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Part 19 The twins eyes were darkened by the drugs that had just been pumped into their bodies they not only took their first cock, but their first raw, poz cock as Matt and Bam Bam began by slamming their cocks balls deep. Matt's twin let out a strong moan as he was impaled. Bam Bam's twin yelled out in pain as the 9" hard as steel rod penetrated deep inside piercing his deep inner ring in the process. They each started off slowly pulling their cock out before slowly pushing back in while pulling on the sling as they brought the twin back towards them hoping to penetrate a little deeper with each thrust (if that was possible). It was very evident by the sounds being made by the twin Mat was fucking that he was definitely enjoying his first fuck. The other twin's yelps of pain began to quickly change to moans of pleasure as he too was getting into being fucked. Those who had joined the action going on in the play room quickly began to surround both slings as first Bam Bam then Matt began to speak to their twin. They were saying to each twin things like, "Your liking that cock in your ass?" and "Are you ready to be a cum dump?"In their drugged up state the twins were giving into the pleasure of the fuck by answering "Yes" or "Fuck yeah." The speed at which the twins were getting fucked began to increase as the poz talk from those gathered around watching began to egg Matt and Bam Bam on bring them closer to depositing the first, of many, charged loads into the twins. Bam Bam was this first to ask the question if his twin, "Are you ready to get knocked up? Are you ready to get pregnant?" as he felt his impending orgasm approach. Matt didn't ask his twin, hr told him, "I'm about to fucking poz your neg ass and make you my bitch" to which his twin replied, "I am your bitch." Shortly after that was said Matt yelled out, "FUCK! I'M CUMMING!" as he slammed in deep getting the tip of his cock through the internal ring as he fired his poz seed inside his bitch twin. Upon hearing Matt, Bam Bam yelled out, "OH FUCK!" as he slammed in deep depositing his poz load deep inside his twin. They each began to slowly piston in and out as they worked their loads into the batter walls of the twin they had just bred. After pulling out they were quickly replaced by one of the party goers as each twin began to get gang bang. No one took count of how many loads each twin took that night until Matt and Bam Bam watched the video the party host had shot. The count was nearly 3 dozen for each twin. As the party crowd began to thin Matt had an idea, he knew the twin he sat with in the car and had fucked first was dominated at times by his brother. He knew a way to change the 'playing field' (so to speak) as he first administered a shot of Caverject into the twins soft, Tina dick as Bam Bam gave the other twin another slam. Matt then help his twin out of the sling as the Caverject began working on getting his dick hard. He led him over to his brother and whispered in his ear so his drugged up and still bound in the sling twin could not hear. The now free twin stepped up to his bother's ass with his hard 76.5" cock and without mercy began to pound the hell out of his brother. The twin on the receiving end of this hard fuck began to moan in pleasure as he brother said to him, "From now on you're my cum dump bitch!" It took him a good 45 minutes but he finally shot his load inside his brother proclaiming, "I now own your cunt ass bitch!"

CHAPTER THREE I didn’t hear from him again for weeks. The first week I spent lots of time fantasizing about getting my hands on him again, hopefully taking things to another level. The second week I didn’t think about him as much, and by the third week he rarely popped into my mind. Just when I was ready to move on, that’s when he decided to re-appear. It was just past the third week when I received this text from him: Need to drain my balls. Where are you? I did happen to be at home so I figured if he really wanted his balls drained, I guess he should come here. It’s probably better than him risking a public meeting place. So I replied: My place. Want to stop by? Address?? I sent him the address and rushed to get cleaned up. I douched even though I wasn’t sure if he would ever go that far, but better to be prepared. He arrived twenty minutes later. It was mid-afternoon, and he was quite dirty, so I figured he was either on a break or taking off from work early. Either way -lucky me! Just like when he entered my booth at the book store, he entered my apartment silently. I led him through to the living room, figuring it was a good spot to start, not as daunting to a straight guy as the bedroom might be. Remember, I was going to the long con, and if I could get him slowly more comfortable with being with another guy, eventually I knew that I could get him to breed me. Corrupting this straight, straight-laced man was becoming my latest obsession. Despite his filthy clothes, I let him sit on the sofa. I didn’t care at that point. Nothing else mattered but serving this stud. He was looking around at my stuff as he plopped down onto the cushions, his gorgeous legs spread wide and inviting. His crotch bulged obscenely, in that way that I think every man should look in a pair of nice fitting jeans. Just mouth watering. Literally. I was licking my lips to keep from drooling. Maybe it had been too long, but he was looking better to me than before. He was a little different this time. He seemed more relaxed and I figured that with the absence of other men around, he had less chance of being found out. It was just the two of us. He just leaned back into the sofa, his arms stretched out to his sides resting on the top of the cushions, emphasizing his terrific chest and biceps. And he hadn’t opened his jeans for me, which means that I get the privilege of putting my hands on him. Yippee! Crawling between his legs, I tentatively touched a hand on each of his thick thighs and, getting no slap or other negative reaction, I gently let them brush their way up, taunting him until I reached his massive bulge. As handsome as this man is, I couldn’t take my eyes off of his big bulge. His cock had seemed average-ish before, but this bulge was telling me something different. “You missed my fuckin’ dick, didn’t you, pig?” he leered. “Yes, I fucking have been,” I breathed. "It looks bigger than I remember,” I added, still not moving my eyes from his crotch. “Haven’t been able to blow a load for a couple of weeks,” he growled, shaking his head in a way that told me he was pissed about something. “Well, lucky for both of us that I enjoy helping you out with that,” I said, finally glancing up to smile at him, and I noticed that his face visibly relaxed. It was as if I had just lightened his load -well, I was about to, but I mean metaphorically. Something was bothering him and I was taking his mind off of his troubles. Not about to waste any more time, I opened his pants and freed his throbbing cock. It did seem bigger than before, but it was steel hard, so I guess he really was overdue and extra horny. Drops of precum were quickly oozing from his piss slit, evidently it had already made a small puddle in his underwear that I hoped to get to lick clean before he left. I licked away the precum from his head as fast as it formed, and then just dove down on him. I wanted to make him feel good, forget about all of his troubles, and put a little seed in his brain. A thought that would grow, one in which he would equate pleasure, release and satisfaction with me. A loud growl ripped from within his chest as I took him as deep in my throat as I ever had. My need to please this man was stronger than ever knowing that he was upset about something. It just didn’t seem right that a man so beautiful should ever look sad. I knew that this first load was not going to take long, but I hoped that he was horny enough to go two rounds today. Sure enough, within a matter of minutes he was thrusting his hips up to meet my face, growling softly, and finally blasting hot delicious cum into my mouth. I savored every drop before swallowing and sitting back onto my heels. He rested his head back, staring at the ceiling as he puffed out loud breaths that turned into soft chuckling. When he lifted his head back up and looked down at me he was looking much happier and satisfied. “Damn, I needed that, pig. You suck good dick. Better than my bitch wife,” he grumbled, his sour demeanor returning. I wasn’t sure just how much he wanted me to know about his life, so I didn’t bother trying to pry into his marital problems. I just smiled at him and said, “Look around. There’s nobody here but you and me.” A look of relief washed over him and he relaxed again. “I don’t know what you fucking do to me, but for some reason you make me feel good, so I should at least say ‘thanks’.” Wow, a genuine bit of emotion sent my direction. I never would have expected that. But it was appreciated. “Anytime,” I hesitated a moment, wondering if it was wise to say more, but considering I’d already committed my brain to the long con, it made sense to. “Look, I don’t know anything about you or what is going on with you. But my offer is always on the table. You ever need to get away and de-stress, this is a safe place. I’ll do anything you want as long as it makes you feel good.” His eyes narrowed at me and he was frowning. “Why? Like you said, you don’t know a damn thing about me. Why would you want to help me out?” “Because from that first time I saw you on the street, something drew me to you. And something clearly drew you to me.” I wasn’t sure if it was wise to insinuate that he had some sort of feelings towards me, but something did bring him to me that first time and the subsequent times since. “I feel like I was put in your path at the time when you needed it. So that’s it -you need me, then it is my job to make you feel better.” “That’s it,” he said, statement not question. “You just feel like you have to please me? You don’t want anything from me out of it?” I took a chance and ran my hands up the insides of his legs, working over to the top once I reached his upper thighs. “The only thing I want is to make you happy,” I told him. “What I get out of it is what you give me.” Now his eyebrows shot up, clearly confused. “What do I give you?” For someone so damn sexy, he certainly wasn’t as into himself as one might assume. “For starters, you let me suck that beautiful cock. No other guys get to suck you off.” I knew that without having to ask. He was still too uncomfortable with the notion of being with another man to have more on the side. “And your cum. You’re a sexy guy, and to bring you the thrill that comes with every orgasm, that is my pleasure. Sex doesn’t just feel good from your end of things -everything that I do feels awesome to me, too.” I threw in that last part hoping that he’d remember how I’d enjoyed getting my ass fucked and seeded. He was still frowning, but not really in a bad way. “I guess I have a lot to learn about, you know . . . gay guys,” he said sheepishly. “I really never knew any before.” “That you know of,” I pointed out. “I bet at least five of the guys on your construction crew have done more than get their dick sucked by another dude.” He looked surprised by that. “Really? You know them?” “Not those guys in particular, but statistically speaking. Plus, I’ve seen my fair share of construction guys in the bathhouses and book stores to know.” “Have you been with many of them? What do they do?” he asked, cutely shy and curious now rather than repulsed by it all. I just shrugged my shoulders. “Sucking, fucking mostly.” I noticed that his dick had begun to fill out again, not totally hard but nearly there. Clearly this conversation was going exactly where I’d hoped it would. My hands were still resting on his upper thighs, so I pulled at his pants some more until I could get at his underwear. That’s where I found another prize -that delicious wet spot that had been pooling in there all day. I leaned forward and noticed he was now watching intently. He was no longer avoiding my gaze or avoiding watching another man work his cock. I think he was now getting into it. After all, how could he deny the pleasure that I had brought to him? And would continue to bring him. I pointed my tongue out while he watched and then licked over the wet spot. He took a sharp breath, stunned that I would do something like that. It tasted just as good as the rest of him, so I licked harder and harder until I’d gotten it all. By the time I looked back up, he was smiling huge and his cock was standing up tall. I quirked an eyebrow at him and dove back down on it. He threw his head back and roared, “Fuck yeah, suck that dick, man. Suck it, Ugh!” I licked, slurped and bobbed on that thing for about ten minutes before I saw his balls twitching in their sack. I reached in and gave them a gentle squeeze and dove down as hard as I could onto his shaft, lodging him in my throat deep enough to cut off my air supply, then I swallowed a few times, massaging his dick head in the process. “Fuck!” he hissed, grabbing my head now -not just my ears- and began to skull fuck me until his nuts erupted and filled my mouth with his stud juice. He recovered and caught his breath as I sat back on my heels and licked my lips clean. I could still smell his crotch on my face and it had my own dick painfully hard in my pants. That would wait until after he left. Which he did moments later. He shoved himself up to standing and adjusted his clothes back into place, stuffing his now semi-hard cock back into his pants. He grinned down at me and then headed for the door. I got up and followed behind to see him out. Before exiting he turned to me. “Thanks, for that. You okay with me calling more often?” “How often,” I asked, trying to contain my smile and excitement. He took a deep breath, as if finalizing something in his mind. “Often. Like, can I come back tomorrow?” I smiled coyly at him and said, “Like I said, anytime.”

I have been a trucker for quite a while, often making the run from Montréal to Chicago. My favourite place to stop in Gary, Indiana. There is a chain truck stop there that is right across from a small porn shop with private booths. I go there to watch a porn. Frequently I'll get down on my knees and suck a dick. I sometimes call my wife and family after while in my sleeper, I can feel and taste the semen from the guy I sucked in my mouth as I converse with my family. It seems so nasty to have it in my mouth as I talk to them. Last month was a turning point of sorts. I was walking out of the place back to the truck stop when I was stopped by another guy who was also leaving. He was a few steps behind me and asked “Got a light?” Pausing, I passed him my lighter. “I have seen you here before” he commented, unsure how to respond. He did, however, know how to keep me on the hook as he remarked "Whatever you are looking for, I would love to help you find it.” I stammered “I can't let the others see me talking to you here. Watch where I go and later come to my truck. The driver's door will be unlocked. Just act as though you are the driver of it. Okay?” He nodded and I turned and walked. I was so nervous. Mixture of emotions churning inside me. This had become more personal and the anonymity was gone. My cock and butt both were tingling at the same time. I didn’t look back as I walked across the street then through the parking lot to my truck. I opened to door and jumped into the cab. I pulled the curtains shut and sat on the bunk. A long long period passed when finally I herd the door latch and then the door opened. His blond head appeared first as he climbed up into the cab. He sat on the seat while I sat glued to the bunk, virtually speechless, even as I recognized the nice tight young body in the cab of my truck with me. “So, do you know why I'm here” he asked as he dropped onto his knees, shuffling across the three foot gap between the seat and the bunk. “I'm here to fuck with a big burly trucker, 'cause I fuckin' love fucking around with married guys.” My cock was like a flag pole. This young guy was a little slut and there I was with him. He popped my cock out and started sucking. He put a hand up and pushed me back so I was laying on the bunk. He was sucking me and then propped one of my legs up on a shelf. I felt his finger probe my asshole. Oh this felt good. I was very close to cumin' when he stopped, got this his feet and returned to the seat. “Do you like that?” he asked. “Oh fuck yeah. It feels great,” I replied. He then pointed to the picture in my cab asking “Is that your family?” I replied it was. He smiled saying it made him hot to see the family the people that trusted me to be faithful when I was out on the road. Then he got to his feet and shoved his erect cock in my face. “So, what do you want more? To be faithful to your family or to fuck around with me?” I grabbed his hips and put my mouth around his mushroom headed dick. I sucked him slowly but eagerly. Fuck he tasted good. I reached between his legs and poked my finger into his butt hole. It felt warm, wet and slimy. I popped his cock out of my mouth and looked up. He looked down at me “Relax, it's cum - from guys who fucked me earlier today. Yeah, I know I'm a slut. You should probably tell me to leave because I want to make you like me.” It was like I was hearing a rattlesnake warning but I became willing to dangle myself in its strike zone. My cock was throbbing as he told me to turn around. I was in a trance of lust as I complied. Turning around and getting on all fours on my bunk. I felt his mouth and tongue on my asshole. He was eating me, tonguing my ass, fingering me deeper and deeper. I felt him rise and he was obviously fumbling with something. Next, the picture of my family was floating down toward the bunk as he obviously threw it in front of me. At the same time, his cock started rubbing at my asshole. "Take a good look at them. You're not going to be able to stop fucking her. You're not going to be a good father if you take me in your hole, and you’ll be worse when you get home 'cause you know what you're going to do to your wife. Right?” My cock grew harder and was throbbing like never before. He knew I was super horned-up. “Tell me what you’ll do to your wife, even 'though you've let me fuck you.” I couldn’t deny what I was thinking any longer. "I’m going to continue fucking her, even though I have been fucked like this.” His cock slipped into my ass. It felt so good. He started pumping me faster and faster. Then my phone rang. He stopped “Answer it. I'll be quiet," he promised. I reached for the phone and answered it on speaker. He continued to fuck me slowly. “Hi, Honey, how are you?” the voice on the other end asked. “I'm great” I replied. I continued conversing as the guy steadily pumped my asshole. I could feel his cock swelling inside me. He bent down and whispered into my ear “If you really love her, hang up and I'll stop. If you tell her you love her I will cum into you - with all the risks of my unprotected slut-cock blowing its load in your hole.” It was like I reached a corner. I realized what I was looking for in the porn shop - a reason to never stop going there. “I love you babe. I miss you, and can't wait to see you,” I said to my wife as his steaming hot cum flowed deep inside of me. He reached down and hit the hang-up up button on my phone. "Tonight is your first night as a slut” he said just as the phone began to ring. I got dressed and went with him back to the porno shop as my phone continued to ring away. That night I didn’t just suck a couple of cocks: I pushed my ass to the hole and took all the fuckers I could. It occurred to me that I was not just delivering a load from Montreal to Chicago. I could be bringing a hot load back from my long hauls ... deep inside me.

Took my brother for his P.A. yesterday so for the next 8 weeks his dick will be recovering , but his holes will get a good work out.

ANOTHER REAL EXPERIENCE – Unsuspected Pnp’ers Who knew they partied? A recent series of posts on Breeding Zone, discussing whether or not your friends are aware of your partying activities got me thinking about the times I discovered someone I knew and would never have expected indulged, was instead well-acquainted with enhanced sex. For 16 years, I've managed to keep my party life from interfering with my two careers or other "normal world" day-to-day activities. Some periods I attend pnp parties once or twice a week, some periods a few times a month, sometimes only once a month. In answer to your question, CERTAIN friends know I party (certainly my husband knows I do, though he does not - our open sexual relationship for the past 27+ years and our opposite work schedules mean I do so only during those times he is working which he is cool with). Only one of my straight friends knows I party, and select gay/bi friends. Usually those are friends I've either met "in the scene" who have crossed over into being actual real-world friends that one could rely on, rather than just pnp-buds (who are fine too, so long as one realizes the limitations and true parameters of that kind of interaction). However, every once in a while I'm surprised to discover someone I never expected is a partier, and I always get a kick out of hooking up in a situation like that. When my husband and I lived in Hell’s Kitchen in the 90s, directly across the air-shaft that sank through the center of our apartment building lived two guys who like us were musical theater performers – these guys were both hot and ripped African-American dancers (my hubby and I are Anglo – and like them I had a muscled dancer bod). It got to the point where we would all do 3 ways and 4 ways together… the catch being that either one or both of them would come to our place, or I would go to theirs by climbing across the airshaft 4 stories up! (My hubby, an opera singer, could not do the same). To be fair, the ventilation shaft was shaped like a hexagon <=> and we crawled across where in the angle where the two windows met. Like us, one of them was really kinky and the other pretty vanilla so no enhancements were ever included. They eventually moved out to LA to do music videos. Then, a few years later, after I had started to pnp a bit more, I bumped into Craig, the kinky one, at a buddy’s afternoon chemparty and finally got to play with him in a supercharged way – we did so several times during the time he was back in New York for a show – it was great to finally fuck that beautiful hot ass bareback and get fucked by his fat black cock the same way, along with some major hole play between us. There was a hot but conservative couple I knew that for years were very vocally anti-party - we'd played together, but it took longer for me to get to their place then the un-enhanced sex would actually take, and so I didn't go out often. Then one day out of the blue they had a total switch and my numerous sessions with them since have been very hoT - I've written about them in my true experiences blog on this site. The same for an actor/director I knew only professionally - we'd starred in two productions together and he'd directed me in a third... what a Christmas Present it was when this guy - a married guy with kids who had a TV series in the 80s and is in a ton of movies we've all seen - got me alone at a rehearsal for "A Christmas Carol" and told me he was bisexual and a 'mutual friend' had assured him that I could mentor him in the T-fueled gay sex scene which I gladly said I would... this was made even more ironic in that I was playing Bob Crachit and he was playing Ebenezer Scrooge at the time. Imagine if you will seeing Crachit and Scrooge naked, blowing clouds and booty bumping, with Crachit topping and breeding a leather restrained Scrooge and giving him chem piss... yeah we played that up in our first sex session (even used the British accents...). One of our other first sessions took place in his house one evening, in his office/library room while his soon-to-be ex-wife was out – we swapped pipe hits while fucking on his desk and blowing clouds on the family pics on his desk. When they separated, he took an apartment in Upper Manhattan and we pnp’d there frequently. Another surprise was recent and very, very welcome. During the '90s when I lived in Hell's Kitchen, there were a number of regularly scheduled sex parties in NYC. There was one I attended very frequently where the guys running it would not charge me the entrance fee if I would come early and get the sex started (having no inhibitions). One of the event runners, Bill, was one of the hottest guys I'd ever had sex with and we'd frequently save our last encounter of the night for each other when we'd flip-fuck, both of us having spent the rest of evening topping others. While I would do some bottoming on some nights, he never did at all, except for me and one other guy and only at the end of the party, because the other guys in management didn't want his big cock and butch leather reputation to be sullied among the other customers/guests - apparently, they felt, correctly it seems, that the possibility of being fucked by him brought lots of guys back week after week. Bill and I also very naughtily broke the “always use a condom” pledge that was part of the event rules somewhat frequently… however, it was usually so late that there’d be no one to notice who ever would have complained or reported it, and hell, he was one of the event runners! Anyway, these parties were very much NOT chem-friendly so how would I know he was into it? After 12 years without seeing each other, he read one of my "real experience" blogs on Tumblr, and as he said "I knew immediately that had to be you!" and sent a message. Funny, he was afraid I wouldn't remember, or that I'd not be interested - WRONG!! I nearly fell out of my chair trying to respond immediately - it's nice to know that someone you think was one of the most amazing sex partners EVER thinks the same of you! The first time I saw him after those 12 years, I met him in midtown to introduce him to my candyman. After sitting around with a few other guys and blowing clouds with them, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other – and since nothing was going to be happening where we were for at least a few more hours – we found a nearby hotel room, raced over there, got naked, loaded up our pipes and dove all over each other. We both ate hole for what seemed like hours, since we’re both addicted to rimming and we each do it VERY well. It was a very hot, unexpected surprise (we hadn’t planned on playing until the following week) and though it was only a couple of hours, it was just so much fun to really LET GO with this kindred spirit. Just this past weekend, I introduced him to a hot versatile couple I play with sometimes in the Bronx, and it was the first time I saw him slammed (he’s done so very infrequently)… it was amazing to watch him truly relax and just have FUN while the four of us flip fucked and enjoyed each other all around. So we've now partied together - one on one, which is unusual for me - several times now and the sessions have been awesome. We also relate on a number of other levels including having husbands with physical disabilities, and its great to have someone to talk about that with as well - its been double bonus time for both of us!

