuck, I thought, I knew his hole would never be the same by the time I finished breeding him He made to move away from me but I just held him in the steel grip of my other arm as I continued to finger his hole. I could just drop the kid's shorts right now and fuck him right then and there. It would satisfy the primal hunger inside me, but I wanted more, I wanted to break this kid, to make him into a true slut in his very first fuck. He is squirming more now and I decide to settle him down a bit. While I’m still opening his hole with one hand, I grab his head with the other and shove my tongue down his throat. He was a good kisser for a kid, and as I turned him around to face me I figured I would turn him up even more and let his hands go. His hand were everywhere, feeling my muscular sweat slick body and trying to to pull my clothes off. I oblige and pull my sweat soaked shirt so he can admire my body. I can see the lust in his eyes as he sees my chest, ripped, hard as steel, and covered in a short soft fuzz. I'm sure the real thing was better than he had imagined as he takes in my body. The whole time I had wondered just how much of my sweat he would put up with. Im,’ a clean guy, but I have no love for chemicals or fake scents. I am a real man, and I smell like one. After a morning at the gym my body is covered in sweat and stinking of my Musk. I wait to see if he hesitates and instead he goes straight to my nipples and sucks and bites both of them with such energy, you my think he wanted to be breastfed by me. “Fuck, good boy” I say, and I hear him Moan.. That’s it, I tell myself, your want to hear me say that don’t you? He then, moves between my huge tits for a whiule before moving to my immense Bicep. He starts to actively lick the sweat along my tensing muscles and then the kids surprises me yet again as he lifts my arm up and goes after my rank armpit. Fuck, this kid did everything right, i didn't even have to guide him. My cock surges, I may have just found a natural Fuckpig, time to push things a bit more. “You like that sweat boy? You like the stink of a REAL man? Do you?” I say and begin to lower my arm. I can hear him groan a muffled ‘Yef Fir’ as he sucks the sweat from my pit, sucking the wet hair of my underarm. “Good Boy! Keep it up and make Daddy proud” I saw, and lower my arm and squeeze. His word goes dark as I cut off air from him, his face and nose is trapped in my under arm, feeding him my Man funk, getting his lungs nice and full of my musk. God its such a Power trip, I can feel him squirm as his air supply goes thin. I keep him smothered in my pit right up to the point he’ll pass out and yank him free. “Did you like that Boy?” I bark at him, his face soaked in my sweat as I watch him gasp like a fish. “Yes Sir” he says breathlessly. I smile and Spit in his face. “Then go for more Boy!” And stuff him into my other Pit, just as rank as the first. Again I feel him suck and lick, drinking my sweat. His head must be so lightheaded for now. As nice as it is ridding the power of a boy sucking pits, I had another purpose to all this. Breathing nothing but sweat for 10min solid leaves a guy light headed and weak, perfect for what I had planned when I take his hole. Finally when I felt he was about to pass out again, I pulled him free and at the same time I forced him to his knees and dropped my shorts revealing my 8" uncut cock, fat as a beer can. I’m really proud of more foreskin, it traps a mans purest funk and stink inside, I was going to love this. I yanked back his hair to make him open up for my cock. “Suck it boy, your spit is all the Lube you get,” I said as he all willingly went after my cock. Trying to get it all to his throat as only a virgin tries to do, and consequently choking on the meat. I love that sound of choking; I took it out to let him breath and shove it a second time. This time he knew better and didn't try to swallow my cock but instead start sucking it and drinking the precum that was oozing from under my heavy foreskin. He wasn’t bad as he sucked my huge cock, he didn’t even seem to mid the waxy Smegma under the foreskin as he slobbered and left it a spit covered mess. I soon got into a rhythm fucking his face for a few minutes, but what I wanted was his ass, and it was way pass time to show this boy what he was to me. Yanking my cock out I slapped his face a few times, laughing as I watched the smears of precum splatter across his lips. “Enough foreplay Boy, time to get fucked.” I said as I picked him up and took him to my bedroom, throwing him on the bed. "Get in all fours and raise your ass kid,” I shouted. His look now was a mix of horniness and immense fear. He was finally realizing he was going to get fucked by a man. Whatever he chooses to do the rest of his life, he could never erase the fact he would be fucked like a bitch. But like all young guys, whatever his head was thinking was completely blackout by what his hard cock was thinking. And his hard cock was begging for a hard fat cock to enter is ass and fuck him silly. So he got on the bed and raised his ass for me, showing me his pink tight hole. As I watched it wink, I had to wonder if he had any Idea just what I had planned for him, if he realized his life would be forever changed by what I would do to him. "Spread your cheeks with your hands" I shouted as I leaned in and licked his ass. Nice, smooth, and tasting of his own sweat. He obeyed by lowering his face to the bed and spreading those cheeks with his hands. His hole was still closed, even with his hands spreading his cheeks, but that's what you get with virgins, nice tight holes that haven't learn how to wink. I usually would just fuck away and open his hole with the sheer force of my hard cock. But I had specifically told him not to shower after the workout so I could have something to savor before I fuck him. I got on my knees on the bed and just licked his ass from top to bottom taking all the taste, sweat, ass, shit, all mix into the best taste there is. Virgin Ass The kid started to moan like a bitch. I started nibbling on his hole to force it to open and then shoving my tongue inside the ring. Fuck I could eat a kid's sweaty ass everyday for the rest of my life and I would be happy. I shove one finger inside him just making him moan more. He was not totally open but I didn't want to open him with my finger. I wanted him to feel some pain when my cock entered and tore into him wanted him to feel it totally, the pain and the pleasure, to feel and know I was taking his cherry, his virginity, his innocence. My poz cock throbbed and drooled, knowing it was getting close to its Prey. “Are you going to put a condom on?” He said. The question actually surprised me enough I lost my focus for a moment. This kid was asking me this now? On his heads and knees, ass dripping my spit, my cock throbbing against his hole, he was asking now? I frowned inside, obviously this kid was not the natural born FuckPig I had him pegged as, I needed to change that, and I knew I was going to. “Just relax boy, don’t think about it, you are here to get fucked Boy, that’s it.” I said and pressed my oozing Death Stick toward his hole, letting the foreskin slide around a it. I reached down and pulled on a nipple, making him moan and tremble, that got him. “Ok s-sir, just, don’t cum inside me” he said and I had to bite my lip not to laugh. I wasn’t going to even think of answering that, I was going to break this pig and he was going to beg for it. I spat on my cock some more and leaned in for the kill. I was going to fuck him raw so I could breed him, as I was his first. I always like to mark my territory like animals do. I was going to breed this kid so he would have my seed in him forever, something to remember the day he gave his ass like a bitch for the first, but not the last time I positioned my cock next to his hole, and grabbing his waist. “This is it boy, today you become a Fuckpig.” I said and shoved it inside with all my strength. The kid shouted in pain that echoed the room as he felt the destruction of his cherry. He bucked and tried to pull away from me but it was far too late now. I was almost all the way in and he was going to get fucked. I started to move my hard cock in and out slowly so he could recover, but I knew he still felt some pain. Still, I guess that’s what you get when you agree to get fucked like a bitch. You can’t feel sorry for pigs like this, you have to show them their place in the world, what they exist for. I'm sure the kid wouldn't want it any other way and he should have. It was like branding a café, it hurt for a while, and the mark would be with them forever. But after it, they would belong to you. He never told me to stop, even when it was apparent that it was painful, which makes me think he is going to be a bitch for the rest of his life. “There’s a good fuckpig! Your ass is mine now, your hole is mine! This what you wanted from the very begging isn’t it! “Yes Sir!” I watched his face clench in pain, I knew his hole must be ripping a bit, but I didn’t care. This was about my pleasure not his. His purpose was for me to break and breed. Another hole to get charged by my toxic poz load. I started to pick up the pace and he started to moan louder. I knew he was slowly passing into the point where pain became pleasure, that brutalizing his ass was just what he wanted now. He didn't have to tell me, I knew he wanted harder and a started to fuck like there was no tomorrow, in a way for him, there wasn’t going to be. I grabbed his shoulder and forced my poz cock deeper inside of him. There was a loud banging sound as my crotch and balls hilted his ass. This kid was going to miss the gym for a week at least. I don't know how he was going to sit at all for a few days but I really didn’t care. His ass is going to be in a bad shape, but that's what you get for being a bitch boy. I fuck him harder and harder as I sense my cum building. I feel so horny but at the same time I feel so happy for the kid. After today he is going to have my cum inside him, the cum of a Real man inside his ass forever. Already I can feel my Hot swimmers begging to bore into his ass. Gonna be full of real man juice up his bowels, and I guess that’s the dream of any good bitch. He was probably fantasizing about that back at the gym when he was looking around. Probably searching for the right man to fill that tight pussy. As My balls boil I wonder if the kid has any idea just what sort of Man he has decided to breed him. I want this to last but I know I am getting close to nutting him. “This is it FuckPig! In a few moments I’m going to breed that ass of yours! Going to fire my hot raw seed right into your ass and knock you up. Is that what you want?” The kid just moans. “What was that Slut? I didn’t hear you!” “I want it!” “What do you want slut? I say, Slam fucking into him with each word” “Want want your cum inside me!” “Beg me for it! Beg for my seed!” “Please Sir! Please Breed ME!” he says, sobbing and moaning. I laugh, time to Poz him up. “That’s it! Take my Bare load! Take my POZ Bare Load!” I push the deepest I can and fell my cock explode with an orgasm that rocks my body. I unload a torrent of hot tick juice inside of him, my balls pumping out their charge seed as I hold him tight. I dig into him as I keep cumming, my poz seed blasting his wrecked hole so much that it completely fills his ass and bowels. I watch some of the slime ooze out, as I stay rooted deep inside him. Already I can feel my Swimmers boring into him, doing their part to seed this boy. I gently almost lovingly lick his body now as my load does its work. “There’s a good boy, feel my cum in you now. It’s going to be inside you forever. A part of me is always going to be in you boy, your balls and cum will never e the same” I say as I hold him tight against me. I am surprised to hear him sobbing gently. For a moment I wonder if he realizes what I have done to him. I'm spent so I just get off him. I guess he came somewhere during the fuck because they’re cum all over the sheets. I don't care; he's just a bitch boy. If I want to give pleasure to someone I’ll get a girlfriend or a boyfriend. This kid is just a cum dump, a masturbatory tool, it's fine as long as I cum. Anyway he seems to have love it. He lies in the bed breathing heavily, hole still open and shining, some juices flowing out. I guess that the tight closed hole is gone forever. Next dude that fucks him can just shove his hard dick inside this kid without lube. I pick his clothes of the floor and throw them to the bed. "Hey kid, I have stuff to do, ok. See you at the gym". He looks at me kind surprise. What did he think, that I would cook lunch For him and we would watch Will and Grace reruns all afternoon while we Cuddle in the couch. He get up and starts to dress and walk to the door. I grab his ass while he's leaving, stick a finger inside his hole and kiss him for a couple of minutes. He smiles at me and leaves a bit happier. I guess that's better, after all I plant to dump another load inside that ass as soon as possible

1993 First thing to know about me is that I've never been anywhere or done anything. I grew up in a very isolated area, though the college I went to was in a somewhat urban place, I never ventured out much. I was also a paranoid driver: traffic scared me and I also had no real sense of direction, consequently I often found myself lost. I had to adjust quickly because I relocated to a big city after graduation. I had not yet found a job, but hoped to get hired by a local company. It was summer and I had nothing to do all day (or night). Ever since that last year of college, my sleep patterns were so screwed up that I didn't ever feel truly awake until after sunset. I watched a lot of TV and then I'd go driving around after 2 or 3 AM, which helped me in acquainting myself with the city in finding gas stations and grocery stores. That hour of the night was traffic-free, which meant I could study the street names and businesses, so over the days I built a small map of the city in my head. Around 3 or 4 in the morning, the city became a different place. Different people were starting their day...pushing metal racks of bread or fixing hydrants. And hookers and hustlers were out looking to make a buck. I didn't know much, but I knew that a half-dressed male or female just standing downtown were selling their bodies. I especially noticed the males, especially because it was hot, even at night, and not surprisingly most of the male hustlers were shirtless and in shorts. In addition, several of them were quite muscular. One guy really caught my eye. He was loitering around in front of what I assumed was an adult bookstore. His dark curly hair hung down to his shoulders....and his torso was fantastic, giving the impression he was advertising for some muscle supplement. Standing there in his tiny jean shorts, t-shirt rucked in his back pocket - well, I wanted him, but I found myself wondering what was a "customer" supposed to do? Did I park and walk to him..or honk? I had no idea. I just went home and thought about the night. In college, I had a gay friend. We spotted each other the very first day we moved into the dorm. No, we never hooked up -- we were not matches for each other. I was quiet and guarded while he was flamboyant and obvious. Tony. He was my source of gay sex information. H e went out with men and had anonymous sex in the park. I always wanted to put on extra clothes when he told me his adventures. We stayed friends because he liked weird foreign movies and obscure books. We were very different, but there was a bond between us. After graduation, I moved away while he stayed to shack up with some grad student he'd met. I phoned him regularly, and couldn't wait to ask him about male hookers. "Well, yeah. You're in the big city now. Don't get too fascinated with hustlers, Mike. You're too new to everything ... you're like a pre-teen now. I won't have you get mixed up with that world." "Why not?" "Ugghhh. You're infuriating! Why are you so curious? Is there a really hot guy working the streets that you want?" "No. Well, yeah. He's really gorgeous...and is in shape. Looks healthy to me." "You're smart enough to know that HIV is really good at hide and seek. I honestly want to strangle you right now. He might look like a GQ model, but that doesn't mean a damn thing. OK. I can tell you want to explore this. Just leave your wallet at home, don't take anything he offers you...like pills or a drink or anything smoke-able. And don't kiss him!" "What? Why can't I kiss him?" "Because there's a good chance he'll already have cum in his mouth! Along with every oral STD known to modern medicine." "Oh." "And they smell bad. Hell, this hot guy you are mesmerized by most likely has a drug habit and couldn't get a hard-on anyway." "But --- But how do you do the whole thing? Do you walk up to them or drive by or honk?" "Nope. Not telling you anything else. If you are dumb enough to try this, then I want no part in helping you." "Okay, okay. How's Arthur?" "Him? I've moved on. He sleeps with socks on and is losing his hair. I work at that vintage record store we always went to. The manager and I are dating now." "As long as you're happy, Tony." "Don't suddenly play nice, little boy. I'm very mad at you right now." "I know. I know. I'll call you later." "Whatever." (click) Dang. I'd always thought of Tony as frivolous and carefree when it came to sex, but he really seemed concerned that I stay safe. But he'd already felt and tasted dicks while I never had. I was a goddamn 22 year old virgin who was getting desperate. I at least wanted to try this. I at least wanted to stop being so alone. It was a Thursday night in early August, but not late enough yet. I wouldn't dare go out before 1 AM. How did you dress before picking up a sex worker? I decided on a pair of blue shorts and a Go-Go's concert T-shirt. Cologne? Maybe just a little. I had so much time to kill. I had a beer, but wondered if I should save this sixer in case I brought my hustler home. Nah. That wouldn't happen. I drank and watched some old VHS tapes. I could always get lost in a movie no matter what else was going on in the world. "Grease" was what I decided to put in. It's long and I love the songs. It was 1:45 before I realized. I'd consumed half the beers already. I guess it was now or never. Ever been so excited that one of your legs shakes uncontrollably? It used to happen to me before tests or when I was in trouble for something. I thought of Tony and felt guilty. But I drove to the sex street with the radio on at a low volume. Of course HE was there. Of course. I prayed he would be while also maybe hoping he wouldn't. He was at the usual spot near the xxx bookstore. Well, hell, I could just go in there and be a regular customer --- looking for titty magazines. If I happened to make eye contact with him, then so be it. Perfect. I parked n the street and waited for my leg to settle down. Then I was five feet away from this man. He was looking out toward the street, but glanced my way and smiled. He wasn't as cute close-up as I'd imagined. His bulge was still pretty big, though. "Looking for a date?" "Me? I...uh...I don't know. Just going to do some shopping. For now." "Enjoy. I'm Rick, by the way." He walked u and shook my hand. His teeth were kind of messed up and the skin on his hand was rough and crusty. He also wasn't wearing any shoes. He'd taken off his flip-flops and was just standing on the dirty sidewalk in his bare feet. Weird. He also had sores or scabs or something on his legs. I looked him over...and I guess I showed my cards. He knew what I was and what I wanted. "I'm Mike. Have a good evening," he smirked. Once inside, I was too overwhelmed with the bright light and weirdness that I barely remembered to kick myself for not talking to him more. The store was insane. Many, many rubber dongs in plastic wrap. And machines and devices I couldn't imagine how to use...or which gender used them. The magazine selection was massive, as was the movie selection. There were saloon doors leading to another room, where I guess the little video booths were. Not ready for that. It was all too much. I felt like I had to buy something. Toward the front there were packs of condoms. I purchased one of those with one of the twenties I'd put in my front pocket. The heavily-pierced cashier threw in a few free lube samples. Okay. I could go home and beat off with this stuff. It never would have occurred to me that 'Rick' would still be there. "Done already? Not a fan of the arcade, huh?" Arcade? Like video games? No. I figured out he meant the videos you payed a quarter to see. I already knew what those were. "No. Not my style." "Yeah. I guess you aren't. B ut you're definitely a Night Owl. I know I've seen your car around this time of night for a few weeks." "Oh...yeah.. I don't sleep much lately." "I got something that will give you sweet dreams." Shit! I couldn't just cut and run now. "I'd pay good money for sweet dreams. How much would the dreams cost?" "Not much. Twenty? You got a twenty?" "I do." "Excellent. It's a Thursday Special -- tonight only. There's a vacant lot right behind this building. Park right up here along eighth street and meet me there. There's some construction stuff right under a streetlight. I'll be waiting." I didn't know the exact time because I didn't have a watch on. It's a nice watch I got it as a graduation present...and I left it at home. I did however bring my wallet. Once I got in the car, though, I shoved it in the glove compartment. I was nervous down to my bone marrow and wished I'd had at least one more beer before leaving. I controlled myself enough to pull my car out and drive to where I was told. It got very yuppie and residential along this street. There was indeed a vacant lot behind the adult store but it was dark. I think they were going to build something here, but for now it was nothing but rubble and dirt and machinery. I saw the streetlight, but it seemed defenseless in this muggy night sky. Voices. Laughter. Oh shit. Was I being set up? I held back a little, waited. I peeked over a giant hunk of concrete and saw seven or eight guys standing in the light. And something else was going on. There was something happening that I couldn't see. I moved closer and hid behind the wheel of a dozer or tractor or something. It was a gang bang! I knew that term from Tony, who had taken part in one. Voluntarily. Was this what was happening?? Really?? I dared to get closer. I saw a gang of guys watching another bare-assed guy fucking Rick. They all just stood and drank from bottles and watched. WATCHED! I guess the guy was done because he got up and pulled his shorts back on. One of the others got down and started in on Rick's ass. He barely took his pants down...just started pumping fast and furious. Glad I didn't get here earlier... I could be raped as well. The second either came or just got off the hustler because one of the others wanted his turn. I should just leave now, call Tony tomorrow and tell him I was an idiot. OK. I got up to leave and felt a huge, heavy hand on my shoulder. Trapped. "Don't leave just yet, little friend. Rick promised us a second course. He does this for us every other night." He pulled me up out of my hiding spot and I was led toward the action. The ghastly action. I must have been in shock, because I felt like it was all going to be okay. This would all go away. "Yo! Lookie here! It's the guy who fell for Rick's shit! He seems like a virgin to me...which means I go first," It was going to be okay. I would get out of this just fine. I was shoved forward into the light. I saw the group of dudes standing in a half-circle. They were brown, white, black ... and all big and menacing. Rick must have known he was done because he got up fast and took off. Asshole. I had this to deal with now. By myself. I thought about trying to talk my way out of the situation, but no words came. The guy who captured me in the rubble turned me around to face him. He was impossibly broad and tall, with a stubbly face and a backwards baseball hat on his head. "You're a child. Damn. You ever sucked a dick? I can initiate you right now. Bite me, and the ambulance will have to pick you up. Understood?" He unzipped his jeans and produced a giant stiff dick. Right in my face. OK. This will all be fine. I kissed and licked the slimy head a little. The asphalt was tearing my bare knees to shreds. Funny that I liked it. He held the back of my head and plunged his tool deeper down my throat. Tony had told me about doing this. He said he always gagged, but I didn't. He just kept going. I couldn't breathe, but this was so much more vital than oxygen. Dick. I'd needed this too long. I would have been satisfied if everything ended this second, but no. He pushed me down on my back and stripped my shorts off. He fell on top of me and had every intention of raping my butt hole. His cock head was so slick with my spit that he was able to get inside of me a little. It was going to be okay. Wrong! It hurt like someone shoved hot metal up my guts. I started to scream, but a tennis shoe stepped on my mouth. It wasn't going to be okay. I endured the awful hurt as a dirty shoe sole was on my mouth and this big dude was thrusting his big dick deeper and deeper inside me. I had no fight left. He busted a load in me and stayed still. "There you go. You got my dose. Now you get Aneet's. His shoe was just on your face. You like that, baby boy?" "Hold on...no...let me..let me just...." Too late. A vaguely Middle Eastern man was covering me with his body. "You like the taste of my foot? Give me your number after this is all over and you can lick my shoes anytime you want. Get ready. I'm the biggest guy here." He was huge, but he was a little more gentle than the first guy. My ass was numb. I barely felt pain except when he got very deep and hit a place where there was no more room. But he kept going. I'm going to die now. But he pushed in further somehow. He gasped...maybe as surprised as I was that a dick could go so far in. He squinted his eyes tight and then opened them wide again. "Fuck! Give me your number no matter what!" Then I took on the rest of them. Big black guys and grungy white trash...one after the other. I was so full of sperm. I could feel it dribbling out of me. I should just die now. Maybe one of them had a gun and could just kill me. If only. The party seemed to be breaking up. Everybody was heading out. Aneet helped me up and found my clothes. He walked me to my car. "Are you okay to drive? Do you need a hospital? I can take you. I'm a little drunk, but I can drive." "No. I just need to rest now." I felt like I was in a dream and none of this had really happened. Aneet tucked a piece of paper into my glove compartment. His phone number. I thought I would probably die in a car crash on my way home. But I didn't. I got home and showered for thirty minutes. Bed. I slept as the poison cum from the gang soaked in. Nightmares all night. I tested HIV+ four months later. Of course. I wanted to call Tony, but I knew he'd be outraged. I called Aneet instead.

