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CHAPTER TWO For a couple of weeks after that first conversation, Pat and I became obsessed with getting knocked up. We read stories and posts on Breeding Zone for hours (and then fucked like animals), learning every sexy trick and every kinky tip we could so that we could start our journey. “I still don’t want anything up my ass,” he told me, adding “I love it when you lick me, but I don’t want to get fucked. That’s going to make it harder to get infected, right?" “It’s not just about fucking and cum. It also needs to get into the bloodstream,” I reminded him. Then I had an idea. “How about this: we get me royally fucked up, used by every sick and nasty fucker we can find until I’m infected. And then we rough up your dick, make a few scrapes or cuts so you’re bleeding, and then we bottle brush my ass so I’m bleeding, too.” His crotch was insanely huge by now, and he was smiling so vibrantly. “And then we will fuck and become one,” he concluded. “It’s kind of beautiful in a way, don’t you think?” I never realized how much of a romantic he was when we first met, when he just looked like an intense and studly construction worker who might be a little rough around the edges. Inside he was such a soft, but right now, one part of him most definitely wasn't soft. I slid closer to him, wrapped one arm around his waist while the other went into that crotch bulge. “I think it’s very romantic,” I told him. “It’s like we will become two parts of the same person.” We kissed and then he rested his forehead against mine, sighing contentedly. “I never thought I would feel like this. I barely knew this even existed. Getting married never came near to how close I feel to you.” His eyes were closed and his voice was quiet, tender. “I love you, too,” I told him, sensing that he’d been holding back just in case. I noticed his eyes were now open, so close to mine, staring deep into my soul. He was also smiling brighter than I’d ever seen before. “You love me?” “As if you even have to ask,” I chuckled. Suddenly his behavior changed, almost as if he was possessed. He lunged at me, we both fell back until he was on top of me, as he held my face in his two big hands. Between hard, wet tongue kisses, he moaned “I fucking love you, I fucking love you so much.” Hearing those words, coming from this beautiful man’s mouth, for me . . . that was a moment that would be forever etched in my mind. I never wanted to forget what it sounded like for Pat to tell me he loved me, although, in honestly it was very unlikely I would forget his declaration. I always considered myself on the good-looking side of average, while Pat’s on an entirely different level. I found it almost unfathomable that he would be so into me. But he was. Lucky me. Anyhow, now that we had a plan, we just needed to begin. Our first stop, in a moment of nostalgia, was the book store where we first hooked-up. Pat’s romantic idea. He wanted to fuck me in the same booth that I’d sucked him off. He also commented he was now kicking himself because he hadn’t fucked me on that occasion, so this was the opportunity to correct the error. We went on a busy Saturday night, the place was buzzing, so that was a good sign. We had to wait a while until we could get into ‘our booth’, so we just stood against the wall, making out and pawing each other like horny teenagers. Other guys walked around us, playfully swatting my ass or grabbing one of us, but we just took in the attention and tried to appear we welcomed it. We needed to convey we would be open to having others join us. Finally we got into our booth. Pat was a little nervous but excited as he told me to strip down to my jock strap. He had planned ahead and wore tear-away nylon trackies, so he quickly removed them but kept his tight tee shirt and boots on. I didn’t mind. While I love being shared, I wasn't necessarily over the moon at the idea of sharing my man. I knew it wasn't fair, but I couldn't help it. Anyway, we were there for me that night, and believe me, Pat's needs would be fully addressed, so there was nothing to worry about. We opened by my sucking his cock just enough to get his dick wet, and then he turned me around and entered my ass, grunting loudly how hot it was and how good it felt. We went all out and put on a good show for the guys in the ABS that night. While Pat nailed me from behind, he angled me closer to the glory hole on the left where a dick was poking through, ordering me to suck it, hoping the guys within hearing range would get the hint that he was in charge of me and that I would do whatever I was ordered. It was a nice dick to start off sucking, not small but not big. Just right to take down my throat, and soon I had a man moaning at both ends. Between the dude with