So here I am sitting on the couch legs in the air my true master pushing inside me as I yelp begging him to stop not to poz me. The sweat dripping off his brow the room filled with the sweaty scent of two pigs finally doing what they were bred for. It’s kind of a long story so let’s start at the beginning. Years before…. I had come out of yet another long boring relationship, another relationship in which I ended up self-sabotaging to get out off and become single again only to get drunk fuck around make a few mistakes and within another short time find myself in another relationship. Before my latest mistake which is how I ended up with my true master and cheating on my bf of 5 years, I was meeting my master. My master and I had been talking for years and I mean we had been talking since I was in high school and although our paths never crossed we would see each other online and talk and reconnect and it just felt so right but either he or I was in a relationship when the other wasn’t. So fast forward a few years and finally he is single and so am I. We talk online for about a week and make a meeting for Friday night. He walks inside and we just smile at each other and it was on, we started out kissing and moved our way into the bedroom he laid me on my back and ripped my pants off as he yanked his down. It was so fucking hot with the warm weather we were both sweating like pigs and dripping the bed sheets getting soaked. He forced my legs apart and without a question about rubbers he spat on his cock and rammed inside me. Now im no starter to getting fucked but my previous bf’s have been small endowed and I could easily take them, now my master he is thick and long and fuck me I yelped he got balls deep and I just thrashed about on the bed staring into his dark eyes as he continued to fuck me. Making his grunting noises as I stayed under him helpless and not in control. Grunting as he thrusts deep into me I whine as he tells me to fucking take his cock. Staring directly at me as he grinds his hips and forces his cock deeper inside me. He started fucking me harder his hands on my hips, my legs over his shoulders his face above mine dripping sweat onto me. I squeeze my arse down on his cock. It was a good hard deep thrust fuck for a few mins then suddenly, I yelped and his eyes widened I freaked out as he hit my second opening. “FUCK OWWW PULL OUT” I scream the sudden intrusion of pain I have NEVER felt before my head was spinning my body started convulsing I tried to pull away but my master held me tight and continued fucking me harder. Not speaking to me he just grins and fucks harder and holds me tighter and thrusts deeper hitting that spot over and over, my body trembling as I arch my back I start shaking sweating faster I start whimpering and whining my master fuckign harder trying to keep his dick inside me as I try to pull away moaning like a cheap whore. Suddenly my master throws his head back and growls as he unloads into me and I can feel my insides twisting and convulsing into knots as I swear I feel his cock unload his neg juice inside my neg cunt. I jump up and my back arches as I shake my guts churning as I look up at my sexy master and see him grinning as I tell him what’s happening. He gets this confused look and asks if I have never had an internal orgasm and I instantly curl up into a ball and shake uncontrollably as he lays behinds me and fingers my sloppy arse as I yelp out and throw my legs out as I nearly kick him in his nuts. I couldn’t believe it I HAVE NEVER felt this before it was amazing my whole body was on fire and it only intensified every time my master touched me. In the end I had to push him away to calm down. It was amazing it felt like my first time and the look of satisfaction on his face was an immense turn on. Finally, after coming down from my first real orgasm ever we just laid there and looked at each other. At the time I smoked and so did he so we went outside on the balcony in all our glory and just stood out there and smoked. And that was our first meet physically and emotionally we connected and bonded straight away. My only regret is that I just wish we spoke and communicated what exactly we were both really wanting. It could have saved us a lot of heartbreak. More to come If anyone finds this interesting I will post the next story. This is all true and whilst it starts off with both of us NEG it does digress unto our true calling of being poz pigs. The photo attached is off our first meeting and breeding....

Where to start? Okay, well, I’m a married man who has fantasied about barebacking, but I've always played safe. Even so, I think I was stealthed, but am not sure. This is what happened. Let me know what you think. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The wife was away for the week visiting friends. In fact I had just returned from the airport where I dropped her off, and watched her flight take off. Going on Squirt, I found a guy in my area. I’m mid-forties 196 cm tall at 150 kg and very much a bottom. The guy I found was around the same age and size as me but he was versatile and wanted me to top him after he had done me. We had talked about safe sex and the use of a condom. He asked if he could come to my house as his fantasy was to fuck a married man in his own bed. I thought 'What the hell? The worst that'll happen is I'll have to clean-up.' The guy also mentioned he wanted to use a butt plug on my ass. I was very horny so I made up my mind, and said 'okay' without thinking much in to it, giving him my address and recommending an arrival time. Then I jumped in the shower so I would be nice and clean. No sooner was I done when the doorbell rang and my heart jumped. 'Here we go', I thought as I opened the front door, wearing my bathrobe. Fuck he was much better looking than his photos. I closed the door, took his hand and led him into the bedroom, at which point I shed the bathrobe, dropping to my knees in front of him, thinking to myself 'He sure knows how to take a photo to make things look bigger'. I sucked on him for about five minutes, when his hands started pushing my head to go deeper I thought it was time. I stopped and put a condom on him and lay back on the bed facing him. He slipped in to me with a bit of pushing and a bit of pain but he was in, my ankles on his shoulders. And OMG his cock felt like a jack hammer as it attacked my ass. He came with the energy of a bull, which made up for any problem about size. He pulled out, asking the way to the bathroom which I told him. I could see the condom contained one hell of a big load of cum. I found the thought of his load being blown inside my ass very exciting, so my cock was rock hard. He returned to the bedroom carrying the butt plug he had mentioned. As he lubed it, he explained he would insert it in my ass, and, that I was to fuck his hole. When I approached orgasm he would squeeze the reservoir which was attached to the butt plug, which would further increase the diameter of the butt plug, giving the sensation of a guy cumming inside my ass. The butt plug readily slipped it into my ass. 'What the hell?' I thought, as I donned a condom. He got on all fours, I slid into his hole, and he reached back and grabbed the reservoir. I fucked him for some time and, as I did so, I found the thought of the load he had left in that condom that sent me over the top, as I blew my load into the condom. As I was cumming he squeezed the reservoir, and as he had said, the plug seemed to swell a bit, giving my prostate a little jolt. I thought I heard him mutter "Here's a gift for you,” but I'm honestly not sure. My focus was on the earth-shattering orgasm I had just enjoyed. I lay there for a bit, then he pulled out the plug. I thought I felt some fluid flow out of my ass, so I popped into the bathroom to clean-up, but apparently was wrong. My ass was fine. Removing the condom into which I had blown my load, I wrapped in in toilet paper and reached to drop it in the trashcan, only to see the condom he had used on me, discarded in the trashcan. The condom, which when I had last seen it had contained a large load of cum, was empty. Where had all his seed gone? By the time I got back to the bedroom he was dressed, and extending a good bye as he left. His abrupt departure left me somewhat surprised and wondering if I had said something inappropriate. Then I felt a dribble down my leg. I wiped my leg, and glanced at the fluid. It was somewhat viscous and slightly opaque in color. It definitely looked odd, so unthinkingly I gave it a sniff. It smelt like semen. I went cold. Would he? Could it? Would you?

part one is here: 1988 I didn't want to get out of bed on Sunday morning...mainly because I was a little hungover, but also because I didn't want to look at myself in the bathroom mirror. Jessie had said I looked like a horror movie, and it couldn't have improved much overnight. I made myself step out in the hallway and go to take a shower. So little to look forward to in my reflection and so much to dread. I guess it wasn't SO bad. Most of the dried blood must have worn of on my pillow. The cut was very thin and looked clean. I'd probably have a gnarly scar eventually. I also looked into my own eyes -- into a grown man's eyes. I was no longer a virgin, but I looked pretty much the same except for the cut and the bloodshot eyes. I showered for a long time. I knew there were things from my adventure that I couldn't wash away. When I touched the bar of soap to my asshole, it hurt a little. As i dried off and got dressed, I thought about Shane and Dawn. Did I indirectly cause another teen pregnancy last night? Maybe I could ask Dawn if I could be the kid's godfather. And then I thought about the new kind of living thing I might have inside of me...I'd directly caused that. I asked for it even. Jessie. Jessie's kiss. His lips. His eyes. I could find no regret anywhere inside of me. I sensed the house was empty. It was quiet for a Sunday at 11 AM. As much as I wanted to just go back to bed, I was hungry and wanted cereal. As I walked down the stairs, Dad came home with a bunch of grocery bags. I was strangely happy to see him. He glanced up quickly and greeted me. I tried to think of how I'd explain the cut, but all I'd come up with so far was 'I don't remember'. "Are you just now getting up? Must have been a good party. Come help me." "Where's Mom?" "No idea. She didn't come home last night. I went to the grocery store by myself for the first time in decades. It was fun!" I helped him unload the goods. It was a bunch of frozen, microwavable stuff from Stouffer's and Jimmy Dean. I'd never seen shit like this in our house before. Mom would be horrified...but she was AWOL. After the freezer was full, I looked at the other stuff. Cheetos, pork rinds, Pop Tarts, Rice Krispie Treats....the world must be ending. "Check it out," he said as he pulled a giant bottle of Captain Morgan's rum out of a bag. "Rickman's opens at 10 now. Let's have a little eye-opener" "Dad! I haven't even eaten yet!" He tossed me box of pop tarts which I ate immediately. All six of them. He was busy making us drinks and hadn't seen my cut cheek until he sat down at the table across from me. "What the holy hell happened to your face?!" "I don't remember. I got pretty drunk and probably fell or something." "Looks like it was done with a scalpel. Did you fall on a piece of glass?" "Maybe. So where do you think Mom is?" "It's not infected at least. Son...I think your mother has left us. Doesn't matter much. Just remember that she loves you and always will. You haven't touched your drink." "It's kind of early for this, Dad." "Nerd! Just kidding. I've always been proud I raised a little bookworm. You only have three days of school left and I am quitting my job tomorrow -- this is going to be a week-long party!" Wow. I took a long sip of the rum and coke. Nice. The taste reminded me of chocolate. "So I can skip school tomorrow? I've never done that." "It's the right time. You already got accepted to college and have nothing to go back for. Same here. I'm looking for an eye clinic to work for in St. Louis. Hell, I might even start my own." "So are you guys getting divorced?" "I can only tell you that I am. I can't stay here. I have to move which breaks my heart because I always wanted to have a home here you could back to." He made another round of cocktails. "I have to go back to school at least once....to return my books." "Yeah, yeah. You're good about stuff like that." "Did you and Mom ever love each other?" He belched and paused. "Yes. We did. I was so happy the day we got married...and the day you were born. But...I don't know. Why do you ask?" "Because I think I've fallen in love." "I figured as much. This was in the mailbox." He handed me an envelope with nothing on it except 'ERRIN'. No stamp, no address...just my misspelled name. "I didn't open it. What happened last night?" "Well..." I finally just told him I was gay,met a man and we made out. I didn't mention any of the other stuff. I chugged more of the drink. "Yeah. I'm sorry, but we pretty much knew you were a gay from early on. Thank you for confirming it, though. Does this guy you met have anything to do with your wound?" I scrambled for an answer. "No. I don't think so. I was pretty drunk." (part of that was true) "Well, Aaron. We hit a milestone just now. Let's toast!" He made more strong drinks, and it was only noon. I felt a bit of tension melt away from my spine. We sipped them without toasting -- I guess he forgot. I held the envelope and it was burning the palm of my hand. What was inside? What did it say? "We need a radio, Dad. Want me to bring my boom box down here?" "Yeah! Great idea. And read your letter too. You don't have to tell me what it says if you don't want to. I'm gonna microwave us some pizza rolls!" I raced upstairs and tore the letter open. I sensed from the handwriting that it was written quickly. Dear Errin, Hi. How are you today? Is your cut better? Mine is fine. Did you sleep OK? I want to see you again very soon! Can we meet tonight in the park? Just us. The guys won't be there so don't worry about them. We have decided to lay low for now. They are worried that you live so close to where I killed you. ha ha. We can meet where your friends had the party. That area. The keg is still there. They are going to lose the deposit. Can we meet tonight around 1? We don't have to do anything. Just talk, ok? I want to see you. Tonight!!! -- J I read it two more times and touched the ink letters with my fingers. I put it under my pillow and grabbed my boom box. Downstairs in the kitchen, Dad had made us two fresh rum and cokes. I plugged the radio in. "I'm gonna get a stereo for every room. Want to go shopping with me?" "Sure. You want to hear old stuff, right?" He snorted. "Just you wait. All your favorite songs will be 'oldies' one day." Maybe not, I was thinking. I found 95 FM which played all the shit I knew he liked. I liked New Wave and certain pop songs. Madonna was my favorite....God love that tired old bitch -- she just kept going. She was probably in her 40's by now. "That! That song played at my prom." It sounded dull to me. "Fog Hat!" "Did you know Mom then?" "Slow Riiiiide...Take it eeeeasy!....What? No. I was a lot like you in high school. Never dated because I wanted to get into med school. Are you going to date this man now?" "I doubt it." "Well you can invite him here if you want to. I'll be cool." The endless string of old rock songs continued and Dad kept refilling our glasses. "Dad? Can we listen to another station now?" "No. I got a better idea. Go get your top five tapes and play some of your music for me." That would be tricky. Have you ever played a song you loved for somebody and they had no reaction? Music hit their ear differently than it did yours. It was too much pressure and so I just grabbed the first give tapes on top of my pile. Back downstairs, Dad has smoking two cigs at a time. Weird. "Here. I just lit one for you. What you got for us?" I played my all-time favorite: Elvis Costello's 'My Aim is True'. It had enough of an oldies rock feel that hr might dig it. He listened and drank. The only song he seemed to like was "Allison" -- maybe because he'd heard it before. "Well?" "Here. I lit one for you. I changed my mind about the music. We got all Summer for that...I want to talk about your gay thing." "My gay thing??" Was he serious? "I meant...just be patient with me, Son. It's new territory for me." "Sorry. You can ask me anything, but I don't know much." "But you know to be careful, right? Careful of HIV? Of course you know...you're smart. But I'll still worry, OK?" If he only knew. "I know about that part. It's the love part, the courtship part that I don't know anything about." "I only ever dated two girls before meeting your mother. It's different for everybody. Who is this guy you like? What's his name? Is he in your class?" "His name is Jessie and he's a few years older than me. I just kind of ran into him in the park." "What does he do?" Oh God. "He's in sales." "And how does he make you feel? What makes you think it's love?" "I don't know that it is...for sure. I just know I felt a connection, a feeling like I've never had before." "That sounds about right." I almost told him that I was meeting Jessie tonight. He'd most likely be passed out by then. Speaking of....I suddenly needed a nap. "Dad, I need to rest a little now. Will you be okay?" "I was thinking the same thing. Let's get some sleep and then continue the party later." He went to his bedroom and I went to mine. I changed my pillow case and looked at the letter again. I loved his boxy, deliberate handwriting. I touched my lips to the paper. I tried to smell a trace of him, but the whole house stunk of cigarettes. I just put my head on the pillow and immediately found the dreams that were already waiting for me. Jessie. Jessie' face, voice, body. His penis. The light in my window was darker when I finally convinced myself to get up. I showered for the second time today, and maybe took a little too much time getting my hair right. I picked out some casual but nice clothes to put on. I didn't shave because maybe a beard would help hide the scar I'd eventually get. Cologne? Not yet. "AARON!! Wake up!" "I'm right here, Dad." He was in the kitchen, doing something with the oven. Really? "I was trying to make garlic bread, but I burned it. Your mom's fancy oven is too complicated...it's like something from NASA." He was wearing only underwear again. "Need an apron?" "Nah. But look at you -- dressing for dinner. No wait. You're going to meet your boyfriend, right?" "I was going to tell you. But yeah." "Well. I put lasagna in the microwave. It'll be ready in 12 minutes. I think. Let's have a cocktail. Sit." Rum again. "Do you think Mom is ever coming home?" I decided I didn't care if she did. We sipped. "Who knows? She might be shacking up with some guy. I don't give much of a damn. But, you need to be honest with me..." "About what?" Uh oh. "Your cut looks to thin and clean to come from falling. I went to med school, you know? It's from a blade. Tell me some truth, Aaron." "Yes. It came from a knife with a very sharp blade." "Did your boyfriend do it. I'll kill him." "No. No, I did it to myself...to save us from gangsters." "WHAT?" "Things have changed, Dad. Crofton Park is known as the 'The Kill Zone' now. It was dangerous and I did what I had to...to survive." "Holy Fuck, Son." "But I'm fine. Jessie had nothing to do with it." Pretty much a lie. "Don't ever go back there without me. That lasagna smells like shit. Let's eat the other garlic loaf. It's not baked, but it's buttery and tasty still." So that's what we did while the manure entree went untouched. The bread really was pretty good. I wondered which way the wheels in his head were turning. "Bring him. Bring Jessie here to meet me. I'll feel better after you do that." We finished the whole loaf of bread and I felt a little sick. "I will." "Ok. That's settled. I will prepare myself to meet my only son's gay boyfriend. Give me a day or two." "Thanks, Dad." He made us more drinks as I glanced up at the clock. 9:25 PM. So much time. "Let's watch a movie!" That would fill the next two hours. Perfect. And I knew what movie he'd put in. "The Amityville Horror". Dad had grandparents that lived in that area. "Did I ever tell you I saw that house?" Yes. "Really?" "Yeah. The book had just came out. My brother and I drove by it during the day. All those houses sell for millions now. The market there is insane!" I'd heard all this before...many times. I was just busy looking at James Brolin. The ideal man, I swear. "The traffic was a mess. Those poor neighbors." This movie scared the fuck out of me as a kid. "Dad? Do you believe the story?" "No way! Aaron, there are no such things as ghosts." I wasn't so sure. I got a chance to see James in his tighty-whities. So I was done. It was almost 11. "Let's have a drink, Dad. Want to go to the kitchen?" "No. Stay put. We'll have a living room party tonight." He lumbered away and fussed with making drinks. He was trying to turn us both into alcoholics I guess. The clock on the VCR said 11:03 PM. Jessie was thinking of me...I sensed that. I wanted to see him so bad. "Jesus -- look at the time. What time are you meeting your guy?" He handed me a fresh drink. "Soon." "But not in the park, right? Meet him at Denny's or something." "We're meeting at the corner." Lie. "OK. Just remember what I said. Bring him here so I can see him. Got it?" We drank a little and saw the dog rescue George from the muck in the basement. No way. I never believed in that part. "How is that dog strong enough to lift him?" I turned to look at Dad, but his eyes were closed. Poor man. He was going through so much. I would appreciate him more from now on. I would repay his kindness. Somehow. I lifted him lengthwise on the couch and covered him with a thin blanket. I never ever wanted to feel pity for my father. It was 11:25. I wanted to see Jessie so bad. I could just go early. So I did. Dad was snoring as I let myself out. It was quiet as I crossed the street. The night was warm. I was SO early, but I'd kill time somehow. I still had the salutatorian speech to write. It's funny how I once thought about just saying "Fuck all of you!". But now I wanted to say something meaningful. Something.... I wished I'd brought the rum with me. I would stake out a spot close to the entrance and watch for Jessie. I got a sense the park was empty, and I planned on thinking more about my graduation speech. I'd make it short for sure. Nobody liked listening to these speeches...they wanted to go home and celebrate privately. "I wish you all the best." ?? No. That was a little too brief. A hand on my shoulder.... "Looks like we had the same idea." It was Jessie. "I couldn't wait to see you again. I thought I was way early." He looked so sexy in the shadows, with his polo shirt and big, white high-tops. His face seemed somehow different too. He was wearing a nice cologne. "Walk with me. I have a surprise for you. I also brought your brand of cigarettes. Here." He handed me a pack and asked if I'd light one for him. I did. "I also got a new bottle of whiskey. But you have to wait for that. Come." "Thank you for the letter, Jessie." "I was hoping nobody else opened it." "Nope. My dad got it out of the mailbox and just handed it tome. He's not himself right now, and Mom has disappeared." "Is that why you want to leave?" "I guess. Maybe. It doesn't matter anyway. My dad is moving and selling the house. Mom has another life somewhere. There's no home for me in this town....no reason to stay." "You will miss this place if you leave. You need to stay." He wasn't hearing me. In the distance, I saw an green light. It was that weird shade of green that glow-in-the-dark cereal prizes always had. What? "What is that light?" "Camp. Come on." Sure enough...there was a lantern (battery powered?) on the ground next to some blankets and a bottle of booze. "Whoa! You brought all this back here by yourself??" The keg had vanished. "It's not so much. How is your cut?" "Fine." "Let me see." He held the lantern thing up above our heads.In the light, I saw that he was neatly clean shaven. He looked so cute. I like beards, but this look suited him more. "You really made a long cut with that knife." "How is your cut, Jessie?" He let the light down at his side and lifted his shirt. The cut was just a line of scab. I put my hand on his cock and felt it through his jeans. Hard. I wanted to open his fly, but he'd already had the same idea. His dick poked out, less than an inch from my lips. I never wanted anything so bad! I instantly kissed and tongued his beautiful meat. He inhaled noisily and gently pushed the head over my tongue. He'd said in his letter that we would just talk tonight, but I guess he wanted to do more. I know I did. He was so careful and kind. My man. I wanted to taste his cum in my throat, but had no way of vocalizing that request. "Oh! Such a soft mouth! Take your clothes off, Aaron." I stripped down while he did the same. Once again, he took his socks off too. I followed suit. Maybe I'd ask him about that sometime. I didn't come from a barefoot family...we all wore socks or slippers in the house. "Is your butt too sore for me to fuck again?" "No." It maybe was, but I wanted him back inside me. It was very necessary. I lied on the blanket and looked up at the half-moon. He was something out of a tube. Cream? It made slopping, slurpy sounds as he rubbed it on his dick. He put a glob of it on my ass. His expression was unreadable. He had the studied,blank face of someone paying bills or waiting for the oven to pre-heat. He was not interested in making this slow. His greased dick went straight for the target. I had no time to protest because he was inside of me so fast. OW! I wanted to force him off a little, but he was heavy. "You can yell if you want...nobody is around. Or I can put my sock in your mouth again. Choose." I don't have a response. I want to yell...in pain and pleasure. I will yelp if I want to. Give me the sock, please." "Good. Last night, I wore that sock you chewed on and it was wet on my foot. So nice. I'll never wash that one." He stuffed the new sock in my mouth and it tasted like fabric softener. He then proceeded to push that big dick of his inside me...quicker then I was ready for. He closed his eyes. "Oh...there...I'm in. A few more times of doing this and you'll enjoy it more. We'll be like an old married couple." He went so deep that I thought he'd hit the bottom of my stomach somehow. Damn. My legs were splayed open like a dissected frog in biology class. I reached around and pulled him closer. Closer. His weight and his body heat fueled my passion. I wanted him to enjoy this as much as I was starting to. "No...I ....I need to cum now. It's..it's NOW! Shit!" His whole body tensed and was still. He panted and said some Spanish under his breath. "You can leave, but you'll never be rid of me." He lied down on the blanket next to me and sighed happily. I'd had sex two times in two days. Was this real? "Need a minute to rest?" "Just a few seconds, okay? My head is doing spins." "Take your time. That was wonderful, Jessie, but I wish I could see your face in the daytime." "This face?" He was directly over me again, looking into my eyes. A long passionate kiss followed. His hair was so soft. My eyes were closed, but I had this weird sense that his were open. And then he did something I'll always remember. He pushed two big fingers in my mouth, like he was searching for a lost ring or something. It was weird and only slightly erotic. Maybe there was a kinky significance I was missing. And then he stopped, and we sat up. I didn't ask him about the finger thing. "Wow." "Yea wow. I want to make you say that word every day from now on." Wow again. "Here's your sock...I'm gonna put my clothes on." We both dressed in silence. We sat back down on the blanket and just listened to the night as the green glow of the lantern illuminated out shy faces. "Open the bottle, Aaron. I have something else for you..." He reached into the pocket of his jeans and handed me a new pack of cigarettes. Cool. I'd developed a taste for smoke and booze. "Before yesterday, I'd never had a drink or a cigarette." "Really? That's another reason you should stay -- lots of drinking in college." "Maybe in some places, but I'm staying in a dorm where no booze is allowed. I'll have a roommate, and I'm dreading that part." "You should worry. He might be awful." "He might, but you have to understand that my dad is selling the house. I couldn't stay home if I wanted to. There won't be a home to stay in." I studied Jessie's handsome face. He was thinking. "Would you like to go out on a date with me, Aaron?" "A date? Like a date date? Dinner and a movie date?" "Yes. But not a movie. You can't talk in a movie." "No...but you can hold hands." He smiled. "Yes. I didn't think of that. Get up, Mr. Romantic -- I will walk you home." "What about all your stuff?" "I'll get it later. I want you to rest up for our date tomorrow!" Tomorrow? So soon? We started heading back to the park entrance as we shared sips from the bottle of whiskey. "I have to tell you something, Jessie..." "Yes?" "I sorta promised my dad that he could meet you before we continued seeing each other." "Oh. What does he know about me already?" "Just your name...if he even remembers me telling him. He's a party animal this week." "Yes. OK. I will come by around 5 PM. Is that too early?" "No. That's a good time. We'll just stay a minute and then leave." And that's what happened. We all met the next day, and it seemed to go pretty well. Dad was maybe a little taken aback by all of the tattoos on Jessie's arms, but played it cool...even though I could read a hint of distrust in his expression. But dads did that, right? I'd never brought a girl home before -- so maybe he was just too new at this. The date was nice, everything I could have hoped for. We went to see "Rain Man" a few weeks later (and held hands through every second of it). Every chance he had, Jessie told me about how I shouldn't leave. He laid out so many awful scenarios that could happen to me. Not one conversation passed without us going into that. I knew he wanted me to stay, and I knew I wanted to stay. But my future wasn't here. A few sweethearts in my class were already engaged to be married, and I thought that was so stupid of them. Too soon and not smart. The world was out there. Jessie and I had sex almost every night that Summer. We tried a few different things, but always he did that thing with his fingers...reaching them in my mouth. Once, he wanted to see if he could get his whole hand in me and almost dislocated my jaw. He did it with his toes too. We never discussed it, but I think he was somehow trying to climb inside of me. Either that ...or grab something of mine to keep for himself. He sometimes joined Dad and I for our daily parties. One of the last times we did this, Dad seemed to openly resent Jessie's intrusion. "Hey, Aaron. Your grandpa sent you a nice check in the mail. Said it's for luggage and pizza." It was an 800 dollar check! Cool. I didn't even need luggage. Dad seemed pleased that I'd shifted my attention away from Jessie's hand on my knee. "Oh...and I went ahead and changed the terms of your trust fund. You get it now. It's already in your savings account. I'm moving soon, and you need it more now. You can even go get an apartment if the dorm is bad." Wow. Life was taking a sunny turn all the sudden. Jessie was silent. "I don't know what to say, Dad!" "Then don't. Your speech at graduation was so nice. You made me sound like a better father than I ever really was." We toasted all the happy news. I'd miss him so much when I left. Here were two men I loved...and I had to leave them. You could tell Dad had won the night tonight. Jessie was just a witness. "It's been a pleasure, Doug. Aaron and I and have a reservation at 7." We did? I didn't know anything about that. "Yeah...fine. But remember I get these last few says alone with my son. Alone!" Wow. If I still had a mother present, she'd be part of this illogical tug-of-war. "Let's go yo your room. I know the shirt I want you to wear." Jessie was giving me that look of 'go along with it'. "The blue-striped one?" "No. A different one. I'll show you." He pulled me up out of the chair and practically dragged me up the stairs. What the fuck? "Which shirt do you mean?" He closed the door behind us. "Any one you want. I'm sorry, but your dad was trying to own you tonight and doesn't know I already own you. All that money? He tried, but I won." "No, Jessie. He's just going through some stuff. I'm probably his only friend. Don't dislike him, please." "I know. I know. I don't. Get dressed and fix your hair...you know I don't like it when you use gel and slick it back like that. Go get ready and I'll deposit your check at the ATM for you. United Federal, right?" "Uh...yeah. Here's my card. The PIN is my birthday. Six digits. Remember it?...I can write it down." "I KNOW it, Aaron. Go get ready. Leave your hair dry-looking, okay? Hurry. I'll be right back." And he was gone. I should have walked with him. What if Dad was still awake, more drunk, and itching for a fight?? Jessie had a knife on him always. Fuck it. It was almost 6:30. I combed out my dry gel helmet and got dressed. I wore the leather loafers I'd never put on. Our last date. The end. I was so ready. I ventured downstairs to wait for Jessie and check on Dad. He was of course passed out on the couch with CNN blaring. Dan Quayle had said some retarded thing again as Jessie's car pulled into the driveway. He let himself on before I could open the door. "We're already running late, boy. Let's go." We stood on the porch for a second as the sun tried to set. I had this weird idea that it hesitated slightly just to watch what Jessie and I did next. "Boy? I'm a man, Jessie. Where are we going?" "There. Just there. Our last night together should not be wasted looking at menus and unfolding napkins. We're going to the park and have a very serious talk. OK?" "Sure." He held my hand in his big paw as we crossed the street. He was in a mood that made no sense to me. Wasn't this going to be romantic? We got to one of the nearest tables and sat. Serious talk? He let a long breath. "You're not leaving. Get that through your brain. I won't be without you, Aaron. I just...I can't. CanNOT!" "I love you, Jessie. But I have to go. There's no life for me here anymore." "YES! There IS! I am here. I am inside of you. How will explain your HIV to those kids up there?" "We've been through this. I'm leaving on Thursday. I'm ready." "I could kill you now -- you know that, right? I could kidnap you or other things. Don't cross me." Whoa. He sounded unhinged. "I'll come back to see you, Jessie. And you can visit me too. It's less than a two hours' drive." "No. Not options I like." "I'm trying, Babe. Look...we can spend the night in my bed tonight. Want that?" "Nope. We're done here. I'll help you pack your car on Wednesday night. We'll say 'good bye' and be done, but..." "But?" "Nothing. Go home. Get out of my eyes. See you on Wednesday. Go." Oh. My first boyfriend just dumped me. I'd survive. The next few days I spent with Dad. We drank and watched TV and smoked. I kept thinking of Jessie, but it was an aching thought I'd leave behind. So much was ending now...and I needed some beginnings. That last night in my childhood bed...I wasn't cold but I covered up anyway. I wished I could go back in time. He said he'd come over tonight to help me load the car, but never did. It was all done anyway. And then...And then I felt a hard knock on my skull. Blue fireworks exploded across my closed eyelids. I also smelled the rag over my nose. It was like sweet mold and then I was no more. What I mean is...I was somewhere else, a place where knowing things wasn't important.