I have to say there is nothing quite like sinking your cock into the ass of an innocent young guy knowing that yours is the first to ever enter him. And knowing that you'll be leaving behind a hot load of poz cum makes it even more exciting. Tim was in his freshman year at school and it turns out although he knew he was gay for most of his high school years he kept is totally hidden since his family wouldn't have accepted it at all. And since there were plenty of parental controls on the computer back home he really was an innocent until he got to college. Freed from the shackles of his home but still closeted he started exploring gay porn and discovered he loved it. He also discovered the pleasure that comes from working his fingers up his ass while he was masturbating. We met because he had decided he wanted to try gay sex and luckily for me he was still interested staying in the closet so for the moment guys at school were out. When he arrived at my house he was the picture of an innocent 18y/o virgin college freshman boy. About 5'9 and around 135-140 lbs with a swimmers build. He was one of the smoothest guys his age I've met with light brown hair, blue eyes and peach fuzz still present. He came in and we talked for a while helping him to relax since he was clearly still very nervous. That being said he obviously had a raging hard on that demanded some attention. I led him back to my bedroom and we started with some passionate kisses our hands naturally reaching for the others cock and stroking them gently through our pants. There is nothing quite like a boy exploring his sexuality for the first time and Tim's hormones where in overdrive as his long repressed desires began to blossom. We quickly stripped naked and I was deligted to find Tim sporting a rock hard 7.5" cut cock that looked even bigger on his thin frame. It was framed by a small patch of pubes and his balls and as I found out his ass were still perfectly smooth. Stroking his bare cock for the first time caused Tim to shudder as mine was the first hand other than his own to caress his lovely tool. I kneeled to suck him but before I could get started I couldn't help but notice that he probably hadn't showered before coming over. I asked him if he had and it turned out I was correct. Typical of a first timer he hadn't thought through this issue nor that he needed to clean his ass out so I suggested we go have some fun in the shower. Getting him in I began gently washing his body rubbing my hands all over him and spending some extra time soaping up his cock. The whole time Tim stood their passively shuddering now and then in utter exctasy. When I slid my fingers down his ass and began working the soap up his virgin hole soft moans began to escape his young throat. He was soo fucking hot I could have just rammed him right there but I wanted to take my time and really enjoying giving him his first fuck. We got out of the shower dried off and returned to my bedroom. Sitting him on the bed we started with some passionate kising and stroking again before I began licking my way down his chest. I worked my way down to his cock and started with just the tip kissing it and licking it swirling my tounge around it as my hand gently rubbed his smooth balls. Tim was in heaven moaning and trying to hump his cock up into my mouth and soon enough I swallowed his shaft deep giving him the first blowjob of his life. I've sucked a few cocks in my time but I was determiend that young Tim really enjoy this so I pulled out all the stops. Sure enough he was panting, moaning and writhing as his body experienced a level of pleasure he'd never known. I could sense his load building but I wasn't ready for him to cum yet so I pulled off of his cock. You like that I asked him? "Ohh fuck yeah...it..it was unbelievable!" he said. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. time for you to suck mine" I said to him. I stood up and ordered him to kneel in front of me. "Just go slow at first like I did" I told him "and make sure not to use your teeth!" He grabbed my 8" cut cock in his hands and as he squeezed it a big glob of pre-cum leaked out. Tentatively at first he leaned in and tasted it and finding it to his liking he began licking all over my shaft and cock head. Then having worked himself up to it he took the head in his mouth and began to work his way down it. At about halfway down I could tell his mouth was full and he started bobbing up and down. I let him go on for a while enjoying the picture of this innocent young kid sucking his first cock before I put my hand on the back of his head. "Breathe through your nose.. You need to learn to suck all of a mans cock boy" I told him as I placed my hand on the back of his head and started gently forcing my cock down his throat. He began to gag and tried to back off but I held him firmly and once he started doing as I told him the rest of my 8" death tool slid down his throat. Holding him tight I began fucking his mouth and after taking a minute to adapt he quickly got better at it and started truly deepthroating my cock. I woked his mouth until I felt my own nut starting to build and then I pulled out and proceeded to slap his face with my cock a bit. "You like cock in your mouth don't you boy?" I asked. He nodded yes and asked "did I do good sir?" and by way of an answer I pulled him to his feet and gave him a kiss. "Very nice for a first timer son" I pushed him back onto the bed and got atop him humping our cocks together and making out with him. Our hands roaming over eachothers bodies as we did. Then I once again worked my was down his chest and coming to his cock I began to deepthroat it once again. I worked his cock for a few minutes and then went down to his balls giving them a thorough tounge bath. Then I lifted his legs and speading them wide attacked his perfectly smooth virgin ass with my tounge. This drove him wild as he moaned and quivered and shuddered as my tounge invaded him. I spent several minutes workign his ass open and getting him nice and ready for my thick fuck tool. The object of my desire lay helpless under me and it was time to fully defile this innocent virgin boy. I rolled him over and pulled his ass up a bit leavign him face down with his butt sticking up in the air. I appled some lube to my cock and his hole and guided my cock head to the waiting entrance. "Wait aren't you supposed to put a condom on?" He asked me. "Maybe so kid but I don't like them and only fuck raw...It feels so much better this way" I told him. Rubbing my cock head against his hole i said "Your call kid you wanna get fucked or not??" I knew at this point there was no way the kid was gonna stop his desires and hormones raging at full force and my cock posied at his hole. "Ok" he said "but just be gentle ok it is my first time". I began to push in and as I did he began to whimper his small cries coming at a very high pitch. Gently working my cock into him I could see his face in the mirror closet doors eyes screwed tight shut and he fought to accept my cock in his virgin ass. I sunk my cock in deep and began a smooth gentle fuckign motion. He continued to whimper but it was getting clear that my cock head hitting his prostrate was moving him from the agony of first penetration to pleasure. He began pushing back into me and it was all I could do not to cum right there as the picture of this inncoent kid impaling his virgin ass on my poz fuck tool was too hot for words. I continued to pound his ass slowly picking up speed and driving my cock in a little harder each time. I decided I want to see his face looking up at mine when the moment came to i spun him back onto his back and spreading his legs remounted him and resumed my fucking. I could see from this angle the wanton lust in the kids eyes and I began to stroke his cock as I fucked him. "Ohh fuck yea man... do me ...yeah God that so good.uuhh....uhhhh.uhh..oh God....fuck....." he was moaning as the sensations of his first fuck overwhelmed him. I could sense him getting ready to cumm and at the same time I knew I couldn't last much longer..... "Fuck yeah kid here it comes!!" I cried out as my load boiled up in my balls..."Gonna cum inside you boy." I told him. "Yeah give it to me" he begged in a high pitched whimper and my cock exploded inside him shooting jet after jet of hot poz death fluid deep in his no longer virgin and now defiled ass. As I came his cock exploded as well shooting a good 4-5 thick jets of cum up his chest, onto his face and even onto the headboard of my bed. Feelign the death fluid filling his ass I worked my cock in extra deep making sure his hole was well coated by my load. We ended up lying there for a while and after he recovered we talked a bit an I encouraged him not to be afraid to let guys his own age fuck him too. Before he left that night I fucked another load of poz cum up inside him. We stayed in touch and over the next few weeks I gave him a couple more loads but none as hot as that first time. He also told me he'd hooked up with a couple of guys at school as well. Then one day he shows up at my place in tears. I invite him in and he proceeds to tell me he got sick and after going to the doc he was told he was poz. We talked for a while and by the time we were done he understood that it wasn't a death sentance and that in fact now that he had it he could feel free to much as much as a cum slut as he wanted to be. I fucked another load into his ass before he left and I have a strong suspicion that a cum slut is exactly what he turned out to be.

Here is another one of my favorite pozzing stories for your enjoyment: As I think I mentioned before I often meet up with guys through Craig's list and the like and I have a couple of different email addresses as sometimes I might post multiple adds. Generally one will be a normal "top looking to fuck bottom" type of add and sometimes I'll hang it all out there and see if someone is up for something much more radical. So one night I have an ad up "Poz top seeks younger neg guy interested in taking my raw seed." Its not the sort of thing that generates a lot of response but I figure heck maybe I'll get lucky and find a bugchaser in my area. Well one night it paid off when I get an email from this kid Nathan who says he's a top but interested in getting pozzed so that he can poz guys he fucks. I of course invite him over immediately telling him we can talk a bit when he arrives. Nathan shows up a short time later and he's around 19-20 about 5'11 165lbs or so with a good build and it turns out very smooth. He looks very much like your typical midwestern farm boy which is what he turns out to be. And as I discovered later he has a gourgeous 7.5" long thick cock with a nice set of shaved balls. I ask him he he got interested in bug chasing and he explains to me that he'd found some stories online about guys getting pozzed and it had been and incredible turn on. He loved thinking about fucking a buddy at college knowing that he was gonna give the guy a load of charged cum. He said he'd never really bottomed before but he knew if he wanted to get pozzed it was probably the best way. I asked him why he'd never bottomed before and he said that he'd tried it once and it hurt like hell just getting the guy half way in so he had stopped it there. I explained to him that when I was through with him his staus would definetly have changed from neg to poz and that once we got started there would be no backing out. I also warned him that I wasn't going to be gentle popping my cock up his tight ass. He was clearly very nervous but agreed to go forward. I ordered him to strip naked and then collected his clothes and locked them away explaining to him that like it or not he was now staying for the night. I'll never forget the sight of him standing there with a "what the fuck am I doing" look on his face breathing slightly fast his cock rock hard looking hot as hell I took him to my bedroom where I undressed and ordered him to his knees so that he could suck my cock. He eagerly complied and it was quickly obvious that while Nathan might be a virtual anal virgin mine was not the first cock he had sucked. He took my 8" length down his throat and worked it like a pro my pre cum filling his mouth. But it wasn't his mouth I wanted it was that beautiful neg ass. I pulled him up and pushed him onto the bed pushing his legs up to his chest and fully exposing his tight lil hole. Best of all his ass was natuarlly completely smooth. "Fuck yeah man" I said fingering him "you ready for my poz fuck tool up inside there?" He was breathing fast at this point and clearly not sure if he really wanted 8" up his ass but he bravely replied "yeah man give it to me." I moved into position between his legs my cock slick with pre and his spit and proceeded to roughly lube his hole with only my spit. "Aren't you gonna use lube?" he asked nervously to which I replied no as I wanted to make sure my poz cum got inside his blood stream. I mounted him and began to firmly push my cock inside him and as I did he winced and squirmed begging me to stop and telling me how much it hurt. Ignoring him I drove my death tool inside him as he all the while was whimpering "Fuck that hurts noo please ohh God uhhhhhh". I gave him only a short moment to adjust before I started fucking him and soon the combination of fluids in his ass had my cock sliding smoothly in and out. As his hole opened up Nathan began to discover just how good a cock head massaging your prostrate can feel and his cries of pain so became moans of pleasure. The best was yet to come though. I don't think Nathan had really thought through getting pozzed and instead had allowed himself to get carried away with a fantasy. And much like a person who does something dumb and then regrets it as I fucked his hole Nathan's mind started reminding him that maybe getting pozzed wasn't in fact the best idea he'd ever had. Sensing this I began to play to it as my cum surged in my balls. "Yeah Nathan you feel my poz death stick inside you? Feel it fucking your ass? Yeah boy I'm getting close..getting ready to poz your little ass but good" Hearing me talking like that Nathan started trying to back out. He couldn't supress his rock hard cock or the feelings my cock head was giving him as it massaged his prostrate but he started trying to play what I'll call the "time out" card. "Wait man.. wait.. no" he was saying and he limply tried to push me off him. I held him firmly though and continued to fuck him telling him how my poz load was building and how soon it would be inside of him infecting him. "yeah boy my cock his opened up that little ass of yours....Its ripe Nathan... Its ready for my poison seed" I told him. His meek attempts to back out only made me hornier and I wanted to make sure he knew the moment it happeed to him. "Fuck boy here it comes" I whispered in his ear "here comes my toxic death seed" Nathan hearing this whipered "Ohh fuck..Off fuck Ohh fuck..God..no..please..Ohh Fuck" almost non stop and I turn Got louder "yeah boy here it comes..here comes my poz seed in your neg cunt... yeah....uhhh.....uhhhh....ahhhh...AHHH.....FUCK BOY YEAH I"M CUMMING!!" As I yelled this and came I drove my dick extra deep inside Nathan planting my poz load deep in his gut. This drove Nathan over the edge as he cried out and his cock exploded shooting several large spurts of cum onto his face and chest. I worked my cock around inside him making sure to coat as much of his hole as possible with my toxic seed. And Looking at the tinges of blood on my cock I was sure it would take. Then I wiped Nathan's cum with my fingers and made him eat what was the last purely neg load his cock would ever shoot. He confessed later as we lay there in bed that he'd never cum so hard in his life but he was definetly having second thoughts about what he'd just done. He wanted to go but I wouldn't let him and I fucked another 3 loads into his ass that night and by the last he was begging for my poz seed and begging me to poz his ass. Sure enough the pozzing took and Nathan got his fuck flu. Having awakened him to the pleasure of being fucked he never went back to being a total top though I'd say he was about 90% since from what he told me I was the only one who fucked him. The best part was hearing him describe how he was sinking his own poz seed into neg boy pussies over at the school. He actually managed to capture on video too the first guy he ever pozzed getting the kid into his dorm room with his web cam running as he fucked his load into the guys ass. Nothing like watching a gifter you created pass on his gift to another.....

I live in what would otherwise be a quite town except for the fact that it's home to a decent size and well known university. It's the kind of place where, if it weren't for the college, gay life would be very lonely. Fortunately for me the college means a steady stream of horny young guys, many of whom are exploring gay sex for the first time. For a guy like me, who likes nothing better than depositing a load of poz cum in the ass of some unsuspecting innocent little twink, it's heaven. I thought the group might be interested in a few of my favorite stories of boys that I've converted to the poz brotherhood. One of my favorite pozzings was also probably the least likely. You see this guy had been doing a study in one of his classes and noticed that the HIV infection rate in the town was a little higher than the norm for the state, which was odd, given how 'quaint' our little town was. Hmm. I wonder why. Anyway our do gooder, (let's call him Jason), started an education campaign reminding the community to always practice safe sex. Needless to say, as a bareback-only-kind-of-guy, I found this was putting a major dent in my sex life as suddenly all the little twinky boys on Craig's List were demanding safe sex only. Then one night I meet Jason at a bar and luckily for me he was alone having a quiet mid-week night out, and since he didn't have class the next day, he was giving himself a treat. When I realized who I'd sat down next to, and also noticed that he was pretty darn cute, (5'11 165 red hair, and in good shape), I started buying him drinks. I wasn't overtly coming on to him just being friendly and after we'd been talking a bit I learned he was straight and more than a little 'frustrated', shall we say, being between girl friends. Having got him more than a little tipsy I offered him a ride home. While in the car I was quite sympathetic with his little problem (i.e., the lack of sex) and when I thought the moment was right, I slid my hand up his thigh and give his package a squeeze. He was surprised but too drunk to get angry, responding only by saying "Hey man, I'm not like that." Whereupon I countered "I know bro, but a blow job is a blow job, and I know you need one. I know you need it bad. Does it really matter who takes care of you?" I knew I had him when he didn't immediately argue but rather started thinking about the truth of what I'd just told him. I reached over again and squeezed his now hardening cock, telling him how good would feel. "Dude, you gotta promise its our secret ok?" he said. "No problem. We'll go to my house and no one will know I've taken care of you." I got him home and guided him back to my bedroom, telling him to take off his shirt and that I would handle the rest. He did so, and I quickly started undressing him, feeling his cock up the entire time, making sure he stayed horny. I got his shoes and socks off, then his pants, and finally his boxer briefs which already sported a nice pre-cum stain on them. I started slowly working his rock hard, seven inch cock with my tongue, taking it deep down my throat. Soon he was in heaven, his smooth skinny body twisting and writhing as I gave him the kind of blow job he had only dreamed of. All the while I was working on him, I was also stripping off my own clothing, getting myself ready for phase two, which began when I slid a finger, nice and slick with my pre-cum, into his virgin pussy. At this stage he was past caring what was going on, so long as it felt really good. And man, had he found something he that he liked. As I worked my finger around his ass I watched his reaction, and found myself wondering if this self-proclaimed straight boy had a secret gay side. I came off his cock and pushed his legs up, driving my tongue inside his hole. I was not surprised when his reaction to my rim job was to moan loudly and his entire body to shudder with pleasure. I work my tongue deep into his hole, opening up his ass, all the while slowly stroking his cock. I pulled back and looked at him asking "Like this, Jason?" "Fuck yeah, man!" he replied, his speech still slurred by alcohol. I got my lube and start working it up his ass with my fingers loosening him up. I know part of him is confused and thinking this has gone too far but the other part is loving how it feels and doesn't care how its happening. I lube my cock and get atop him spreading his legs wide exposing his virgin fuck hole. He sees my hard cock and suddenly grasps what's comign next but its alreadry too late. "wait man no..I'm not..no...." he whimpers as my cock head finds his hole. Ignoring his cries I lean into him pushing my 8" death stick slowly into his virgin ass. "Owww fuck noo it hurts owwww..." He's whimpering as I pop his cherry but soon my cock head is massaging his prostrate and he's back in heaven again. I'm fucking him slowly at first but with building intensity. Talking to him, telling him what a good little faggot boy he is and ordering him to beg for my cock. He complies of course too engrossed in the pleasure to think of anything else begging me to fuck him harder which I do. I feel the load building in my balls and my excitment grows knowing that I'll soon be infecting his young ass. "Yeah boy I'm gonna cum inside you...you ready for my cum?? ready for my hot load up your faggot ass?" "Yeah man fuck uhhh uhhhh yeah..give it to me" he moans. I drive my cock in deep and my toxic load explodes deep inside him as my poison cock fills his boy ass with poz seed. I stay inside him fucking it into him watching his cock twitching as the pressure on his prostrate causes it to fire off its last neg load. I pull out and order him to suck my cock clean which he does making sure that every ounce of poz cum ends up inside him. I had him sleep in my bed that night where I fucked another load into him but the best was in the morning when he woke up sober. He finds himself naked in bed with another dude and his ass sore. What he'd though was a dream he quickly realizes wasn't. I pull him too me and slide my cock up inside his ass which I'd conviently lubed again just before he woke. "No man nooooooo" he whimpers as I start fucking him. "you want me to stop fucking you boy huh?" I ask as my cock head hits his prostrate again. All I get back is a whimper of pleasure that tells me he's hooked on cock. Then "wait are you wearing a condom?" he asks quitely. Nope I only fuck raw I tell him as I continue to pump his ass. He's shaking now partly from fear but also from the pleasure of being fucked. "Are you neg?" he asks so quitely I almost miss it. "I'm afraid not boy" I reply "you want me to stop fucking you..?" Silence......."huh boy you want me to stop?"......."You want my poz dick out of your lil faggot ass?".......Or do you want another load of my poz cum in there?"......Hearing nothing I whisper in his ear "your addicted to cock up your ass aren't you boy huh?" "yes" he whimpers back which makes me so fucking horny I start pumping him hard and deep. "Beg for my poz load boy" I order him and "tell daddy to poz your boy pussy" and as we near climax he cries out "yes daddy give me your poz cum yes!!" which drives me over the edge and I give him his third load of toxic jizz. In one night a promising young straight boy and been converted into a poz lil pussy boy and he started taking a lot of loads where ever he could find them after that. Of course his be safe campaign died and that enabled me to get back to by normal routine of filling young college ass with tmy toxic seed.