his dick in my mouth and Pat, they were surely drawing us lots of attention. Pat slam fucked me, not holding anything back because he knew that if he tore me a little, my chances of infection were significantly higher. After about five minutes he reached behind himself and opened the door so that the guys wandering the halls or standing listening to our show could also watch. I glanced over my shoulder, to take a quick look before resuming sucking, and saw that there were at least half a dozen men stroking and drooling over us. Probably more that were out of my sight line. “You going to let us use your slut?” I heard one of the men ask Pat. “Fuck yeah, that’s what he’s here for. Trying to get him knocked up,” Pat grunted out. “Your bitch is open for business,” one of the other guys grunted. “Poz loads to the front of the line,” Pat panted. His thrusts were getting more urgent, until he gripped my hips especially tight and plunged in balls-deep, growling as he erupted. “Fucking take my load!” he ordered. I was about to pull off of the dick I was sucking to encourage Pat, but at that moment the dude on the other side of the glory hole started moaning and I knew that he was shooting, too, so I kept my suction up and drained his balls as Pat did the same in my ass. When they were done, I stood up, turned around and opened my mouth to show Pat I hadn't swallowed the guy’s load. A few of the guys outside the booth could also see as much. Then Pat and I kissed passionately, swapping the load back and forth until we’d swallowed it all. Then he gave my ass a squeeze, told me quietly that he loved me, and then turning back to the crowd asked “Who is poz?” Shockingly, every guy that I could see put his hand up. My lucky night. “Good, looks like you’re going to have some fun,” Pat laughed. I looked at the crowd of men and smiled. This is what I loved about book stores and bath houses - every man that I could see was just a regular guy. No pretty boys or high-on-themselves younger types. Just men needing to get their rocks off. And a few of them looked a little sickly, too, which is what Pat had been especially curious about. I knew that he would pick one of them to be the first in me, as indeed he did. Pat pointed to a man nearest the doorway and he immediately joined us in the rather cramped booth. Pat stood as far to the side as possible, still having a good angle to see my face and my ass when he wanted. The man who would be my first infector looked late 50’s, very skinny, definitely sickly looking. Or he was just a junkie. Either way, we knew he had tainted cum and that’s what we were there for. We didn’t bother with any preliminaries, the man just sunk his quite nice looking cock into my cum-lubed hole. I moaned out loud immediately. “Fucking right, this pig loves dick in him, doesn’t he?” he asked Pat. “More than anything,” Pat replied to him, his eyes locked on mine. We both knew that I loved him and his dick more than anything, but why ruin the mood with a little reality? These guys want me to be a filthy whore so that’s what I’ll be for them. “Well, my meds quit on me a while back and the doc has me on nothing right now, so you’re going to get a full charge from me tonight. You okay with that?” he asked, addressing both Pat and me. “Give it to him,” Pat encouraged. “Please, give me that fucked up seed!” I begged. “Poz me!” I demanded, sure that everyone in the book store could hear. And, for that matter, hoping any poz guy in the place would want a crack at me. He didn’t take long, (but then I doubted many of these guys would, if only because they’d all been jacking their dicks as they watched Pat fuck me. He’s hot enough that all of them were likely on the edge - just from his presence. The sick man gripped my hips tight with his bony fingers and grunted as I felt his dick pulse inside of me. “Giving it to you, faggot. Take my disease!” he yelled as his balls drained. He let his dick in me for a minute as his balls finished emptying, and he sort of petted my back, telling me, “I fucking love giving it to chasing pigs like you. Makes fucking so much hotter and you’ve got a great ass to fuck.” With that he slipped out of me, stepped back and disappeared in the sea of men waiting their turn in me. “Who’s next?” Pat hollered. Still bent over, I glanced back over my shoulder to see that every man had his hand in the air. My stomach did flips, I was so excited. I was finally getting used the way I’d always dreamed about. And with this many men, it was certain to be a long and busy night. Just as I finished that thought, another hard cock slipped into my loosened and wet hole.

Spent last night at a bath house, first time in waaaayyyy too long. Spent most of the night in a sling letting all sorts of random guys breed my cunt, ended up taking 14 anon loads, several of which i know were dirty!