I got fucked by that HUGE black guy again late last night but first he insisted I had to have at least a dozen loads in me so I got naked at the bookstore and bent over for any cock that wanted to load me up. Then I went to his place where 2 of his friends bred the white whore anonymously before he gave me some poppers and then slowly slid into my ass and started pounding. Cum was pouring out of my ass and down my legs as he fucked me but it wasnt too long before he started jack hammering my ass and telling me he was going to cum. I licked and cleaned up his dick and then he led me, still blindfolded, out the front door down the the street. I could feel his heavy cock hitting my ass and I grabbed it and started stroking. It didn't take much until he was hard again and asked me "You want this dick again, bitch?" Of course I did! I'm a whore that can't ever get enough dick. He bent me over a car hood and pushed into my ass. I was sore so this time it hurt but I told him to use my hole and he pounded me right there on the street. A couple cars drove by and the 2nd one stopped and told him to fuck that white bitch. He asked if they wanted to fuck a whore so they parked and after he shot a second load in my ass 2 other guys fucked me there bent over the car hood. When they finished they left and he told me to give him the blindfold and drive home naked with their cum inside me. I got home after 3am and dressed by the side of the truck before going in the house. Went to bed and woke up late this morning horny and laying in a puddle of cum.

I've been traveling for work since last Wednesday -- a string of boring cities and no one to talk with. I did manage a couple hotel hookups on Scruff, but both were lame and anticlimactic (literally). I've had dinner alone for 5 nights, and was just looking for someone to share a few beers, chat it up, and maybe go back to my hotel room for some playtime. But I really wanted some conversation. My trip was extended to included New Orleans at the last minute, so I flew from Artizona to NOLA the other night. I've been to NOLA once before, about 6 years ago for work with some colleagues, but hadn't explored all the gay spots. So, I pulled out my phone and started checking out places to go. I hoped on Scruff (knowing I wouldn't find anyone for dinner on BBRTS), but it was a slow night. So, I finally ate alone, hung at the hotel for bit, then got read to hit Bourbon Street and the gay bars. It's still warm here, so I threw on shorts, a tank top, and flip flops to head out. I popped into two bars across the street from one another that looked promising -- Oz and Bourbon St. Pub. I liked the pub better and settled at the bar with a cosmo. I gotta say, the bartender was generous. I chatted up a couple people at the bar, buit they came and went fast. The bartender was engaging, and I thought he was a possibility for later. But I also don't like waiting around for hours for a bartender to finish his shift. I had a second cosmo, and the circumstances didn't improve much. Scruff and Growlr were sporadic, and had way too many, "Hey!" Then never said anything more. I was scanning gaycities to see what other options existed. Phoenix Bar was intriguing, but I didn't want to walk that far. Rawhide was only a block or two away. I knew the reputation, but it wasn't really what I wanted tonight. Honestly, I was feeling pissed. My first night in years in NOLA, where you supposedly can get laid just walking down the street, and there were few people around, and no action. No one in the bar really excited me, and I decided to leave when my cocktail was finished. I headed over to a neighborhood bar (Good Fellas? Something like that) and had another cosmo. STill nothing but small talk, and the bar was mainly empty on both floor. The cosmos were feeling good, and I was feeling a bit resentful toward the pairs and threesomes of guys talking here and there. I decided to leave. I kinda knew where I was gonna go, though part of me really didn't want to. But I walked the couple blocks to Rawhide and went in. What a seedy place! I mean, it smells like an ABS but has a bar in it. I thought about leaving, but was still intrigued by the legend and had to check it out. I got a vodka and cranberry, and started to wander around. At this point I knew I was kinda drunk, and really just wanted to leave, but was still enthralled to see if it lived up to its reputation. There were only 4 or 5 guys hanging in the back, near a chain link fence in middle of the room (I still don't know what that's about!), but no one really caught my attention. I was easily 10 years younger than any of them, and probably 20 years younger. I stood along the back, leaning against the counter, resoluate to leave. One guy to my right was standing along the wall and seemed to be stroking his cock slowly. I couldn't see the size in the dim lighting. There was a much older guy, I would guess late 60s, skinny and not attractive, staring at me from the other side. I ignored him and moved away to my right. Finally, a guy stepped out from a side area -- the bathrooms, I learned later, and walked over near me. We checked out each other, giving tugs at the front of our shorts. He pulled out his cock and started stroking, so I did the same. He didn't wait long before stepping closer, letting our cocks bump, and stroking together. After a minute, his hand touched the back of my head, and guided me down to his cock. It was a nice cock! So I started sucking him. Then I felt a hand slide into the back of my shorts. I realized it was the older guy, and I pushed his hand away, concentrating on the cock in my mouth. Now I felt another hand on my ass, this one firmer and bigger. I saw the guy I was sucking leaning to his left to get a better hold of my ass. I let my shorts slide to the floor. There was some awkward movement for a moment, and I realized he was pulling something out of his pocket. There was a plastic snap, and I felt a drizzle of lube run down the crack of my ass. His fingers quickly began probing my hole, working the lube inside. Again he moved kinda awkwardly, his fingers disappearing from my hole, and then a bottle of poppers appeared under my nose. I took a deep hit, then a second, holding my breath momentarily to catch the full rush. He pushed against my back to bend me forward, and I positioned myself against the built in seating along the back wall, while his cock started to probe my hole. fuck it felt good! He had long deep strokes, and I just groaned as he took me from behind. All I could see was the gritty ledge in front of me. He pounded my hold like that for minutes, keeping a steady pace, and then pulled out. I don't think he came -- there weren't any of the tell-tale actions or sounds. He just stepped back. Before I could turn around and reassess what was going on, another cock slid into my hole. This guy didn't waste any time, or give me a change to say no. He just started fucking hard. I stepped out of my shorts and flip flops, spreading my stance to take his cock better. I pulled off my tank top over my head. I was feeling used, and just wanted to be naked. I had another hit of poppers (no idea from whom), and again the guy stepped away from my ass. I quick turned around, picked up my shorts, then leaned back on the ledge and pulled my legs up. The guy I'd seen stroking when I came in stepped up and starting pushing inside. He had a mushroom head and I yelped when it stretched my hole. He didn't care. He started plugging away at my ass. I was totally caught up in it -- laying naked in the back of a bar, getting fucked bare. I was rock hard. "Yeah! Fuck my ass! Fuck it!" The guy pounded me. I was thinking he'd come soon, but he had stamina. I grunted through a few more strokes, then noticed the old guy standing close to my left. His cock was out and he put it in my hand. It was BIG! Really BIG!! It had to be 9 inches ( a real 9, not the faux 9 some guys claim online), and had some girth to it. It was intimidating and enthralling at the same time. I was lost in cock lust, and he knew it. The guy fucking me stepped back, and the old guy stepped up to the plate. His slid inside. I grunted, thinking I couldn't take it all. He held my ankles, spread my legs wider, and started fucking my raw ass with long, deep strokes. I just moaned, leaning back and feeling like a total whore in the scene. I wouldn't give this guy the time of day, but now he was using my ass for his pleasure. That was HOT~~~ All of a sudden he started grunting, three quick sounds that matched three sharp thrusts into my ass. The fucker had just bred me without a word. And now he was just stepping back and walking away. Not even a tap on my ass to thank me. I was winded and lighted headed, learning forward and trying to catch myself to get upright. A few guys were standing around watching the show. I wasn't sure if I wanted to hang out and get fucked again, or leave. I waited a moment to reoriented myself. The guy with the mushroom head stepped up again and pushed his cock against my hole. I submitted immediately, and he fucked me standing up. This time he was fucking with more urgency. "Take my load!" And then I felt him spasm. He pushed deep inside and held it there, "My load is buried deep." Then he pulled out, tapped my ass, and walked toward the bathrooms. I put on my shorts and flip flops, carrying my tank top as I walked out of the bar. I felt like a total whore as I walked back to my hotel, feeling the stickiness across my ass. Fucked raw by four random guys, two of whom bred me. My head was spinning, even after I got back to the hotel and jerked off thinking about it all.

so, it’s been a few weeks and we have met up every Friday night and Saturday night at my place in the city. It’s been sex sex sex and sex. But before we jump in I must discuss a few things and tell you a bit more of ourselves. For one we aren’t slim twinks we are husky solid bears/cubs. Sweaty unshowered pigs, we were both discovering the true pigs we were, unfortunately nothing we did saved the relationship from me breaking up with him and breaking his heart (that is for later). So, every weekend we would meet, we would fuck each other suck and rim worship each other we would fuck and not cum and did so for several weeks and this is the next part of the story. So, we meet up at my place on a Friday night and go outside on the balcony for a smoke and as we are smoking we are grinding against each other and kissing and just being smutty. Fuck he is a great kisser and makes my knees buckle. Im finishing up my smoke and he unzips me and starts sucking my sweaty cock right outside as I groan and grab his head I start face fucking him holding my cock down his throat watching his face turn red as I pull out as he gasps for breath shoving back inside. Feeling my cock slide down his gullet feels so fucking good we haven’t cum in weeks instead meeting up and just using each other to edge ourselves and not allowing each other to cum. Tonight, is the night I can feel it as I feel my nuts burn with desire. I pull out and grunt as I tell him to get inside. I push him inside and rip his shirt off he is wearing his leather harness and fuck he smells so sweaty, I bury my face in his arm pit as he growls and rips his pants off as I turn him around and push him onto the bed on all fours as I pull my pants down and spit on my cock. I push inside him and I shudder, hearing him grunt he takes my cock so well. Im not the largest at about 6 inches thicker at the base and when im really excited it thickens. No complaints but im happy and so is my master he just grunts as I start fucking him. I don’t have the holding power he does I thrust deep right to my hairy nuts and push in deep, I start fucking him grinding my hips into his arse. “OH, fuck yeah you have a nice arse I love fucking you raw” grunting as I thrust in again I feel my balls tighten and my cock tingles as I pull out and groan trying not to cum. My master senses my excitement and throws me on my back and pushes my legs apart as he growls and pushes against my arse. Again, im still not used to his cock and I seem to close up after two or three days and get tight again. He grunts as he forces me open and buries deep in me. “FUCKKKK GO SLOW” I whine, he grunts “Open up for me piggy I aint stopping” he growls and pushes in deeper. Forcing himself in me I groan as I feel myself open. This goes on for ages, on my back on all fours behind me on myside. I can feel him hit that spot inside me again as I begin to arch my back as my gut starts to cramp up he fucks me harder, holding me down as he growls and grunts. Slamming himself into me I can feel his massive nuts slapping my arse. The room smelling of sweat and sex. “Im Gunna Fucking Cum in your cunt pig” he growls as he stares into my eyes I can’t reply all I can do is whimper and push down on his cock as he suddenly slips into my second opening and makes me scream out loud. ‘FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK MEEEEEEEEEE CUM IN MEEEEEEEEEEEEE” I scream im sure I woke my housemate but I didn’t care I felt him slam inside me and hold still I could feel his cock flex inside me a sure sign he was blowing inside me. Hearing him growl as he blew inside me I cud feel my cock swell as I blew my load over his stomach Shaking under him I could feel the internal orgasm. “FUCKKK again, ohhh fuckkkkkkkk don’t pull out” I whimper feeling myself shake and quiver under him his cock hitting my insides feeling slick full of cum he grins and holds still in me as my back arches and I can’t stop it’s an incontrollable urge. If you haven’t experienced it, it’s so hard to describe and for those that have had one you know exactly what im going through. Finally, after a few minutes he pulls out and I groan feeling empty, his cum leaking out my arse, he collapses beside me. Over the course of the night we get up and go outside for a smoke and a drink and head back into the room and as he dozes off im on the internet and on BBRT and looking at profiles and my first thought about pozzing crosses my screen. It’s a biker travelling from Sydney to Brisbane and he starts chatting me up and I tell him im neg and that my master is neg and looking for fun times etc all the boring stuff. Anyway, my master wakes and he sees what im doing and im completely honest. About everything except for the poz status of the biker. We smile and go to sleep nothing comes out of it for the time being however when we woke on Sunday morning I pretty much rolled him on his back put his feet together and fucked him senseless and blew my load up his ass before sending him home for the week. Again if you want more lemme know (as I said the pozzing will cum) this is all based on real life events. MY master has read my story and approves and wants me to continue.

My brother did his first gang bang with the 4 of us. In was just spit and fuck him he is becoming a first class Slut.