I have a fuck bud that usually comes by at least once a week, pretty sure he's married - never kisses, after he cums he gets dressed and shakes hands, that kind of thing. He's 6'5", probably around 220, defined muscle, black, with an 11" uncut cock that I can't get my fingers around at the base. Usually he either wants me to blow him while keeping his foreskin up around the head because he's sensitive or he wants to fuck but only with a condom. At 11" I'll let him use a condom, freezing it when he's done for some pig top to use for lube later. Today he messages that he wants to breed me (I just don't think he knows what that means). He comes over gets undressed and I start sucking his cock getting it hard as a cock and filling my throat. We move to the bedroom and he puts on a condom and lubes up. Whenever he's heading over I spend a little time with a dildo beforehand so I'm ready for it. He shoves his cock in and I could feel the condom snap, he pulls out after a little bit and puts on a new condom without saying anything. Then he starts fucking me again slamming that huge cock into me hard and deep. After about twenty minutes of fucking he cums and pulls out pulling of the condom. It doesn't look like there's anything in it but I take it and suck his cock clean to get the last drops out of him and put the condom in the kitchen. He gets dressed and leaves and about five minutes later I get a text saying "hey the condom broke ok that last one". I guess he got his wish to breed me so now I'm sitting here holding his load in me. Hopefully he liked it and will skip the condoms from now on.

Friday night. I'm at a gay bar in New Orleans(the name escapes me...if I ever knew it), buzzed and horny as all fuck.I'm out on the patio, drawing on a Rolling Rock, standing close to a hot looking guy telling his buddy how he was needing fucked that night. Medium height, balding, bearded, tight workmans body, in well worn jeans and t-shirt. I've had plenty to drink so I don't need much encouragement. I step to him, he turns to face me. I take another draw of my beer and set it down...unzip to expose my hard cock and hairy balls. "Want this?", I asked with a sneer.He looked at my throbbing cock, then up at my face. I put my hands on his shoulders and he went to his knees. He took my cock into his wet mouth. His buddy watched and grinned while he sucked me hard. And he sucked me with a purpose; the kind of cock sucking that tells you he wants you hard for a reason. I was not mistaken. He rose to his feet and dropped his jeans to the floor, turned around, bent over against the wall, produced a bottle of lube and greased his hole. All in one well practiced and fluid motion. Subtle he was not.I lined up my bare throbbing cock against his hairy hole. He took a loooong hit of poppers which he then handed to his buddy. I waited half a tick for the poppers to hit, then I inched in. His fuckhole was warm and welcoming, I slid to my balls in one long lazy slide. And only when I was balls deep did he utter a sound..."Yessss.", he hissed.And I fucked him. Right there on the patio. With men all around. I fucked his ass like I owned it. He was hungry for it alright. And he got a damn hard fuck. At one point, noticing a small gathering me men, I forced him to swing around and grab a chair. "Lets let everyone watch you get fucked!", I said. "Oh god!", he moaned as he stroked his dick. "Look up at em. Look at their faces watching you get plowed!" He did as I instructed. He looked up to see a circle of men watching his ass get used in public. "You like that raw bone, boy?" I growled. "You want my seed? My dirty cum up your fuckhole?!" "OH FUCK! OH FUCK! YES!! BREED ME! PAINT MY GUTS!!", he screamed - as every head turned. Apparently, that was all he needed. "OH GOD! I'M GONNA CUM!" And damn did he. His ass muscles flexing on my cock with every squirt. THAT was all I needed. I seeded his ass deep and held it there for a long moment....making sure my toxic load was deep inside him....grinding my DNA into his guts...before pulling out very, very, slowly. I do love the whimper a fuckhole makes when I pull all the way out. My wet softening cock hung there. I made sure anyone that wanted got a look at it. The fuckhole was straightening himself, his buddy lending a hand. I pull my jeans back up, stuffed my sliney cock roughly into my jeans and grab my beer. I take a long draw and stood there, giving the fuckhole a hard silent stare...sending the message. "Thank you...Sir.", he murmured. I nod my approval, take a final draw of my beer and walk back to the bar for another.I believe every eye followed me. And it felt damn good. And yeah, I did fuck and breed another dude later that night.

My first time was back in 1987 when I'd just gotten out of a bad marriage. I was living happily alone and was fully indulging my taste for hot, kinky sex with men. And, believe me, I was ready and eager to serve ANY man, at any time! I was living only about twenty minutes away from an unlit, "No Facilities" rest area on a rural four lane highway in northern New Jersey, which I overheard a local cop laughingly tell my coworkers was a gay hookup spot they called "The Lollipop Stop." As they further yukked it up, the cop told them that his chief had put out an order to "leave the faggots alone," as long as they behaved themselves! As you can imagine, I had a hard time hiding my boner as I listened it to THAT conversation! I've always LOVED giving head to horny strangers, so that was right up my alley! Well, about eleven o'clock that same night, I parked my car among the other seven or eight cars there and, almost before I knew it, I was following a middle aged stranger into the dark woods just off the pavement to give him a blowjob! Several minutes later, the stranger I was kneeling in front of and sucking vigorously, grunted aloud a pumped my mouth full of his thick, delicious cum! As I swallowed his wonderfully big load, I was in pig-heaven, and knew I'd found my new home! That place was on fire, and before I left for home, at about 1:15 AM, I had sucked off four other horny men, all of them completely anonymous strangers! After that, I was visiting that very sweet Lollipop Stop three or four times a week...NEVER failing to score at least one cock! About a week after my first visit to the Lollipop Stop, I once again followed a horny stranger into the night woods to suck his cock. Quickly stripping completely naked, as was my habit, I got on my knees and began sucking his luscious, fat, uncut cock. He climaxed rather quickly and shot a delicious load of very thick and very strong-tasting semen into my mouth, which I eagerly swallowed! He was one of those men I love who doesn't get hypersensitive after he cums and he let me milk out every last tasty drop. When he finally got his breath back and pulled his cock out of my adoring mouth, he thanked me, turned at a slight angle to me, chuckled lewdly and said, "That, boy, was great! But I've got quite a drive home and I've got to piss like a racehorse!" Before I knew what I had done, I heard myself eagerly say, "Would you like to piss in my mouth?" I couldn't believe I had invited him to do that, but I suddenly felt a rush of hot excitement spin through my body! Although I couldn't see his face there in the night woods, I could feel his lewd smile. "You want that, you little faggot? You really want to drink my piss?" I was so turned on by how he said that, that I could not have refused him if I had wanted to! "Yes, sir," I replied, trying to keep my voice from cracking, "I want that!" Again, that lewd chuckle. "What do you want, faggot...tell me!" the man demanded, playing me like the hooked fish I was! "Y-your p-piss, sir...I want your piss!" I stuttered in my growing excitement. "Ha!" the man snorted, "And why should I waste my piss on you?" Now I fully realized how this little exchange was turning him on, as well as me, and I knew what to say. "P-please, sir," I begged, letting my now very real desire for his golden champagne completely color the tone of my voice! "I-I sucked your beautiful cock for you and made you cum hard and I swallowed your load, like a good little faggot cumslut should. But I'm still soooo thirsty, daddy! I wanna drink your hot piss! Please, daddy! Please piss in my mouth!" I begged, whining in abject submission! Finally, both hugely turned on by his total control over me, as well as having to really urinate badly, the man laughed cruelly and I unexpectedly felt his big hand find the back of my head and grab a handful of my hair tightly, yanking my head back almost painfully! Laughing right out loud now, the man knew was his to use! "Oh, alright, you filthy little cocksucker! Open that piss-pot of a mouth of yours and drink my piss!" "Ohhhh, yessss!" I moaned in the exquisite agony of my flaming lust, immediately opening my willing mouth wide and extending my tongue in eager anticipation! Almost immediately, my nose filled with the musk of the man's crotch! I felt him lay his cock on my tongue and skin himself back. I felt his cock suddenly lengthen and swell as he struggled to relax in spite of his growing arousal, and I felt the first meager rivulet of his hot, very strong-tasting piss trickle down my tongue to pool in the back of my throat. Instantly, my entire being was filled with the powerful, musty, salty flavor of the man's burning urine! Relaxing fully now, his stream picked up volume and made a musical tinkling sound as it filled my mouth! "Mmmmm..." I moaned with pure perverted pleasure, gulping his piss down greedily, giving myself completely to this stranger's mastery! After struggling to swallow the man's first mouthful with my mouth wide open, I closed my mouth carefully, my lips forming a soft "O" just behind the cock's widely flared head. This allowed me to gently hold the squirting cock gently within my utterly accommodating mouth, not sucking for arousal, but allowing my new lover to piss freely, while I drank freely from that forbidden fountain! And I loved it! "That's it, bitch! Drink daddy's nasty piss!" the man coaxed, in the most lewd tone of ever heard, his strong stream now a deluge! "Mmmmm..." is all I could moan out in pure pleasure, as I guzzled the hot cock-juice, trying not to let a drop escape my thirsty mouth. "Yeahhhh!" the man groaned as he continued urinating in my mouth, "Drink it all, you little cock-whore...drink every drop of my piss! Drink me dry!" And I did just that, drinking his scalding, but delicious piss until his bladder was empty! After he finished and shook the last drops of his piss into my open mouth, the man quickly pulled his pants up, zipped up and, to my surprise, asked my for my phone number! "My balls and bladder won't stay empty for long," he quipped lewdly, "and I think you're just the little cock-whore to empty them for me regularly!" Of course I gave the stranger my number! And that's how I began my trip into the delicious depths of depraved piss-love! ???

Freak Show - Part 5 Off we went through the grounds of the carnival. Lucky for me the cum on my face and in my hair had dried, so I wasn’t that much of a spectacle. Still several men looked at me with a knowing smile. Each clearly wanted to add his cum to the collection on my face. We headed around to the far side of the grounds, here were more trailers, and less crowd, muscle fucker leading the way. “Todd, where are the twins?” muscle fucker asked a guy busy working in the area. “Show time. Won’t be back for at least an hour,” he responded. “Well, fuck.” “He’s the one looking for fun?” “Yeah. I need to find some fun to hold him over until the twins are free.” “Alex is on break from parking duty. He might be up for some fun. He’s behind his trailer.” “Come on whore, we are moving again,” muscle fucker announced. I didn’t hesitate, too late to back out now, especially since I was enjoying the attention. I hadn’t had that much since the break up. At this point I wasn’t even thinking about getting poz loads, I just wanted more cock. We moved in between trailers and went around one to find Alex. Fuck me, it was the man that I paid to park, the one that set this up. He looked up and smiled. “Did you find the fun you were looking for?” “And then some.” "I have some more fun for you” he said grabbing his crotch, adding “I’m not a freak like some but I have my own uniqueness.” He undid the button in his jeans, then slowly pulled down his zipper. I watched attentively, waiting for his uniqueness to appear. He pulled his shirt over his head, exposing the black fur covering his chest. It was beautiful, but nothing that I could see was any different from anyone else. He pulled his jeans open, exposing his black fur covered crotch and the base of his cock. Still nothing. He looked at me and smiled. He pulled his work boots off, I scanned his feet, thinking maybe he had six toes on each foot, but was a little disappointed to see his feet were normal. “Strip for me,” he demanded. Pushing my shorts down,, I realized that I lost my shirt somewhere, so, except for my shoes, I stood there naked. “Turn around. Show me your hole.” I heard muscle fucker snicker as I turned my back to Alex and bent over. I could feel my checks open and knew he could see the butt plug lodged deep in my hole. “Keeping those freak poz loads in, huh?” Alex asked of muscle fucker. He just smiled. I looked between my legs at Alex, he was slowly pulling off his jeans. As he stood up, I saw it. Hanging from the jungle of hair in his crotch was his uncut cock. It was semi-hard. What struck me odd, was the foreskin. It hung a good half a foot or more beyond the head of his cock. “I want to be know in the show as the Foreskin Freak, but not too much call for something like that” he said “yet I keep stretching it.” “Tastes good too," muscle fucker added. I watched him stroke his cock, pulling the foreskin back, and still not exposing the head of his cock. His cock was steadily growing harder and harder. I reached back and pulled the butt plug out. “Please fuck me, breed me,” I whined. “Such a whore," Alex commented. "Actually, a poz whore," suggested muscle fucker. “Looks like I am going to add to the collection.” 'Was everyone here poz? 'I thought as I watched Alex walk towards my hole, slowly stroking his cock. I closed my eyes as his foreskin started rubbing up and down my crack. “Hold him, I don’t want him to get away,” Alex told muscle fucker, who stepped forward, pulled me up a little so my head was rested on his massive chest, as his thick arms wrapped around my body, holding me tight. With that Alex rammed his cock into my hole. Honestly, his cock slid in easily, with virtually no pain. All thanks to having been fucked by Double D and Tiny. Grabbing my hips, Alex rapidly pumping my hole, commenting “Loose fucking hole. Should have brought him to me before Tiny got him.” “Want me to slide my hand in there and jack your cock, Alex?” muscle fucker asked. “As loose as his hole is you could get both in there” Yet, Alex still fucked my hole. I could feel his crotch hair hit my ass, rubbing against my smooth skin. “Alex! Alex, your fucking break is up. Get out here and do your fucking job,” a voice said over the radio. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Alex exclaimed, perhaps in pleasure, perhaps in frustration. "Alex, I swear if you are fucking off right now I will chop off that foreskin, now get out here and do your job, you fucking asshole.” Alex began to pound harder and harder. I knew he was going to cum, his breath was becoming shallower and shallower. He slammed into my hole and shot his load announcing “Fucking take that toxic poz load, you loose fucking whore.” Then he abruptly withdrew from my ass, stepped over to the radio and replied “Fuck you Frank, You know how to kill a mood and a fucking hard on. I'll get there when I fucking get there. Oh, and YOUR ASS is mine.” He quickly dressed. The last thing he did was slam the butt plug back in my hole, remarking "You don’t want to loose that load, sweetheart, it’s highly toxic." Then, just as he was leaving the area he turned and said commented to muscle fucker, “I wanna another go at that hole.” “Deal” answered muscle fucker, who then turned to me and suggested “Let’s go see if the twins are free. They're always up for more than a quickie.” I pulled my shorts on and we were off. My mind quickly turned to the three way with the twins I was about to have.