This is my first story, which is an embellishment of how I actually started barebacking after my wife left me. It you guys like it there is lots more to the story I've also included a picture of me wearing the exact glass plug I talk about in the story. Enjoy. Part 1. I’d never felt worse in my life. My wife had admitted to cheating on me, and at the end of a horrible week trying to reconcile things with her she told me she wanted a divorce and was going to stay with her parents. "I can't wear this anymore," she said as she slipped off her wedding ring and set it on the table by the entryway. Then she was gone. That was two days ago. I was depressed and suicidal, and had started drinking early in the day. As the hours went by my swirling mix of emotions manifested in a strange depraved horniness. “Fuck it,” I thought. I’d always wanted to do it, why not? I’d long had a fantasy of being fucked anonymously, and taking a raw load of cum in my ass. Despite having a number of discrete hook ups over the years I’d never done it because I was terrified of getting an STD. Yet, I kept coming back to these homemade videos of Craigslist encounters where a submissive bottom became a cumdump for strangers. I couldn’t get that scene out of my head: blindfolded, helpless while a random stud shoved his cock in raw, using the bottom like an object. Countless nights I had lain in bed and jacked off to that fantasy while my wife slept next to me. I felt like I was built to be a cumdump. I had a naturally round and smooth ass. I worked out frequently at the gym down the street and got lots of lingering looks from the older Daddy types. I was only 28, still young enough I still advertised myself as a ‘college boy’ in Craigslist ads. Plus, although in public I acted like the stereotypical aggressive white male, I secretly craved domination. No one would ever guess – unless they saw my internet search history- that my fantasies were borderline sissy. In my depressed state I’d downed half a bottle of shitty rum and my entire body was feeling hot. My inhibitions were quickly evaporating. I sat at my laptop and typed out a Craigslist ad with one hand while my other jacked my smallish circumcised cock: College cumdump looking for anon sex. Smooth thick college booty looking to host anon tops ASAP. Walk in, fuck me, cum and leave. My blood rushing, I posted some photos of my ass that I kept hidden away in a folder on my hard drive. In one, I had my wife’s glass butt plug inserted and you could see straight into my gaped hole. In another, my hole was stretched around a thick cucumber. Such is the sex life of closeted married guys, relegated to using makeshift toys or using those of our wives. I posted the ad, and went to the bathroom to clean up. Even though I hadn’t had many anal experiences, I knew all about getting clean inside. I found a water bottle worked fine for enemas (could never have anything proper in case the wife found it) even though it scratched up my hole a bit. I didn’t even care really. As drunk as I was I felt nothing but pleasure as I shoved the corkscrew nose of the bottle into myself and started to purge. In between cleanings I gave everything a good shave, dick, balls, ass, thighs. I loved running my hands over my freshly shaved skin. Being smooth like that made me feel emasculated. I gave my thick ass a slap and moaned with desire. I was prepping myself to be used by whoever came as a public cumdump slut. Hell, I was depressed and thinking about killing myself anyway, what did it matter if I let some anonymous men use me as a piece of fuckmeat? I checked my ad and saw I already had a few responses. Most didn't seem legit, but one guy replied with a picture showing a nice thick uncircumcised Mexican cock. There were lots of Mexicans where I was, since it was sort of a sanctuary town. The sight of his meaty brown cock made me clinch my ass with anticipation. He was 5'11, thin but fit, had lots of tattoos. It never surprises me how many guys will use their real email addresses and names for a 'discrete' craigslist encounter. The name 'Isaiah Rodriguez' was in the header. He said he was straight and just wanted a hole to dump into. Out of curiosity, since the city was only 100,000 or so, I googled his name and didn't have much trouble finding him since he'd apparently been arrested recently. Drugs and assault. Seeing his face in the google images search, he definitely looked like the type who'd fuck you up if you pissed him off. Recently released from prison from a felony conviction. But fuck it all anyway. I was going to be his bitch. I sent him my apartment number and he said he was on his way and that he wanted it dark so he could fuck me anonymously. The rush of doing something so