Been sick the last week, so this took a bit longer than I wanted. Hope you enjoy. -- PART 8: Open for Business Putting a TV dinner into the microwave, I went around the apartment and started collecting the few things I would need for my night of debauchery. My ass pleasantly ached from the pounding Jackson had just given me, and with each step, I felt the three loads swirling around deep inside me. Walking over next to the island, I felt the butt plug in my ass moving around as bent over, the large knot pressing firmly against my hole. Butt plug: check. Reaching out, I grabbed the small silver bottle on the ground. Making sure the lid was on securely, I slid it into my pocket and stood back up, loving how the big plug slid around inside my hole, rubbing against my already abused prostate. Thanks to the earlier night’s event’s, I would likely have plenty of stretching and lubrication in my ass. Lube: check. Poppers: check. Walking back over to the other counter, I opened the small humidor and looked at the various cigars. I sat for a few moments, trying to decide on one before finally deciding on a rather large, medium brown one with the name Punch on the side. Recalling what Eric had done in the shop that day, I ran the stick under my nose and sniffed, my cock immediately swelling at the aroma. Happy with my choice, I grabbed my lighter and the cigar and put them in the opposite pocket. Cigar and lighter: check. Feeling my ass, I checked for my wallet, and as I did, the microwave let out several beeps, letting me know my food was ready. I quickly ate the hot meal, and after a quick once over, I grabbed my phone and keys and walked out of the door. Waiting for the elevator, I re-read the texts from Kyle earlier that evening. I felt my cock stir, thinking about all the random loads I was about to get up my formerly tight, nearly virginal hole, mixing in with the three already placed in my ass after the dark and twisted dirty talk with Jackson. In the back of my mind, I felt slightly scared at the risks I was taking, and the possibility of catching something, but then again, the talk of getting pozzed had definitely also made me cum hard earlier in the evening. And if confronted with the issue, I knew I could always just write a prescription of my own for PEP or PrEP. One of the few true luxuries of being a doctor. Looking at the wording and phrases Kyle used in the texts, I casually wondered if Kyle might be into guys getting knocked up, especially with his deviant talk of anonymous cock and special loads. And admittedly, the thought of getting high on poppers, lighting up a few cigarettes and smoking them also had their own special appeal while taking loads. Hopefully, I thought to myself, I can get with Kyle in the future and try that out. Suddenly, my phone dinged as the elevator doors finally opened, and a new message popped up from Kyle, directing me to several websites. Kyle: here, check these out. might help w the smoking and slut training Kyle: breeding.zone and smokinmen.com Curious, I stepped into the elevator and selected the ground floor before I tapped on the first link. Making a quick glance, I realized it was a barebacking site. A quick glance at some of the topics got my cock hard. Bug chasing being one to immediately jump off the page at me. I bookmarked the site, instantly knowing I would be checking it out again soon. Next, I went back to my messages and opened the second link and was instantly greeted with images of all different men of ages and types smoking. I felt my cock lurch as I zoomed in on several younger guys, cigarettes hanging slightly out of their mouths as they smoked. This must be what Kyle meant by dangling… and even quicker than before, I tapped the bookmark icon. Stepping off the elevator, I made a quick beeline to the front door, ignoring the front desk entirely and walking out into the crisp fall night, before walking into the bookstore next door. At first, I wanted to make a straight line to the gloryholes, but I knew I would need to make one last purchase. Walking around, I looked for a few minutes at some of the toys before seeing that I one thing I wanted to add to the mix before going down into the depths below. Grabbing the package, I walked up to the counter and made my quick purchase. Waving away the bag, I walked over to the counter for the video booths and looked at the blue haired twink. With a start, I reached for my wallet and started to pull out a $10 bill. “Um, Benny, right?” I asked, slightly nervous for some unknown reason. Without more than a glance, the kid let out a sigh. “It’s twenty-five.” “Oh… um….” I said, remembering that the previous night it was only $10, “Well, Kyle sent me and said to tell you he wanted me to have the friend discount.” “Uh… huh…” he said, still not looking up from his phone, “Everybody is ‘friends’ with Kyle, sweetie… so try again.” I was starting to get a bit annoyed at the guy’s attitude. Pulling out my phone, I searched through my messages before I landed on one of the messages Kyle had sent me. “He also said to tell you I’m…” I briefly hesitated before continuing, “Looking to be a cum dumpster tonight and that you would help me. Can you really do that or should I just go home?” Apparently, that got his attention. He stopped and looked up at me from the screen of his phone with a mildly shocked look on his face. “Shit, he really was telling the truth,” he said, letting the indifferent mask fall for a few brief moments before quickly putting it back up, “Fine. I guess I’m out $25 because of you and Kyle. Need to see your ID.” Confused, I grabbed it my wallet out and handed the card to him, guessing that they just need to make sure people entering are 18, perplexed however since Kyle had never asked for mine the day before. “God damn it, how does he always know?!” Benny muttered under his breath before handing me back the card. “Excuse me?” I asked, putting the wallet back in my pants. “I need to stop making stupid bets with him. Another fifty fucking dollars…” Benny groused, staring at the ceiling, “Never would have pegged a doctor type as a cum slut. But he sure did. He one of your patients or something?” “Uh… no…” I let out, quickly wanting to just leave at this point. “Fine, you’re in, and here’s the key to Booth 8,” he said, tossing a small bronze key to me, “Only one that is reserved here.” “Oh, cool,” I said, catching the key. “By the way,” he asked, as he buzzed me in, “Tell me the truth. You serious about what Kyle said? You truly taking loads from anyone tonight?” At first, I was going to shy away from the question before I caught myself. Shying away was the old me. New me was going to seize life by the balls and milk them dry. With a slightly cocky smile and nod, I looked Benny straight in the eyes. “Yeah,” I said, confidently, “Why, you wanting to add to the mix?” “Fucking nice, man,” he said, raising his eyebrows somewhat appreciatively, “After all the money you cost me tonight, you bet your ass I’m not leaving here without sampling your hole and leaving my mark in it.” With those final words, I walked down the stairs and into the dimly lit red hallway before, the sounds of grunting and smell of fresh sex increasing with each step. — I walked around for several minutes, looking at each door trying to find Booth 8, quickly thinking that maybe it had all been a joke by Benny and Kyle. In almost a cruel irony, none of the booths seemed to go in order. I was finally about to give up when I stumbled onto it, having at first dismissed it as a broom closet on my first pass of the hallways. Grabbing the key, I opened the door and found myself in a long, narrow booth. Tape covered the bill acceptor, and there was already gay porn playing on the screen. The door closed behind me and with a soft click, I heard the door lock as well. Something the other room had lacked. Looking around the room, it appeared to be well stocked and pretty clean. A bench appeared to be positioned between the two glory holes, both at what seemed to be the perfect height to either stand or if one wanted to, kneel on all fours on top of the bench. There was comfortable looking padding on the bench. There was even a nice sized ashtray, so apparently, this room had been set up for a long stay in mind. Reaching into my pockets, I started pulling out my different items. Cigar, lighter, poppers, and my newest purchase, a cock ring. I knew with all the smoking, fucking, and sucking I would be doing tonight, the temptation to play with myself and cum would be overwhelming. I didn’t want to lose the urge to get filled once my balls had completely drained, so, I decided the best course of action would be to keep myself from cumming until the best time. I stood in the room for a few moments, staring at the tv watching the bareback orgy scene on the tv. Quickly, I felt myself get hard and decided to fully undress. Unzipping my pants, I stepped out of them and then pulled my shirt off, folding them both and putting them in the corner. Next, my ass plug was going to need to come out. I took the bottle of poppers and opened them, taking several hits and savoring the warm, relaxing rush through my body and steady swell in my cock. Reaching behind me, I slowly pulled the plug, now firmly and comfortably lodged deep inside me, holding back the three loads Jackson had left up my ass. I tugged gently at first, feeling as the plug stubbornly stayed in place behind my ass lips. Slowly, I increased the pressure and finally pulled it out with a loud plop, suddenly leaving me feeling empty as a few drops of cum slowly make their way out and slide down my thigh, making me moan. My ass felt so very empty and gaped for a few moments at the sudden loss of the large plug. Feeling the inside of the leg, I fingered a few of the cum drops back up my ass, feeling the gaping, wrecked remains of my formerly tight hole slowly closed down on them. Now finally closed again, I pulled them back out and looked at the thick white glazing on them. Horny, I stuck them in my mouth, rubbing the loads into my tongue and savoring the taste of my ass and Jackson’s thick cum, as I had that morning with Kyle and Mateo’s loads. It was a smokier and creamier taste, and I wondered if the fact that Jackson was a cigar and pipe smoker accounted for a different taste in the cum. Looking down at the plug in my hand, I looked over it quickly, and after not seeing anything but cum, stuck it in my mouth, sucking more of the thick cum and ass juices off. It tasted amazing. Satisfied it was clean, I then turned my attention to the cock ring. It was a small rubber o-ring type device. Guessing it was much like the small tourniquets I used in trauma surgery for the ER, I stretched it out and surrounded my cock and balls, much like I would for a finger laceration. I released it and with a soft hiss out of my mouth, looked down at my now encircled cock and balls. I loved how the ring somehow made my dick and balls stick out further, making each vein more prominent and giving more feeling; sensitive but somehow also not. Giving myself several quick tugs, I was happy to find the ring did its job without cutting off circulation, but still giving a nice firm squeeze, and would likely do its job well. All that left was the cigar. Instead of rushing like I had before, I knew I wanted to take things slower. Grabbing it and my lighter, I took the cigar and again ran it under my nose, enjoying the scent once more before placing it in my jaw. I then greedily sucked on the end, wetting it. Flicking the light on, I slowly lit the end, puffing gently, getting a nice cherry on the end of the brown stogie, and after an especially nice deep inhale, I shut off the flame and let the smoke jet out of my nose. I was a little surprised at this point, as, after this light up, I didn’t cough at all, and instead just felt the mild burn in my chest as I ‘fed them.’ Encouraged by my sudden growth as a smoker, I looked at myself in the dim reflection of the now momentarily dark monitor and was almost dumbfounded by what I saw. With the cigar in my mouth, it's smoke drifting out of the side of my jaw, and my cock lewdly sticking out, veins bulging from the cock ring, I looked, well, fucking hot. Looking down at my phone, I got a slightly wicked idea, and after a few quick taps, I took a quick selfie and sent it to Kyle with the caption ‘see what you’re missing?’ With that sent, I sat down, and started watching the new scene on the monitor, which showed a young guy in the middle of a bareback orgy on all fours, a line of several rough looking guys all covered in different tattoos, talking to each other and kissing as they stroked their cocks, waiting for their turn. Puffing on the cigar, I slowly started stroking myself, waiting for someone to stick their cock through one of the holes. Thankfully, I didn’t have to wait long as a cock was shoved into the hole on my left. There in front of me was a large, cut black dick. Easily, it was at least 10 inches long, and thick as 3 of my fingers as well. My ass ached to be filled with it. Getting up, I grabbed it and started stroking it, slowly bringing my ass over to it. I thought at first about sucking on it but then decided to instead back up my ass and slowly lower myself down. Halfway down, my ass started to hurt a little, and so I took my cigar out of my mouth, grabbed the poppers and huffed deeply several times in each nostril, before sticking my cigar back in my mouth and with a deep inhale, forcing my ass down the rest of the way. The guy in the other booth immediately let out a string of curses in appreciation as I let out a smokey moan, feeling the big black cock throb inside me. We sat there for a few moments as I slowly smoked until the guy started to slowly move in and out of my ass, my stretched hole gripping the large member raping it. I sat in silence as I listened to the onslaught of words coming from the guy next door. “Fuck yeah, gonna rape your white boy pussy tonight. A nice wet hole like yours is great at making my dick feel good boy. H-oooooh fuck,” he said, pausing for a moment before moving again, “in you with no rubber too, so gonna be able to breed you nice and deep, mix my potent baby batter with these others. You want that slut?” I let out a loud moan as he continued. “Damn, didn’t think I would get grade A prime ass tonight. Gotta thank that bitch Benny for hookin’ me up. He’s got lots of fuckers lined up for your ass tonight.” Almost like clockwork, a cock was shoved in front of me after he said that, and with a quick inhale of my cigar, I took my smoke out of my mouth and dove face first onto the nicely shaped light brown cock in front of me. I began to suck as if my life depended on it, as the cock in my mouth slowly dripped precum on my tongue. I sucked harder, enjoying the taste as the black monster in my ass continued to rape me. “Gonna cum soon up your tight white cunt. Fill you with my special little swimmers, and breed you. With all the loads you’re gonna take tonight in your guts, you won’t know who got you pregnant, bitch. Hope it’s mine though fucker.” Pulling off the rapidly leaking cock in my mouth, I took a few quick, deep inhales on my cigar and started to rhythmically squeezed down on the cock in my ass, completely oblivious to the words being said to me as my cum lust began to take over. Full of smoke, I went back to sucking and was quickly rewarded with a thick creamy load in my mouth. The cock in front of me was pulled out and just left the big black cock in my ass, whose pace was picking up. I slowly savored the creamy semen in my mouth before swallowing it down. “Balls are about to explode motherfucker, deep in your cunt with the other loads in here. Take this nasty fuck deep faggot.” With a final set of slams, I felt the black cock start throbbing in my ass, filling me deep with a warm volley of jizz. I began to puff on my cigar again, enjoying the feeling of my ass and lungs getting fed. The black guy quickly pulled out, and within a few moments, I could hear a door slam. I sat there for a minute or two, my ass at the hole, wondering if anything else would happen when I felt another cock get shoved deep in my ass and start fucking it hard. I sat back, enjoying the pounding in my hole as I slowly smoked my cigar, keeping the smoke in for longer and longer before finally, another cock appeared in front of my face. It was a shorter, uncut white dick, with massive bull balls. I immediately took it in my mouth and sucked, getting reamed by both ends in silence, except for the occasional grunt or groan. Quickly enough, the cock spewed a load in my mouth and I swallowed it down, and with a quick pull out, the hole was empty again. I went back to smoking my cigar and shortly after heard the top grunt and drop a load up my ass. Almost instantly, another cock was shoved up my ass, with an appreciative ‘nice’ said out loud, and my ass being slammed yet again. Another cock in front of my face appeared, long and thin, with a few piercings down the shaft. Much like before, both came without much much fuss, and in between, I continued to smoke my cigar, which was starting to get smaller and smaller. I occasionally would take a few hits on my poppers, enjoying the feeling of the warmth in my body as they did their work. This continued for the next hour and a half, and much to my dismay, my cigar was nearly spent. Looking down, I looked at my phone. Only 11:40. I didn’t really want to end before midnight, but I knew without the cigar, it wouldn’t be near as much fun for me for. And I also wanted to eventually cum as well. At my count, I had to have at least 9 loads in my ass, and another 7 loads in my stomach. Some guys had been verbal, others had thanked me for the use of my ass or mouth. My balls felt heavy and full of cum, and my ass was still hungry for more. I stood up, as there was a lull in the visitors to my holes, and debated getting the plug up my ass and getting dressed to leave when I heard a soft knock at the door. “Hey, it’s me…” the voice called out, at first not registering with me. I first, I was tempted to get dressed before answering the door, but then thought better of it. Most of these men had already or were likely willing to cum in my ass and mouth. Who cares if they saw me naked. I walked to the door and opening it a crack asked softly out loud. “Who?” A hand forced the door open and pushed me back, before quickly shutting it again. “Kyle, dumb shit,” the sexy skinhead before me replied. “H-Hey!” I said, with a smile on my face, as he immediately started stripping, “What’s up?” “My cock fucker,” he said with an evil grin, grabbing his cock and flicking it, the PA in it glaring evilly in the dim light, “I got your message and couldn’t wait to try out the kinky fucking shit we talked about.” Quickly, he pulled his shirt off and reached into the knapsack I had failed to notice him carrying inside the small room. Suddenly, he pulled out a large red and white box. “Had to see you taking all those fucking loads while we smoke these bad boys,” he said, tearing open the box and surprising me as he pulled out a box of Marlboro Reds and tossed them to me before pulling out one for himself. Watching him open the pack, I grabbed my next to completely spent cigar and inhaled a few drags as I followed his lead, before finally getting out one of the long white sticks. Grabbing the cigar butt from my mouth, he held the end to the Red, puffing it to life with a deep inhale and a load, guttural moan. “Fuck yeah,” he moaned, smoke pouring out before motioning to me to grab the butt and do the same, “needed that. You next. Rape those fucking lungs.” I followed his lead and quickly got the Red lit. With a deep inhale, I enjoyed the sensation. Less and different smoke, to be sure, but it was enjoyable none the less. And with the number of cigarette packs Kyle had brought, we would be having fun all night. “So, how many loads you had dumped in you so far tonight?” he asked, stroking his cock as he grabbed my ass cheek and dipped a finger in, grinning when my ass started dripping. “Nine, I think?” I said, as he grabbed his dick and stroking it, inhaling the red before nose jetting it, “I also ate another seven.” “Fuckin’ sexy cum whore!” he said, grinning and shoving two more fingers inside, “Want even more? Word is your ass is taking all sorts of tainted cock tonight.” Suddenly, several things hit me at once. First, the words of the owner of the big black cock hit me. Special swimmers, nasty fuck, getting pregnant… I had to have been fucked by a poz guy who was looking to gift. At first, I didn’t know how to feel. Shame, fear, lust, excitement… However, having not cum, my ass and cock and balls did all my thinking for me. Next, Kyle’s words. He definitely wanted to see me taking poz cock tonight. Much like Jackson, he must get off on the idea of bug chasing, or at least others chasing. “Fuck yeah,” I said, smiling wickedly as I looked down at my cock and watched as some of the anonymous loads dripped out of me while Kyle's fingers fucked my wet ass, some of the loads running down my balls and cock. I took a deep haul on the Red in my mouth and then let it dangle from my lips before continuing. “Get me all the toxic loads you can.” “Good,” he said, pulling them out and bending me back over before shoving my ass against the hole, “Gonna keep you smoking and huffing poppers as long as you keep that hole open for business. A lot of horny guys paid good money to be here tonight, and are wanting to fill you and breed you with their DNA.” I relaxed my hole open as I felt another anonymous cock press against my ass. Looking up, I watched as Kyle quickly smoked his red and stroked his metal filled cock, texting away on his phone. Grinning in reply, I started hauling on my red as the cock in my hole slammed away at my abused jizz-filled ass.

Wasnt sure what to call this thread, but its basically a confession of why I am on a site like this. I would like to chat with others that may be in a similar situation. Let me start by saying I do not wish to get any STD, but, due to my activities and the men I service, it truly is only a matter of time. I am 100% completely and totally addicted to sucking cock and swallowing cum. I can not describe the effect it has on me, its like a drug high. I have STRONG cravings and MUCH go out and find a cock to suck. I have had a few regulars here and there, but still end up seeking out more random cock to suck. Its odd for me, I am not really attracted to men, but cock drives me CRAZY. Maybe due to that, I actually prefer anonymous random cock. Its really a turn on to suck off ANY one that will let me... and thats what leads me here. I have NO control anymore when it comes to cock. Just the sight of it sends chills down my spine and my mouth waters. I will suck off ANYone. I have sucked off quite a few men that I shouldnt have. I meet random men from online, hookup in parks at night, bookstores, restrooms. I will just come out and say it. I have sucked off some very dirty cocks, including homeless men. Its a scary feeling to have so little control in those situations. But when their showed me their cocks, I dropped to my knees. Imagine being grossed out by a smelly dirty cock, screaming inside you head to get up and leave, but an uncontrollable urge inside you makes you take it in your mouth. I could have cried when I first tasted his cock, moments later I am in my typical cock high daze sucking him off properly. Getting home, ashamed, embarrassed, shocked. Yet doing something similar again and again.

It was the annual Toga Party at my frat, Omega Chi, the sexiest party of the year. I belonged to the hottest frat on campus, the one that all the top jocks belonged to. And the Toga Party was the most sought after invite of the year for anyone who was anyone. It was tradition for everyone to wear nothing under their toga. This near nudity, combined with alcohol and young libidos generated an atmosphere of super charged, horny college boy's and girls. And PLENTY of fucking went on around the house, in every closet and corner. Some people even fucked right out in the open, only their togas hiding their naughty bits. My name is Cole, and I'm a Junior and Treasurer of Omega Chi. As such I get the rare priveledge of one of the small private rooms on the third floor. This is nice because I'm secretly gay and it gives me a private place to jerk off on a nightly basis, fantasizing about my brothers, all of whom I've seen naked many times. I also like to sneak their dirty jockstraps out of their laundry and inhale their musky odors while I finger my hole and shoot my load. I'm not a jock like the rest of them, I'm a straight up nerd. I'm in the frat to help keep the grade average up for the house, and to tutor the guys that need it. I'm 5'10" and skinny and couldn't throw a football if my life depended on it, so being in this environment with all these hot studs was a dream come true. My biggest crush was Mitch. He was a GOD! He was only a freshman, but he was already the starting quarterback, he was that good. He stood 6'3" with buzzed blond hair, dazzeling blue eyes, and a body built like the Nordic, Minnesota, cornfed, farmboy he was. And a cock to match! I had showered next to him many times in the house, which was always a challenge to not spring a raging hard on. Tonight he was drinking pretty heavy, something he didn't do often. As the night went on he got more and more sloshed, hitting on several girls, fingering them under their sheets. But he must have been TOO drunk for them to take him up on his offers to fuck. Sometime around 1:00 he disappeared and I figured he finally was getting laid. I was getting tired too and headed up to my room. As I opened my door my heart leaped into my throat. There, sprawled out on my bed was my every dream come true. My Nordic god was passed out, snoring away with his toga barely covering his naked body. I froze, not knowing what to do, my eyes scanning him from his beautiful size 13 feet, up his bare legs that were covered in dark blond hair to his torso also covered in a light smattering of blond hair. The toga exposed one of his luscious pink nips and the arm over his head exposed his hairy pit in all it's glory. My mouth went dry as I looked at him and shivered. I did the most logical thing I could and grabbed his shoulders, shaking him and telling him to get up. He just responded with more snoring. I slapped him hard across the face a couple of times, and still he didn't wake up. The shaking had managed to open his toga more, exposing his uncut cock nestled in his big, furry balls. At this point my mind exploded. Here was my ultimate fantasy, passed out cold, nearly naked, and totally vulnerable on my bed. Before I even realized what I was doing, I locked my bedroom door, and stood over him, dropping my own toga so I was naked, my own 7 inch cock standing straight up. I breathed heavily. Do I dare act out what was running through my mind? What if he DID wake up? He'd beat the shit out of me! But my own half drunk horny brain took over the better part of reason. Carefully I undid the rope around his waist, opening his toga all the way, totally exposing every inch of his beautiful body. Leaning down, I kissed his mouth which was slightly open, slipping my tongue inside, licking his teeth and tongue, sucking on his lip, gently biting it while my hand crept down to his cock. Grabbing it firmly, I started to stroke it, my hand trembling at the excitement of finally touching what I had wanted for so long. His cock stirred and started to get hard as I manipulated it, pulling back the foreskin and rubbing his cockhead. He just continued to snore. I moved my mouth to his nipples, sucking first one big pink tit, then the other. I gently bit them as I sucked, nibbling on his nubs as his cock grew harder in my hand. I swear he slightly moaned. Getting more and more bolder, I then buried my face in his armpit, breathing deep his musky scent. I couldn't get enough of his smell as I sniffed and licked his dank hairy pit. His cock just got harder. I pulled out of his pit to look at the cock I had been dreaming about. It stood rock solid at this point, the big, pink mushroom head pushing out of it's sheath. It was a solid 9" at least, and a fat one at that. Throwing caution to the wind I dove down on it. Mitch let out an audible groan as my mouth engulfed his knob. I had to stretch my mouth wide and it was almost to fat, but I was too far gone to stop and I forced as much as I could down my throat. Then something surprising happened. Mitch started to piss. Without warning piss just started flowing into my mouth. I was shocked but just clamped on and swallowed all I could. There was NO way I was going to pass this once in a lifetime chance to drink the starting quarterbacks piss! There was so much it flowed out of my mouth all over his stomach and balls, soaking both us and the bed sheets. When he finally stopped I continued to nurse on his still rock hard cock until I started to taste his precum. He just continued to snore and breath deeper. Now I was at a crossroads. Do I keep sucking him, or do I go a step further. I realized as much as I wanted to suck the load out of him, I wanted something else far more. I wanted him to breed me. And this might be my only chance ever. I grabbed some Vaseline out of my drawer and spread a big glob on my asshole, working it in me. Then I spread another big glob on his cock, working it around, getting him slicked up. Then, my body trembling in fear and excitement, I straddled his stomach, pulling back his foreskin, and placed the top of his throbbing cock against my hungry hole. I took a deep breath and pushed his head into my hole, wincing as he popped through my ring. I paused for a moment as I adjusted to his size. I wondered to myself what the fuck was I doing? I'm insane! But I no longer cared. I had the quarterbacks studly cock in my hole and I started to slide down on it. Slowly I slid down his pole until I had all 9 inches buried in me and I could feel his hairy bush against my stretched hole. Now I started to ride it, up and down, pulling it out till just the head was in, then sliding back all the down, my hole squeezing and milking his cock as I went. Leaning over, I planted my lips on his while I rode him like a sorrority bitch. I sucked his tongue while my ass gave him the best fuck he had ever had, even if he didn't know it! I swear he started moaning and pushing his hips into my hot wet hole. He was probably dreaming he was fucking some hot pussy, and he was, just not the kind he thought! Even in his drunk, passed out state it didn't take him too long to cum. Such is the beauty of youth. Soon I felt his cock expand and start throbbing deep in me and I knew he was flooding my innards with his hot, jock cum. I sat all the way down on his dick and milked it as hard as I could with my ass muscles, draining him of every drop of his precious nectar. I finally had what I had wanted for so long. I was bred by the quarterback. When his cock started to shrink, I gently pulled him out of my ass. As much as I wanted to keep his load deep inside me, I had a better idea. In my drawer I had hidden one of his jockstraps. This one was nice and used when I snagged it, smelling deeply of his cock and ball sweat and urine. I held the pouch up to my ass and squeezed his load out and into it. This way I had another way to enjoy him later as I jerked off, remembering tonight. I just had one problem left. MY own rock hard cock begging for release! I thought of just jacking off while I stared at my naked god, but my perverted mind told me other ideas. Carefully, I rolled my snoring stud over onto his belly and spread his thighs apart. Taking the Vaseline, I lubed my cock and his hole. Quickly I lined myself up to his hairy hole and slid my head in. Stopping to make sure all was well, I then pushed the rest of my cock all the way in. OH MY GOD it was like nothing I had ever felt! Pure smooth velvet engulfed my dick as I buried myself to the hilt. As I ground my pubes against his hole I know I heard him grunt, then let out a small moan. That was all I needed to hear. I slowly fucked my frat bro deep and long, enjoying every moment of his luscious hot hole. But I was so worked up at this point, it didn't take long before I was pumping my own hot load into his sweet jock guts. I could hear him moan and mumble something as I pumped shot after shot of sperm as deep into his guts as I could. Finally, I had no more in me. I reluctantly pulled my spent cock out of what was pure heaven, and cum slowly trickled out of his slightly gaping hole. Without a thought, I buried my face between his cheeks and feasted on the hole I had just devirginized. Digging my tongue in and sucking my jism out made him moan some more. When I got all I could, I stood up, got dressed and left my room, leaving my sleeping Adonis alone on my bed. The next morning I was terrified about what I had done! The reality of raping the quarterback and all the consequences filled me with dread as I eventually went back to my room and slowly opened the door. Mitch was gone. I sat on my bed and pulled open my drawer that contained his dirty, cum soaked jockstrap. On it was a note that said...."I know what you did!" My heart pounded in my chest as I turned the note over. "It's our secret. To be continued...." All I can say is the rest of our college time together was pretty fucking hot.