2. Jay "I'm sorry," I said again. "I mean. You're not gay. I'm not gay." I had kissed this guy that I barely knew. I was terrified of what I had done. "Uh," I stammered for a moment, trying to read Rod's face in the dark back seat of the car. "It's cool," Rod said. He leaned in and pressed his lips against mine again. This time I tried to relax. It was him initiating it, not me. And it didn't mean I was gay. We were just playing around. But it was hard to deny the way his kiss affected me. My dick was rock hard and leaking, and I wanted him to never stop kissing me. "Is that good?" he asked. I nodded, not able to think about anything other than this man who had started to make out with me. He reminded me a bit of some of my friend's dads. The ones I was a bit wary of, because I didn't want to know them too well. Like as well as I was starting to know Rod. Before I could say anything more, Rod continued. "You're not the first guy I've kissed. And besides, you're super cute." It was the permission I needed to exhale. It had felt like hours, but it was probably less than a minute. In that time, I had kissed another man and then he had kissed me back. It had felt amazing. In my drug-fueled state, I didn't care so much that it was with another man. I just liked the feeling of connection with another human. Rod leaned back in. "You're fun to kiss as well." Our lips met again. This time, Rod pushed his tongue into my mouth and explored, before pulling back away from me. "What do you want to do, Jay?" Rod asked. He was naturally stern, but there was a genuine concern that was still present. "You need to be honest. With me, but also yourself." "I know," I said. I understood what he was asking. I also knew what I wanted to say; what I wanted to do. "I wanna make out with you. I want to feel your hands on me." There was no reaction from Rod, but I was scared again. I decided the smartest thing was to be quiet, so I shut up. "Good answer," Rod said. He wrapped an arm around me, and pulled him close to him. Our bodies pressed together, almost as tightly as our lips were pressed against each other. But it felt totally natural, like this was how two men were supposed to get to know each other. "Very good answer indeed," he continued, as his tongue explored my mouth again. Mercifully trapped in my shorts, my dick was hard. I knew there was a wet spot where the head strained against the fabric of my underwear. I didn't want to have to explain that to either Aiden or Rod. "You want to join us?" Rod asked Aiden. I had forgotten about Aiden. Now I felt bad; I had been making out with Rod, not even knowing how Aiden would react. I had no idea if it was revulsion or interest. I broke off the kiss long enough to turn my head. Aiden was watching us, but the smile was of genuine pleasure. "Not yet. You guys are having fun, and I'm enjoying watching you. Besides, we're almost there." I looked out the window. All I knew was that we were in the busy Hollywood downtown area. Even at nearly two AM in the morning, the streets were still busy with cars, and people were standing around the doors to restaurants and clubs. I tried my best to sit back up, and adjust my shirt. Rod had run his hand over my chest and down my stomach, messing up my t-shirt. He had gotten down to my crotch, and rubbed my dick just enough to feel how hard I was. "You're like me," he said, but didn't elaborate. In the dim light of the back seat, it was hard to tell if he also had a boner. We pulled into a hotel entrance. I was glad I had taken care of my t-shirt, because quickly a doorman and a valet came up. "Mr. Aiden," the valet said. "Good to see you again." Aiden handed him the keys, and stuck the ticket carefully into his wallet. It was already fat with cash; I tried not to stare as I exited the car. Rod was right behind me. Rod was almost too close behind me. Two hours ago, his closeness would have bothered me a lot. But after the past few minutes, I wasn't sure what it meant to me. It felt good to have a man like him so close to me, and it made me feel simultaneously safe and excited at the same time. I just wondered what the valet thought, but then realized he probably didn't even notice his clients. "This way," Aiden said, leading us through the front doors and directly to the elevators. He knew his way around the hotel, as evidenced both by the familiarity the valet had with him and his own familiarity with the floor plan. It was not long before all three of us were in an elevator, heading upwards. As soon as the doors closed, Rod pushed me against the wall, and started to kiss me again. He pressed his body against me. He was a little shorter than me, maybe about four inches shorter. He craned his head, and I bent over. It felt a bit strange to tower over him, even as he was being the dominant one. But, at the same time, his small stature only accentuated the seeming power he had over me. As his tongue pressed into me, I felt the sensation of his dick pressing against my thigh. Like me, he was stiff and hard. He had said I wasn't the first man he had kissed. I realized that he had probably made out with a lot of men. And he had fucked many of them. It was a disquieting realization, and I hesitated for a moment. But then his tongue ran against my teeth, and the insistent pleasurable sensations overwhelmed my head again. "Glad to see you like each other," Aiden said. "Bet you want some time to explore, don't you?" "Oh yeah," Rod said. "There's a lot for us to explore." "As long as you leave some for all of us," Aiden said. I had hoped he would explain what he meant, but the elevator dinged and the door slid open. We were on the 12th floor, not the top, but a respectable height. "Almost there, men," Aiden said. To our left was only one suite, and that was the direction Aiden turned. "Ready?" Rod asked. "I think I am," I said. "Not sure what to expect." "Pleasure," Rod said. "Expect pleasure. And fun. Lots of fun." "I hope so," I said. I gave Rod one last peck on the forehead, then he and I grabbed hands and walked out of the elevator. There was a tall black man at the door to the suite. From behind the door, there was some laughing and deep house music." "Here for Edward's party," Aiden said. "Oh, don't worry. I know you, Aiden Wolfe. You're welcome any time." He opened the door. The music was louder, but not by much. Most of it was a thumping base, enough to shake my body. Inside, I saw a number of men, ranging from guys just about my age to older dad types. I didn't see any women, but that didn't seem like a problem. All of the men were uniformly in-shape and good looking. Aiden had already disappeared into the crowd, but Rod was pulling me deeper into the tangle of men. Once we were in the thick of it, he turned around. "What do you think of it?" he asked me. "It's," I searched for the right word. "Interesting. I'm not as hot as these guys though." He leaned in and kissed me again. No one seemed to notice. "No. You are," he said, as he broke off the kiss. "Let's go to the balcony. It's a bit quieter." He took my hand, and guided me through the crowd of men. The room wasn't as big as I first thought, and although I originally thought it was a crowd, by the time we got to the balcony doors, I realized it was only about thirty or forty people. "This way," he continued. Out on the patio, we were alone. We faced downtown with the city laid out before us. It was like a scene from a movie, and if I looked down, I could see the busy street, while further away, all I could see were the street lights. Above us, airplanes made lazy circles on final approach to the airport. "Looks like it's just the two of us out here," I said. "Yeah," Rod said. "How are you feeling?" "Good," I said. "Really good." "Still horny?" Rod asked. He ran his hand over my chest again, dropping down to my stomach, and then to my crotch. I knew he could feel my erection. There was no point in lying to him. "Yeah. I am," I said. "I need to get off or something." I had turned to face him. He was smiling, and chuckled a bit. "Or something," he continued. There was a knowing smile on his face. He leaned in, and craned his neck up to meet my lips again. I didn't resist his approach. I didn't want to resist it. Even in the dim light of the balcony, it was clear just how handsome he was. Not only that, he also had years of experience on me. He would know what to do. He broke off the kiss. "Tell me when to stop," he said. "Don't stop," I said, as he put his hands under my t-shirt again, running his fingers through the light fuzz on my chest, and easily finding my nipples. I gasped in pleasure. "Please," I continued. "Don't stop." "Of course not, my boy," Rod said. Carefully, he lifted my shirt up and over my head, taking care not to disturb my glasses. He made it seem so casual and easy that I almost didn't realize he was starting to work on my belt. Another kiss, and I was distracted long enough for him to unfasten it and release the button on my jeans. They fell around my ankles, leaving me wearing only a pair of white briefs, now far too small to contain my erect penis and heavy balls. "What about the others," I asked. Even though it was a warm night, I shivered slightly under Rod's touch. I had never been naked like this before, and felt utterly exposed. "Don't worry about them," Rod said. He ran his hand over the bulge in my underwear. I was afraid I was going to cum just from his slight touch. "Just enjoy yourself." "Ok," I said, the goosebumps still covering my body. It was hard to tell which emotion was stronger: fear or excitement. "You're shivering," Rod said. He pulled off his own shirt, and added it to the small pile accumulating next to us. "Here," he said, pulling me against his body. His skin was warm, almost hot, against my skin. There was little more muscle and bone on his body. It was a totally different feeling from the girls I had played with; they had been soft and delicate and Rod was hard and strong. "So warm," I said. Sex with Rod was going to be rough, intense, and demanding. "Fuck," I muttered, as I pressed my body up against him. Less than two hours ago, I was flirting with a hot Asian girl, not even thinking about men. Now I was contemplating sex with a man I barely knew, and my dick was hard at the suggestion. "Yeah?" Rod asked. He ran his hands over my bare back, working his way down. His target was my ass; it seemed like the most natural thing for him to do. "You doing ok?" "Yeah," I said. "Just," I stammered. "This is all new to me." "It's new to everyone once. Just relax. And enjoy it." He slipped his hand under the waistband, and grabbed one of my ass cheeks. "I'm enjoying it." He pressed his crotch against my leg, and I could feel his hardness. He ran his free hand back over my bulge. "I think you are enjoying it as well." I was silent for a second, wondering what to say. I finally went with the complete and difficult truth. "Yeah," I said, "I am enjoying it." Before I could say anything more, he leaned in and kissed me, pushing his tongue back into my mouth. I let myself relax and enjoy it. It wasn't hard; Rod was a skilled kisser. He knew when to be tender and slow, and when to be more forceful and take what he deserved. This was one of the latter, as he pushed my tongue out of the way and explored my mouth. "I know. Not to first boy I've broken in." I was momentarily grateful for Rod's experience. He knew what to do, how to make it feel good for both of us. It was going to be hard to refuse him anything. I was feeling warm and tingly from his touch, feeling generous with my body and wanting to use it to please him. It was an unfamiliar sensation, but strangely familiar. It was a part of myself I had never experienced, but still very much me. If I was honest with myself, everything I was doing that day was easy to understand. It was the part of me that took furtive glances in the locker room. It was the part of me that wanted to feel Rod's shaft in my hands. It was the part of me that wanted Rod inside me. But, I didn't want to understand. Understanding meant that I had to think about it and work through all the possible options. I didn't want to have to use my brain at all. My cock knew what it wanted, and it was far simpler to follow its simple, infinitely pleasurable commands than to create elaborate yet ultimately unsatisfactory self-delusions against the perpetual pleasures of getting off. I reached down and undid Rod's belt. I looked down. He was wearing elegant, trim-cut dark grey dress pants. The belt caught my eye. The leather was thick. Far thicker than necessary for thin and elegant dress belt. Rod smiled at me, as we both realized that the belt signified so much more than just fashion or function. I wondered how much it would hurt if Rod used it against me. It was a heavy leather suitable for a fat, heavy daddy's belt. It deserved to be used against a young man's butt than to be stuck in a boardroom. I wondered how much pain it could cause if I ever made Rod use it in disappointment and shame for my actions. At the time, I only knew its uses instinctively. It would be much later that I would learn all of the details of the leather community. I remembered a picture I had on my computer, a woman on her knees, naked except for a belt securing her wrists together. In the picture, a man stood above her, with his thick shaft buried deep in her throat. I paused, realizing that tonight, I was playing the role of that woman. "Go ahead, boy," Rod said. "Finish what you started." "Yes," I said. "I understand." "Good boy," Rod said. The way he said it along with the smile he had made my dick jump. I looked down long enough to figure out how to unthread the thick leather strap from the buckle. The pants hid some of his arousal, but it was impossible for it to hide all of it. "Yeah, it's a bit stiff," Rod continued as I fumbled with the belt. I wasn't sure if he meant the leather or his dick. It didn't matter. I managed to undo his belt, unfasten his pants, and push them down, over the bulge in his light blue underwear. My own dick ached in sympathy with his. Both of our tools needed release; release from the confines of our clothing, and release from the pent-up sexual energy. I looked back up at Rod. He was still smiling at me. It was clear where this was going, and it was exactly what he wanted. He made the next move. He reached down and pushed down his underwear. His dick sprung free, sticking out from his body. It was one of the largest cocks I had seen outside of porn. Of course, I had only seen a few other erect penises in real life, most years ago as I had explored with middle school friends. Even by porn standards, Rod's dick was admirable in length and girth. Where my erection arched upwards, his hung down slightly. "Go ahead," he said. "Touch it." I hesitated for a second, then decided to take a risk. I reached out for Rod's shaft. I thought it was going to feel weird, reaching for another man's dick. But one I had made the decision, it seemed like the most natural thing I could do. "That's it," Rod moaned as my fingertips brushed against the warm and supple flesh. Like my dick, the outer layer of skin was soft, and moved easily over the much harder core. Finally touching it made me realize that looks could be deceiving. Rod's endowment was more than just admirable; it was actually quite big. I had never felt short-changed in the dick department, but compared to him, I just did not measure up. It was both the length and girth of the shaft; his cock hung down slightly because it had to. The simple physics between gravity and the flesh and blood that made up his manhood required the slope. "Have you ever touched another man's dick?" I nodded. I had, but it was so many years ago, and I was so young. "Yeah." I said. "In middle school. My friend Jack." "Did you just touch it?" I shook my head. "No," I said. "What else did you boys do?" "I," I started. "I. I sucked his dick as well." "Nice. So, you're an experienced cocksucker?" "Well. It was only once." "Only once?" Rod asked. I had only just met Rod. We had known each other for less than an hour, and he was pulling out some of my deepest memories. I hadn't told anyone what had happened that night. How we had explored each other’s bodies. How I had sucked on Jack's dick. How he had cum in my mouth. How I had swallowed it, and how, afterwards, he had called me a disgusting cocksucker. "Yeah, he moved away a few weeks later." "That was convenient," Rod said. "But still. I bet that means you've still sucked more dick than your roommate." Rod had an arm wrapped around me. I felt safe in his arms, safe enough to be telling him all of these things and still be playing with his dick. Even with the noises of the party coming out from the open doors, and the lights of the city spread out in front of us, it felt like it was just the two of us, sharing an intimate moment. Yes, it was an intimate moment between two men, but it felt so natural to me. This moment would be our secret. I didn't have to worry about anyone finding out, and it would just be this one evening. I wouldn't have to do it ever again. "I suppose you are right," I said. "Damn, your dick is big." At its core, it was a simple tube, evolved over millions of years to inject his semen deep into his partner. But that masked the complexity that even the slightest touch revealed. There was the soft, warm skin over the hard shaft. The beauty of his cockhead, and the drip of pre-cum forming at the tip. I didn't want to stop fondling it and playing with it. His massive cock was our toy, something we could share and use it to bring pleasure to him. "You like it?" he asked me. I nodded in agreement, scared at what I might say if I opened my mouth. "Look at how hard you've gotten in," Rod continued. With his free hand, he held it up, showing it off to me. "Bigger than mine," I finally said. "Don't worry about that," Rod said. He pushed down my white underwear, finally freeing my dick from its fabric prison. He stroked the length of it, pushing me to a full, hard erection. "It's more than big enough for me." He leaned in and kissed me. "It's a beautiful cock." "Thanks," I said, blushing a bit. We were now almost completely naked, our pants around our ankles, and our erect dicks sticking out in front of us. If Rod's cock curved up and mine curved down, they would have touched. But instead, they just barely missed each other. "Come on," Rod said. "Let's get out of these clothes." He took off his shoes and socks and stepped out of his pants in a smooth, practiced motion. On the other hand, I felt like an ungainly teenager again, fumbling with my shoes, then my socks, and finally nearly falling over as I tried to dis-entangle myself from my pants and underwear. If Rod had any thoughts at my awkward movements, he mercifully did not say anything. "That's much better," Rod said, pulling me back against him. We were naked now, and our touch was no longer accidental contact between two men. This wasn't the fumbling exploration with Jack, but the expert guidance of an experienced man. I wanted more; it seemed impossible, but my dick got harder. Rod felt it grow. "Much better," he continued. "How are you doing?" "Good," I said. "Really good." "You really haven't done this before, have you?" he asked me. There was no judgment in his voice. "No," I said. "Never." "Just let me know if you want to stop." "I will. But don't stop. So far, it's all good." This time, I took the initiative. I leaned in and kissed him. He opened his mouth and let my tongue enter. If I were honest with myself, I had occasionally stared at guys in the locker room, or wondered what a particularly handsome man looked like naked. But I had always told myself I wasn't like that. I had always dated girls, and enjoyed that. But now there was this. It was just as fun as fooling around with a girl. It was almost more fun. Plus, it didn't feel weird at all. It felt perfectly natural to have another man's erect penis pressed against me, and to be making out with him. "Good," Rod said. "I'm having fun too." We continued to kiss, oblivious to everything around us. If anyone from the party looked out on the patio, they would have seen us, naked, making out. But somehow, it seemed unlikely that someone would look at us, and even more remote that they would care. Aiden hadn't been bothered at all when Rod and I made out in the car, and I didn't think any of the other men at the party would be concerned either. "You've never had sex with another man, have you?" "No," I said. "As I said. Just sucking cock." "Still a lot of fun," Rod said. "And there's a lot we can do without even having sex." "Oh?" I asked. There was a devilish grin on Rod's face. "You need to show me." "Of course," he said. He was enjoying this, showing me all these new ways to enjoy a man's body. "Have you ever been rimmed before?" "Rimmed?" I asked. "What's that?" "I guess I know the answer now. Grab the railing. Bend over. Don't worry. I know what I am doing." I turned around, grabbed the railing, and did as Rod told me. In front of me, I could see the lights of the city, spread out like a twinkling beacon of a brilliant future.

I can't remember exactly but the hottest scene I had was when I was in Key West. I had hooked up with this guy at my guesthouse. He, his friend, and I went to some bar. He used me to recycle his beer. I have no idea how he knew I was into piss.

I've been meaning to write this story out for awhile, it might be similar to a lot of stories already on here, but I wanted to put my personal spin on it. Bear with me, this is just the first part of this fiction, more will follow. Revenge I waited until Joey got in the shower before I grabbed his phone from the bedside table. My boyfriend had been hiding something from me and I was determined to find out what that was. He had been sidestepping questions and overall I got this feeling like he wasn't where he said he was when I texted him. I looked at the pass code lock on his phone and typed in his combination, having seen him enter it when we snuggled on the couch. For someone with something to hide, he could have made it harder to snoop through his phone. I swiped through his screens and cringed at how many random games and one-time use apps there were with no organization or folders. Among all that, I found he still had Grindr on his phone. I thought about whether or not I had ever heard that telltale yone go off while we were together and I couldn't remember ever hearing any sound, it was always on vibrate. I opened the app and went to his recent messages and while there weren't any new ones I saw that he was messaging someone as recent as this morning. I read through the thread and saw that they had hooked up that day while I was at work. I was livid as I read more and read through the other messages to find he was hooking up with guys at least twice a week and it seemed like a different guy each week. I suppose I should have taken it as some sort of consolation that he was using condoms because he always demanded them - even with me, but I just couldn't get over the fact that he lied about being monogamous for the year and a half we were together. I thought about how I might have been alright with having an open relationship if we had simply discussed it. We could have brought in a third guy or had an orgy. I started to get hard thinking about that and had to shake my head to focus on the problem. I looked at Joey's profile: discreet, masc/ddf safe and NEG only, no flakes. I shook my head and closed the app, making sure to put his phone right where I found it. Joey was still in the shower, but I didn't want to risk getting caught snooping. I thought about what I'd discovered and briefly considered confronting him about it, but I didn't feel like that would be enough. I thought about cheating myself to get even, but I would have to sleep with a man every night for month just to come close to his number. Thinking about going behind Joey's back made me hard again, just as he came out of the bathroom. "Hey baby, " he said as he strut over to me nude and steaming from his shower. Joey was sexy, 5'8" tall, white, and thick like a wrestler. He crawled across the bed to my 6' athletic latin frame. I admit I was getting a little chubby and thought maybe that was why he cheated and it made me angry. "Looks like you could use a hand," he growled softly as his hand stroked the outline of my uncut cock in my sweats. I briefly considered pushing him away, but I didn't want to come up with some lame excuse to cover up my newfound knowledge. Without a word, I pulled down my sweats and let my 7 inch cock stand to attention. I reached over to his head and pulled down, giving the signal for head. He licked at my skin covered head and slowly went down until I hit the back of his throat. There was still an inch to go so without warning I thrust in and out, forcing him to take more. He gagged and tried to push back but I held on tight and kept up the pressure until he coughed and sputtered for air. I let him up just a bit to catch his breath, but didn't let go of his head. Before he could sit up and yell at me, I pushed my dick back in his mouth and face fucked him. Being more prepared, he relaxed his throat enough for me to slap my balls against his lips. I thrust in and few more times and felt my cum rising. I pulled out and slapped my dick on his face and moved to stand up before I came. "Damn baby, that was hot" he managed to say after getting his breath. "Where did that come from?" "I had a stressful day," I lied. I moved behind him and rubbed his hole with my finger. The same hole someone was fucking that morning. "I was thinking, can I finally fuck you raw tonight?" "Andy, you know how I feel about that," he replied. "I know we've been exclusive but I just don't feel right yet." I didn't feel right about him lying right to my face just then, but I didn't say anything. I just walked over to the nightstand and grabbed a condom so I could fuck my frustration out on him. I lubed up my cock and slid into his waiting hole, realizing how much I wanted to bareback him. I thought about my cum leaking out of his hole and it made me rock hard, but I knew he wouldn't dare let anyone fuck him raw, not even me. I grabbed his nips and squeezed them as I thrust my dick all the way into him. He bucked up and squealed like a pig. I'd never been that rough with him before. "Fuck, baby that hurt" he cried. I smacked his ass in response and slid almost all the way out and back in again. His moan told me he was more prepared this time. Little slut, I thought. Of course he would get be used to my dick now. Getting fucked earlier today loosened him up. I started thinking of that guy he messaged fucking him raw and that sent a wave of pleasure through me. I wanted to see Joey flooded with cum, even if it wasn't mine. He was so worried about HIV and I thought about how it would be his just desserts if he were pozzed when cheating on me. That last thought of Joey filled with poz cum sent me over the edge. I thrust into him as hard as I could, four angry thrusts until I came. I pulled out and slid the condom off, tying off one end and putting it in the trash. Joey panted as he pushed himself up off the bed. It seemed he had cum on the sheets, the sticky substance showing on his stomach. "Wow, that was the best fuck we've had" he said. I smiled at him and nodded. It was true. I hadn't cum like that in a year, and what set it off was the thought of pozzing him.