risky had me flying. I would never normally hook up with a guy like this, but my depressed state twisted my fears into desires. I was a beta and he was an alpha. It was his right to conquer a submissive bitch like me, a little beta who couldn't even keep his wife from straying. I placed a blanket down on the linoleum of the entryway, along with a bottle of lube and a black scarf that was to be my blindfold. Then I went and turned off all the lights until it was pitch black in the apartment and returned to my place in front of the door. In the darkness I wrapped the scarf around my face, covering my eyes, and tied it snuggly behind my head. I got on all fours in front of the door and popped my ass just like a good bitch should. I shivered as the cool air shriveled my testicles. The only sound I could hear was my own breathing and a dull hum of traffic passing outside. Eventually, I heard a car's engine approach and then park outside. A few moments later, footsteps. Then, the door opening. I held my breath as the cold air swept in, rushing over my puckered pussy. He didn't say a word as he entered and closed the door behind him. He got down on his knees behind me and felt my smooth ass. His finger stopped when he found my hole, and he started fingering me roughly. I moaned as he molested me. After a minute or so I heard the clank of his belt unbuckle as he undid his pants and I suddenly felt his warm cockhead at my hole. In all my years sneaking around and being a closeted faggot, I'd never taken a cock raw. I was finally living out my fantasy! I reached back and handed him the bottle of lube. He took it and squirted it on his cock and rubbed some into my puckering hole. "You're gonna take my cock, whiteboy," he told me as he positioned himself behind me. He grabbed my hips and thrust into me, sending burning pain shooting through my asshole. FUCK. I clenched my teeth, whimpering as he resized me. hadn't warmed up at all before, and his thick Mexican cock was tearing me open! Just his head was able to get in at first, but after a few more thrusts he was hitting deeper and deeper until every inch of his meaty cock was stuffed into me. "Fuck ya, bitch," he sighed when his cock and sunk into me fully. He slapped my ass and proceeded to fuck me. I'd never been fucked so roughly before. He clearly only cared about his own pleasure. Soon my tight hole surrendered to his pounding and I began to loosen up enough to enjoy it. o doubt about it, this must be how it feels to be a bitch. I was like a rag doll as he shoved into me doggystyle, a total stranger barebacking me without ever seeing his face. Suddenly he grunted and thrust into me extra deep. I warmth spread inside me as I groaned in pleasure. Fuck, he'd done it. He blasted into me without even a warning. Breathing heavily, he commanded "Stay face down, until after I leave, bitch," and, as he withdrew his cock from my ass he added "I don't want you seeing who I am, faggot." I nodded, even though it was dark. A few seconds later the cold air rushed in as he opened and closed the door, and he was gone. "Oh my god," I moaned in ecstasy, slipping my blindfold up. "I just got bred like a bitch." I felt filthy and used. I reached back between my legs and felt my tender hole. I could feel his warm cream dripping out of me. Fuck, how much had he cum? I didn't want to lose it, so I crawled into the bedroom to the box where my wife kept her dirty toys and found the giant glass butt plug. I'd gotten it for her for Valentine's day, but it had been way too large for her and she wasn't that into anal play. But now here I was inserting the cool glass into my own hole. With the cum it slid into me rather easily until I got to its widest part. Fuck it felt good to feel the cool glass against my burning, pummeled pussy. I sat back on the plug and bounced up and down. I didn't even touch my cock as it flopped around. I was a total bitch tonight and I was only going to get pleasure through my hole. I groaned as the huge glass plug stretched me even wider than the Mexican's cock had, until finally I couldn't take it any longer. I didn't give a fuck if it was going to hurt... I sat down full on it and shoved it in. A brief feeling of shock swept over me as I felt the plug's huge circumference pass through me, and then instant relief as my guts sucked it in. Holy fuck, that was amazing. I'd only ever had the plug inside me once before when I'd taken those pictures I'd posted in my Craigslist ad. This thought made me want to see something. Standing, I waddled with the uncomfortably large plug to the bathroom and turned on the light. Facing away from the mirror, I turned my head far enough to get a glimpse of my gaped ass in the mirror. "Fuck..." I moaned as I saw it. With the glass window into my ass I could