The rain showed no signs of letting up as Jason continued his slow lost walk through the dark streets of London. He couldn't remember why he got kicked out the club he just knew that the bouncers made it very clear he needed to fuck off, despite being sure that his girl was still in there with his phone. He had been trying to find a cash machine for the last half an hour but all the streets seemed the same and in his drunk state he had gotten turned around so many times he didnt know where he was. All he knew was that he was soaked through, his white polo now clinging to his young body and his trackies wrapped tight around his muscled ass. He turned down another dark alley and walked halfway down before the rain took another turn for the worst and began hammering down so hard he could barely see two feet in front of him. He threw himself into the doorway of the nearest store front which such drunken force he stumbled right through the door and collapsed on the floor inside as a large burly black man stood over him. “Well what little white rabbit has been washed up in this storm” he gruffed has he gripped the young Jason by the scruff of his soaked wet collar and effortlessly lifted him up to his feet. Jason swayed a little trying to clear his head and tried to regain some composure and dignity. “Shit sorry mate, sorry, heads all over the place, just trying to figure out my way home and that” he slurred as he swayed on his feet. “Dont you worry little rabbit, just take a second” Jason's eyes tried to focus but in his drunk state he couldn't make out much. The room was a foyer, bright and warm. There were posters all over the walls and another slightly older man was stood behind a counter with a sheet of glass across it. There were a couple of towels ready to be passed out. “What is this place mate” Jason asked confused but appreciating the warmth. “This is a sauna, and likely the perfect place for you, looks like you need to warm up and dry off” said this big black beast as he took a fistful of Jason polo and squeezed a large amount of rain water from it. “Its twenty for entry and you can stay as long as you like and enjoy all the facilities on hand” smirked the man behind the counter. “Plus we will even dry your clothes for you so they will be nice and dry in the morning after the rain has stopped.” Jason's eyes glazed slightly. The man behind the counter was topless, slender and hairless but with an assortment of tattoos over him including a chemical symbol and a large scorpion. Whilst he looked intimidating for someone who essentially worked on a reception, it was warm here, and he could use somewhere to relax. He couldn't keep walking around in this rain and catch a cold, plus who could he call without his phone. Maybe it was all the drink but this seemed like a smart idea. So he took out his wallet and passed over his bank card. “Okay awesome, perfect yeah. And you'll dry my clothes too yeah. I aint getting sick from that” “Dont you worry” said the man behind the counter “Its not wet clothes that will get you sick here” his smile creeping wider across his face as he scratched the biohazard symbol across his chest. The big burly black bouncer got behind Jason and began patting him down. “Right rabbit just spread your legs for me. Standard procedure here especially for sweet young chav flesh like you. Just need to make sure you aint trying to sneak in your own stuff here you get me” “Er yeah sure man sure” said Jason as those big black hands began to rub Jason's chest brushing his nipples as they rubbed against the wet material of the polo. “Right this needs to come off, makes sense to chuck in the tumblr dryer now hey Brian” said the bouncer as he began pulling off Jasons wet polo straight over his head. “Smart thinking there Dean, get it all through and we will sort this lad out now”. “You heard him lad” said Dean as his thick thumbs tucked into Jasons trackies and pulled them down in one fluid motion revealing immediately a pearly white smooth behind. “Woah shit mate, fuck what are you doing!” Jason spluttered as Dean exposed him totally naked. Immediately throwing his hands to cover his soft wet cock and low hanging balls. “Ha! Look at this little perv walking round commando and he gets all precious haha” laughed Dean as he put his foot between Jason's legs preventing him from pulling the wet garment back up. “Don't worry about it we are only messing, in fact I'm commando right now too” Dean said as he grabbed his crotch which seemed to be creeping halfway down his leg as he gave it a shake in his loose fitting trousers. He pushed his hips forward so that Jason's face brushed against it being bent over trying to pull his trousers up. “Chill out rabbit its fine, we are all men here, you're good. Besides we are helping you out so lets just get you sorted and into the sauna to relax and warm up”. Jason relented and stood up straight. He stepped out of his trackies, and stood there naked aside from some wet trainers and white socks. “Good rabbit, now just turn round and I just need to check one last thing to see if you are concealing anything. Hands on the counter and spread your legs for me” Jason didnt know what to do, there was something in him screaming this was fucked up, but what more could he do, here he was naked, being man handled by a big muscled bouncer and he didnt want to end up naked out in London in this weather. So against all better judgement and under the haze of alcohol he turned around placed his hands on the counter and bent over. The man behind the counter took the clothes and threw them into a laundry basket, came back and placed his hands over Jason's holding them in place. “Dont worry kid this is all standard procedure. This is a pretty exclusive place and we get all sorts trying to come in and ruin the fun. We are doing you a favour by letting you in, just need to make sure you arent trying to fuck us over”. “Its cool I understand, Its cool” Jason mumbled as he felt Dean kneel and spread his cheeks apart. Dean couldn't resist licking his lips and the tiny pink hole was revealed. It was obvious nothing had ever gone up there looking like a collectors piece. He couldnt wait to see the mess this boy would be when the morning came. He took a long suck of his large index calloused index finger and slowly applied pressure to the tight puckered hole. “Oh oh oh fuck mate what the fuck” Jason cried as he tried to pull away from the counter whilst Brian held his hands down in place “ssssh ssssh just relax and push out, it'll make it easier” Dean continued the force and pushed in deep in one unrelenting motion straight to his knuckle and the wiggled around, making sure to flick Jason's newly discovered prostate and taking the opportunity to drag his nail around those fresh fleshy walls. “Good and tight and feels clean” he announced as he pulled his finger out with an abrupt pop, “but just let me check one more thing. As Brian distracted Jason with some small bullshit talk about how it was almost over and he would be relaxing real soon, Dean dug out a nice chunk of crystal from his little baggie and placed it on his wet finger “Right rabbit one last check” he said and he once again pushed the finger back up inside the young lads tight hole making sure the crystal went in nice and deep. “Oh fuck what was that” Jason bellowed as he bucked his body up. “My bad, probably just my finger nail” Dean softly replied as he pulled his finger out stood up, staring into the a confused and slightly bewildered Jason. “Dont worry Rabbit, all done now and you can go and relax” Brian handed Jason his towels and buzzed him through a door as Jason slowly stumbled through the doors trying to shake off the feeling that this was a terrible idea. The door shut behind him and the electronic lock clicked into place. Jason walked through past Brian in the reception and shuffled towards the direction of the lockers not looking back, missing Brian taking long tender sucks on Deans finger, cleaning the pink streaks and residue of meth that had been pushed deep into Jasons guts slowly dissolving with every step he took.

Hitting up on a guy online for a breeding session recently, I mentioned that I like a pig whose hole isn’t too tight. I have a thick dick and on occasion I’ve fucked a hole that’s been so tight that I find it hard to push my dick through it after a while my dick gets sore. So, I much prefer to fuck a hole that’s loose. The looser the better in my opinion, also love to fist them too. The guy I’m hitting up is horrified, tells me that he’s particular about trying to keep his hole tight so he doesn’t become incontinent. Whatever. We didn’t fuck. But my point here is: What kind of hole do you most enjoy breeding? Me, I like the blown out, sloppy ones. I like the ones I can eat, fist and fuck. I like the men who have loose sloppy holes and are proud of them. If a guy brags about having a tight hole I move on.

Jim slowly and silently pushed open the bedroom door of his son, Kyle, so he could spy on the kid for a minute or two before sneaking in to attack him. The 18 year old was laying on his bed on his stomach, completely naked. Jim noticed in the soft light how toned his boy was; not overly muscular just yet, but getting there. Unlike his father, who was hairy just about everywhere but on his back, the only hair on the boy was just above his dick. Staring at the kid, all ready for some hot incest action, seemed to go straight to Jim's cock, and although it had been growing most of the evening, it now stood up straight and pulsed with his heartbeat. He could no longer hide it beneath his robe, but there was no reason to, anyway. It was late (as Jim had had to wait until the kid's mother fell asleep), but his son was still awake, pretending to read his Social Studies book. Jim stepped into the room. "Well, well, well..." he said suddenly. He'd crept up the stairs, to not awaken his wife, and his son hadn't heard him, either. The kid jerked suddenly, and looked over his shoulder to see his father standing there with his hard-on more than ready to be thrust deeply inside him. Kyle immediately opened his legs and raised his firm bubble ass up in the air, offering it up for use. "Hi, Daddy," he said, whining in heat. "What'cha doin', boy?" Jim asked. "Homework..." he lied. They started the incest sessions innocently each time. It seemed to make it all the more perverted for both of them. "I see you're naked up here...." "Yeah, Daddy. It's so hot in my room," the boy said, whining again, and readjusting himself to expose even more lewdly the hot pink slit that would be the sole focus of both father and son's attention for the next few hours. "Well, it's gonna get even hotter real soon." "Whadda you mean, Daddy?" But they both knew what he meant. Jim stepped forward and opened his robe. The boy gasped when he saw his dad's cock in its full glory. "Oh, Dad, your cock is so big and hard tonight!" "That's right, boy. Now offer up that hot cunt to me. Present it just like I taught 'cha." Kyle threw his Social Studies book onto the floor, and with his chest still down on the bed, arched his back to allow his father full access to his snatch. He was starting to sweat already. His father's bone-hard cock oozed a long silvery strand of precum at the sight of the boy's pucker, and the kid was acting so slutty that as soon as it dropped to the floor, it was immediately replaced with another one. Jim lay down on the bed and instantly drilled his tongue into his son's waiting hole. Kyle whimpered at the sudden onslaught. He started whining even more incessantly, "Oh, Dad, my cunt's been itchin' ALL NIGHT for you to sneak up here and abuse it. Tongue me real good, daddy." It was an easy and satisfying task, too. The kid had been fucked so many times, mostly by his father, that his pussy was nice and sloppy. Jim could now dig his tongue deep up inside the kid, and use it to pull out the cunt lips so he could nibble and suck on them, which drove the boy insane with lust. He worked on the boypussy for a few more minutes, and then paused to say, "Yeah, I saw you eyeballin' my cock when I came upstairs from workin' out." He'd been wearing cut-off sweatpants with no underwear and no shirt-his wife had nagged affectionately, "Jim, would you at least put on a shirt for dinner, please?" Although she didn't mind looking at the hairy, muscled hunk anymore than Kyle did. Kyle could see the shape of his father's swelling cock right through the old, thin material of his shorts and he hadn't been able to stop staring at it. To fully torture the boy, Jim stayed half-naked until dinner was on the table, and then, before heading upstairs to get a shirt, he winked at his son and rubbed his crotch real quick. "...The way you were getting' all hot from starin' at your Dad's cock gave me a real stiff one, and now you're gonna pay," he threatened, and he drove his tongue up the boycunt even deeper than before. The poor kid was writhing all over the bed, doing everything he possibly could to open his twat for his Dad's relentlessly probing tongue. Half whimpering, half whispering, the boy continued, "When you came up showing off your big Daddy cock like that, I couldn't concentrate on anything else for the rest of the night, and my cunt just kept itchin' for it real bad. But when you grabbed yourself, I just knew you were gonna sneak up here and give it to me nice and rough." "Yeah, well, I've been wantin' to stick my tongue in your cunt ever since this morning when you gave me that hug goodbye. Now I'm going eat out this juicy twat until you can't fuckin stand it anymore." "You're eatin' my cunt so good, tonight, Daddy," Kyle whined, "you're makin' me feel REAL slutty!" "And I think we both know what happens to dirty little faggot sluts around THIS house, don't we?" Kyle knew all too well. "They get their pussies fucked?" "That's right," Jim said in a sing-song sort of voice, "and tonight, Daddy's gonna show you just how cruelly a little slut like you gets fucked by his Daddy, but first..." he trailed off because the rest of this sentence was understood in his ravenously eating out his son's eagerly puckering cunt. Because of all the raunchy incest fucks his ass had gotten, Kyle had started thinking of being called a "faggot" as sort of sweet-talking him into spreading his legs open for a cuntfuck. When the older boys at school said it to him, it actually had the unfortunate effect of making his hole twitch and giving him a real stiff boner, which he then had to do his best to conceal. He didn't really look like a fag at all, though, actually. In fact, he pretty much looked like your average kid, played on the baseball team, and no one really suspected anything was different about him. But then there were the jock seniors who knew how he acted when he got a nice big dick in his cunt. After he'd been raped at school the first time, (by one of the linebackers in the equipment closet off the locker room), and had leaked a river of precum and sprayed a huge load of boymilk all over the floor, news inevitably got around. One of them would come up behind him at his coat locker when the hall was mostly clear and whisper nastily in his ear, "fuckin' faggot," and angrily slam the locker right next to his face real hard with his fist, making it rattle and echo around the hall, before storming off. People would look over and Kyle would just shrug his shoulders and look mystified. But he knew that the jock was probably pissed off about being rejected by a girlfriend or something, and before the day was over, he'd be hauled roughly into the boys' bathroom to get his pussy fucked raw. Normally there were more than one of them, though, and he'd be fucked repeatedly in his ass and his throat, too, usually at the same time, and by any number of hot, muscular, and demanding athletes. No matter how many times he was dicked at school, however, nothing could compare to the cruelty of the cuntfucks he endured at home, and he was now being prepared for one of the worst. "Oh, yeah, Dad, get my dirty pussy all drippy and wet so you can spunk it real good." He'd found out years earlier that the brattier he whined, the more thoroughly his father fucked him. "My pussy's so hungry for your cum. You're gonna cream my twat real good, aren't you, Daddy?" The kid sounded almost desperate, although he figured he would get spunked whether he liked it or not, and he was right. "You better fuckin' believe it. I haven't shot in three days now, so my nuts are overflowin', and your filthy cunt is gonna get every last drop of it." But Jim just kept slobbering and nibbling on his son's pussy like a starving man eating a steak dinner. "I haven't gotten fucked since then, either. I got so horny today that I even tried to find those guys from the football team so I could get my pussy gang-raped again like I did last week, but I couldn't find them ANYwhere. If you hadn't o' snuck up on me like this I woulda... I... I don't know, I woulda gone CRAZY from the itchin' in my pussy. Oh, yeeeeaaahhh, daddy, get my cunt all juicy and wet for your cock!" "You've been an even sluttier faggot than I thought. I think I may have to spunk your twat more than once just to make sure you get what you deserve." "You gonna show me what happens to slutty little faggots, Daddy?" "Damn right I am. I'm gonna have to keep eatin' you though first, cause I wanna make sure it's all slick so my fat Daddy cock slides up your cunt real easy, an' I won't have no trouble fuckin' the shit outta you." The boycunt had actually been ready within a couple of minutes, but making his son desperate for it with a long merciless cunt-eating was Jim's favorite part, second only to making the kid submit to his long, veiny cock for hours on end. The lewd smacking and slurping noises that reverberated around the room only served to get the poor boy even dizzier with lust. Every couple of minutes, Jim would slow down his tongue-fuck, lazily licking at his son's dripping pussy, just to suddenly attack it again with renewed ferocity. The kid groaned desperately each time, and his steel-hard teenage boy cock would practically spurt precum. Jim drove his tongue into the boy's twat as if he were French-kissing a mouth, and at times it felt like that to him, because the kid's cuntlips were so swollen and loose. He nipped at them to get them even puffier, which made the pussylips more sensitive to his slithering tongue. If Kyle's oozing dick hadn't occasionally grazed the bedspread, coating it with his lube and sending shivers through his young body, he could easily have forgotten he even had a dick, the way his father was devouring his boycunt. Hoping to get the boy even hotter for it, Jim said almost angrily, "now I'm gonna fuck you, you little faggot." At this point Kyle's juicy twat began to spasm wildly, and he almost started crying. "Are you gonna tie me up like last time, so you can really teach my cunt a lesson, Daddy?" the boy whimpered urgently. "No. Tonight, you're gonna offer your filthy cunt to me like a bitch in heat, and you're gonna get fucked like a bitch, too, on all fours." "Oh, Dad, I always get fucked so deep when you take me from behind!" "Shut the FUCK up and get in position, NOW! Your gonna take all ten fuckin' inches of your Dad's cock up your nasty cunt." The kid was almost in the ordered position already, but while his Dad was crawling up to him, he raised his haunches eagerly, spread his legs a bit, and wriggled his ass. Jim grabbed his cock, and rubbed the head up and down the boy's snatch to coat it generously with precum, for a few seconds longer than necessary. The 18 year old started to plead pathetically, "Oh, God, dad please don't tease my pussy. Shove it in me, PLEASE! Plow me open, FUCK ME!!" Jim's shiny cockhead easily pried open the boy's snatch, so he grabbed the kid by the waist and shoved his entire shaft up into the boy with one stroke. The helpless boy moaned deeply and drooled onto his pillowcase. Knowing he was getting dicked by his own father made him tremble from the nastiness of it. "Oh, dad," he whimpered, "your cock is so much bigger than all the boys who fuck me at school!" "That's right, faggot, this here's a mancock. And your dad KNOWS how to fuck a dirty whore like you." "Aw, dad, fuck me real mean! Punish my nasty cunt good." With no further hesitation, Jim started pounding hard into the whimpering youth. The assault was so violent the kid's head was flying all around, and he started crying. Jim could see the tears and drool coating his boy's face, so he thrust his cock even deeper inside him, causing him to squeal like a girl. When Jim could tell his boy was too consumed by his cock to do more than grunt and gasp on each powerful stroke, he grinned sadistically to himself, and began mercilessly battering the kid's prostate with expert precision. Kyle's head whipped around as he tried to see his father's muscled torso, then he looked down to see what was happening to his cunt, but he couldn't. There was a look of sheer terror on his face, and Jim knew he had him. The boy tried to get away, but Jim kept right on torturing his engorged button over and over, until the kid couldn't stand it anymore. Sobbing hysterically, clutching onto the bedsheets and trying desperately to pull away from his dad's relentless cuntfuck, the kid's head suddenly shot up into the air, and his boner squirted so powerfully that his first cumshot smacked the headboard, nearly four feet away, with an audible, "splat." The second landed on the pillow, and since his head was still rolling around as he whined and whimpered, the third one smacked him in the face. Jim almost laughed, but instead just kept right on thrusting into the kid's tight, clutching hole. He'd had some pretty good lays over the years, but no one reacted as violently to his cock as his own faggot son. It made him feel like even more of a stud, in fact, and to show his gratitude for that, he fucked the poor kid more viciously than before. Suddenly realizing he would be forced to have orgasms like that again and again before his father was done with his pussy drove the kid absolutely insane. He started babbling nonsense, and the drool just hung out of his open mouth as he panted. To make matters even worse, Jim wanted to make the kid feel extremely vulnerable, so he grabbed one of his ankles and rudely yanked it up to his shoulder, completely exposing his son's cunt to his pistoning cock. "Who does this faggot cunt belong to, HUH?" Jim demanded angrily. And then, in between pounding thrusts of his monster cock, "I said... who... does this... fuckin'... nasty... cunt... belong to?!?" "Aw, fuck, Dad, YOU, it belongs to you!" The poor teenage slut was crying worse than before, and his dick, still dribbling cum from his first orgasm, and even more precum than before, tightened up and he nutted a second time. It sprayed like a geyser, all over the bed and onto the floor next to it. As always, what had started out as a friendly, father-son incest fuck had now turned into a brutal raping of the boy, as soon as the orgasms began washing over him over and over again, getting more violent each time. He sobbed and pleaded desperately to be allowed to stop orgasming, but this only seemed to make his father rape his vulnerable boypussy even deeper and more savagely. His distended cuntlips glistened in the soft light from all his Dad's precum that dribbled out on each stroke and ran down his inner thigh. Jim watched his fat shaft slide in and out of his boy's trembling hole for a while, and when Kyle had sort of calmed down somewhat he said, "You know what's happening this weekend, boy?" Since he was still being fucked, all the kid could do was whimper in response. "Your brother's home on leave, and he's gonna be real fuckin' horny. Mom's gonna be at Aunt Sara's, so I suggest your get your snatch real slick with lube and be right here, naked and waiting for him when I bring him back from the station. You hear me? If you're not, let me tell you, there will be dire, dire consequences for your cunt. And in the car, I'll be talkin' to him about what a nasty slut you've been lately, so you're sure to get fucked good and hard. Then when he's done with you-and I'm sure you'll have to get fucked a bunch o' times before he's through with ya-I'm gonna come in here and eat every last drop of his hot marine cum right out of your twat. I'll probably have to fuck you, too, and then I'll let him at you a second time. Oh, man," he laughed, "this filthy slut cunt is gonna be fuckin' hangin' open, drippin' jizz all over the fuckin' bed by the time he leaves." All soon as he made this last threat, Jim growled and drove his daddy cock deep inside the boy to let loose his first load into the boy. From then on, his driving cock made slurping sounds as it impaled the kid, and occasionally, more of his cum would dribble out, coating his son's leg with it. After a few more fuck strokes to get his cock back to steel hardness, Jim, snickered to himself and got his son into position for the fuck strategy that most terrified Kyle, and was Jim's absolute favorite. He was ready to finish the boy off. Lowering his son's leg from his shoulder, so that he was again on all fours, Jim took each one of the kid's thighs in one of his huge hands and pulled them up and apart, so he was still being fucked from behind with his legs flailing around uselessly on either side of his Dad's muscular frame. His crotch was opened fully for use, and his cock stuck out underneath him, painfully hard and untouched. Jim knew exactly where on his cock shaft were the thickest ridges and the most knarled, bulging veins, so with one of the boy's thrashing legs a bit lower than the other, he used those ridges to saw back and forth over the kid's prostate, practically vibrating it, sending sharp bolts of electricity through the poor kid. The very first stroke made the kid squawk on horror, and he started to really panic, again trying frantically to get away. He kicked his legs uselessly, trying to squirm free. Just two more of these long strokes across the swollen knob in his cunt and the boy yelled out and started convulsing in the throes of a horribly violent orgasm. He cried hysterically, and clutched and pawed at the bed sheets and pounded it with his fists like he was throwing a temper-tantrum. It was lucky Jim had had the good sense to soundproof the room, as well, because the kid was groaning and squealing like a woman in labor. Jim sadistically tortured his son's prostate with those thick, heavy ridges non-stop through the whole ordeal. His son's cunt spasmed and milked and sucked on his cock as the boy nutted continuously, for what had to be at least five minutes straight. It felt as if the boy's entire rectum was undulating and squeezing and pulling on the daddy cock inside him. His boy dick was so hard it barely even swayed when his dad's taught abdomen slammed into his spread open crotch. The boy's boner was almost purple by now, and after his first seven long-distance shots of jizz, alternated between weak spurts of creamy boy juice and so much precum that it streamed out of his gaping piss slit like a faucet. Jim gritted his teeth and started fucking the boy with sharp, quick jabs until he felt his nuts tighten up and he ground his dick into the base to spunk his naughty little boy as deeply as the first time. He huffed and puffed and grunted like a bear into the kid's ears as he unloaded. Finally, Kyle's pussy seemed to go somewhat slack, and Jim knew his son was completely used. Jim laughed heartily at his total conquest of his slut son, and slowly slid his softening cock out of the spent pussy. After heaving and gasping for air for a few minutes, Kyle started bawling again, this time out of relief that the unbearable, mind-blowing pleasure was over, and he jumped up and clutched onto his father as if he would need to be surgically removed. Through pathetic sobs, he just murmured over and over, "oh, God, thank you, Daddy, thank you, thank you...."