Dad’s Basement Part One OFF LIMITS !!!! That’s how it always was, no one had access to the basement except Dad. Growing up I used to imagine that he was a mad scientist and it was his laboratory where he conducted hair raising experiments. As I got older, my thoughts changed - was it his private gym - he was built, but I knew he went to a gym early in the morning - hell I even went with him quite a few times. My mind always wondered, but I never had the chance to go down —— until now. Here it was my eighteenth birthday, I was home alone, which was the norm since Mom ran off with some man she met on the internet when I was starting my teen years and has not been heard from since. It was when I was heading to the kitchen to get my breakfast, that I saw it. The basement door was open, not wide open, but just enough to know someone could go down there. Stomach be damned, my curiosity was strong than my hunger at this point. I had to see what was down there. “Dad, are you home?” I yelled. No response. I made my way to the laundry room, which accessed the garage and saw that his truck was gone. My stomach groaned - not from hunger, but nerves. I made my way through the house, looking for my Dad. I wanted to make sure I was home alone. I was still scared of getting caught in the “forbidden basement.” He was no where to be found in the house, but that doesn’t mean he wasn’t hiding some where. Fuck I can’t believe I would think that my own Dad would set me up. I had to make sure. Grabbing my cell, I dialed Dad’s number, he quickly answered after one ring, was he waiting for this call. Was this a set up? “Morning Squirt, what’s up?” he said. Squirt - the nickname he knew I hated, yet called me that when it was just the two of us. “Dad, do you want me to do the yard today?” I asked “It’s your birthday and you want to do yard work? We can do it this weekend, together. Any more silly questions or can I get back to my work so I can be home on time?” he replied. “Yeah, are you coming home early or what, like you said it is my birthday.” “Right now, Squirt, it looks like normal time. Got any other pressing questions?” “Nah, I’m good” I replied. "Bye, Dad.” I hung up and quickly made my way to the basement door. In my mind I expected it to be closed and locked, thinking it was all a trick of my mind. Without knowing it I held my breathe as I made my way to the door, only to slowly release it seeing that the door was still a jar. Nervously, I slowly pushed the door open, exposing the darkened stairs which lead to the mysterious basement below. I squinted my eyes to see if I could see anything in the darkness below. Nothing! That first step was the hardest, I had always known I was not allowed down here, but with finding the door opened I could not help but break the rule. I felt the way to see if I could find a switch to illuminate the mystery, nothing. Another what the fuck? I slowly descended the stairs until I was at the bottom. The nerves in my stomach were twitching so bad that I thought I was going to throw up. I was frozen to the floor, as my hands explored the walls, searching for a light switch. It wasn't long until I found one. I closed my eyes and flipped it, as I thought “let there be light.” At that moment, I wondered if this is really what I wanted. Did I want to know my Dad’s secret? I slowly opened my eyes, finding the room flooded with a red light. The walls were darkly painted and if I were to guess they were black. There was symbols painted on they walls with phrases under them. The one that was the biggest and stood out the most was a circle like symbol, that I had seen somewhere before, but did not know where, and had the phrase under it that said “TOXIC FOR LIFE” Else where there were sayings like “no load refused,” “Seed belongs in holes,” and “gifting is the way” - and more. I didn’t under stand. I slowly moved inwards, noticing a leather pad hanging from chains in one corner, two padded “saw horses” in the middle of the room. What the fuck is this place, I thought. It’s not a gym, because I have never seen equipment like this. As I made my way back, I saw that tucked under the stairs was an open shower area, with white tiles and three heads and two drains. I still didn’t understand. I passed out of that room and into another. The room was painted just like the other, with more phrases. The only different was the symbol, this time there was a huge scorpion on the wall, freaky as shit and ugly as hell. Under the big scorpion was shelves with little brown bottles on them, as well as what looked like plastic bottles filled with a clear liquid. I racked my mind trying to figure out what this shit was and what it was used for. From where I was standing there was a darkened opening to my left and one to my right, leading off to who knows where and what. Being adventurous, I went to the left, it was dark inside so I felt my way. I bumped into the a wall in front of me, but felt an opening to my right, so I turned and continued. I bumped and turned many times again. Shit this was some kind of maze. I panicked, I tried to remember which way I turned and went. What if I get trapped in here and Dad finds me here. I turned and moved, finding relief when I found the opening to get out. I have to be more careful. I discovered nothing with that adventure, so I decided to head to the other opening I went across the room and into through the other opening to find a wall blocking me, but with openings on the left and right. I went left only to find that this lead me to a room with another wall that went completely across the room. I walked to my right keeping a distance from the new wall with my hand on the wall that I first came to. I saw that there was three holes in the wall, which allowed light to come through. I gathered my courage and crossed the room to the middle hole, to discover that the hole came up to about my crotch. I slowly squatted down and looked through the hole - only to see the outside door to the left, which was letting in the light from out side through the frosted windows. I didn’t understand any of this. I went back out and look around the big room again, I failed to notice more shelves holding more brown bottles and plastic squeeze bottles. In each corner was a TV, hung high near the ceiling. As I got back to the stairs, I realized there was another opening on the wall with the light switch. It was still dark inside, so I reached around inside trying to find the new room’s light switch. A musty smell invaded my nostrils, rousing my curiosity, as well as my cock. Why was I turned on by this smell. Moments later I found the switch and found this room was a locker room. The lockers formed a square in the center, yet none were on the outer walls. Entering I found why. There were hundreds of used jocks nailed to the wall with pictures under them. The jocks were stained, some a bright yellow, some creamy, some very dark yellow. I lifted one of the jocks to look at the picture. It was of a naked man who’s cock was hard as a rock, my guess the owner of the jock. I lifted the picture up, to find a name, date, and what looked like a code - numbers mixed with three letters in the middle. Looking around I could see that three walls were almost covered with jocks. The fourth was bare. At this point I wanted out of the basement. I had so many questions, yet I found that I didn’t want to seek the answers to them. Switching off the lights I made my way I back upstairs, climbed them and put the basement door like I found it. My mind was racing - what the fuck was that shit downstairs and what did it all mean. Confused, I wanted answers, but again I didn’t. Was I really suppose to see this? Did Dad make a mistake? I went to my room, grabbed my laptop, determined to find out what all this was, even if it took all day. I logged in and had an email from my Dad pop up on my desk top. It’s subject line was “BASEMENT” - I forgo my searching to read this. It read: Squirt, I left the basement open for you today. It is time you found out what the secret is. It was after your call that I knew you were going to head down there. So here is what I do down there. I SUCK DICK, GET MY DICK SUCKED, FUCK ASS AND GET MY ASS FUCKED. I can only put it bluntly. Yes, son I am a faggot, cocksucker, or if you want me to be pc - I am gay. I built the basement as a sex club for men like me. We get together as much as possible to have sex. There is a sling hanging from the ceiling, fuck benches, a maze with glory holes, and a glory hole wall to suck cock from people not in our “Club.” I have well stocked it will lube and poppers (you snort to get a rush - not drugs), the TV’s are for porn. I am sure you are wondering what are on the walls. Son, we are a Poz Fuck Club, each of the members is HIV positive and each man enjoys passing his strain to others. We do not let loads of cum go to waste - we swallow and we breed. The jocks and pictures are of men who had been converted by our club members. I know this may shock you, that your Dad is a toxic cock slut, but after discovering what you were watching on line, I thought it was time for you to know, learn and maybe join in (this part makes my cock hard) Don’t be embarrassed - I want you to be open about sex even with me. I will be open with you. We will talk more when I get home. Happy Birthday Son Love ya, Dad I read the email over and over. He knew what I watched on line. I was so scared that if he ever discovered my secret, it would either scare him or anger him, not turn him on. I needed to talk my mind off him and the basement until he got home. So I headed to the living room to watch movies until he got home.

Hey guys. It's been awhile since I've written anything. I've been thinking a lot about writing a story that fictionalizes the path of the character in Chaser, The Short Film. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1yrN_Zkay2Y I think it's one of the hottest things I've ever seen in my life. I've jerked off to it dozens of times. I relate so much to the main character in the film. See my mostly autobiographical series: https://breeding.zone/topic/32372-safe-sex-boy-turns-cumdump/. I've sketched out an outline, but I only really want to do it if y'all want to read about it. I hesitate because so many of you didn't like the movie. Let me know. If y'all are for it, then I'll continue using this thread.

1. Aiden I first saw Jay on a Friday night, early October. I was out at a club, standing by the side of the dance floor, watching the endless parade of bright young things. Tonight, it seemed a little more college boys, a little less desperate twenty-something actors. I didn't really care that much about the crowd. It was a mixed night, and I was already too busy defending myself against horny drunk girls, much less trying to separate the gay boys from the straight men. But first, I should probably back up and introduce myself. I'm Aiden. I'm fifty years old, and I've been in that other industry since I was twenty. We never call it anything other than "The Industry," if we even call it anything at all. Activists might call it "sex work" in an effort to give it legitimacy or make it seem more glamorous than it really is. But there is nothing glamorous about the life of a boy selling his body. In order to survive, you must become someone not quite human. You must become a creature who just enacts the core human emotions like empathy, love, and care. You can't survive with real emotions. I was one of the lucky ones. I grew up and graduated. I'm no longer one of the boys. I'm a pimp, and now I get to own the boys. It's not an accident that we call it owning; it's about as close to slavery as it gets these days. It sounds cruel, but I believe it is better this way. It's easier on the boys in the long run if they understand that they are possessions, things to be bought and sold, passed around and shared. The entire process is easier for a bottom, of course. They already understand that they are just vessels for another man's pleasure. Yeah, I said man there. It's a straight boy's fantasy to be paid by women for sex. It. Does. Not. Happen. For men, the Industry is only about man on man, and the sooner a so-called straight boy figures that out, the better for him. In the Industry, we call that process "breaking a boy." The best of us pimps can do it in our sleep. Once you get the hang of it, it's easy, and for me, it came naturally. Of course, it's never easy for the boy. It is always a struggle for a boy to accept his position in the Industry. Back to the night at hand. I had a vodka and cranberry in my hand; I had been nursing it slowly enough that the ice had melted, leaving it weak and watery. I was waiting for the boys to start to approach me. It might take a second or third drink, but they always did. They might claim to be straight, but it didn't matter. Straight boys don't approach fifty year old men in a club. Only gay boys do, and those are only the ones with serious daddy issues. Jay approached me right as I was thinking about ditching my drink and getting another one. The first thing I noticed was his glasses. It was unusual to see a guy out at the club with glasses, much less the striking blue frames he had on. The second thing I noticed was that he was holding a drink. I wondered how he had gotten the drink; he barely looked old enough to fuck, much less to be able to get a drink. No doubt he had a fake ID. Before I got him naked, I'd have to see his real ID. "Hi," he said. "Hi," I replied. I smiled, letting him see my teeth. "Having a good night?" "Yeah," he said. "First time here. It's great." "Cool. I'm Aiden," I said. "Jay," he replied. He held out his hand, and I shook it. His skin was soft and warm. He had an easy life and hadn't gained the rough skin and calluses of manual labor. "You here alone? Or are you with friends?" "I was here with friends. But I seem to have lost them." He looked around again, in a feeble effort to find them amidst the crowd. "I was talking to a girl, and I guess they moved on." I tried not to laugh. He may have been talking to a girl, but that wasn't what he really needed. "Cool. What happened to her? She still around?" "Somewhere," he said, looking around the club again. He focused on the dance floor, and pointed someone out. "There she is. The Asian chick." I followed his finger the best I could. There was a cute Asian girl; dressed in a way that screamed money. I looked Jay over again. She wasn't completely out of his league. At about 6'1", he was a few inches taller than me and his tight graphic t-shirt showed off his muscular body well. But, even from the few words we had exchanged, I could tell he was still young, naive and unfamiliar with talking to girls. "She's cute," I said. "You like Asian girls?" "I dunno," he said. "It all depends on the girl." "What do you like?" "Oh. You know. A little shorter than me. Not too big. Not really a breast man." Or, I thought, he likes his girls boyish. It was already clear that he liked his men to be daddies. "I need another drink," I said. "You want one?" "Yeah, that would be great." "This way," I said. He followed me to the bar. "How long have you been in LA?" I asked as we got in line. "A little over a month," he said. "I'm a freshman at USC." I wasn't surprised. He had the good looks of someone who had spent his entire life never worrying about money. He anticipated my next question. "I grew up outside of Denver." He also had the rugged build of someone for whom the outdoors was easy to get to. "What about you?" "Been here for too long," I said. "Moved here when I was eighteen. Grew up in rural Missouri." I didn't want to give too many details. It was my job to know everything about his life; it was just as important that I remain an enigma to Jay. "What do you do?" "I work in the industry." He didn't need to know which industry it was; I knew he would assume it was the entertainment industry. That was not too far from the truth. "Oh cool. I want to be a producer." "A lot of my good friends do that." Despite changes in social mores, Hollywood was still surprisingly old-fashioned. At least once a week, a producer would call me needing a "new friend" for some celebrity needing some play time without the tabloids finding out. Or they wanted something more reliable than what they could find themselves. The line was moving quicker than I expected. It wasn't long before we were nearly there. "What are you drinking?" I asked. "Are you even old enough to be drinking?" "Well. My ID says I am. And it's a vodka and soda." "Good answer," I said. "For both." I'd really have to see his ID before anything happened. I didn't worry about alcohol. No one would prosecute for just giving an under-age kid a drink. But sex, well, that was a totally different story. "Two Grey Goose and soda." "Nice," Jay said. "Been drinking well tonight." This was almost like shooting fish in a barrel. I would show him a little bit of the good life, and get him used to it. "I'm here on a scholarship," he continued. He had pulled it off well. But then I looked him over again. The subtle flaws that I had missed when I had first examined him were obvious now that I knew to look for them. The shirt, although fashionable, had the awkward drape I associated with a knock-off. His glasses were the same: the color wasn't perfect, and there were some hard edges to the design that I associated with a cheap chain store. Call it Lenscrafters chic. The barrel just got smaller, and the fish bigger. It would be easier than I expected. I handed him his drink. "Cheers," I said. He didn't flinch from my gaze as we clinked glasses. "To success," I said, not specifying what success constituted. I was already running through a list of old friends of mine who would want to have first crack at the young man's ass. "Success," he replied. He was smiling; I wondered what success meant for him tonight. In the end, it didn't really matter what he wanted. So much of what I was going to do with him was going to be about teaching him what he wanted. Yeah, there would always be that initial spark of desire from him; he had shown it in spades. But there was a lot I was going to get to teach him, and in turn, mold it into a core part of not just his sexuality, but also his own identity. We took a sip of our drink, and scanned the crowd. It was a busy night, and on the dance floor, beautiful members of both sexes were out having a good time. As the night wore on, more of the boys were shirtless. Not only that, more of them no longer cared who they were grinding against. It could have been a girl, it could have been a boy. "Fun night," Jay continued. I nodded in agreement. My pocket buzzed. The vibration was just enough to set off my dick. I had been keeping my thoughts high and abstract. But the sudden stimulation jerked me back to the present, and I wondered what his green eyes would look like, staring up at me as his lips were wrapped around my cock. "One second," I said, and pulled out my phone. "Crystal ParTy tonight," it began. It was from my friend ****, who was just as his messages. "One am. Intercontinental, Rm 1902. Bring yourself. Bring a good boy. Bring a friend." "Looking forward. I've got both." I texted back. "$ounds good. eVeryThing covered here." My dick throbbed again. Jay was going to get quite the introduction tonight. I turned to the young man, even if it meant looking up at him. "Friend is having a party. Wanna come with me?" "Where?" he asked, but even in the dim light, his pupils dilated enough to be noticed. "Downtown. I'll get us an Uber." "Awesome," he said. He moved a little closer to me and his lips pursed slightly at the end, like he was waiting for a kiss. Unfortunately, the moment passed. I knew what I needed to do. "Follow me," I said, drinking down the rest of my drink quickly. He followed, gulping down the stiff drink. If I had timed it right, we'd be in the car when the alcohol hit him. "First, text your friends where you're going. Party at the intercontinental hotel." I pulled out the phone again, and held it in front of us. "Quick selfie. My friend wants to see you." I'd also use it to run a fast auction of first breeding rights. The first one turned out perfect, and then Jay wanted one as well. He took a few before the deciding on the best one. "Memories of a fun night," he said. "Hopefully, it is just beginning, I said. "You should send it to your friend as well, so they know I'm not a psycho creeper." I could see him blush, but again, he also moved closer to me. He quickly texted someone. I was close enough I could read the text. "New friend I met. Invited me to a party downtown. See you tomorrow." "Thanks," Jay said, as he hit send. "For thinking of me. I wouldn't have even thought about it." I wondered what his friends would think of the picture. A young man and a much older man. My beard, although still thick, was more silver than brown now, and the wrinkles on my face were becoming more prominent. But perhaps they had already figured out what Jay was just discovering. "It's fine," I said. I didn't tell him how this was an important part of the process. He needed to trust me, to think that I put him first and looked out for his best interests. But I only looked out for my interests. "It's fun to party and meet new people. But remember, not everyone is on the up and up. Not everyone has your best interests at heart." Just like me, I thought. I didn't have to worry about his friends knowing I had taken him somewhere. By the time things got really dangerous, he'd be begging me for it. The best times, they begged me to drug them, to breed them, to infect them. "One second," I said, as I sent a quick text attached to the picture of the two of us. "Fresh meat. Tonight only. Bidding starts at two." I sent it to three of my old friends, Rod, Steven, and Alex. Each of them had a fondness for younger boys, and each of them absolutely loved the idea of deflowering a freshly-minted man. "200," Rod texted back. A few seconds later, Steven replied. "250." "Wanna head out?" I asked Jay. "We can get a cab there." "Sure," he said. I walked towards the exit. I made it a point not to turn around for the first few steps. I knew he would follow me, and he did. He kept close enough to me that I could feel his body heat. I turned around at the steps down off the dance floor. "Need some help," I asked and offered him my hand. He nodded, and I helped him down on to the sticky concrete floor. I thought I detected just the hint of a stagger; the alcohol was just beginning to hit. Hopefully the full rush wouldn't be far off. I had taken the side exit, right by the exit no one knew about. It was just a few steps before we were out in the warm night. "I'll get a uber," I said, and pulled out my phone again. I called for a car, then check the many messages I had received. The bidding was going nicely. "300," then "350", and then "400", quickly followed by "500." In just a few messages, it jumped to 750, and it now was at 90. That one had come in just a few minutes ago. As I unlocked the phone a new message came in. It was from Rod. "1300, with pozzing privileges." There were two things Rod loved more than anything. The first was deflowering young men. The second was infecting them with HIV. "Pozzing is on the table? 1500." Steven also loved spreading his virus. "Hell yeah. 1750," Alex sent me. Alex also enjoyed sharing his virus. My old friends were twisted, nasty men. "2000," Steven replied. "2500," Rod answered back. Jay was going to make me a lot of money, and it wasn't even his first official day on the job. "I'm out," Alex texted the four of us. "Me too. Rod's a lucky pervert," Steven wrote back. "You win," I texted Rod. "I'll swing by and pick you up." "Sounds good to me." I checked the app. The car was still about five minutes away. "Five minutes," I said to Jay. We had stepped out onto a side street and it was dark and quiet. Despite being right in the middle of the busy section, we felt quite alone. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my keys and wallet. From my wallet, I extracted a small bag of white powder. "You ever had a skiing trip?" I asked, indicating the bag. "Skiing?" Jay replied, his face showing his confusion. "You know. Cocaine. Coke." I put the wallet away, and used the key to my front door to scoop up a little mound of the white powder. I snorted it quickly. "Fuck, that feels good." I rubbed my nose quickly. "You want to try?" "I...I...I dunno. Never done it before." He hesitated, but kept on watching me. He was interested, I could tell. "I mean. What's it like?" "You smoked pot?" He nodded. "Anything else?" I asked. "Yeah, molly sometimes." "That's good. It's like molly. Only you're stronger. You're fearless." "I just," he started, but never completed the thought. "Just one hit," I said. "See if you like it. Don't worry. You won't get addicted from one little bump." "You sure?" he asked. I nodded. I also stuck the key back in the bag and pulled out another bump. It was smaller than the one I had done, but for a beginner, it was still plenty large enough. "I mean, I can just..." "Try it?" I said, finishing his sentence. He nodded. "Yeah. You should." I held out the key with its white payload. "Just snort it up." Jay leaned in, pushed a finger against one nostril, and snorted. He snorted a bit longer than necessary. "Damn," he said, right after. "That burns." He trailed off just as an uncontrollable smile of bliss emerged on his face. "But, fuck." He trailed off again, lost in his little private world of pleasure as the cocaine got absorbed by his blood, and delivered to his brain. "It's nice. Just relax. Cab is almost here. If you want, you can do another bump when we're on our way." "Yeah," Jay said. "That's a good idea. This is nice." Another euphoric moan of contentment. "Thanks. Really nice." "Enjoy it," I said. I pulled out my phone. "The boy need any vitamin G?" Rod had texted me. "Why the fuck not?" I wrote back quickly. I turned my attention back to Jay. "A friend of mine wants to join us. Gonna swing by his place, if that's cool." "Oh, yeah, that's cool." Jay was still spinning a bit from the cocaine. My dick twitched, watching Jay ride the first waves of the high. The ease of convincing him to use cocaine meant that all the next steps would be easy. It would not be long before Rod's thick, infected dick was deep inside of him, dripping toxic pre-cum. A white Prius pulled up. I checked the plates; not that I needed to, it was the epitome of Uber-ness. "Here's our ride," I said. I opened the door for Jay. He got in, but I still had to help him. I crawled in after him, as he scooted over to the far side. "9255 Doheny. The tall one." Rod was only about fifteen minutes away. "Good night?" I asked, as we pulled away and into the warm California night. "Yeah," he said. "Pretty busy." I pulled out the baggie, and Jay scooted a bit closer to me. "You mind?" I asked. "Nah. Have fun." "You want?" I asked. "Damn, I wish. I but I gotta drive." I scooped out a big mound. Jay's naiveté was once more working in my favor. He had no idea about doses, much less what his dose should be. The mound was big, perhaps a little bigger than even I would want to start with. It would be just right for Jay. "For you," I said. "Fuck," Jay said, eyeing the mound. He knew it was larger than his last bump, but he had no measure for how it would affect him. "Yeah," he grunted as he leaned in and snorted the mound. "OH. FUCK," he said out, filling the interior of the small cars with his grunts of pleasure. "Newbie?" the driver asked. "Yeah," I said. I scraped another bump, not quite as big as Jay's, and did it. I took a look at Jay; his eyes were wide, and I knew he was flying. I was just nicely buzzed; I would wait for the party before I got properly high. Besides, Rod had promised a bit of G, and I had to be the responsible adult, taking care of Jay. "Doing ok there, Jay?" I asked him. "Oh yeah," he said. "Feels so good," he said. I smiled, and put my hand on his thigh. He was fidgeting a bit, and I held his leg in place. "Just relax. Enjoy it. Don't worry, I'll make sure it's good." "I know," Jay said. His leg stopped shaking, but I could feel the tension still in his body. "It's just hard," he started. "To let go?" I asked, anticipating his next words. "Yeah," he said. I just nodded in agreement. My own bump was kicking in, and I was floating on waves of pleasure. I wanted to see Jay naked. I wanted to see cock sliding into his hole. I wanted to see him bred. But all that needed to wait. It just needed to wait a few agonizing minutes. The traffic was surprisingly light and we were doing good time towards Rod's place. It gave me an excuse; I pulled out my phone and called him. "Yeah. Almost there. Less than 5 away. We'll be downstairs," I said. "I've got the Vitamin G. Mixed it in some Gatorade," Rod said. That was what Jay couldn't hear. "Yeah, bring that. We need something to drink," I said. That was the part that Jay could hear. "See you soon." "That your friend?" Jay asked. "What's he like? What's his name again?" "Rod. Rod Eisenman," I said. I flicked through my phone, trying to find a picture of Rod suitable to show the young man. Most of them were him fucking some hot young boy's mouth or ass. "He's cool. I think you'll like him." I finally found one, him shirtless at some street fair, a pair of thin black suspenders holding up his pants. Whether it was intentional or not, I noticed the top button of his pants was undone. "He looks like a cool dad. The one you can't quite believe is actually a dad." "Yeah, that's a good way to describe him." We were pulling up to Rod's place. "Just pull in under the awning." There was no one else, so I figured we would wait. I rolled down the window to see out better. It was less than a minute before Rod walked out of the front door, a small backpack slung over his shoulder. In addition to the G-laced Gatorade, it would have some lube, a cockring or two, plus a pipe and a stash of tina. Rod was prepared for everything, except for safer sex. He walked around, and got in on Jay's side of the car. Jay got the middle seat. "Hi," Rod said. "I'm Rod. You must be Jay." Rod put the backpack on the floor in front of him. "Yeah, I'm Jay. Nice to meet you." "Good to meet you too. Aiden's been telling me a bit about you." "All set?" I asked Rod and Jay. They both nodded. "W hotel. On the boulevard," I told the driver. "Right on," he said. Rod reached down into the bag, and pulled out a bottle of Gatorade. "Ready for your Vitamin G?" "I'm definitely ready," I said. "And I'm sure Jay will want some. How much is in there?" "I put in three doses." "Perfect," I said. I reached over Jay, and took the bottle of Gatorade from Rod. I opened it and began to drink the sweet liquid. I could just barely taste the bitterness of the GHB. "Vitamin G? Doses?" Jay asked. The alcohol was wearing off, but the cocaine was still making his head spin. "What's that." "Oh," Rod said. "Just some G in the Gatorade. You done it before?" Jay shook his head no. It was one more new thing for Jay to explore this weekend. "You'll love it. Makes you feel warm and happy. Takes the edge off of the cocaine." I drank about a third of the bottle and then I passed it back to Rod. He quickly drank his third, before handing it to Jay. "Your turn. Just drink up," Rod said. The young man hesitated for a moment. Like I had earlier, Rod put his hand on Jay's leg. "Come on. We are all in this together. We'll look out for you." It was as much the tone as the content of Rod's words that got Jay to put the bottle back to his lips and gulp down. "Nice," Rod said. I noticed he hadn't taken his hand off of Jay's thigh. I didn't mind. Rod was paying over two thousand dollars for the pleasure of deflowering Jay. It was bad service to deny him the implicit pleasures of holding the boy's hand. Besides, as soon as Jay was done with the bottle he put his hand on top of Rod's. "How are you feeling?" Rod asked Jay. There was a kindness in his voice, one that I recognized well. It was the tone he used when he was trying to convince a boy to do things. Things like have bareback sex with him or to blast his seed into the boy's body. "Good," Jay said. "Really good." "That's what we want to hear," Rod said. "How do you know Aiden?" he asked, making small chat as the car took us to the night's next destination. "Just tonight," Jay said. "But he's been really awesome." "Of course. He's a cool guy. You're lucky to have met him." Jay's hand was still on top of Rod's. "How old are you?" Rod asked. "18," Jay said. "I'm a freshman." "How has the adjustment been?" Rod asked. "Good?" "Yeah. Still trying to meet people." "Aiden's a good one for meeting people. He'll introduce you to a lot of new friends." I smiled. "Friends" was our code for clients. Rod was a "new friend" for Jay. "I know. He's already introduced me to you." "You feeling it yet? The G?" Rod asked. "I think so," Jay said. "How are you feeling?" "Warm," Jay started. We rounded a corner fast than I expected, and not being belted in, Jay was pushed up against Rod. "Horny," I heard him whisper. Rod smiled. Jay leaned in, and their lips met. It was a short kiss, but it was a kiss. It wasn't an accident or the bumpy road. It was a real kiss, two men pressing their lips against each other. But it wasn't a long kiss. As soon as Jay realized what he had started, he pulled back. "Oh god, I'm sorry," he said.