see the white spew coating my guts. I bent over further and snapped a few pictures on my cellphone. I returned to my laptop to see if I had any more responses, and my greedy hole tightened around my plug as I saw all the cocks which were lined up, eager to fuck me. And so I did what a cumdump is supposed to do. I messaged two more guys my address and put my blindfold back on, patiently waiting to accept any cock that came through the door. I didn't have to wait long. A bigger guy who sounded white showed up a few minutes later. I was disappointed when I heard the sound of a condom wrapper, but he had a thick cock and fucked me hard. After him there was another Mexican guy, an older one this time. Basically couldn't speak any English and had a smaller cock, but he at least fucked me bare and dumped his load on the pile. When he left, I reinserted my wife's butt plug to keep the cum from dripping out. "Damn," I thought. These guys had been fun, but were nothing compared to the first alpha who had fucked me. I went and took a few more swigs of my shitty rum to keep my buzz up. I wanted the next guy to be a really good fuck, someone who would really dominate me. By now the emails had piled up and I could afford to be a bit choosier. One message caught my eye. It was from 'Sir.' I clicked the email and was greeted with a faceless body shot of a muscular older dom with a massively thick cock dripping precum. The email read "Bitch, Daddy knows what boys like you need. I've got a five-day load that needs dumped in a sweet boy hole. Only reply if you want to submit fully and be owned." A chill passed through me as I read his words. This guy had tried to contact me before. Months ago I'd posted an ad while my wife was out of town to suck some cock. We'd exchanged some emails but he had seemed way too intense and I flaked on him. But I distinctly remember jacking off later that night thinking about being impaled on that thick daddy cock. Submit fully? I didn't know what he was talking about, but right now it seemed like that's what I was meant for. I was already suicidal so what the fuck was there to be scared of anymore anyway? "I'll submit to you in anyway you want, Sir. I'm at 606 Sage Blvd," I replied, and resumed my proper position on my hands and knees in front of the door. My most recent swig of alcohol was rushing to my brain now. Fuck, the room was spinning in the darkness. I had been fearless before, even when I knew a convicted felon was coming over to breed me, but now a feeling of uneasiness was setting in. Had I just surpassed the good vibe buzz of my alcohol? The rush of being fucked by so many strangers was leaving, and now I started to feel cold as I crouched naked on the floor on my hands and knees, willing boy pussy in the air. What the fuck was I doing? This guy seemed even more unsafe than the Mexican gangbanger. But there was no time to reassess the situation, because there were already footsteps outside my door. Sir was here. I held my breath as the door opened and I heard the sound of heavy footsteps. "Good boy," said a deep voice. Then I heard him chuckle. "Pop your ass for Daddy," he said, stepping down onto my back with his boot heel. I immediately complied. "Yes sir." He started feeling up my ass, sighing approval. He found my glass plug, which was still inserted, and traced his rough fingertips around it. "Looks like you finally took the plunge, faggot. How many loads you got in there?" "Two loads, Sir." "Mmm good boy. Well now you're going to take the most important load of your life, bitch." I didn't know what he was talking about. "Spread your ass open for Daddy, let me see this slutty hole of yours." I placed my face into the blanket and reached back with both hands, spreading my ass. "So you're married, huh?" he said. Fuck. He must have seen my wedding ring! I was so used to wearing it I didn't even think to take it off before the fuckfest began. He slapped my ass hard. "I asked you a question, bitch!" I cringed from the sting and cried, "Yes sir! Yes, I'm married." He chuckled again and said, "Well this might be a two-for-one, then." He reached up to my ass and tugged on the sizeable plug. I moaned as he pulled it to its widest point and held it there, gaping my ass. "From husband to cumdump," he laughed. "Well faggot, you've got some making up to do," he said as he sunk the plug back up inside me. "You stood me up once before. You were supposed to give me that sweet faggot mouth of yours and you flaked out, remember?" "I'm sorry, Sir, I don't know what you mean," I said, but in truth I did remember. Suddenly he slapped me across the face, and I recoiled shock. Blindfolded and dark as it was, I was completely helpless to his assault. "Don't fucking lie, bitch. Now sit up here on your knees. I want those