A while ago I posted a story of the encounter I has with my hot slut. The guy was so conflicted, even so desperate about wanting the bug that the very thought of it makes him hard, yet, at the same time, the thought of the bug scared him shitless. After the last session I hadn't heard from him in a while when yesterday I received a message in my inbox from him which said "I need you. Please!" Read on, because I intended to make sure this slut's dreams, and fears, come true. "I’ve been thinking about my last encounter with traindriver68 and how horny I have been. Despite the obvious risks, the prospect of doing it again was often in my mind, fueling pretty much every wank session I have had, and helping me cum quite a few times with the various women I was fucking as well! This morning I was in the shower, getting clean, and my mind turned back to him and his hard, raw cock. As I washed, I began to fantasize about our next encounter. I’d been chatting online with a local guy the night before and we’d talked about meeting up at the sauna in Luton for some group fun. Traindriver and I had also chatted about meeting here and it got me thinking about how exciting that meeting would be. We met at the Greenhouse in the changing room and agreed on which glory hole we would use. I entered the cubicle and got into position. He followed me, entering the adjoining booth, where he promptly slid his hard cock through the hole in the wall for me to suck. I dutifully dropped to my knees and sucked his cock, getting it hard and slick with my spit and his precum, the taste of which excited me, but I resisted playing with my hard cock, which kept me horny and in need of release. He passed his poppers through the hole to me, which was the signal that I should align my hole with the glory hole. Bending over, I parted my cheeks and pushed back so that my arse was centered over the glory hole, and then I prepared myself by taking a hit of the poppers. He fingered me, pushing a generous quantity of lube into my quivering, vulnerable, nervous arse. Then, when he thought I was ready, his hard, raw cock began pushing at my hole, seeking admission where I know it shouldn't go, but I wasn't one to object. I took another hit of the poppers, enjoying the rush which made me into his slut - into his breeding bitch. The anonymous nature of the sex was perfect as it allowed me to fantasize, reveling in how slutty I was behaving. As he found his pace, and I enjoyed the sensation of his hard cock stretching me out. Reaching forward, I was able to stroke another cock which had appeared through the hole on the other wall. I was one happy slut: multiple cocks are always better than one. About then I heard he call out to me, instructing me to to unlock the door to my booth so that guys could watch and enjoy my whorish self. Of course, in my heightened state of arousal, I complied and unlocked. He apparently heard the bolt slide open as he told me "You're a good boy, and I'm gonna reward you!" With that I heard the bolt of his door slide into the open position, but at no point did he pause in fucking me. Knowing he also enjoys being fucked, I assumed he was hoping some horny guy would come by and slip into his hole while he fucked mine! After a few more minutes fucking, he asked "You want a load in your ass?" Although unsettled, I gave him a firm 'yes'. He picked-up the tempo of the fuck, and I could actually fee his cock expanding. Part of my brain recognized my decision to get fucked raw was far from the best of ideas, but just as I was forming the will to pull off his cock, the door opened, and a guy sporting a rigid cock walked into the room. From my position, all I could see was his cock, and was fuckin' beautiful. It was about the same size and shape as traindriver’s, hard and ready to be sucked! As I open my mouth and it slides in, I almost forget about the cock about to load me up, but I suddenly remember and make a move to pull off. As I do, the guy in my mouth reaches down, grabs my hips and pushes me back against the wall. “Stay there and take his load, you know you want it!”. The voice! It was traindriver!! “Shhh, you know you want this, so I made it happen! This is what you wanted but were too scared to ask for. This is why you wanted to be fucked through the glory hole, so you could imagine it was somebody, nobody, anybody…” I begin to cry, terrified of what is happening to me, but I don’t struggle against his grip. “Good boy, just keep sucking my cock and enjoy what’s happening to you!” I feel the cock in my arse suddenly swell and the warmth of a big load begin to fill me up. As I feel it, I cry for the knowledge of what I know is happening. As I cry, traindriver unloads in my mouth and as I automatically swallow, I feel the cock in my arse pull out and the cum begin to run down my balls. I try to pull away, but I’m held in place once more, and almost immediately, another cock slides into my ruined hole. “You stay there and take those cocks. I know you want to, I know you need this and you know it too! The big load of cum you just shot on the floor without even touching your cock is proof! I’ve set you free and you needn’t worry about whose cock is coming through the hole any more. As he speaks, the second cock pumps another hot load into me and is replaced by the yet another. I can hear the guys outside high-fiving and telling each other about the hot hole in the booth taking their loads. I’m held in place for a total of five loads, shot deep in my hole and pushed deeper by each subsequent cock. My cock remains hard throughout, despite the huge load I shot with my first cum injection, and despite the fact that its continually drooling cum (just like my ruined, stretched arsehole!) all the way through my breeding. Traindriver remains with me throughout, whispering words of encouragement, feeding me his cock, keeping me in place and making sure I am sniffing his poppers to keep me compliant. When the fifth cock pulls out of my gaping hole, he gently pulls me into a standing position, my tired limbs complaining from where I’ve been bent over for so long. “Did you enjoy that? Wanna know how many of those guys were poz?” Of course I did. “Well the guys who fucked you were arranged by me. I know who they were, but you don’t. If you want to find out, you’re going to have to go around the sauna and ask the guys. But you can’t just ask them, they’ve all agreed that they will only tell you if they are poz or neg when their cock is in your hole. You’ll need to get fucked a few more times if you really want to know!” As I left the booth I saw guys walking around the hallway, and I wondered which of them had been in my ass. Of course I also speculated as to which guys were poz and which were neg. Most of the guys registered my legs and arse were coated in cum, and the hunger each man displayed in his lustful gaze told me he wanted to be the next man to spew his load in my arse. I made my decision and headed to the open room at the end of the floor where a number of guys had gathered, to be joined by those who were following me. Taking up my position on the bed, I gestured for someone, anyone to use me, all the while knowing I would, one way or another, eventually figure-out if any of the loads in my arse were, in fact, poz.

My name is John, i'm 24, average height, slim build with soft brown hair and blue eyes, I'm not the best looking guy but I get my fair share of attention. i'd finished university in the summer, split up with my boyfriend and started my graduate job in a large business firm in the city. The company managed product development for major companies and brands so I was thrilled to get a place within such big company. My parents always told me to never turn down an opportunity that could take you somewhere. After working in the office for a few months I quickly got used to the fast pace, that started to creep into every part of my life. After working all week, putting in 50 hours, I was normally exhausted on a Friday night and would just head straight home and masturbate for as long as I could, it had been ages since I'd had sex, with work being so busy. That is however, until I got talked into going to a bar by one of my co-workers. He was married, unhappy about it, and constantly stressed in work. We went to a bar a couple of streets away from the office, It was dark and you would walk past it if you didn't know it was there. It wasn't the sort of place I imagined anyone in work would go to, least of all Mick. We sat at the bar and was served by an overly flirtatious girl, I rolled my eyes now realising why Mick came here; "Not your type then?" Mick asked me "She's certainly not anything I'm looking for." I said, realising i'd probably said too much. "Oh shit, I didn't realise you were gay, don't worry about it my nephew is gay, It doesn't bother me." "I...er... please don't tell anyone in work. It's hard enough being new without them knowing." I pleaded "John... relax, lets have a drink and i'll point you in the direction of the gay bars in the city, you need to try stop thinking about work all the time." We finished our drinks and after Mick had bitched about work and his family we headed out. He told me what train to get and explained where to go from there. I thanked him for the drink and told him I'd see him on Monday. Little did I know what was coming. I took the train to a part of the city I'd never been to before, walked the short distance and found a few bars with guys hanging around outside smoking. I walked into the bar with the least amount of guys hanging around outside, hopefully it meant the bar was quieter. I just wanted a couple of drinks and maybe a dance-floor fumble, I was still exhausted and hadn't prepared for any kind of sex, my pubes hadn't been trimmed for weeks and my ass wasn't clean. I grabbed a drink and found a stool at a table in the corner of a small but open bar and dance floor area. It was inoffensive and there was an okay selection of guys. Mostly in their 30's and upwards but I didn't mind a slightly mature guy. They tended to be less pushy. After nursing my drink for about 10 minutes or so a guy sat down across from me. He was in his late 40's, maybe. Good hair, perfect smile and from what I could see he kept himself in shape. It was his crisp white shirt that first caught my eye. "Hey, I'm Tom." It took me a minute to register what he said, I was lost in his bright blue eyes. "I'm John" I mumbled out, I couldn't stop looking into his eyes. "Are you here by yourself?" He asked, breaking our gaze and looking around the room. Once I regained my composure I smiled at him. "I've just came from work and was just looking for a quick drink, I'm not looking for anything else tonight." "You're a bit presumptive kid" he said laughing "How about I buy you one more drink, and then once we've chatted a bit you can try turn down my sexual advances then" He smirked at me and his blue eyes narrowed in a dangerous way, he turned for the bar and I found myself just sitting there. I wasn't normally as direct with guys, but there was something about Tom that made me feel slightly scared, even if my cock was growing in my briefs. Tom came back with two drinks, he handed mine over and I took a few long sips, trying to avoid conversation. "Sorry it took a while, I bumped into a few friends at the bar.... so, I'm guessing you're not from around here?" "I just moved to the city after I graduated, I got a job in the city. A friend told me about here, tonight, I thought I'd come take a look, I've not been out much since I moved." I quickly finished the rest of my drink, completely embarrassed by how pathetic I sounded. We chatted for another half hour or so, my cock stayed hard the entire time. I told him about myself, where I grew up, what I studied, how I've only had one boyfriend at Uni and how I hadn't had sex since we split up. He just sat there the entire time staring into my eyes, I realised I hadn't asked him anything about himself. "Sorry Tom I've not even asked you anything about yourself." "Don't worry about me, I find you very interesting. How did you and your ex have sex?" I was surprised, I wasn't expecting such a blunt question, I guessed it was only fair after our conversation earlier. "Well...I'm versatile, but I mostly fucked him" I said timidly "You cum in his ass boy?" "I...eh...no, we only played safe, the condom broke once, but we stopped." I was surprised at myself for telling this stranger about me and my ex's sex life. "I'm sorry Tom, I really should be going home, thank you for the drink." I stood up and turned towards the door. Tom stood as quickly as I had. He was six foot, and his chest and arms looked very buff. I glanced at his crotch too and he had a nice bulge under his black suit trousers. "Wow kid, slow down, just asking you some friendly questions. If you insist on leaving, at least let me walk you back to the train station. It's easy to get a bit disorientated in this part of town." I let him walk me down the street towards the train station, the fresh air must have gone to my head, I was beginning to feel a bit dizzy and my vision was getting blurry. I felt Toms' arm around my waist holding me up, we turned a corner. I didn't remember walking this much when I first got off the train. "Whats happening...I don't feel right" I mumbled finding it harder to walk now. "Shhh...Not much farther, my car is park just over here. You must have had too much to drink...." Tom said with a wicked smile, although I couldn't see it. We walked a bit further and I heard the sound of a car door being opened, I felt myself being laid across the back seat, too limp to say no. While lying there with my eyes closed I could hear mumbled voices outside of the car, I think I heard Tom say; "I'm going to claim him first, I'll text you when he's ready"

Has anybody here had a mild fuck flu? A few weeks after a pretty rough group session, I got a terribly persistent headache as well as being achey all over. This persisted for about a week. I'm about due for a test, so I guess we'll see.

I wanna lick it all up!

"When can I flood your hole with sperm?" That was his first message to me... Well, I was hooked! I showed up at his place a few hours later, got naked immediately and was led into the bedroom and ordered on hands and knees at the edge of the bed. He told me to take a couple of deep hits of poppers, and then it began... He had warned me in advance that he had no interest in fucking a dry hole, so he had been saving up loads in his freezer and they were now thawed out and about to be injected into my hungry ass with a plastic syringe. As he slowly loaded me up he informed me that the syringe held 10 loads, and I was literally moaning with excitement as I felt my hole get wet and ready... He rubbed the last drops around my hole, and then he began pushing his hard cock inside me. He ordered me to be still while he entered me - but I couldn't resist the cock and roughly pushed my ass backwards, taking him all the way to the base of his cock. He didn't seem to mind, though, and began encouraging me to fuck myself on his hard cock. So I did! Pulling slowly away from him and then slamming hard back, giving myself a rough fuck and enjoying the sound of his hard cock in my wet hole. Cum was leaking from my hole, slowly trickling down my balls. I was in heaven! Suddenly he gave me a couple of hard thrusts and then pulled out. Again I felt a syringe at my hole, and this time he told me there was another 8 loads - so that was 18 loads in me and he hadn't even cum yet, so I knew I'd get one more. I was struggling to keep them all inside me, but fortunately he soon plugged my hole with his cock again - and this time HE was in charge of the fucking! A firm grip on my hips, and then he went to town on my ass, slamming into me hard and as deep as he could get! The feeling of a hard cock banging away in a hole soaked in cum is just amazing - and as he kept changing the angle of his thrusts I slowly became not only wet but also sloppy and open, giving very little resistance when he hammered into me. Finally he began groaning as he added a fresh load to the 18 I already had in my ass... So fucking hot! He ordered me down on my stomach so the loads wouldn't leak too much, and to my surprise he forced a medium-sized butt plug inside my hole and then told me to leave and keep the plug in my hole through the night so I wouldn't waste his sperm! So now I'm sitting with a plug and 19 loads in me as I'm typing. Soon I'm off to bed - and he has ordered me to send him a pic tomorrow morning of the plug still in me. Eventually I'm to return the plug to him - and take another fucking and however many loads he happens to have saved up by then...

Positive and on meds since September 2014. Undetectable for over a year, haven't missed a single dose of meds in three years. Guys said I was a 'power bottom' before, no reason not to be one now. I'm not a chaser, though - not looking to get *superinfected*. :b

need some toxic cum and hot piss

I should perhaps point out I'm not a pukka "essex boy". I'm a Geordie whoring slag bitch who happens to live there

You can't always feel the cum being deposited in your hole, but you know when a top is filling you up with his hot piss. As a bottom it's one of those extra services that I can provide to the top as a pig bottom. If you are lucky you can absorb some the byproducts of a partying top too.

Damn dude that's so hot! love the condom service idea! Ive found great success with "straight" guys using Craigslist!

Thanks for sharing. I’m intrigued to see how this goes for you. I can definitely relate to your feelings, great goal you have too! Have no doubt to can hit the 100 mark. I hope you share your thoughts and experience during your trip!

Went to the state fair yesterday afternoon and kept Grindr active while I was there. There were a good number of guys on the app at the fair and I arranged to meet 2 in an out of the way bathroom. The bathroom was still active just due to the hugecrowds there but there weren't any kids in it so we got in the big stall and he fingered my ass and, realizing it was already wet with cum since I got bred on the way to the fair, he turned me around and stuffed his cock into my ass in one fast motion. Quietly he pounded my ass and bred me in a couple minutes. When we came out of the stall there was only one guy, a twink, at a urinal. He turned around to us and showed a hard cock and asked if I fancied another fuck. So back in the stall I went and got another load from a nice 8" cut cock with a large mushroom head.

Thanks, guys, for the comments. I have to admit that I thought guys might not like this story because it's too tame! And here everyone thinks it's filthy! Wow, my mind must be really depraved to think of all of the things that I've kept back. More to come, anyway, within the next couple of days

Part 9 Tom pulled out from inside me, he flipped me on to my side. He scooped up the cum from my chest and covered his cock with it and slide back inside my hole. “Thats the last clean load you’ll ever shoot or have inside you boy.” He stayed inside me, spooning me and we fell asleep. I woke up with his cock still in me, the desire to escape was conflicting with how comfortable I felt. I could feel Tom getting harder as he was slowly waking up. He didn’t say anything but slowly started to fuck my ass. I could feel the previous loads of cum around his cock, lubing my battered hole. Before long his cock was pulsing another load into my ass. I was hard the entire time. I made to jack myself off but Tom grabbed my wrist to stop me. He pulled out and rolled away, I felt suddenly alone. I heard the door to the walled closed open, i rolled over to see Tom taking a few items from the shelves and climb back into bed. Without warning he grabbed my balls and squeezed them hard! “Fuck…” I screamed out in pain. Instantly went soft. Tom took my soft cock and started putting it into a metal tube, with a cock ring attached to it. I heard a few clicks and my dick felt tight. I looked at Tom confused. “I’m locking this away boy. You don’t need it anymore. The only cum you need to concentrate on are the loads for your ass.” Tom slid a leather jock strap on me and looked over my body with a sense of satisfaction on his face. “What are you going to do with me?” I asked not really wanting to know the answer. “That’s nothing you need to worry about boy. Daddy has everything planned. We just need to make sure you’re mine first before we do anything more.” He got up and left the room. I lay in the bed not sure of what he meant or what had just happened. I looked at the device now restraining my cock and couldn’t see a way out of it. If I was to escape I’d need to have it cut off. I didn’t want to think of how I’d manage that. I got up and went for a piss, it burned! The door opened and Tom was stood in his tight white briefs, his biohazard symbol fully on display on his chest. Next to him was a man I didn’t recognise. He was a similar build to Tom, white hair and at least 50, but very handsome. He was wearing a black pinstripe suit. “This is him Brian, My Boy” “You’ve got good taste Tom, how much has he had so far?” Brian said as he made his way to the table in the room placing a black leather bag on it. “The first 7 were mine, 20 from the group, 100 stale, give or take, and a couple more. Including his own last neg load.” Tom said smiling I stood confused between them not sure where to move to. “On the bed boy” Brian said, I looked at Tom, he nodded and I made my way to the bed. Why had I looked to Tom for approval? “Did you plug it in for long enough?” Brian was removing medical looking equipment from the bag and placing it on the table. “About 12 hours. I’ve still got what wasn’t absorbed if we need it.” I was lying there trying to figure out what they were talking about, the conversation felt like it was going above my head. “Probably best to restrain the boy” Brian looked at Tom who made his way over to me, he took straps fastened underneath the bed and tied me face down. My ass was exposed to the room. “What is going on” I said, unsure of the situation. “Tom if he’s going to talk then gag him. I don’t need to hear your boy, I hear enough from my own at home” “You did claim a chatterbox Brian” Tom said laughing, he took his briefs off and stuffed them into my mouth, I could taste his cock. “Let’s see if you’ve claimed your own boy then. Let’s test your strain first. You don’t want someone else’s venom to have gotten to him first.” I could see Brian taking blood from Tom and adding it to solutions in different vials. “Your count is nearly 200,000. A cold and you’d have full blown AIDs. Once he’s bred with your strain we need to start exploring more options for managing your count. You want at least a few years with your boy” “You know i’m resistant to meds, he will be too. With what he’s got coming his way I won’t need to worry about having a few years. He’ll be full blown long before me.” “Hmm, lets get him tested, I’ll examine his cunt and we can deep breed if we need to.” What were they talking about? Full blown? I started to panic, how would I ever escape from this? Tom leaned down and whispered in my ear. “You’re going to be Daddy’s boy forever, you’ll be stained with my DNA by the end of today, one way or another.” My dick twitched and my body flinched in pain, I couldn’t get hard, it hurt so much my body practically convulsed. I could hear Tom and Brian laughing…

I got bent over the pool table and fucked at Rawhide. Good times!

CHAPTER TWO Two days later he called me. Well, texted, actually. I think not having to actually speak to me made it less of a violation to him, like he wasn’t really cheating -and he certainly wasn’t cheating with another dude! The text said: Last day near book shop. Noon. Don’t be late. Short and sweet and to the point. I was at work but everyone deserves a little cock with their lunch, don’t they? I ducked out early so that I could get there on time. As before, it was just before noon and not terribly busy in the book store. I’d been coming from the opposite direction, so I didn’t see any of the construction or the crew when I arrived. But within a matter of minutes, he walked in the front door. Rushed in, actually, clearly so that none of his work buddies would see where he was sneaking off to. Our eyes met immediately and we headed back, silently, to the booths. We were there with a purpose so no time was wasted talking. He just followed me into the booth, locked the door behind us, and while I took my pants off, he fished his already fully erect dick out of his pants. This time he didn’t just take his dick out through the fly. He opened his jeans and let them fall to his ankles so that I could get a good look at those sexy, thick muscular legs. At first glance he looked lean-muscular. But those legs told a different story. Those legs were powerful and sexy -a strong weakness of mine. As if his Alpha attitude wasn’t enough to brainwash me, those legs certainly would do the trick! I got on my knees on the cum-sticky floor once again and got to work on that beautiful meat. He threw his head back and moaned as he enjoyed everything my mouth did to him. I heard him whispering to himself -Fuck, what are you doing to me? This was having some kind of effect on him, just not sure what. I think he was still in some sort of denial that he was in an adult book store with his dick in a faggot’s mouth. After a while I wanted to see how open I could get him to be so I eased off of his cock and started tonguing his balls. I slurped and licked those milk-makers like it was a melting popsicle. They were big and heavy, obviously full of cum -that thought got my mouth watering even more. What I wouldn’t give to feel that load going up my ass!! I wasn’t going to push my luck, though. He knew that I took dick up my ass without question, so it was there if he wanted. But all he seemed interested in was my mouth on his cock and balls. So he let me alternate between the two for at least 15 minutes. I normally get a little bored with lengthy blowjobs, but considering the environment and the sexy guy, I wasn’t bothered this time at all. I tried to brace myself with my hands on his muscular legs but he slapped them away. He really wasn’t into me touching him -probably too intimate, too gay. If only he knew -I really wanted to reach behind him and grab a firm butt cheek in each hand to pull his cock all the way down my throat as he emptied his seed into me. But no hands on legs definitely meant no hands on butt, so I managed. I was actually feeling a little like a con artist. Only I was going for the long con. Start off slow, earn their trust, and as he gets more comfortable, begin introducing new things extremely slowly so as to not scare him away. Possibly make him think it had been his idea -that would take a little work, but with patience it could be done. With a little time, I knew that I could get him wanting, needing, more than just a blowjob. Like last time, he took a firm grip on my ears and began to slam his cock into my throat, gagging me so deliciously, until he finally grunted loudly and flooded my mouth with his yummy cum. I let it all pool on my tongue, delighting in the feel of his as it slithered around in my mouth. The very second that I taste a fresh load, I get so fucking horny, and today was no exception. This was putting me into overdrive. Finally, after a minute or so, as he redressed and caught his breath, I swallowed his seed and smiled up at him. “Worth it?” I asked. “Worth what?” he asked, frowning. “The risk of getting spotted coming here.” The corner of his mouth tugged up on one side, giving him an extra sexy crooked grin. “I already scoped the area out this morning before anyone showed up to the site. Back door will take me out of sight and I’ll head back around from the other way.” I stood up to relieve my sore knees, and laughed at him. “Sounds like spy work. Too bad today’s the last day on this job.” He raised his eyebrows. “Yeah? You like sucking this dick, faggot?” he asked, grabbing his denim clad bulge in his right hand. Fuck, I can never resist a man who grabs his crotch -there is nothing more masculine. “Damn right I do,” I told him. “My offer still stands. Any time you need to drain those balls, call or text and I’ll be there.” “You an on-call whore for all guys?” he asked gruffly. “Nah. I have a few friends I fuck around with, but no one I’ve made that arrangement with.” He just nodded, maybe glad, I don’t know. He’s not at all interested in me, so why would he feel possessive? He let those other guys breed me last time, maybe he just likes being in charge. Alpha, after all. I thought he was going to leave but he stopped with his hand on the handle, and turned back to me. He gestured over to the glory hole. There was no dick sticking through, but there was a helluva lot of cum dripping down the wall from some morning customers. Probably some ass juices, too. “Clean that shit up,” he ordered. My eyes took in the messy hole. There was cum all around it, and a thick trail all the way down the wall, ending with a nice sized puddle on the floor. My mouth was salivating again, my dick was throbbing in my jock strap, and my ass was quaking. I really wished I’d gotten fucked again while sucking him, but no such luck today. I started slowly licking around the hole, glancing sideways at him to see if he was enjoying what I was doing. Judging from the bulge in his jeans, I’d say so. I couldn’t believe I was doing something so dirty. Spent cum from total strangers, and who knows how many guys it had come from? Although that thought sort of scared me, it turned me on more, and fueled my hunger. I slurped and licked my way down the wall and stopped at the puddle on the floor. There had to be a good half cup or more there. On my knees again at this point, I couldn’t help it -I reached down and swirled my fingers around in the cummy mess. Once they were good and coated, I watched him as I reached back and inserted those fingers up my ass. “Fucking pig whore!” he yelled at me. “Do it again!” he ordered. I dipped my fingers in two more times and shoved the cum into my greedy hole, and then he lifted his booted foot up and stopped on my shoulder. Then he pushed me down, face down, towards the puddle. Even though I’d scooped up some of the loads into my ass, there was still lots there and he clearly wanted to watch me eating it all up off of the dingy disgusting book store floor. I couldn’t even imagine how many years of loads had accumulated on this floor and here I was on my knees, about to ingest all that I could. For him. His foot held firm as my face was in the slimy puddle like a pig in a trough. I slurped and I sucked until there was nothing left. And then he released me. I sat up licking my chops, smiling at him, even though he wore a look of amused disgust. “I’ll call you,” he said, abruptly turning and disappearing. And just like that he was gone, and I realized I had to get my filthy ass back to work. Good thing I had a high-protein lunch to get me through the rest of the day. I hoped I didn’t have to wait long for his next call.