When I was 22 and was in a committed relationship with a guy named Travis. We had been together a little over a year and at first it had been awesome: we'd fuck all the time and he'd pound my hole constantly, but after a while I was sad to admit I was bored having the same old sex with the same guy over and over again. I would constantly check-out hot guys I saw everywhere and would flirt non-stop at parties. Then I would fantasize about guys on whom I had crushes whenever Travis would fuck me. After a while, 'though, that stopped being enough. One day, I was desperate to get fucked by a new cock so I went to the local bathhouse hoping to find some action. I undressed, threw my stuff in a locker, and then started to wander with my towel around my waist. It wasn't long before I had several guys interested in me. I went up to the hottest one, a tall and toned white guy with dirty blonde hair, and started making out with him. I was in heaven. Eventually I pulled off his towel, revealing a nice thick eight-inch uncut cock that was rock hard. I immediately dropped to my knees and started blowing him. He was very aggressive and shoved his cock all the way into the back of my throat causing me to gag a little bit, but I loved every second of it. He then stopped fucking my face, pulled me up and pushed me against the wall and started grinding his cock in between my ass cheeks, asking me if I wanted his cock in my hole. I moaned and begged him to fuck me. Nothing else in the world mattered at that moment to me except that his thick cock fucked my hole. He spat on his hand, lubed-up his cock, and then slowly pushed it into my hole. I moaned and he started to go faster until he was furiously pounding away. This continued for about five minutes and then he pulled out, pushed me down on my knees, shoved his cock back in my mouth, and shot every drop of his cum down my throat. It was the most exhilarating fuck I had ever had, and knowing I had just cheated on Travis made it all the sweeter. Little did I know at the time that a friend of Travis' who frequented the bathhouses was there and recognized me as I was getting fucked bareback by the stud. Moreover, Travis' friend reported everything back to Travis, and Travis, to his credit, never let on to me that he knew for the next few days that he knew of my indiscretion - instead he plotted his revenge. Travis kept very quiet about it and kept to our normal routine, then a couple of days later I received a message on grindr and flirted with me hardcore. We exchanged dirty pics and messages back and forth for a while and eventually he convinced me to come meet him at his place for some fun. What he didn't tell me is that he was poz and a friend of Travis'. I showed up at his place and as soon as I walked in the door he grabbed me and started making out with me. He was incredibly hot: he was tall, with ginger-colored short-hair, a perfectly defined body and answered the door wearing nothing but some tight briefs which did very little to hide his very large cock. He pushed me up against the wall as he kissed me, pulled off my shirt and shorts leaving me in my underwear. I couldn't contain my self so I immediately dropped to my knees, whipped-out his cock, (which even though not fully hard, was a good eight inches), took it into my mouth and blew him. As his cock rose to its full hardness, I pull it out of my mouth, marveled at it and inquired "How big is that thing?" "Ten inches. Think you can take it all?" Without saying another word I immediately dove back down on it and sucked for all I was worth. I tried to get the whole thing in, but I can't manage it and gagged after about three-quarters was down my throat. "Nice try. Wanna see if your ass can handle it any better?" He asked. "Hell yeah." He led me into the bedroom and pushed me down on the bed on my back. "You don't mind taking it bareback, right?" he asked. "No, not as long as your negative. I have a boyfriend - I don't want to pass anything on to him" I replied. He chuckled saying "I'm neg, yeah. But you don't mind cheating on your boyfriend?" "For a cock like yours? Not at all" I answered as I pulled him down on top of me. With that he positioned himself in between my legs and furiously resumed making-out with me. He slid his cock up and down against my hole, teasing me. I keep trying to position myself so his cock head would catch in my hole. I was essentially begging him to fuck me. Finally he lubed-up himself and my ass, and then pressed his cock head against my hole. "You ready?" he asked, but without waiting for any answer he slammed the whole thing into me to the hilt. I cried-out in pain asking him to pull-out. "Nuh uh. You said you could handle it, so take this cock like the little bitch you are." And with that he commenced fucking me, sliding his big cock in and out of my hole. I continued to wince at the pain, but eventually I adjusted and start writhing in ecstasy begging him to fuck me - harder. He obliged my request and started to slam-fuck my hole, pulling almost all the way out and slamming all the way back in with each thrust. After a minute he mentioned that it looked he had torn me up a bit because a little bit of blood is coming out on his cock. He made the remark with a sly smile that I didn't understand, but in reality I didn't really care: his cock felt so good. The fucking intensified and he panted "You know how I said I was negative before?" "Yeah" I grunted. "I lied. Now take my POZ cum like the cheating little whore you are!" he yelled as he shot his load deep into my hole. He had me pinned underneath himself so I can't get out and he left his cock buried in me for a minute, presumably to make sure the load was absorbed. Finally, he pulled out, tossed my clothing at me and said "Maybe next time you'll think twice before cheating on one of my friends, you little cocksucker. Now get the fuck out of my house."

I was perusing through the Craigslist offerings when I came across one that was interesting. An Asian offering a free massage. I emailed some dick and body pics and asked if I could slip it in his hole as well. He responded that would be most welcome, if safe. I brought along lube and a special condom, just in case. The massage was nice and turned into me getting a blow job. Not wanting to cum in his mouth, I started playing with his thick dick and smooth hole. Eventually he got naked and as I ate his hole he bent over his massage table. After getting him sufficiently wet, I started entering him raw. When he got up to get poppers, I pulled out my lube and condom. He asked what I had and I showed him. When he came back with his poppers, I was stroking. We kissed, I got him turned around and on his haunches on the massage table. Thinking he knew I was condomless, I fucked and bred his very tight ass. He then noticed I didn't have on a condom and asked if I came in him. I said I had. He then wanted to know if I was clean. As I had showered, I answered affirmatively. Now I'm getting upset emails from him. Oh well. I got what I wanted: stealth breeding a safe sex bottom. Another notch!

Anyone else going to Gold at Club80 on August 13th? It's like Nud, only with heaps of piss play as well as the bareback breeding (seriously, I've never seen a condom used there :D). We could have our own breeding party, if everyone's interested, or we could just slut around. Entry is $38 for anyone interested. Make sure to mention that you're going to Gold (or 'downstairs') or they may think you are just going into the normal area, not the dungeon. August 13th @ 2PM @ Club80 (8-10 Peel St, Collingwood)

A few guys have asked about the many married guys I've fucked, so thought I would tell you about one of the most memorable. I was 18 and neg and was helping waiting tables at a hotel. This night they were holding a party for a wedding that had occurred earlier in the day. The hotel had us wearing real tight trousers and with my size even I thought it was obscene. I noticed the groom looking at my crotch more and more as he drank and the night went on. After a few hours I followed him to the bathroom where he was standing at the urinals. I stood next to him and by then I was boned solid. He was real hot looking, dark and masculine. He looked at my bone so I leaned over and pulled his hand on to it. I knew then I wanted to fuck him. We went into a stall and sucked each other. Then I worked my way into his ass. I knew the fuck couldn't go on for long as we would both be missed. After a few minutes I shot my load into his ass whilst he shot all over the floor. As soon as I pulled out, he pulled up his trousers and left, all embarrassed and guilty looking. He never looked again the whole night, but I enjoyed the thought that he had my load deep in his ass as he sat there.

Converted in March 2017 during a trip to the US. I'm guessing it happened that one night I took 11 poz loads (pic of me squirting out what was left of the loads the next morning below) ....but then who knows, it could have happened any night that trip. Sure was a fun trip Came down with the fuck flu early April and knew I had to be poz. Test in April confirmed my suspicions. Detectable and not on meds.

There are image editing apps for smart phones. They can help reduce the size of the image. Short version of a long story, I'm (slowly) working on software to replace IP.Board which currently powers this site. What I'm writing won't care how large the image is – it'll just resize it and compress it to the size that's appropriate. In the meantime we live with IP.Board, but non-blocking problems like this I'm just ignoring. It makes more sense for me to spend the time on the new stuff rather than fixing what I plan on throwing away.

That's been the case for a couple years now. On top of that – Raunchy Fuckers is about to get moved. All the commercial content will move to bbbh.com late summer / early fall but I've had a lawyer say the amateur stuff can't be moved, so that will stay up for a bit longer and then eventually go away. However, bbbh.men (once developed) will allow guys to upload their personal videos, and s3x.social (once developed) will allow guys to share videos they like (within legal limits).

Love when I am bred to the point my hole is so sloppy and filled with nut juice I can't stop it leaking out of me. Feeling my thighs slick with cum as I walk just makes me hornier and reinforces my slut hunger and advertises to top guys I am an easy piece of meat they can breed.

I swear you are in my head when you write these

If you've been around here a long time you'll remember the "groups" feature that was here for a while a number of years back. That was buggy and not well supported, so it went away. Well, a new version of that is back… It's called "Clubs". Basically the idea is you can start a club that's a targeted group of people. Could be invite-only for you and your local fuck buds to plan sex parties, etc. Or it could be publicly visible and aimed at people into particular fetishes. All I ask is that you not duplicate communities of interest that already have defined areas on the site. So if you create a public group for people to discuss sex in NYC – that's redundant and will be deleted. But you create a private group for a group of NYC-based fuck buddies – that's fine. If you created a group for piss pigs – that will be deleted because it's redundant. If you create one for nudists who want to discuss nude beaches around the world – that's not already covered, so completely fine. Let me know what you think of it and if you have any problems. Honestly I don't know that much about how it works, but I'll try to help as I can.

I wish I could have a steady diet of hot, thick cum! Yummy! ?

Dating is often about presenting the best version of yourself to others and hoping that the other person falls for you. It also involves being vulnerable. You can't be vulnerable or fall in love sitting behind a computer screen ordering up sex like you are ordering a pizza. You will learn some hard lessons. Love will make you crazy, happy, and sad sometimes and it will help you grow. If my last bf had said, I am an alcoholic, HIV+ self-absorbed drag queen who is bad with money and sleeps around, he could have saved both of us a lot of time. But he didn't and at least I know what I don't want going forward. LOL. I don't criticize gays who seek out a monogamous relationship. Not everybody wants a cumdump boyfriend - and it's not so much about trying to mimic heterosexual relationships, sometimes it's about health. Trust me, I've had to take off work and go get a shot because my bf was whoring and caught something. I just think everyone needs to have a think about what they want and need from a relationship and then try to hook up with a like-minded individual.

I am glad you guys are liking the story. I enjoy reading your comments, keep them coming. I mocked up what maybe the app can look like if it actually existed. pics attached. Part: 4 The rest of the weekend went uneventful. I was so busy with the house I lost track. Monday came and I had not had a chance to get back on the app. I was back at work and the wife would be back on Thursday. I was sitting at work, running reports and putting graphs together. I was about to head out to lunch in a bit so I popped open the app. I work in downtown so there were a lot of people. Almost instantly I got a notification. “4th St back alley.” I hit accept and was given further directions “Head down the alley, half way down on the left.” It was only a couple blocks away from work. I grabbed my keys and headed for the door….my coworker stopped me. “hey, a group of us are having lunch together, why don’t you join us?” The bulge in my pants was growing by the second and I was sure she could see it or perhaps it was my paranoia. “I am going to have to take a rain check, I have an important errand to run” and I slipped out. I hustled down the block, 8th, 7th, 6th, 5th, and finally 4th street, I passed it and headed towards the alley. I was just what an alley would look like, trash cans, graffiti, smelled. I walked half way down and there was a guy standing by the door way to my left, tall skinny white guy. He signaled me over. I got closer and was about to follow him through the door but he didn’t budge. “can’t bring you inside slut, you are going to take my dick here.” and he pushed me up against the trash bin. I quickly unbuckled my slacks and pulled them down. I was wearing a jock so it was easy access. I could smell the stench of piss and trash as he pushed his cock into my ass with no lube. I wanted to yelp but bit my tongue. He started a steady quick pace and then picked up speed. I kept looking around, worried someone would see it, there was not much really blocking up from view other than the trash bin, anyone could look out the window or step out of the building and see a guy in a suit bent over a trash bin getting railed by a guy. “I’m gonna bust bitch, take my load.” And just like that he busted inside me. I pushed my ass back, opened my hole, trying to get as much of him in me as possible. He slipped out and slapped my ass. “nice pussy.” And walked back into the building. I pulled up my slacks, straightened my hair and went back to the office. Spent the rest of the day working with a load up my ass, wondering if people could smell it on me…

Kyle Lucas from uknakedmen aka (me) this is now my profile happy to answer any questions etc

Your first name (or a name you'll respond to): OZPOZBOI Your cell number (for texts and voice calls): KIK + BBRT + SKYPE = OZPOZBOI A location (be at least as specific as a zip code): BRISBANE, AUSTRALIA Times you're generally not available: 8-4 m-from : 24/7 Age: 27 Height: 183cm Weight: 89Kg Ethnicity: Caucasian Preoccupation: FAGGOT BUG GROWER & SPREADER

I've never been one for the fair or circus, but I could definitely go for this scene. Twisted, kinky, and so damn sexy

I can dominate, abuse and impregnate you rough and in submission to get impregnated boy!

PART EIGHT I spent the next couple of weeks taking cocks and loads from a couple of guys per day, so I was fast on my way to being a full-time whore. And I was also enjoying every minute of it. Who knew that life could feel so fulfilling being used like this? Most people hear about the rough lives of prostitutes but, if done right, it can be a dream come true. It certainly was mine. At the beginning of my third week as a paid whore, Drake came into the bedroom with a little extra swagger in his step, fanning his face with a post-it and grinning a big shit-eating grin that was so damn sexy. I knew that he had something to tell me, but I had to have him right now. Despite my whoring, he hadn’t wavered in his need to use me, too. I was concerned that he might think I was too slutty or used up to want to touch me or have anything to do with me, but Drake is one of the rare men who gets more into you the sluttier you get. Rather than give him time to say anything about the client I know he was just about to mention, I lay on my back and raised my legs up, bending my knees and pulling them up by my chest, giving him a clear view of my hungry hole. His cock immediately sprang to life and he tossed the post-it over his shoulder and dove face first onto the bed, landing mere inches from my hole. Seconds later his tongue was wetting me, and still seconds after that I felt him shifting and lining his big cock up with my hole. Drake fucked me just as passionately as ever, slamming me hard and deep, despite any discomfort that I might be experiencing. Truth be told, I no longer registered discomfort with him. This is my place, and I just welcomed any side-effect of him fucking me. Besides, my hole had been busted open properly by him long ago, so no matter how he fucked me, I only wanted more. I begging him to rape my ass and infect me again. He’d been getting into the idea of ‘re-infection’ lately, and was trying to find more toxic guys to add their strains to my ass. And hopefully to pass on to him. I would never fuck him, and he never wanted me to. But we had some other plans to get new strains into his bloodstream. In the mean time, he railed into me, making the headboard crash against the wall again and again, while I moaned like a whore and he grunted like the fuckstud he is, until finally I felt his dick begin to swell in my tunnel, knowing he was just about to flood me again. And I felt it as I always did with him, firing off rounds of viral cum into my hungry hole. "Take it, take that fucking poz cum!" he howled. And as soon as his cum shot out of his dick head, it triggered my own balls to erupt and I shot cum all up my stomach, chest and neck. Normally Drake would allow himself to just collapse on top of me while our breathing returned to normal, but this time, with my own mess on me, he stayed hovering over me, looking deep into my eyes. After a long moment, he leaned forward and began to lap up all of my cum. With his hard cock still buried deep inside of me, slowly oozing the last of his seed into me, he bent down and placed his lips to mine. As soon as our tongues sought each others, all of the cum flooded into my mouth, and we were passing it back and forth until we finally, eventually, swallowed it all. Never, ever, is a drop of cum wasted in our house. Cum goes in my ass and stays there until my walls absorb it all (and sometimes there is a helluva lot of cum!!) or it goes in our stomachs, mine more often than his. But the more our intimacy grows, the more he seems open to accepting my offering, too. Finally, breathing returning to normal, cocks less hard, we lay on our backs staring up at the ceiling. Panting. Smiling. “I fucking love you,” I told him, turning my head to study his profile. Drake rolled onto his side to look me straight in the eyes, reached up and cupped the back of my head with his big hand and pulled me closer to kiss me once again, and then said, “And I fucking love you. I never knew I’d feel like this, but you do it to me.” “You do everything to me. I never would have been able to be free like this if it wasn’t for you,” I told him honestly. And it’s true -he’d freed the whore in me that I struggled to suppress for my entire life. “Now, what is the job that you looked so happy about?” I asked him. “Oh, yeah!” he exclaimed, jumping off of the bed and retrieving the little paper. “This is a good one, babe. Full-blown AIDS fucker. Just found out his meds quit on him a while back and didn’t realize that he was going full-blow or that his viral load was sky-rocketing. He’s been holding off fucking anyone because he’s scared of what will happen. But said he figured that if he was paying someone, and our ad says any load taken, so he offered a couple of thousand for a couple of hours.” Drake was sitting next to me on the bed as he told me all of this, and I couldn’t help but notice that we were both rock hard again as he explained all of this to me. Clearly the thought of being fucked by this sick man was a huge turn-on for the both of us, and I couldn’t fight my animal urges. I rolled over, shoving Drake onto is back and I straddled him, immediately lowering my cummy hole onto his hard meat. I sat down in one movement, balls-deep, threw my head back and sighed loudly. “Yessss,” I hissed. “You’re so fuckin’ hot, babe. I love how hungry that hot ass is.” As I rode his cock, rising up and slamming myself down hard to probe as deep inside of me as possible, Drake shoved his hips up to meet me, making sure to penetrate me as far as his meat could manage. We kept this up for about 10 minutes until I heard his breathing change and knew that he was about to flood my guts again, so I rode him even harder. "Do it," I begged. "Give me that fuckin' charged sperm. Knock me up, baby!" I was grunting and he was groaning, and we blasted off together, this time my load spray-painting his furry chest and stomach, while he did the same to my insides. Going for a repeat of earlier, I leaned down and licked up my load and put my mouth to his until we’d devoured it all. His cock was still nearly hard inside of me, so I just sat upright and enjoyed the feeling of fullness. It was better than any meditation I’ve ever tried, I can tell you that. Just as I was coming out of my sex-stupor, Drake placed the little post-it in my hand and grinned. I looked at it and my stomach instantly did flips. Something of a mixture of fear and excitement raced through me. The name on the paper was one I knew -my boss from the job that I quit to become a whore! As I stared at the paper, almost hypnotized by it, I realized that Drake was once again thrusting up into me. I looked down past the paper in my hand and saw that I was rock hard -again! “You’re such a fucking slut,” Drake chuckled as he rammed up into me. “Your slut,” I told him, tossing the paper over my shoulder and putting all of me into another fuck.