faggot lips wrapped around my cock." Jesus, with every word that came out of his mouth there was no choice but to comply. I sat up on my knees and he stood in front of me, guiding my mouth to his crotch. I reached up to undo his pants, and he slapped me again. "No hands, bitch. Prove how much of a fag boy you are. Use your faggot mouth to get my cock out." I did as he commanded, and used my teeth to bite his pants and, with some effort, I unbuttoned his jeans. "That's it faggot, show me how badly you want to serve me. I'm gonna own you now boy. Those dick sucking lips of yours belong to me now. You’re just fuckmeat to me." I was able to bite and pull apart his fly, and then finally gained access to the elastic band of his briefs. A new feeling was stirring inside of me. I'd been nervous at first, but there was something incredibly erotic about his dominating presence and being told exactly what to do. He was reminding me of what a beta male I truly was. I tugged down on his briefs with my teeth and received the reward of his half hard dick flopping against my face. It was freshly showered and had the stubble of a somewhat recent shave. He guided the head of his cock into my mouth. Holy fuck! His cock head was massive. Was it just because I was blindfolded and had lost my perception of size? He kept pushing in, groaning as more and more inches of his cock entered, and my mouth was stretched wider and wider. "Yaaaa, you like Daddy's horse cock, boy?" "Mphhhh-gugugg," I gagged, with his dick still in my mouth. "Mmm, well play time is over. I'm going to give your tonsils a good fucking. Keep your hands to your side. If you even try to reach up I'll slap the shit out of you." I gurgled in agreement. Sir grabbed both my ears as handles and pulled me further down on his massive cock. "Fuckkkk," he moaned. "Your wife doesn't know you suck dick, does she?" I shook my head and he chuckled. "I wonder what she'd say if she could see her faggot husband with a cock down his throat right now?" Fuck... I could never live it down if that happened and she found out. She already hated my guts. I'm sure she'd tell every fucking person we know, including that cunt sister of hers. "It's okay little boy, you keep doing a good job on Daddy's cock and I won't say a word. Now let that dick go all the way down your throat like a good bitch." He pulled my head all the way down and his massive cockhead stretched open my throat and went down my esophagus. I immediate gagged and tried to pull off, but his iron grip held me in place. He started fucking my throat mercilessly, his voice becoming threatening. "Hey, bitch, right down your fuckin' faggot throat. Bet you suck dick better than your wife does, you know that? I bet your wife has never sucked your pathetic little dick like you're sucking mine now." It was true. Despite that his dick was much more massive than mine, she'd never had much interest in giving me blowjobs, much less deep throating. "Hold it right there, fag," he said with his huge dick fully in my throat. My eyes were streaming and I was on the verge of puking. Through my blindfold it got momentarily brighter. "Say, 'I suck dick better than my wife," he ordered me. Of course, I couldn't say anything with his cock lodged in my throat, but I grunted out the phrase anyway, which simply emerged as gargled spit. He chuckled in approval. "Alright, you got my horse cock ready to fuck you boy," Daddy said with satisfaction. "I've got a special reward for you now." I heard what sounded like a plastic 'pop' and then sensed an acetone-like smell. He grabbed my face and tilted it upwards, pulling the blindfold down just a bit on my forehead. I then felt the pointed tip of a sharpie as he started writing. "There, it says 'CUMDUMP' on your face, boy, with permanent marker. I wonder what you wife will say when she sees it?" Fuck, this guy was totally mindfucking me. A twinge of horrible guilty pleasure pulsed in my cock at the humiliation this guy was dragging me through, especially when my wife was in the midst of divorcing me. "Speaking of your wife, I think I know the best way to break a sissy bitch like you in. Where are your wife's panties?" "Wha-? Her panties?" "Her panties, faggot. Where does she keep them. In a drawer?" "I... Yes sir. To the right... is the bedroom. They're in the top drawer of the dresser." I heard him walk past me and creak open the bedroom door. He rummaged around before returning a few moments later. "Put these on, faggot," he said as he threw a pair of lacy panties in my face. I'm going to prove you're not even a real man. I'm going to fuck you like a bitch in your wife's panties... fuck you way better and harder than you could ever fuck her with your worthless boy cock." I swallowed down the lump in my throat. This isn't how I