I remember being neg and my partner was also neg. When I would travel I would hook up with as many guys as I could, raw of course. Loved being a whore for cum. I think i was pozzed by a couple of guys in richmond, va. Ended up with the fuck flu and poz. Was a bit hard to explain to my partner. Could not admit to him at the time that i was chasing... fucking turned me on and still does

Don't get too hung up on the numbers. For the Partner study they considered anything under 200 "undetectable" and non-infectious. There are special tests now that can detect down to 1, if they become common then none of us will be "undetectable".

My present co-workers do not know, but previous ones, especially those I have had sex with know I am a cum-dump. My father and brother know since they dumped their loads in me. Hundreds of other men I let fuck my ass also know; however, many of those were anonymous encounters, sex club and leather club group sessions and not necessarily friends.

he Daddy cradled his little pig in his arms and took him into another dark room with low red lighting. There were no mirrors in this room just TV units in the upper corner each showing the view from a camera fitted below. Jason marvelled at the image of himself on TV being carried in these big strong arms not even considering for the moment that these images might even be being recorded. In the centre of the room was a small podium with a crudely constructed chair in the middle. Jason was placed arse first into the chair and found that it had a large hole cut out the centre allowing his arse to drop through but not enough that he couldn't sit comfortably against the back support. There were ratty supports either side for his arms which he relaxed into and he allowed the Daddy to spread his legs wide and found himself once against being restrained in place. The Daddy looked Jason up and down and flicked at his soft cock with a finger. “Hmmmm this wont do” he muttered to himself as he pulled out two syringes from the leather holder wrapped around his thigh. “I trust you wont complain this time” he said as he once again gripped Jason's bicep and Jason watched in awe as once again he found the slam being administered, relaxing into the bliss as the contents were pushed into his veins allow the rush to flood his system once again. As he threw his head back to cough, the daddy in a quick fluid movement grabbed the flaccid cock and stuck the other needle into it. Jason barely registered the sensation as a large amount of caverject was injected into his cock ensuring that he would be able to perform for a crowd. The Daddy now moved behind the chair when the pigs hole was exposed and spread ready for action. Taking a dollop of lube that was in the container under the chair, the Daddy began greasing up his fingers and hand and then slowly he began to work Jason's hole with his thick fingers.probing up and inside twisting round and round, back and forth, in and out. Jason's was riding the slam and was moaning with guttural pleasure as the sensations to his sore bruised pig lips was too much to bear. He tried to shuffle his arse but found he was unable to move thanks to the restraints, and began to find that the more the fingers were worked into him the harder his cock was becoming. Almost painfully so. He bucked and thrust his hips the small amount he could desperately trying to fuck the air, or fuck the fingers in his hole. He couldn't tell which, his body just knew that this sensation was sending him over the edge and the Daddy underneath smiled sinisterly as the volume and desperation in the young pig was growing and growing. Draw to the moans came the cracked out twink from earlier. Looking even paler than previously he almost slide across the room and up the podium and stood in front of Jason staring down hungrily at the engorged dick in front of him. “Now thats what I wanted earlier” said the twink as he kneeled down, open his cracked mouth and stuck out an encrusted, sore coated tongue as he took a long lick all the way up Jasons thickening shaft. “Mmmmm that tastes so good” he said as he pressed on the cock head and opened up Jasons piss slit, digging his tongue inside dribbling his foul spit down inside. With a deep breath he engulfed the head of Jasons dick and worked it inside his mouth and into his throat with ease, having spent years already serving any dick he could; anywhere, anytime. He bobbed up and down causing Jason to continue his moans and begs as the Daddy underneath began applying more pressure to the five fingers deep in his guts. The twink stopped the assault and stood up, taking a moment to admire the slobber and sheen he had left all over this lads cock and balls. “Now for the main event” he said and he turned around and spread his cheeks apart. Even in his drug fuelled state Jason's eyes bulged in horror as his mind tried to comprehend. This young twink pulled his arse apart revealing a grotesque descended hole, not only misshapen but covered in open sores which were red, inflamed and some were broken. Despite the sight his dick remained rock hard and wordlessly he watched in horror as the twink backed up and his arse began swallowing Jason's cock, rubbing the broken sores down his shaft pulling him into the depths of this diseased boys hole. At the same moment the Daddy below gave a steady increasing push and popped his knuckles through tearing Jason's hole allowing proper entry for his big hand to start opening the pig up properly. This caused Jason to bellow in agony thrusting ever so slightly deeper into the Twink encouraging him all the more to start riding the captives cock up and down. The Daddy was finding it hard to control himself as he began relentlessly pounding his fist deeper into the pig, he was in perfect position to get it nice and deep as he began fucking the lad deeper and deeper sliding the lad down onto his forearm and working his way up inside. The twink turned himself around on Jason's dick so he could grab his face and snog the crying pleading pig. Jason had no means of escape or stopping him as the fist in his hole was making him scream, allowing this twinks disgusting tongue to probe and explore his mouth, oozing around his teeth and gums. “Yeah baby, yeah fuck me, fuck my dirty hole you sick pig. Give me your load. Give me your dirty babies” the twink said as he thrust himself up and down on Jason's dick. “fuck yes, fuck yes, you sick fucking perv, fuck' screamed the twink as he twisted his body around on Jason ensuring all the right spots were being hit. Then at just the right angle, his bladder got hit and he began squirting piss all over the pair grabbing his dick he aimed for Jason's face soaking him in rancid bright chem piss. As he spluttered the twink took the opportunity to grab his face and launched into another deep snog again, raping the pigs mouth with his tongue and pounding his sloppy hole up and down on the rock hard dick. The sensations in Jason were too much, the hand deep in his arse punching through to his bowels, the tongue down the back of his throat, the sloppy wet cunt riding his stick, he could feel it all building inside him, all the pent up energy mixing with the drugs in his system. His stomach convulsed and with a cry the contents of his guts flew out his mouth into the twinks face who squealed in utter delight. Then with a cry that made the podium shake Jasons balls clenched, his arse gripped the Daddy's forearm like a vice and his load shot out his cock like a cannon, blasting the insides of the diseased twink spurting over and over and over again. Jason shuddered uncontrollably as the course of the night caught him finally releasing all that sexual heat that had been building and he collapsed into the back of the chair, every muscle loosening expert his rock hard cock. The daddy below allowed his arm to slide out the ruined slack cunt and he admired the streaks of red and white coating his arm as he watched the newly blossoming rosebud pulse with each breath and heartbeat. The twink climbed off Jason's chemically hard cock and pushed off the puke from his chest and slopped it too the floor. He dug two fingers up inside his slack hole and pulled them out revealing a discoloured blob of goop. He smeared it onto Jason's tongue. “I'll see you some time again I hope” he said as he hopped down off the podium and out the door. The Daddy reappeared from under the podium and began unbuckling his little pig from the chair. Lifting up the boy he carried him back towards the entrance and to the showers. Holding the semi conscious boy up, the Daddy washed him down and dried him off. As he took the boy to the lockers he found all his belonging had gone. Brian appeared through the door, having watched most of the action on the monitors, with a dried out pair of trackies and polo. “I trust you can see him out now Brian” said the Daddy as he passed the lad over. “Theres still time for me to have a bit more fun” “Yeah course” came the gravelled voice back “I'll get him into a taxi” “Probably best to give him a card as well. Cause that lad is going to get real sick real soon” chuckled the Daddy as he walked off back into the darkness. “You're one of the goods ones” called out Brian as he took a clinic card off the desk top and shoved it into the lad's trackies pocket. “Poor little rabbit, looks like he had fun” said Dean as Brian passed the lad over. “He sure did, now make sure he gets into a taxi”. Dean walked the barefoot boy out the door into the street into the early morning sunshine. The cold wet pavement barely registered as Jason was walked to the edge of the road and Dean gave a nod to one of the waiting taxi drivers. A large stocky indian man waddled over and opened his taxi door, helping him place Jason into the back seat. “Hey Rabbit, where's home little one” Dean asked as his thick hand held the boys head up. Jason's eyes barely opened as he tried to register what was going on. “Oval” he mumbled back head slumping back int the seat. “Ok Pavi, just take him to Oval tube station and drop him off round the back. Either he will get back from there himself or someone will find him”. Pavi got into the taxi and waved goodbye to Dean as he wandered back to his post in the Pig Palace.

To all the sex workers out there, including gay porn stars, I salute you. And I'm here if any of you need a sounding board, someone to vent at., or encouragement. Just msg me. My way of giving back.

I've had fuck flu for nearly 2 weeks since I got fucked and bled with a bottle brush by a guy with full blown AIDS. I'd resisted his charms for months and then decided I had to take his toxic load so we spent the last few weeks fucking ive done 2 home tests which say I'm poz and I've felt so achy and sick with night sweats and nightmares too but I'm so horny all the time too I'm not planning on meds as I'd love to see how AIDS will change my healthy and toned body. I've got strong urges to fuck a poz woman though - not sure why I'm craving pussy and female arse but I need it

I liked reconnecting with Jason, the high school quarterback I caught fucking my first boyfriend. I had seen him a few more times at bars, clubs, parties, bathhouses. He was always getting fucked. I mean, so was I, but it seemed like he never stopped fucking. As the months wore on, I got busier at work and then spent the summer teaching remedial courses for extra cash. I wasn't going out much then, but I was on the apps and adam4adam. I was getting fucked regularly. When I saw Jason again, the gorgeous football player was gaunt and haggard. I ran into him at a bathhouse and was just stunned when he stopped me to say hi. We got fucked and bred next to each other in the hallway by two frat boys. I was looking at Jason as we got fucked bareback and bred. He was still incredibly attractive, but that was all covered over by a layer of "worn out." I went home that night and told myself that I had to slow down. I'd ruin my chances of getting a boyfriend if everyone could have me so easily. I'd also end up looking so tired and "worn out." That was not my path. I decided. Then Grindr hit in 2009. I was hooked. I was on it regularly and my ass was getting pumped full of a lot of guys' cum. Condoms were almost cliche with my hookups, only some of them even mentioned using one. I didn't even really need to go to Manhattan to hit the bars. I liked to go to Manhattan though and turn on Grindr. I'd be getting nailed pretty quickly. This app was amazing. So many horny hot guys. I started in a new school in Queens during the Fall 2009. It was really difficult. I was making progress with the class over time though. It just took so much effort that I didn't really have time for anything else - including Grindr. I got fucked maybe once a month all during the school year and summer(taught remedial again). That was not enough. My hole was twitchy. It needed cock. And, I knew deep down, it needed cum. When I looked up from work in Fall 2010, it seemed like the world had changed. Marriage Equality was coming! It hadn't happened in NY yet, but we all knew it would. It seemed like guys couldn't wait though and were going to other states to get hitched. I saw Facebook photos, received wedding invitations, and generally thought I was so disconnected from it all. Guys I met in college. Couples I fucked around with. Guys I'd seen for years in the bathhouses and at parties. Guys that just met for the first time. All getting married. That's when it hit me. I hadn't even been asked on a date in 6 years. 6 years! I was stunned. I'd had hundreds of sex partners in that time, but no dates. My depression worsened and I was starting to have trouble leaving the house. Sara, my previous roommate now dating my brother, got me to see a doctor and get on drugs. It took a few months, but I was starting to feel better again. It helped to walk the city at night and take the train. Not sure why, but being in the lively city helped me feel more alive. On one of my walks, I ran into Steve. It was so good to see him. We hugged in the middle of the street and talked for an hour without moving. Steve is great! He has a good job, is well adjusted, dating a guy (not seriously). We decided to grab a drink. One drink turned into a full night of dancing shirtless. It was so much fun. Steve texted me the next day and asked if I want to go to a party he heard about - Under 35 Only, Exclusive Party. It was held in an unfinished loft style building on the West Side. The place is fitted out for the party, rooms separated by curtains and sheer drapery, couches, tables, bars. It was dimly lit. Guys had to strip to their underwear to gain entrance. There was a flat $100 fee, but liquor was free inside. I looked around and all the guys were young and gorgeous. I was hesitant at first because I felt really fat compared to these guys. Steve stepped in and said, "Fuck man. You are as hot as I remember. When did you start wearing jockstraps?" He winked at me and we went for drinks. He made me feel more confident. We were in line for drinks and I saw my old roommate John. I was happy to see him. He looked great and twinky as ever. So cute. I introduced John and Steve. We all hung out for our first round and then split up to look for guys to fuck. The crowd was starting to make out and fuck around. My hole was ready. I needed to get fucked tonight. A muscle guy stopped me and we chatted for a bit. I leaned in and felt his chest and he felt my ass. He kissed me. We made out for awhile. Then he turned me around. He felt my ass. He said, "Are you a bottom?" I said I was. He said, "Good." He rubbed against my back and pulled my hand back to rub his cock. It was a good cock. I stroked him and pushed his briefs down to get his cock out. He said, "Get it wet." I turned around and got on my knees. I looked around briefly and guys were having sex all over the place. I took his cock in my mouth. He was trimmed and freshly showered. He tasted really good. I sucked on him for about 5 minutes before he pulled me up and turned me around. He rubbed up on my back and lowered himself to his knees. He spread my ass and jammed his tongue in my hole. He tongue fucked me for a bit and ate my ass. He slid up my body again, feeling me the entire time. His cock resting on my ass. He spit in his hand a few times and wet his cock. He pointed it at my hole and pushed. I pushed back and his head popped in. As he slipped inside me further he whispered, "I'm in you raw. Do you want me to use a condom?" I moaned and pushed back some more. I said, "No. It feels good like this." That's when he slid all the way in. We didn't say anything else to each other until the end when he was fucking me with short strokes really quickly. He whispered, "I'm going to cum in your ass." I softly replied, "Do it. Cum in me." He did. His cum felt good and warm. I smiled. He turned me around again, pulled my jockstrap down and sucked my cock. That felt really good too. I was on edge and going to cum in his mouth soon. I looked around and saw bottom boy John getting nailed hard by a short redhead. He was going to town on John's ass and John was clearly loving it. He had his hands pressed against the wall and was moving his ass in rhythm with the redhead's cock. As I watched, I got a bit distracted and realized I wasn't going to cum so quickly anymore. I put my hand on my top's head and turned my attention back to him. I was getting close again when I heard John say, "Yeah, fill me up." Safe-sex only John. Always condoms John. Good boy John. Going to study AIDS John. Always warning me about unprotected sex John. There was a guy pulling his cock out of John's ass and his cock was bare. No condom. I had just seen John take a load from a dude he didn't know. Fuck that was so hot! I came in my top's mouth and he swallowed my load. My top and I hung for a bit, but then parted ways. I couldn't find John, but did find Steve. Steve had just fucked a cute black guy. Steve said, "Let's go to my place and fuck. I want your ass." We went to Steve's place. We hung out, he fucked me bareback, bred me, made me beg for his cum, and we slept. We woke up in the morning, fucked again and again and again. I really liked Steve. Steve and I started dating that day. We were pretty inseparable. It was really a good time being with him. I didn't feel the same way about Steve that I felt about Eli, Justin or Connor. It wasn't a burning passion. It was more comfortable and easier. I liked Steve.

I made a quick visit to my favorite Las Vegas ABS video booths. I only had about a half hour before I was meeting some friends for an early dinner and a movie. When I entered the video arcade, I found 4 red lights on the 12 booths. I tried the occupied booth's doors and found one unlocked. I entered the booth and found a latino guy in his early 50's leaning against the wall, his uncut cock sticking from his zipper and he was stroking, while watching some str8 porn on the screen. I added a dollar to the machine and dropped to my knees in front of him. I took a deep drag on my poppers and went to work on his cock. I heard him ask for my poppers. I handed them up to him and he took several drags on them. He was a quick cummer. I very quickly felt the sweet taste of his cum as it filled my mouth. I got up, wiped my face and left his booth. I noticed that the red light was on over the door of one of the booths that had the only glory hole in this arcade. So, I went into the adjoining booth that was just being vacated by an older latino guy, and peeked through the hole. A young asian kid in his early 20's, with a very large, thick and rock hard cock was standing in the booth stroking. Some str8 porn was on his screen. I put a couple of dollars in my video machine and dropped to my knees at the glory hole. I'm an older guy, so I wasn't sure this young kid would want my offer of a bj? But, he quickly put his rockhard cock to my mouth at the hole. His cock was a pure joy to worship. I sucked and licked his cock and balls. I could tell that he'd get close to cumming, then he'd pull from my mouth for a few moments, before putting it back into me. He liked to fuck my mouth like a pussy. So, I'd put my face up to the large, oval glory hole and keep it there as he'd fuck my face. He continued to keep taking small breaks from his face fucking so he wouldn't cum. He was trying to make it last by edging. But he finally got to the point where I could tell he couldn't edge any longer. He was ready to shoot. I hungrily worked on his cock. Taking it as far to the back of my throat as I could. Finally he let out a soft groan and filled my mouth with a giant load of very sweet juice. It typical str8 boi fashion, he quickly pulled his cock from my mouth. Grabbed some tissues from the dispenser, wiped his cock, put it in his pants, zipped and quickly exited the booth. I heard the front door buzzer chime as he quickly exited the store. I always chuckle at how quickly str8 guys want to get out after they cum. I glanced at my watch, I only had another 10 minutes to spare before I had to head to meet my friends. I tried all the doors with red lights on them. All locked. Just as I was thinking I'd better get going, a man in his early 40's, nice looking, wearing dress slacks and a white long sleeve shirt entered the arcade. It's 116 degrees outside. The only reason to wear a long sleeve shirt in this temperature would be if he had just gotten off work and was on his way home. Our eyes catch each other as we pass by the display of all the movies playing. He enters a booth and locks the door. DAMN! Maybe he doesn't want a bj? He's nice looking and I do have 10 more minutes I can stay. So, I hang around for a bit near the movie display. I go to try his door a couple of times. But it's locked. I do rattle his door handle just a bit, so he knows that someone's interested in coming in. He's been in the booth for just a couple of minutes when I hear the door lock on his door being moved. I try the door again, Now it's unlocked. I go inside and find him sitting on the chair, his pants around his ankles, his 7" cut cock in his hands, stroking to some str8 porn. I lock the door and assume my position on the floor, between his legs. I take my drags of poppers, then go to work on his cock. He looks hard already, but I can feel it harden even more as I suck on him. He doesn't take long. About 4 minutes of cocksucking then I hear his breath quicken, his cock throbs in my mouth and he pulls the back of my head down onto his cock. I tighten the back of my throat on his cock as I feel it pulse and fill my throat with his load. He finishes cumming, then pushes my face off his cock. He and I both take tissues from the dispenser, wipe ourselves off. I get up, leave him and leave the store. In less than 30 minutes I've sucked off 3 str8 guys. All without speaking a word to each other. All totally anonymous. Just as I like it.

***** Keep in mind guys this IS fiction, but it doesn't meant I don't want it to happen I waited 3 months after my original fuck weekend with PandB to test myself for HIV. I also remained abstinent during that time. I needed us to know that if I tested positive for HIV that it was his cum that finally did the deed. When the 91st day after arrived I broke out the OraQuick test I had bought online just a few days before and tested myself, putting the swab into the vile and setting it up. The worst part came now ... the waiting. They say a watch pot "never boils", but I knew this "pot" would boil over in 20 minutes. Not forever, but still ... it seems like ages waiting. I went into the other room, brought up some bb porn and slow stroked my cock thinking about the real possibility that I might be HIV+ because of my sex with PandB. He may have changed my whole world and I was going to find out soon. We had stayed in touch over the last 3 months, mostly using text messages, and he knew I was going to test today. I flipped through some of the tumblr sites looking for poz on neg verbal fuck videos, stroking my cock while my heart raced, and 21 minutes passed in a breeze. I went back into the bathroom to check the test. I looked at the test swab. There's a solid line at "C", and a slightly less solid line at "T". A quick scan of the included pamphlet reads, "If only C-Line appears, the test is negative. HIV antibodies collecting at the T-Line indicate the test is positive". "This says it, I've tested poz", I think. "HOLY FUCK! I'M HIV+!", the words not coming out as loudly as I'm thinking them. I sit there a minute, the test directions going through my head. My cock starts to get hard. I unconsciously slow stroke it for a few minutes, not focusing on any one thing. I was expecting this result and even hoping for it, but I'm still slightly numb now knowing the truth. I decide to text PartyandBreed: Me: Hey sexy boy Him: Hey sexy man Me: What's up Him: Working, horny Him: Test day isn't it? Me: Yep Him: ? I wait a few minutes to respond just to torture him, then finally a response. Him: Well? Me: + Him: FUCK!!!!!! Him: Is it mine? Me: Yes Him: Sure? Me: No sex after our weekend together Him: FUCK! I've been thinking about this so much lately Me: Me too Him: Congrats ... you need to post that on bz I put the phone down and jack off thinking about how our sex led to me being HIV+ and how fucking horny I was trying to get it. I was also feeling the urge to share it and I know this is the most important time for me to do that. I talk to PandB on the phone and we both discuss how hot it is that I'm poz now. He tells me about his experiences and other guys he's pozzed and we both discuss how hot it will be to poz another guy together. A week or so goes by and he tells me he's got a 19yo "son" he wants us to breed and convert, but that he wants him to get on Prep first. "Won't that make it impossible for him to go poz?", I ask, "You'll see is all he tells me". Another week or so goes by and he says the "son" has gotten his prescription, "I'm looking at the bottle right now", he says. "What? Why do you have the bottle?", I ask curiously. He tells me that Jake, the guy's name, is a sub, and has agreed to let PandB be in control of him and his Prep. "When do we get to fuck and breed him? Do you think he'll still convert?", I ask. We discuss this at length, Jake is staying at PandB's place for now and he's already taken 1 of the pills and yes we will breed him, and yes he's going to convert the same way that I did. The next weekend they drive down to my house. I answer the door naked, "Hey sexy man", and I kiss PandB as he enters my house. I look at Jake and then kiss him too to make him feel welcome. Jake is super cute, 19, short brown hair, slim body, blue eyes, quite and submissive. PandB is so blantant he pulls out the bottle of Truvada and shows it to me. I look at it, opening the bottle, "Its mostly full, I thought you got this weeks ago", "He did", he says, "He takes one on Monday mornings, and one Friday nights". "But that won't ... ", my voice drops off realizing what I'm about to say in front of Jake, PandB nods, "Yeah I know... its good, he took one just last night". "Jake take your clothes off", I hear PandB say to him. I start to put their things away while both of them get naked. "Let's go to my room", I say. Jake gets up and I follow him and PandB to my bedroom, palming Jake's ass the whole way; I want Jake to know who's in control this weekend. Jake leans back on my bed and I lean in to kiss him, feeling his ass. This goes on for only a few minutes when I decide I need in that hole. "Grab the lube babe", I say to PandB and he grabs it from the bathroom and instinctively starts to lube my cock. These guys haven't been in my house 10 minutes and we're already having our first fuck session. "Put it in him hot Daddy", PandB says to me, my cock sliding into Jake's tight hole. "Fuck he's tight ... feels so good, I won't last long like this", "Fuck yea Daddy, breed him the way I bred you ... give it to him ... give him your HIV", he says to me. I love how twisted PandB is and that he's sharing this guy with me and that neither one of us are on meds. In fact, the only one with any meds in his system is Jake and "...if he keeps taking his medication like he is now he's going to develop resistance to it". My cock is completely hard and leaking as that though occurs to me. "FUCK yes.... fuck he's tight.... FUCK I'm gonna breed this ass babe... gonna dump my load in him", I practically shout. "Fuck yea babe... give him a poz load, share my strain with him", all poz talk catches my attention and I look at Jake, but Jake is loving my poz cock and if he didn't know he's getting an HIV+ load before, he does now. I have a feeling PandB told him he's going to take poz cum and the boy is so sub he can't say no. "Do you want it son?", I ask, "Do you want my poz cum? Do you wanna be poz?". I egg him on a bit. "Yes Daddy", he responds softly, "Yes Da... Dad, poz my ass Dad". "Told you he's a horny pig like me and you", PandB says. I knew that testing anonymously would allow me to stealth poz some guys, but it was hot as fuck knowing Jake wanted it and he'd be one of the first guys I might convert. That sent me over the edge, "FUCK! FUKKKKKKKK... UHHHHHHHH.........UHHHHHHHHHHHHHH", and I'm groaning as the cum boiled out of my nuts and made its way down the shaft of my cock and into Jake's awaiting hole. I know he'll end up HIV+ the same way we are, and probably after just one weekend of hot sex. I pulled out and PartyandBreed stepped up and inserted his cock without waiting, using my cum as lube. I saw the boy jump a little, but I came a gallon inside his ass so I know he's well lubed. "Fuck yeah!... Fucking breed him ... fucking knock him up", I say without even thinking. "Fuck yea ... fucking knock me up", Jake pipes up in what may be the loudest volume I've ever heard from him. PandB is sweating after a few minutes, I can smell his arm pits, and I know another poz load is building, "Fucking give it to him man, fucking convert him the way you did me". PandB ignores me mostly and focuses on riding Jake's ass. "Uhhhhh....uhhhhhhhh...........uhhhhhhhhhhhhh", and PandB presses his cock tight against Jake's body. In several short minutes Jake is taking a 2nd big load of poz cum inside his body. As the weekend progresses I can tell Jake must be a chaser like I was, he's doing his best to keep the loads we give him inside his ass as long as he can. We both fuck him fuck him 3 more times so he gets a total of 8 poz loads from us. On Monday just before they are about to leave, PandB cuts one of the Truvada pills in half, throws half away, and gives the other half to Jake to swallow. I see him swallow it down and I know he's on his way to at least partial med-resistance. We agree to meet in two weeks at PandB's place and breed him further.