Dad’s Basement Part Eighteen After Dad had showed me around the resort, I knew the first place I wanted to stop was the dark room. Anon sex really got me going. “Daddy will you take me into the dark room?” I asked “Please Daddy please. I will be a goooood boy” “Fuck, you keep take kind of talk up and I will fuck you right here” “Daddy, please take me to the dark room” I pleaded in a little boy voice. “Fuck, okay come on” We went back into the building, Dad leading the way. His furry as cheeks bouncing as he walked. I kept thinking about having my tongue deep in his hole eating the cum out of it the first night in the basement. I wanted to slide my cock inside and breed him. As we got to the door, I grabbed Dad’s arm, keeping him from entering. “Change your mind Son?” he asked “Nope, just want to ask when can I fuck your hole Daddy and breed you” “Not until you are a full member of the club boy” With that he entered the dark room, with me still holding on to his arm. Inside it was hot, very hot. I could hear fucking and sucking going on around me. The room smelled of cum, sweat and poppers. Hands reached out and touched me, pinching my nipples, grabbing my cock and balls, and rubbing my ass. I was so turned on, it was the fact that I didn't know who was touching me. I felt someone step up behind me, his cock poked at my ass cheeks, as he reached around and put a bottle under my nose. I inhaled deeply, feeling the rush instantly. He kept the bottle there and I kept inhaling. I let go of Dad’s arm and pushed back against the man’s cock. He took his bottle away and I felt this cock head invade my crack, searching for my hole. At the same time I could feel someone in front of me and I thought it was Dad. The man was slowly stroking me. I could feel his breathe close my lips. I put his free hand on my should, pulling me forward. I bent at my hips and pushed back my ass more against the cock behind me. Once fully bent, the cock in front of me found my lips and began to push in, I wrapped my lips around the hard cock and allowed it to slowly invade my mouth, pushing further in, until I was pressed against his smooth crotch. The man behind me, slowly slide his cock into my hole, pushing deeper and deeper. I was open still from the double fuck that I got. The brown bottle was placed under my nose again and I inhaled, sending another rush through my body, fogging my brain. The two men began fucking my holes, I moaned more and more, losing myself. I had forgotten about Dad, never wondering what he was doing or who. The cocks in me felt so good. I reached out into the darkness, just to feel anything. My hand made contact with a body. I began to explore it, rubbing my hand over the stomach, going lower until I made contact with the base of a hard thick cock. I could barely get my hand around it. My mind was loving the unknown. I pushed back on the cock in my hole, fucking myself on the hard toxic fuck stick. I wanted more cum in me. I was still sucking on the cock in front of me and stroking the cock in my hand. The man behind me started to speed up, slamming into me harder and harder as his cock thicken, I knew I was going to get a load soon and I was right, He slammed into me hard, shooting his toxic load into me. I gave him time to milk out his load, then pulled off. I want that beer can cock up my ass. With the cock still in my mouth I moved my ass towards the beer can cock. He took the bait and slide in my hole as soon as it was close enough. I could feel his cock stretching my hole open, and it felt fucking good. The man in my mouth pulled out and moved on. Hands were exploring my naked body. I was moaning loud as Mr. Beer Can fucked my ass. My cock jump with every push in of his cock. I was loving it. I was missing having a cock in my mouth, but soon an ass was back up to my face. It was a furry as, one that I knew. It was Dad. I spread open his cheeks and stuffed my tongue into his hole. I tasted the cum in there. I licked and sucked like I did in the basement, yet it didn’t give me the same amount of cum but I go some. He turned and kissed me on the lips, sliding his tongue into my mouth. “Once you get the load out of the cock in you, let’s head out to the trails” he whispered. “Okay Daddy” I replied. Mr. Beer Can was pumping away at my boy pussy, slamming his cock in more and more. I was loving the thickness of his fuck stick. He was growling and moaning as he fucked me. “Ready for my load buddy” he asked “Give it to me, please” I pleaded “Here it is” he shouted as he slammed his cock into me. His cum shot into me with great force that I could feel it hit the walls of my ass. It was a huge load. I squeezed my hole muscles the best I could as I pulled off of him. “thanks” I said, as Dad pulled me out of the dark room. We stopped out side the door to allow our eyes to adjust to the light. Dad pulled me into him and hugged me. “Drew, I didn’t know you were coming this week” a voice from behind me said. I didn’t see this man exit the dark room, but I recognized him immediately when I saw his cock, it was Mr. Beer Can. Even soft that fucking cock was thick. DAMN! “Max, you fucking pig, good to see you” Dad said. “Who’s this fine boy with you” Max asked. “My son, all grown up and pozzed up” “I think I just added my strain to his hole.” Max said to which I nodded, “and a fucking hot hole it is boy” “Thank you Sir. I hope your get more loads in me before we leave” I said “You can count on that boy” “We are heading out to the trails,” Dad said “Have fun” Max replied We moved down the hall passed the bathroom to the door and out, The air felt cool compared to the hot dark room. We moved across the small yard to a very worn trail leading off into the woods. Dad’s cock was pointing the way and I was following that furry ass I wanted in so bad.

Dad’s Basement Part Sixteen Packing for this trip was easy, just my toiletries and items to prepare for any fun. I made sure we had enough poppers and lube to have fun at the camp. Dad seemed to be happy about getting away from everything. He told me he had been to nudist camps, but was vague on if he had been to this one. We got up bright and early to set out. Dad’s diesel was growling down the road. It was an eight hour drive and I was planning on have some fun while on the road, at least I prepared for it. Dad was behind the wheel in a pair of very short shorts, I could see half of his cock shaft and the head hanging out the leg as well as his balls. He was shirtless and only an old baseball cap on his head. I was in just shorts too, but once out of town and on the open road I stripped them off and was sitting there naked. His truck was high enough for regular cars not to see in, but the truckers got an eyeful. When we passed by on, I would play with my cock, giving them a show, when they looked in I would suck on my finger. Dad would slow down and let them watch for bit then speed up. “You know teasing them might not be such a hot idea. You get them worked up and they might just rape your ass if they catch up with us” Dad said. “I know, but it’s fun,” I replied, “and you are enjoying it. Look at your cock Dad” His cock was hard as a rock, pressed up against his leg, leaking pre-cum into the fur. “Have you had trucker cock Dad?” “Fuck, I have been breed by quite a few in their cabs” he said “Thats hot Dad” My cock was getting hard thinking about Dad getting fucked by truckers. “Son, I would love to see you get gang banged in a back of a truck by some truckers. It may be something we can arrange later on. We need to get to the camp” Dad kept driving and I kept teasing truckers but knew nothing would happen, he was determined to get to the camp. I saw a sign for a rest area ahead and told dad I needed to piss. He pulled in as I was pulling on my shorts. Before we got out he adjust his cock and balls back inside his shorts. There were not too many cars in the lot and less big rigs. I knew there was not a chance that I was going to get a load. I made my way to the building where the bathrooms were. Nothing fancy, hell it looked like it should have been condemned. As I got to the door, the smell hit me. It was beyond ripe, it was rank. The odor of stale piss invaded my nostrils. I stopped, until Dad was with me at the door. “better than poppers” he said. He pushed me and I went in. This place had not been cleaned in a while. There was piss on the floor, graffiti on the walls everywhere. There was two urinals hanging on the wall, one was covered with a black trash bag with a sign reading out of order. Dad stepped up to the free on, pulled his shorts down exposing his ass and freeing his cock. “Looks like the stalls is your next destination” he said laughing. I was nervous, I hated to see what was waiting for me in the toilets. There were three stalls. I took the middle one. I immediately saw a glory hole in one of the walls. My cock jumped in my shorts. Maybe I could get lucky. I pushed my shorts down, turned and sat on the toilet. I was disappointed seeing the stall next to me was empty. I took my piss. It was really quiet in the restroom. I leaned back and closed my eyes, while I played with my cock. It grew hard quickly. I could hear movement inside the restroom and thought it was Dad heading out back to the truck. I continued to stroke me cock, lost in the fantasy of getting some dick though the glory hole. “Push that ass out a little more” whispered someone in the restroom. I opened my eyes, and quietly moved to the door, peeking through the crack. I could see from the mirrors over the sink that someone else was in the restroom, over by the urinals. I could see Dad’s shorts on the floor around his ankle but the rest of him was covered by a very large man. “That’s it open for my big dick buddy” the stranger said. I continued to watch, slowly jacking my cock. Dad was getting his ass fucked right in front of the urinal, out for all to see. In the reflection I could see another person was standing to the side, I could not see all of him, just half of his body. “Boy’s in the middle stall,’ Dad said pointing my way. I watched in the mirror as the second man walked my way, his big cock sticking out of his fly pointing his way to me. I stepped back from the door, unlocking it as I did. It slowly began to open. I turned around bending over exposing my ass and willing hole. I braced myself by putting my hands on the toilet. “Well, fuck me, it’s the little cock tease” the man said. He stepped up, spit in his hand and rubbed it on my hole. His hands were rough and scratched at my hole. He spit again and rubbed it on the head of his cock. “Going to teach you to tease truckers” He lined his cock up with my hole, just slightly pushing his head into my hole, not enough to enter but just to hold his cock in place. He put my hips in a death grip, and slammed his cock deep into my ass. Pain rushed through my hole as his belt buckle hit my bare cheeks. I fought back the scream that had formed in my throat. Tears were forming in my eyes as he pulled his cock out of my ass and rammed it balls deep over and over. I concentrated on keeping my hole open, making it easier for him to punch fuck my hole with his cock. “Take that dick Son” Dad said, “I told you not to tease truckers, always ends up bad” “Fuck me,” the trucker up my hole said “this really you son?” “Yeah and I took his cherry” “oh fucking hot man, fucking hot” I could feel the big cock in me get thicker, it really turned him on knowing he was fucking the son of the man getting fucked at the urinals. HIs moans were now becoming growls. The trucker grabbed me by my hair, pulling me up until I was against him. He moved me out of the stall, still with his cock buried deep in my hole, stretching it open more. We moved together until we were next to my Dad and the man fucking him. Dad was moaning loudly as the cock pumped in and out of his ass. I bent over as the trucker continued to fuck my ass, matching the rhythm of Dad’s fucker. I could feel the belt buckle slam against my ass checks, as his balls smashed against mine, which were pulled up close to my body. My cock jump as he slammed into me over and over. I looked over at Dad, his eyes were closed, his cock was hard and bouncing between this legs. His hands were braced against his thighs, as the guy behind him fucked his hole. I could just see the expression on Dad’s tops face, it was tensed up, teeth clenched. I knew Dad would get a load soon. With a loud grunt he slammed into Dad’s ass and yelled” “take it you perverted fucker, take my load” Dad pushed back against the guy trying to drive his cock deeper into his hole. He quickly pulled out, tucked his cock and balls back in his jeans and left. Leaving the party. Dad stood up and slowly stroked his cock in front of me, watching the cock slide in and out of my hole. “Suck your Daddy, boy. Suck the cock that made you” the trucker said. I opened my mouth and slowly took Dad’s cock in. I licked around the head and shaft as it went deeper into my mouth. The trucker started to increase his speed, almost to the point of jack hammering my hole. I knew that he would not last much longer knowing I was sucking my Dad off. His grip on my hips tightened, squeeing them hard, as he slammed his cock inside me. I could feel his cock jump and pulse as he exploded deep inside me. He bent forward until he was resting on my back, pushing into me more. Letting go of my hips, he grabbed Dad’s hips and pulled him closer to my head, sliding Dad’s dick deep into the throat. “Fuck I needed that boy” the trucker said He pulled out my hole, tucked away his cock and left. Dad pulled out and pulled up his shorts, then looked at me. “Find your shorts boy, lets get to the poz camp” I went the stall, found my short, dressed and met Dad at his truck. Once inside, I stripped them off again. Dad pulled his cock out from the leg of his pants. I put my feet up on the dash and started to play with my hole, sliding a finger in and out as we went down the high way, teasing more truckers along the way. Guess I didn’t learn my lesson.

Used to see my Dad's too and it was fucking HUGE...always wanted it.

I pretty much gave up long ago going to a bathhouse or sex club and sticking my cock in every available pussy. For me, it's about breeding and planting my daddy sperm babies in the boy.

Went to Austin with a friend this Wednesday. On the way down we talked a lot while he was constantly texting. When we got to the hotel we agreed to head to some downtown bars a bit later on but he told me go douche and stay naked. I assumed he wanted to fuck so did as he asked and as i was getting out of the shower he dried me off and got hard, lubed his cock, bent me over and slid into my ass. He blew a load deep in me and we kissed and i started to get dressed but he told me we weren't finished. Pulling a blindfold out of his luggage he told me to put it on and thats when i heard a quiet knock on the door. He told me to get on all 4's, that i was getting my pussy bred by Austin cock. Within a few minutes 3 other guys were there and i had an anonymous cock in both holes. Apparently all the texting had been lining up tops to use "a faggot pussy". For the next 4 hours guys werr coming and going. I didnt try to count. I just gladly kept taking cock. Finally it stopped and i showered the cum off me and he said he'd never seen a guy take so many cocks and that i was a REAL faggot. We went out for drinks and a small bite and he told the obvioysly gay waiter that i had just been fucked for 4 hours. There was some faggot talk about sex between the 3 of us and then the waiter made the rounds of his tables. A couple guys that had overheard us at the next table got up and told me to meet them in the bathroom. I followed them in, and went to my knees as they pushed their pants down. When i got back to the table my friend was grinning and made me tell him how they fucked and bred me. Thats the way the rest of the night and Thursday went. We are driving back now and he said we have to do that in Dallas too. I'm game!

Dad’s Basement Part Five I was led by the two men, into the next room, the one that was divided into two. We continued to move until we were in the area with three glory holes cut into the wall. Not much light was coming through the holes, so I knew the sun was going down outside. “Taking all loads is like Russian roulette - raw cock goes into your hole and the cock shoots - could be shooting blanks or a hot round of poz cum” one of the men said. I was placed with my back to the wall and pulled over at the waist allowing my ass to open at the glory hole. “Plus Son there is an added excitement to taking cocks that you don’t know who it is attached to, Do you know them or are they complete strangers you will never see again” I pushed my ass checks back against the wooden wall. I could hear sounds coming from all around. I looked to my left to see my Dad putting his ass against the wooden wall too. Only there was already a hard cock sticking through the glory hole. It was dark, thick and sticking straight out. I watched my Dad spit in his hand, rub the spit onto his hole, and push back on the dark cock, It slowly disappeared into Dad’s hole. My cock started to expand. I was watching my Dad take cock up his hole. It was the hottest thing I had ever saw. Dad’s head was thrown back with pleasure and one of his buds shoved a bottle of poppers under his nose, which he inhaled deeply. “Show your Son how to take cock” I watched as Dad’s ass pressed against the wood wall, the cock was deep inside his hole. I could feel the thrusts of the man fucking my Dad, move the wall on my ass. Dad moaned load as the cock moved in and out of his hole. I was lost watching Dad take raw cock, until I felt something pushing at my own hole. One of Dad’s buds reached back and spread my checks giving the unknown man access to my used hole. “Fuck man, that is one used cummy fuck hole” said the man on the other side of the wall, who was pushing his cock into my hole. I had heard that voice some where before, I knew it but could not place it. My hole opened around the cock, allowing it to slide deep inside, pushing the cum forward and out ward of my hole. I moaned as the cock began to move. I concentrated on the rhythm of the fuck - as he pushed in I pushed back and pulled off as he pulled out. “Good Son, take that anon raw cock - you know it could be anyone even grandpa” Dad said, “imagine being fucked by not just me but him as well today Son” My cock throbbed at that thought. I loved over and Dad was matching his fuck just like mine. We moved together. I looked up to see the other men who fucked me earlier either sucking or fucking each other. Dad took another big hit of poppers and then handed them to me - and I followed suit in huffing them. “Fuck that hole just opened” the top said on the other side of the wall, picking up speed. I looked to the other side of me, to see another cock coming through the hole. I could not help be think it was a beautiful sight to see, another hard fucking cock. I watch the tattooed, uncut cock man back his ass up, taking the cock deep into his hole, moaning as he was penetrated. I passed him the poppers and watched him inhale deep. I continued to push back against the hard cock working in and out of my hole. Poz cum flowed out of my hole and dripped down my balls. “Stay where you are fucker, I have to eat that ass!” the owner of the cock fucking me said. I felt his cock slip out and was soon replaced with a hot tongue. It was sliding in and out of my cum covered gapping hole. It was another new sensation. I moaned more and more as he switched from tongue fucking me and sucking my hole to eat out the cum deposited in there. My cock twitched rapidly as my mind wondered if he knew he was not only sucking out my Dad’s cum but also sucking out and swallowing nothing but poz loads. I ran my finger over my cock and scooped up the pre-cum leaking out. I was bringing it to my lips when I felt my Dad’s hand grab mine and pulling it to his mouth. “Give me your pre-fuck juice Son” I felt his mouth engulf my finger, sucking it like it was a skinny cock. The uncut guy reached over and scooped some of my pre-cum onto his finger and sucked it off, just like my Dad. “Fucking tastes like yours bud” The man stopped eating my ass and pushed his cock in my hole again, sliding all the way in and all the way out, over and over. I could hear a growl coming from him and knew he would not last much longer in my hole. “Never thought I would breed that hot ass that you strutted around campus, teasing the hell out of every man” he said. “you fucking overachieving whore” Fuck me, where did I know that voice from. I felt him slam his body against the wall, as his cock start to shoot deep inside my hole adding his cum to the rest. The thought of not knowing if I was getting more poz cum or not was a huge fucking turn on. Soon the pulse of his cock stopped and he pulled out. I fought the urge to look through the glory hole to see who it was. “Hot as fuck is right Dad” I said turning to him, watch him pull off his cock. “Got a load?” I asked him “Switching” I watched him and the uncut man switch cocks, fuck it was hot the just slid back on the new cocks, using each other’s ass juices as lube. I felt fingers playing with my hole through the glory hole. I closed my eyes as I felt them enter me. The new man pushed in two fingers, then three and then four, ramming them in and out. I wanted to scream out just give me your fucking cock, but didn’t. He removed his fingers, leaving empty and wanting to filled. I felt his hard cock rubbing up and down my hole, slowly moving, wetting the head with cum. I balanced myself on my knees and reached back spreading my ass open more. He positioned his cock head at my hole and pushed in, driving deep. I moaned again, I felt full as his cock spread open my ever loosening hole. Even with soreness setting in, I felt pleasure. He slowly moved his cock in and out of my hole. Steadily fucking me. I turned and watched Dad slam his ass back against the wooden wall, fucking himself on the cock sticking through the glory hole. Harder and harder Dad pushed back against the wall, until he pushed all the way back and held his ass against it. “Getting bred Son” he said smiling at me. The cock inside my hole was still steadily pumping in and out, working the ridge of it’s head against the muscles of my loose hole. “NEXT” Dad yelled as to signal anyone on the public side of the glory hole he was ready for the next anon cock. I watched as he braced himself, knowing that a cock had just entered his hole. “Oh yeah, fuck me hard bud” Dad said as he began moving back and forth on the new cock. Sounds of fucking and sucking echoed through the basement, while the smell of cum, piss and musk infused with the heated air. “Going to get loaded up Son, so I can squat over your mouth and feed you cum from my hairy ass!” Dad said. The cock inside my ass grew thicker and harder, giving me the sign it was going to shoot it’s load deep into my hole. I licked my lips, knowing that I was going to be flooded with more cum. One strong push in and the flood began. I could feel pulse after pulse of seed shooting into me. He pulled out and within seconds another cock stabbed at my hole, sliding in deep this time with almost no effort. “Your first black cock Son.” Dad said, “Hold on tight I have had that cock before and he fucks hard and long” My cock oozed pre-cum knowing that this cock had fucked and breed my Dad. Such a fucking turn on. It drove deep inside me. I still wondered how Dad knew what cock was fucking his Son’s ass. Was these anon fucks pre-arranged. Those thoughts quickly left my mind, as the black did started to pull in and out my hole. The cock would pull completely out of my hole, only to be shoved deep into me seconds later. This punch fuck attack continued for what seemed like for ever. Looking over at Dad, I could see him lost in a world of pleasure as his hard cock jumped up and down between his legs as he was fucked. Pre-cum was hanging from the head and almost touching the floor. I wanted to taste it, I wanted to suck every drop out of that piss slit. I watched Dad push back against the wooden wall, getting fucked and taking loads. “Good boy pussy” I heard grunted though the wall, “Gonna give you a highly toxic load Boy” My cock jumped knowing that this man was advertising his poz load and I was going to get it. His cock roughly punched my used hole, deeper and deeper. I jumped when he hit deep inside me. “Don’t pull off Boy, so fucking close” he said He continued to fuck me harder and deeper, until he pushed in deep and stayed there. Grunting and groaning as his piss slit opened and his toxic load invaded my used hole. I tried to squeeze my ass around his cock to milk out every drop, but my hole had been fucked so much by thick cocks, there wasn’t much pressure. “Clean it Boy” he said pulling out of my ass. I flipped around positioning my mouth at the glory hole. I closed my eyes and opened wide. I felt the cock pass through my mouth, gently sliding against my lips. It was slick with cum and the juices from my well fucked hole. I closed my lips around the black cock and lick and sucked. It began to move in and out of my mouth. Fingers began to feel around my hole, sliding in and out. The black cock soften and popped out of my mouth. He pulled away and I turned to back my ass against the hole again, waiting for the next cock to arrive. Time continued to pass, as the fucking continued. I lost count of how many anon cocks and loads I had taken through the glory hole, as well as how many Dad had. The third glory hole had seen many men presenting their holes to be fucked so I didn’t even try to concentrate on them. I knew it was getting late in the night, but I wanted more, more cock, more cum, and more disease.