planned it to go. The guys were just supposed to stay in the entryway with me, fuck and leave. I cringed at how many personal and revealing things he must have just seen walking into the bedroom like that. But I also knew that if I hesitated to put on my wife's panties that Daddy was going to slap me in the face. I shimmied into the panties and discovered it was a thong, which slid snugly up between my ass cheeks. "Ha ha, there you go, now you're looking like a proper sissy faggot," Daddy laughed, giving my smooth ass a slap. "You feeling humiliated yet, boy? Are you an owned sissy cumdump?" "Yes, Sir! I'm an owned sissy faggot cumdump!" Daddy pushed me back onto all fours and grunted approval. "Yes you are boy, yes you are..." Again, there was a momentary brightness, followed by a chuckle. He grabbed the plug and pulled it from my hole, continuing to chuckle. "This is just perfect," he said, almost under his breath. I then felt him probe my hole with his rough finger. He finger fucked me, which wasn't really necessary since the three previous cocks and the plug had gaped me considerably. I felt a bit of pain as he molested my hole, which I was surprised by because with the amount of alcohol I'd consumed most of my body felt pretty numb. After a little while he positioned himself behind me, and spit on his cock. "Here it comes you little bitch. This horse cock is going to change you forever." He pulled my thong to the side and pushed the head of his cock into my hole. Pain instantly shot through me. FUCK his size made the Mexican guy seem tiny. "Don't run from it bitch. Make your wife proud and slide your slutty hole down on my cock while you're wearing her panties. Don’t you want to make your wife proud of what a good little whore you are?" "Oh fuck, Daddy! Yes, I want to make my wife proud and be a good whore!" I cried out as his huge cock resized me. Every inch that penetrated brought new waves of pleasure and pain until he was fully inside me. Then there was that sharp poking again, a jabbing pain almost but this time coming from deeper in my intestines. Daddy started fucking me, training my boy hole to take his massive cock. His voice got deeper as he fucked. He reached down and grabbed my balls in a crushing grip. "Yeah, I own these," he growled. "I own your little sissy cock and balls. I own your faggot mouth... and I own.. YOUR HOLE!" He thrust extra deep suddenly and more of the jabbing pain came. "Yes Sir, you own it all! I'm just your faggot cumdump to use how you want!" My hole had somehow adjusted to his massive cock and he was now fucking me in deep strokes, pummeling my prostate and beyond with his huge dick. "I want you to beg me for my seed, boy. I want you to beg me to knock you up while you're wearing your wife's cute little panties." "Please Daddy! Please knock me up! I want your cum, Daddy, please let me have it!" "I'm gonna get you pregnant, boy. You're gonna be my bitch and have my babies." "YES PLEASE SIR, PLEASE!!! I’LL HAVE YOUR BABIES!!" "FUCK yeah, boy. Just remember when you're trying to scrub that marker off your face later..." he was saying between thrusts, "you... begged for me to give you this...AAAAAAHHHH!" He grabbed my hips and thrust deeply, pushing me forward with my face to the floor as he shot his superior alpha load into my inferior beta cunt. His massive cock was shoved so deeply into me I thought he was going to rip through my intestines. The warm cream was spreading all inside me, more than the previous two loads combined. "Fuuuuck boy, you just really got fucked you know that?" he panted, holding his cock fully buried in me. "I really own you now boy, no going back. You're a faggot for life now." He withdrew his cock, and then I felt the smooth glass of the butt plug being shoved back into me. "Let that marinate inside you, boy. You're just a fucktoy now. This isn't the last time I'm going to use your fuckmeat. Whenever I tell you to you'll have that cunt ready for me. You'll wear what I tell you to. You do what I tell you to." I heard him zipping back up, and I just stayed face down enjoying the feeling of being a well-used cumdump. I'd definitely found my purpose in life. This parading around pretending to be an alpha had been so exhausting and phony. No doubt about it, I was a true beta and a cumdump meant to be used as a hole for real men. As Daddy's cum soaked into my guts I felt completely emasculated. Of course my wife had cheated on me and was going to leave me. I was a dumb cock sucking faggot that just allowed four strangers to fuck me. She wanted a real alpha, not the pathetic beta sissy who had just taken a load while wearing a pair of her panties. "Almost forgot," Daddy said, and I heard the familiar 'pop' of him opening his Sharpie. He wrote something small just above my