I want it all--a muscle hole that can loosen and tighten. I want my cock or hand milked. That's why I love my FF bottoms who really know their hole and have trained it.

i'm proud when guys push into me for the first time and discover how loose i am. i'm proud of it cuz it shows what a slut i am

[...] He looked disgusting, obviously very sick, I needed his disease bad. [...] Can somebody help me please? I've been mulling things over like forever, but I still can't really grasp it. It's like a true paradox. When I come across a poz guy whose body clearly shows the symptoms of his disease, on a purely rational level I know he's disgusting and nasty and ugly. But at the same time the mere thought of his skinny, skeleton-like hands roaming over my young body, my negative boyhole being invaded first by his tongue, then by his fingers, finally forced open by his fat, glistening purple cockhead all slippery with toxic precum, getting filled ballsdeep by his AIDScock, marking me as his property with every spurt of his toxic deathseed, has me shivering from head to toe with lust and desire... Please, somebody tell me: Why is that?

As the three recovered from their little 'trist' (Austin needing to recover more then the couple) Matt spoke to his sex partners, "Seeing that Austin its feeling better we should be on for Ron to stop by Friday night." John looked up at Matt with a smile, "Sounds like a plan." Austin had no clue what the couple were planning, but had an idea he'd like it. The couple pulled their cocks from Austin's hole. Austin rolled over on the bed as the two got off the bed. Before Austin could get up Matt told him, "Stay where you are till I get back." "OK, but I wanted to take a dip in the pool before we start to make dinner." John barked out, "We're going out to eat tonight." Austin sat in his bed as Matt slipped out to of the room and was back before he knew it. Matt had a tourniquet, needle, a couple small vials and an alcohol wipe. Matt told him, "I'm going to draw a some blood for testing. " Matt drew off enough blood to fill every tube about half way. He pulled the needle from Austin's arm and placed a band aid over the site. "Go ahead and take a quick swim. We'll be leaving in about an hour." Austin went out, hoped in the pool and relaxed. He swam around and felt refreshed. He climbed out, took a quick shower and dressed for dinner. The three pulled into John's car and drove off. John took them to one of the nicest restaurants in the city. They had a nice dinner then went home and before bed Austin sucked load from both men. All three went out by the pool, stripped down and swam around. Then John sat on the edge of the pool as Austin stood in the water and worked on John's cock till he received his 'reward' of a nice load of tastey cum. After John was done Matt took his place on the side of the pool and Austin got his second load of protein to eat. All three swam some more then went to bed. As the three walked into the house Austin asked, "When can I decorate my bedroom?" John answered, "I think that we'll go get the supplies this weekend and you can start working on your room next week. First you need to paint it, then you can pick out pictures for the walls." Austin was getting excited at the idea of finally getting to have the room he's always wanted. The next day Austin resumed his daily routine. The days passed by as John & Matt awaited for the blood tests to return. Come Friday Austin made his call home to his parents. His rents seemed to be more at ease and accepting his new life. While Austin was on the phone with the rents, Matt got a call on his cell phone. As Matt listened to the person on the other end of the call he got a big grin on his face as John looked at him, then both of them looked at Austin. When Austin hung up he was told, "Get your ass out to the play room. Ron will be here soon." Austin stripped down and headed to the play room. When he got out there he was instructed, "Fix yourself a small rig and wait." Austin went about fixing the rig as instructed and waited. He didn't have to wait long when a thin man around 30 walked in with a black bag in hand. Austin was introduced to the man, "Austin, this is Ron." Austin shook the man's hand. "Ron is here to give you something give been working very hard for. We're so proud of you Austin. You're little sickness that you had was what we call the 'fuck flu'. It's something you get when you're sero-convering. We we're like proud parents when you got sick and even prouder when your blood test came back positive." John and Matt were smiling down at Austin as he sat there with his rig in hand waiting to administer it to himself as he processed what they were telling him. "Does that mean I'm HIV+?" "Yes my boy you are poz like us. Ron is here to give you your tattoo. It will be placed on the right side of your chest while a second one, our house brand will be placed on your right ass cheek. This one is similar to the we have on the left side of our chest." Austin had a big grin on his face when he was told that he had not just earned one, but two tattoos. He was very excited at what was about to take place. He was then told to administer his slam and to lady down for the biohazard tattoo. He wasted no time in giving himself his slam then rode the rush as Ron got to work on the biohazard tattoo. The Tina made it easy for Austin to manage the pain from the needle as Ron worked on a nice red and black biohazard symbol on his left pec muscle. Once Ron completed the first tattoo, Austin fixed another small slam and administered it in his arm as he lay on his stomach with his ass up to receive his second tattoo. Austin was strapped down so he could not move. As Ron began to work Matt gave Austin his cock to luck and suck. This distracted Austin as Ron worked. He licked Matt's balls and then Matt's cock from base to tip just before Matt fed him his tool. Matt slowly fucked Austin's face as Ron worked on the teen's ass tattoo. Once Ron finished he and John admired the work. Ron commented, "Looks like he's got a nice ass." "He sure does, care to try it?" " Fuckyeah!" Ron then drop his shorts and pulled out a nice cock, about 8" with a 0 gage PA. He stroked it a few times as John added lube to Ron's cock and some to the house boy's ass. Ron got on his knees behind the teen and eased the tip of his cock in. Austin moaned as Ron inched his way inside. Soon Ron was hammering away at the boy's tight hole. Austin was enjoying the fuck he was getting and as he got fucked his own cock was getting hard beneath him. Ron didn't last long and soon he was filling the boy's ass. "Thaks John. You've got a nice poz house boy there. Sorry I missed your party last week. I bet it was a lot of fun." Austin lookd back at Ron with a big smile on his face, "It was." "I need to get going. Have fun you three." John walked Ron out as Matt removed the straps that were holding the teen in place. When Austin stood up Matt noticed that the teen was boned up really hard and said, "Looks like someone wants to fuck?" as he slowly stroked the teen's 7". Matt then laid on his back and lifted his legs giving Austin access to his ass. John came back in the play room as Austin was sliding his cock inside Matt's ass. "Look who's topping?" John quickly dropped his shorts and stepped up behind Austin. He stroked his his hard prick and as Austin bottomed out inside his partner, John slid inside Austin's already lubed hole. The three worked up a good rhythm as Austin felt the precum flow from his cock and coat the inside of Matt's ass. As John fucked Austin, he was able to able admire Ron's work on the teen's ass. Matt looked up at Austin, taking a finger to the biohazard tattoo on the teen's chest. Austin smiled at the act and leaned in to receive a kiss from the stud he was inside. He the turned his head and looked back at the stud fucking him to get a kiss from John. As the three spent the rest of the weekend fucking and sucking Austin knew he was where he belonged.

Austin's Big Move to the City (P4) Austin climbed into his bed as the sun was coming up on Monday. He lay there thinking about all the men he met who fucked him over the weekend. He was still flying on the drugs in his system when he decided to get up and get his chores done. As he cleaning out the stable he saw John & Matt cleaning up the play room. They were a little surprised to see Austin hard at work after such a long weekend. John leaned over to Matt and said "That boy is going to earn both tattoos real soon." The couple only told Austin of the one tattoo, the biohazard symbol, but never told him of the second tattoo they planned for him to receive. This second tattoo was the brand that they had on their horses. This tattoo in no way indicated that the couple owned Austin, but would signify that he belonged with the couple. They knew that Austin would be pleasantly surprised when they would have it tattooed on his right butt cheek. The biohazard tat was planned to go the right side of his chest. After Austin finished up the stable John grabbed him from behind, slid his cock inside the teen's cum filled hole as Matt guided Austin's mouth to his hardening tool. The teen was spit roasted as the couple couldn't not resist using the teen's holes. Moans escaped Austin's lips around Matt's cock as the couple took their time pleasing themselves - and their house boy. Pre-cum leaked from Austin's cock as it seemed to gain some life. The three seemed surprised that his cock was beginning to harden as he got used. After all the partying Austin had been doing it seemed that his body was learning to adapt to the chems. John reached down and began to stroke Austin's seven inches in rhythm with his fucking. John could tell that Austin was close as he closed his eyes and began to let his load build. Matt could no longer hold back as he filled the teen's mouth. Austin then left go of his pent up load with such a strong orgasm that made his ass clench down so hard John thought it was going to cut off his dick. The sensation caused John to shoot his load into Austin's ass as the two held up the teen when his legs gave way under the strong orgasm he was experiencing. "Damn boy, I thought your ass was going to break my cock off." As Austin caught his breath, "Oh, fuck, I've never had shot so hard in my life." In fact, Austin had shot a large load of his sperm onto the floor of the play room. "I'll clean that up right away." Matt let Austin know, "That's OK, I'll be happy to wipe that up. Why don't you go relax and lay down." Austin was still energized from the weekend, "Thanks. Let me clean the pool and take a dip and then I'll make breakfast for us." Austin moved on and cleaned the pool and took his normal swim as the couple finished cleaning the play room. They didn't think Austin would be active much longer before he stated to crash. The teen was swimming around as he began to slow down. He knew it wouldn't be long before he'd crash. He headed into his room and barely made it to his bed before he was out. Austin slept till Tuesday morning when he woke before dawn. He was very hungry and knwe he hadn't rally eaten anything since Friday. He got up and fixed himself something to eat. After he finished he went about his normal routine. Things went along as they had been during his first week at his new job. Friday Austin called his parents as scheduled, but he wasn't feeling himself. He did his best to hide from his 'rents that he was not feeling well, especially his mother, but once he had hung up the phone he was ready to give in to being sick. He wasn't sure what was planned for the weekend but all he wanted was to climb into bed and sleep. John noticed the way Austin was feeling and instructed him to go to bed. Complying with John's order, Austin gave into his illness and also crashed hard. He suffered from severe body aches as well as a bad sore throat. He vaguely thought he was going to die, and yet he also intermittently worried he wasn't able to perform his daily duties. In fact, his employers were caring for him while performing his house boy chores, and knowing of Austin's conscientious view towards his duties, John and Matt came into his room where John said "We know you're dedication to your duties is important to you. It has become your identity here with us, but right now we need you to rest and let this run its course. In a few days, maybe three or four, you'll be feeling better and will be ready to resume your duties." Sure enough, come Monday afternoon Austin was starting to feel better. In fact he was rather horny wanting to please the men who were caring for him. John came into his room to check on him to find a naked Austin playing with himself. "Looks like someone's feeling better." "Yes I am and I'm betting you could use some 'relief'." Austin got up on he knees and reached for John's soft cock as his employer climbed onto the bed. Austin worked his mouth and throat on John's hardening tool. John reached for Austin's ass feeling that the teen had already lubed his hole. Austin was rewarded with a couple of John's fingers as he felt Austin's throat message his throbbing cock. "You're getting really good at all this my boy." Austin pulled off of the hard tool to look up at his employer, "Pleasing you, pleases me John." John placed his hand on the back of Austin's head as he pulled the teen in for a kiss. As the two kissed, John positioned Austin onto his back. He then positioned himself between the teen's legs lifting them up as Austin guided John's hard member to his lubed up hole. John easily slipped inside as a moan was heard from the boy beneath him. This was a passionate fuck for the two. As John slowly rocked himself inside Austin the two continued to kiss. They were startled by Matt's voice, "I see someone is feeling better." John didn't dare break his rhythm as he rode Austin's ass. Matt walked in and grabbed Austin's hard dripping cock from his belly. He leaned in and whispered something to John. John replied, "That's an excellent idea." John then reached into grab Austin and flip them both over so that Austin was now riding John. John held the teen in close as they continued to kiss. Suddenly Austin felt a hand on his back as he realized that Matt was now on the bed, and that Matt had begun to slide his cock in next to that of his partner. To his amazement, Austin felt his hole stretch and he rode the pleasure of the double penetration. Austin moaned and whimpered a bit as both cocks became lodged inside him. Now the couple were simultaneously fucking their house boy. Austin's cock seemed to grow harder as the couple passionately worked his hole. Austin recalled the passionate fuck he received from Matt during his first week working when he stared to feel deep in his groin an urgency. Before he knew it, his cock exploded spewing his cum between John and himself. His orgasm was strong and seemed to go on forever when he heard John grunt and felt one of the hard cocks inside him spasm, followed by the other. The three collapsed in a heap as each man struggled to collect his breath.

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Click here to see the original blog post on College Boy Sperm Hole... Sitting across from one another, as we finished our Quark Torte and Chai Tea at Café Mozart, Tom extended his legs underneath the table and under my chair, forcing my legs apart. Then, in a more brazen move, he grabbed my right hand in his. “Brandon, I very much enjoyed having you as a student this week. You have a bright future in economics, and I want you to be serious about your studies.” Tom was a guest lecturer this week from LMU Munich, teaching a one-week symposium on international economics and the European Union. A very handsome man, Tom was maybe 32, 6’5”, brown hair, and clean-shaven. No wedding ring. Tom was also a very good professor – better than some of our “star” professors on campus. Over the course of the week, I made eye contact regularly with Tom and even went to his office on Wednesday night to ask for advice on my final presentation. Listening to my ideas, Tom rested his hand on my shoulder and offered some useful suggestions. So I opted to dress up for the final presentation, half to impress Tom, as a student, but mostly because my navy slacks hugged my ass in the most flattering way. Or so says Andrés. As I paced during Friday morning’s slide show, I could tell that my wardrobe made as much of an impression on Tom as my ideas about the dangers of economic nationalism. Risking decorum, I waited until after class and then asked him to dinner that evening, since he’d be flying home the next day. Tom blushed and grinned and said yes. At dinner, away from campus, Tom was less guarded. “You are a very handsome young man, Brandon. Where is your boyfriend?” The question was charming enough, and sincere enough, that I refrained from providing a smartass answer. Tom shared that he was married until he was 28, until he could no longer hide his sexual attraction to men, although his gay dating life in Germany resembled mine here. The waitress dropped by the check by, and pulling away from his grip, I asked Tom if he’d like to spend the night at my place. “I normally don’t fuck my students, Brandon. But, you are so attractive to me. And I want to fuck you, yes.” That wasn’t *exactly* the question, but I liked the answer. We sat on my sofa, drinking Vin Santo and making out. Tom dropped his IPod into my Bose speakers and introduced me to Roxy Music’s “Avalon”, his favorite album ever. We talked and laughed, and half-way into the album, Tom unbuttoned my shirt and unzipped my pants. His hands brushed over body, lightly then roughly, and before long, I was completely naked and wrapped around his fully clothed body. Tom glanced up and down at my naked body, approvingly. “I want to fuck you so hard, Brandon…..so hard.” I stood up, grabbed the Vin Santo glasses and his Ipod and led my visiting professor to the bedroom, to fuck me. Slutty little student, I am. I reclined on the bed as Tom undressed, shocked to see a monstrous 9.5” thick German billy club spring from his pants. “You like?" Tom teased. “Uh, yeah”, I smiled, admiring German superiority. Tom climbed on the bed, pulling himself on top of me, and kissed me again. Tom was a sensual man, and definitely a sensual kisser. As we passionately made out, Tom pulled my legs up over his shoulders and let them slide down his back. His thick cock bobbed up and down on my balls as he moved, coating my ballsac with thick pre-cum. “I got you exactly where I want you”, Tom growled, and then, surprisingly, flipped me over onto my stomach. Tom laid his body on top of mine, his cock resting in between my asscheeks. He pulled off and brought his mouth to my hole, his tongue still soaked with saliva from our french kissing. He alternated between eating me, then fingering me, then eating me out again, intent to open me up to take his cock all the way. “Do you have a condom?” Tom asked. Ugh. His cock slid back and forth across my hole, and I brought my hole to his cockhead, to take him inside me bare, as a response. But he asked again. Good naturedly, I pulled a condom and lube from my nightstand, and as he opened the packet, I suggested that he could also fuck me bare, if he wanted. “You let guys fuck you without a condom?” Sensing a tone that was more curious than accusatory, I explained that it felt better to take a bare cock inside me. “That’s risky, Brandon. Any guy would do anything you asked of him, to be inside you, including wearing a condom. Letting a stranger fuck you unprotected is asking for trouble.” Tom lubed up and entered me slowly. Condom or no condom, this was going to hurt. Tom rested his body on top of mine again, driving to the balls. His last 3 inches hurt like a motherfucker, but he was determined to go balls deep. “I’ve wanted to fuck you all week, and now I’m doing it. You’re even hotter naked, Brandon.” Once fully inside me, Tom made me explain again why I let guys fuck me bareback. Catching my breath in between his thrusts into my ass, which knocked the wind out of me, I told him about the unmistakable warmth and closeness of a penetrating a warm wet hole, and feeling every silky texture wrapped around his cock. As I talked, Tom began to pound. “You’re a bad boy, Brandon”, he teased. We took a break so he could pee, Roxy Music now in its second run through. Tom padded his way back to the bedroom, only slightly less hard. “It was hard to pee, Brandon, I’m still so fucking hard”, he laughed. He positioned himself between my legs, and slapped my ass hard with each hand. Tom pulled me up off my stomach, his arms wrapping around my chest, locking my body in his, as he kissed my neck. Then, he lowered both of us, in tandem, back down onto the bed, until he was on top of me again. His cock found the entrance to my hole and slid back inside. I closed my eyes, only to open them quickly a minute later. “Oh, Jesus Christ, oh fucking hell!”, Tom yelled. What happened? I looked back at Tom, seeing his face contorted in ecstasy. “That feels fucking incredible” he hissed. I looked down on the bed, and saw the condom, lying unwanted on the bed. Tom slid back inside me, bareback this time, tempted by my earlier talking. “It feels so fucking soft and wet”, he moaned. I pushed back and impaled myself on his deck, risking the pain of his girth, so he could experience a bare hole, full throttle. Tom began to fuck me harder than he did before. His hands, groping my shoulders, slid to my neck, firmly in place, almost to a chokehold. Tom drove his hips harder into my frame, now really driven to fuck. He reached down with his left hand, grabbed the used condom and brought it to my mouth. “Eat it!”, he yelled as he fucked. Tom was forcing the used condom into my mouth, the taste of plastic and lube and his pubic hair mixing on my tongue. I didn’t actually want to eat it, but Tom’s fingers now fully forced the used condom inside my mouth as he jack-hammered my cumhole. Finally, his moaning became more concentrated and intense. “Oh, I’m gonna cum. I don’t want to cum inside you” he warned. I pushed back onto his cock and let the condom fall out of my mouth onto the pillow. “Cum inside me, Tom. Fill my hole with your sperm”, I countered. “Oh, that is so wrong. I shouldn’t do this”, he worried aloud, but made no motion to pull out of me. I fucked back more intensely, angling to keep his bare cock inside my now soaked hole. “I want it, Tom. Give me your cum. Unload inside me”. Tom yelled loudly enough that pedestrians walking by my window would have heard. He grabbed my waist and exploded inside me. “That’s it, give me what I want”, I murmured encouragingly as he shot rope after rope of thick cum into my intestines. Tom collapsed on top of me and we both fell to the bed. Panting heavily in my ear, Tom finally said, “I’ve never experienced anything that amazing”. The professor may have bred the student, but the student gave the professor an American education. I fell out in the middle of “Tara”, having heard it a third time now. The room smelled of fucking and cum and sweat. Tom fell asleep, still inside me, as if his cock wanted the cradle of a cum-soaked hole. As the night wore on, we slept, woke, fucked, slept, woke, and fucked. Finally, I shut the lights off around 4:00, and turned off the Ipod. That didn’t stop Tom. He fucked me in every conceivable position through the night, now addicted to my bare hole. Tom was unstoppable. In the morning, I went to the kitchen to make coffee, until he caught me, hoisted me up on the dining room table, and fucked me again. I should have closed the blinds in the front room, but I couldn't give a fuck. The longer we spent together having sex, the more aggressive he became. “I’m going to fuck you til you bleed”, he barked, forcing my legs straight up in the air. With five Bavarian loads fucked into me, I probably wouldn’t bleed any time soon. I was mighty sore, though. Then Tom came hard again, and the soreness gave way to the warm, sloshy feeling of more sperm racing inside my hole. I was getting the breakfast I deserved. Later that morning, I walked Tom back to his hotel. With 3 hours sleep, I was dragging, but the fresh air woke us up. “I’d like you to consider our summer study program in Economics, in Munich. It’s a good program, and I can arrange for a scholarship, seriously. You can stay with me, if you want”, Tom offered, grabbing my hand again. “You can pay for your room and board by letting me fill your hot ass all summer”, he teased. How quickly they come around to the lure of a bare hole. As Tom’s DNA deposits from the prior night now leaked from my hole, all the way down my Lucky Jeans and into my socks, I contemplated the most beautiful, active Bavarian summer. More...