Can't wait for what happens next

Very hairy here so much so kids comment on it on holiday round the pool lol. Bald head fully shaved up there, hairy as fk elsewhere: back, arse, chest everything.

After leaving the Fickstutenmarkt, I was hungry and grabbed something to eat. Course my ass was hungry too and I wanted more dick and loads up it. I decided to try Mutschmanns. I never been there and knew they had a dark room, which is my favorite place to have sex. I love the semi anonymous feel of dark rooms and the fact that most guys are there to have sex. Got there about 12:30am and surprisingly, the place was dead. As they didn't charge me a cover, I got a beer and decided to at least check out the dark room since I was there. Maybe ten people...an older leather guy in a sling getting fucked with a beer bottle by another guy, One guy passed out on the bed, and another guy on his knees sucking two guys off. Nothing look too promising. However after walking around a bit I did notice this 30 something, scruffy, tatted up guy who sparked my interest. I watched where he went and when he entered one of the cubbies I jumped into the one next to his. I got down on my knees as he thrust his average 6.5 cock through the Gloryhole. Then I noticed the shine of a Prince Albert at the end of his cock. Score! I love getting fucked by Prince Alberts and I've never been fucked through a Gloryhole before so now I was excited to see where this was going to go. I took his dick in my mouth and got him hard and then turned around like I've seen in the porn movies to position my ass so I can get fucked by his Prince Albert through the Gloryhole. He thrust into my cum lubed ass and it felt so good to have that Prince Albert sliding against the sides. I moaned and he thrust harder. After about five minutes, I felt that sweet warm flood my hole and he began to soften. He pulled out and we both went our separate ways. Freshly loaded, I headed over to Bull where something always seems to be happening. Stripped to my jock and headed into the dark. I felt a hand feel my ass and leaned forward so they could access my hole. After the guy felt how lubed my hole was, The guy told me what a cumwhore I was and how I needed to get more loads. He started in German but switch to English when he saw that I didn't understand. Another guy started to feel my hole and was encouraged to use it. I got bent over with my head shoved between the verbal top's legs. The other guy started fucking me and soon a circle guys was around me. The verbal top in control of my head and body kept on spinning me around So that all the tops could use my hole. I think four or five more guys fucked me with a couple more loads but I had no idea who they were as my head was still stuck between legs. Had a few fucks after that but nothing compared to the glory hole and group scene. I left feeling very satisfied that my hole had been so well used.

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Hey guys! Thanks for the responses. I was in Paris for three nights and each night got better as I knew the right places to go to. The bars with the sleazy downstairs where condoms weren't even discussed. Each night I went out to several bars and offered my ass up to any takers. By the end of each night I had at least 10 guys fuck me and several loads. Two of my favorites were climbing into the sling at Le Mensch and getting fucked by a hot bear right in the middle of the well light bar. He pounded my hole ruthlessly for all to see. The other fave was heading to Krash for those end of the night drunk horny guys. While walking around in the darkroom I had one guy grab my ass. Of course I stopped and push my ass towards him to show that he could have access. He immediately pushed me down on the dirty filthy floor and started going at it till he deposited his load in me 10 minutes later. Because inParis you check your clothes when you enter bars like this, I was completely naked. My whole body and face had been pushed on the mixture of cum, piss, lube, ass juices and Lord knows whatever else that was on the dirty floor. I felt so cheap and used.

I'm a bottom, but as far as im concerned, my sole purpose is to satisfy my top and his needs are paramount. I wouldn't touch or stroke myself until he's emptied his load inside me and left me to it - after sucking his cock clean if he wants me to

When I fuck, I only want to dump my load in a boy's hole. If he is hard or not doesn't interest me. However I want him to focus on the cocks he is taking, so wouldn't let him touch himself. If he's hard and still keep trying to touch his dick, I like to jerking him off, make him cum until his cock is soft and flaccid. Then I keep on fucking even if he tries to get my dick out once he came. But quickly they turn into hungry holes again.

Forming a Control Group for Deep Penetrative Experimentation, Hard Science and the Acquisition of Developmental Materials i.e. Sperm. Lots of it. Gallons. Which is hypothetically the amount of semen my favorite uncle pumped down my throat during the period in my life I like to refer to as ''the Osh Kosh B'Gosh years.'' I loved my Uncle and he loved me like a Father loves a son upon discovering he was born with out a gag reflex. Frequently. The years flew by and I was growing like a weed and by 5th grade my nuts dropped, I got taller, my pit's stank, I started shaving my face, and I shot my very first load while watching an episode of The Wild Wild West. This was a lively topic of conversation at the barber shop when me and Uncle Clyde were getting hair cuts, I always got naked for my haircut because I loved it when The barber finishes and squirts me all over with the air hose blowing thing, the barber's name is Mac and he commented on how big I was getting, and Uncle Clyde says it's because I'm a little cum guzzler, and that eating so much of his jism is what's making me grow up so quick. Uncle Clyde was always full of schemes and theories about how "Things Worked." Time would prove him right as my developing adolescence body quickly hurdled beyond my Uncle's rather staid letch for the soft dimpled flesh of prepubescent little boys, and our physical relationship ended. It was replaced with an almost decade long mentoring process, focusing on self sufficiency and Fire Fox era survival skills which included getting my first job at a gas station owned by a man my Uncle knew. Though young and completely unaware of the Scientific Method, I some how managed to take part in my Uncle's still nascent theory of jizz accelerated adolescent development in a perfect environment, a living laboratory, CB's Gas Station. At an age when friends were just starting to experiment touching each other's pee-pees, I was eagerly performing the sort of sexual acts one would hesitate to ask of a professional. CB was a Viet Nam war vet, a biker, a cock sucker of renowned skill, and was so good at eating ass I saw a straight guy pay him 20 bucks for a five minute face ride. Between CB's spill over, the used tire sex maze behind the gas station, and a carefully hand bored gloryhole I made myself at a near by Farmer's Market men's room, I quickly earned a reputation as a hot, horned up, bouncy little fucker with few limits and easier to make than Jell-O. I can only conclude my rather heroic intake of spunk during my formative years facilitated a marked advance in my physiological development and growth, leaving me a fully formed, big dicked, hairy, rope shooting adult at a shockingly ridiculous young age . This one singular incidence, though intriguing, is antidotal and speculative at best, Scientific Authority can only be achieved, when the outcome of an experiment has both repeatability and reproducibility. At this point in time more research and experimentation is definitely and eagerly required.

I woke up... Not in my room… I am at the Viking’s house… King-size bed… Linen…. Nice warm comforter… Puffy pillows… He is sleeping next to me… A light snoring… close to a whisper. I like it… His body is spooning next to mine. He kept me warm, he kept me safe, he kept me his… That’s OK. The beast in me is fed. After whoring my ass in the 212 bath house deluxe room and collecting 23 loads and 5 slams he had said: “I can leave you here. On your knees like the whore you are… Getting even more loads… adding lines of marker of your back… or you can come with me, obeying my orders and be my boy until I release you from my keep…. You have 30 seconds to decide”. It only took me three seconds to decide. “I will come with you Sir”. “Good. We go to my house. It is a test. If you steal from me I will know. If you do not behave with respect to my property you will be punished. If you try to harm me in any way I will kill you. And… I don’t fuck slam whores in my bed… You will sleep… I will sleep… maybe I’ll touch you… I may caress you… but I won’t fuck you. Not in my bed.” We went to the showers together… Same stall under the running water… he helped me clean by rubbing my back from the marker’s prints… 23 lines… “Clean your ass… I do not want your ass leaking diseased cum. I will wait for you at the counter. I will call for a cab. Don’t make me wait.” I cleaned my ass… It was sore. The ass lips swollen… soft, but nice. Cum, lube, piss and water coming out from my hole… until I was clean… I must confess I was tired from the fucking and the slams… I checked my veins on my arms. The marks were there… My war medals from the last 36 hours… My heroic statement… I did good… He should have been proud.. I was a very well behaved chem slut. Didn’t lose my manners even after 5 slams… I didn’t mumble nonsense… On the contrary his orders were usually “Don’t hide in silence… Talk to me…” And I talked… And I said everything… hmmmm… almost everything… and he seemed to understand… Probably because he could sense that I understood him as well… But when he told me he wanted to take me back to his house I have to say that he took me by surprise… I am used to be left alone in the a bathhouse room to wipe with the towel, or leaning on a tree at the park with my ass leaking from some stranger’s cum to put my trousers back on, alone again, or on a chair in a porn theater taking a handkerchief and wipe the cum from my moustache, alone but not lonely… Because these are the rules of engagement.. You do what you have to do… you get fucked, you fuck, you take cum, you seed the whore, but… when the deed is done you leave… Alone. No prisoners taken. It is not a date. It is a fuck encounter. In a sauna you do not ask for a boyfriend material. You do not go hunting the slings to find your husband… You hardly want to see the face again of the man who saw the beast in you… Well sometimes you do… Sometimes you hope he will tell you “Can I get your number?” or “Can I see you again?” but I am not that kind of guy... I usually run… hide myself in my silence…. My boxes are so well organized… No room for leaks. Sex is sex. Work is work. Boyfriend material is found in a Concert House. Fuck buddies are found when I am hanging on a sling. Slam buddies are the secret garden of my existence. I know how to control my boxes, how to make clear borders and territories… where they start and where they end… Linen sheets in a double bed demand respect. So I know the importance of respecting Sir’s limits and expectations when he asked me to come and crush at his place. In his blue grey eyes when he was pushing the needle with the chems in my arms, or when he was seeding my ass, or when he let others to breed me with sperm, or when he was marking my back with lines I felt he cared, some other times I saw contempt… some other times I even saw respect… but what I saw was not enough to expect his proposal to share the sleep… In my poor slutty mind, sharing the sleep is the ultimate test… I can let others fuck me, breed me, slam me, piss in me, but I am in that Box…. The Box of the Cum Slut… The territory is known … I know what to expect and what is expected by a slam whore like me… But sleep in a stranger’s bed whom I met few hours ago? In his own bed? That is an unknown territory… The intimacy is a land where I do not visit often. It is tricky… Because when you wake up you become a man with identity. You have to say where you are from … what kind of job you do… the hobbies and the whole nine yard agenda that make us human. And to be human after 23 marks in your back, 7 slams and a face of a still hungry beast is another Box… Yes… there is always a price we pay for the borders and the territories… Do I want to know who he is? Am I going to be disappointed by who he really is… Is he going to be disappointed by the real ME? He opened his eyes… He caught me staring at him… The blue grey Viking eyes penetrating my soul. “Do not look at me when I am not looking at you… Do not try to predict… and do not try to read me… Do you understand?” “Yes sir” I said… “I need to piss. Follow me…” He got up from the bed. Loved the way he walked over the wooden floor… Big bathroom…. White marble and big mirrors… led me to the shower… “Put some soap in your ass…” I did… and then leaned over the marble… The position of a whore… I am well trained… My ass lips were swollen from the fucking of the previous hours so I must confess it was not easy to receive his cockhead at the very first seconds… And he was big… he was thick .. he was uncut… and fully erect… But I am a piss whore… A cumslut… I was not going to complain. All over the mirrors our reflection… two beasts connecting. Me, offering my hole … Him, with closed eyes concentrating and then losing his blender in my ass… Hot piss… I started feeling a slight buzz… chem piss… my kind of breakfast. He started piss fucking me… Noises of piss escaping my ass… He seemed to enjoy it … Didn’t need poppers… didn’t need anything… Just his chem piss and the sight of our mating from the bathroom mirrors… “Now, look at me fucking you under the light…. I give you the permission… And look at yourself… No dark rooms… no sauna slings… Look yourself in the mirror… A chem slut… A piss whore… That’s who you are… And now concentrate just in you.. not me… Do not look at me… I am just a cock in your ass… No more, no less… Look at you and only you… Damn, you are still tight… I am close to give you another poz load… Look at yourself… you hold too much… you ask for release and then you built walls and fucking defenses… I should have left you in that fucking basement…” And he kept on fucking… telling me about what he has planned for me. About the room where he plays with the sling and the fuck bench, the new Tina he ordered… about the double slams he was going to prep for my veins… and the guests he has already invited to arrive in a few hours And he kept on fucking… And I saw myself in the bathroom mirror… piss squishing, escorted by his cum… deep in my inner walls… music in my ears indeed… And I thought… “Yes, I am safe… I am still in the same Box… The same border… the same territory…”

When I lived in SF I knew a black kid who was a slammer. If I held his nuts in the palm of my hand the head of his erect dick snuggled in the crook of my elbow. It was a little over 11" (he let me measure it) and between Red Bull and Coke cans as far as thickness. He like mature white guys so he liked me; he also told me that everyone else treated him like a living dildo and I was one of the few people that treated him decently. He also told me I was one of the few people who could take all of it:) He would get as hard as steel and could fuck for hours, usually cum 2-3 times, big gushers. As I was packing to leave in my last few days there he brought over a buddy who was only a little bit smaller than he was. They slammed me BIG time, I mean ***BIG*** TIME***, then they fucked me constantly from 7pm that night to around 9am next morning. They each came 4-5 times, all huge gushers; the spurts were so strong I could feel them and count them. Around 1-12am I had to pee, and after I was done, when I turned around there was a lake of cum on the bathroom floor that was around 13" in diameter. I pushed out on my hole and another thick stream came out and the lake widened another 2 inches, and I could feel there was a lot me in there but I wanted to keep it in me. The 2 guys were nice middle class guys who were educated and employed with very little ghetto in them, but that night they both talked like low life ghetto thugs, a constant stream of THE filthiest and hottest sex talk I ever heard "Yeah, whi boy puzzy like dat nigga dick? Yeah crackah, open dat puzzy, take dayt dick bithch. We gon' fuk yew till you can't take no mo, but we aint gonna stop till WE ready, got dat , bitch?" And I would back up all the way to the base, squeeze it tight and say "Yeah nigga, fuckin' good dick, yeah nigga, ride that hole, daddy, Oh yeah, fuck me nigga FUCK ME". They loved it! I was so sore the next day, surprisingly not my hole, but my legs; and the rest of the very large cum load leaked out all day. Absolutely THE peak sex experience of my life

Yesterday I took a load in the back of this guys dirty work van. I was at Home Depot getting some stuff for my partner when I was cruised by this sexy dude in the parking lot with gray hair and a big mustache and hadn't shaved the rest of his face in several days-lots of gray stubble! His longish hair was slicked back. He was wearing dirty jeans and a well worn white t shirt. He kinda reminded me of a bum, but he wasn't-just a hard working guy. He motioned me to his van and I didn't hesitate. I got in and he drove down a back street full of old warehouses. He parked in an abandoned business and pulled out his nice cock. It was long and curved upwards. I went down on it like a bitch in heat. after a bit he pulled me to the back of the van and stripped me down to my pig jock strap-I went back to sucking his gray haired long cock, I bagged his balls-then asked him if he had a big load in them for me, he said " Fuck ya-you gonna take it in your pussy boy?" I responded with a big "Fuck ya stud". He growled "good boy!" I then slithered down and ate his ass. The muskiness was making me hard. When I went to pull my hardon out of my jock, he jerked my had away and said "Fuck no, leave it in there!" I obeyed. He then grabbed me spun me around and threw me down on my belly on the van's dirty floor. I was surrounded by tools and building supplies. He spanked my ass, spit on his dick, the he grabbed what turned out to be lube to fish wires thru condiut, slathered on his cock and then my smooth boy-pussy hole and shoved his cock right in with a big thrust. He pounded me right out of the gate. Since my partners brother fucked me earlier that morning and left a load, my hole was wide open and sloppy-so this dude had free reign from the start. I didn't mention that to him, he did notice my hole was wet and stretched by stating I must be a real pig to take him in swoop. I nodded my head with agreement. He kept pounding me, his rhythm getting faster and harder. He asked if I liked taking it rough like that, I moan yes and told him to fuck me harder, and as hard as he wanted to. And boy he did! He was slamming my ass with his cock so hard it seemed like he was grinding me into the van floor. The he started breathing fast and hard and then began to moan and then he said he ya go boy and proceeded to breed my fucking ass for what seemed like several minutes. I could feel his jizz leaking out my smooth ass. He must have had a huge load saved up. When he was done pumping me full of his manhood, he collapsed on me and was kissing and nibbling my neck, then he laid a big hickey on me. He never let me take my dick out, I like that! We got dressed, he drove me back to my car. He demanded my cell number so when he needs my pussy again he will call and demand it and I told him I would obey. I went home to my boyfriend with 2 loads in my ass-this dude and Charlies (partner's brother-see my other posts) and a big hickey on my neck. My boyfriend saw that and just said "Slut" to me and walked on by. That gave me a warm feeling inside!