tailbone, then gave my ass a slap, remarking "Enjoy that load bitch. Check your email in a bit," as he opened the door and was gone. I waited a few seconds in the darkness as I tried to process all that had just happened. "Holy fuck," I said out loud. For the first time since I'd started my night as a cumdump I reached to my cock, and could understand how small it was compared to the real man that had just fucked me. It didn't even seem worth jacking it. I was full of cum and felt completely satisfied. Dazed, I stood up and removed my blindfold. I was surprised to find that I could actually see a little bit in the dark apartment since my eyes had adjusted. I turned on the light and staggered to the bathroom mirror. My throat was burning from the rough fucking he had given my tonsils. Looking in the mirror I saw 'CUMDUMP' written across my forehead, which as of tonight was now 100% true. I then recognized the purple thong I was wearing. It had been the special lingerie my wife had worn during our honeymoon a few years earlier. One of my sexiest photos of her was her wearing this thong, bent over on all fours.... and now that had been the exact scene I'd reenacted for the stranger who had just dumped a five day load into my guts. It did make my ass look very plump and fuckable 'though. Remembering he had also written something on my back. I turned and looked over my shoulder and saw that it was simply a small plus sign. What the fuck did it mean? I was exhausted and I knew I should probably go to sleep. The hangover was going to be horrible as it was. I quickly picked up from my fuckfest, folded up the blanket and put the lube away. That's when I noticed the entryway table, or I should say, what was missing from it. "FUCK," I exclaimed with my raspy, throat-fucked voice. My wife's ring was gone. "You gotta be fucking kidding me," I said. I looked around the table to see if maybe it had gotten knocked off, but sure enough it was gone. "Holy fucking shit," I said in disbelief. Guilt and resentment instantly set in. You dumbfuck, what were you thinking. You should have been thinking about how to fix your marriage instead of playing out your gay fucking fantasies. I honestly had no fucking idea what I was going to do. It was probably the Mexican fucker who took it... god damn it... I sat down to my laptop to shut it off, when I remembered that the guy had told me to check my email in a bit. I remembered everything he'd said at the end, how he owned me, and he was going to fuck me more. "Fuck that," I scoffed. Guy was fucking crazy. It was hot to do once, but I was never going to see that guy again. Still, out of curiosity I checked my email. Sure enough, there was an email from him. I opened it to simply find a link to a craigslist ad.... I clicked it and was instantly mortified at what I saw. My face, blindfolded, a massive dick in my mouth.... Then the second one, me bent over, wearing my wife's honeymoon thong with her glass butt plug inserted in my ass, holding in the loads of strangers who had bred me.... holy shit. The table behind you could clearly see our wedding photos! There wasn't even a question as to who it was. I was completely exposed in the pictures, completely emasculated and humiliated for anyone to see who clicked on the ad. There was no way anyone who knew me wouldn't immediately identify me. The text said simply 'This married husband is now an owned cumdump. The cumdump lives at 606 Sage Boulevard and will happily wear its wife's panties while you breed it.' Oh my god. This can't be happening. I clicked on the ad and typed out a reply as fast as I could. I begged him to take down the ad. I couldn't be exposed like that. Please, I would do anything! Just take the fucking ad down. A cold, dreading sweat started to form on my brow. What was I going to do? If ANYONE saw this there would be no coming back from it. My friends, my work, everyone would know. My wife would know! Would I face charges for letting a man play with her underwear, for wearing them without her permission? Fuck fuck fuck! And then there was a reply: Sure, I'll take the ad down. Just understand that I own you now. Tomorrow at 9 PM you'll meet me in front of your door blindfolded just like you were tonight for another breeding session. You will wear another pair of your wife's panties. I think pink would look good on a sissy bitch like you. Well, the good news was my wife wasn't coming home anytime soon... I replied 'THANK YOU! Yes, I'll do whatever you want. And please, did you take the wedding ring that was on the table? Please, I'm begging you if you did, can I please have it back? It's not even worth anything, it's a fake diamond'. I had never admitted that to anyone. I was such a beta I couldn't even get my wife a real ring. His reply was short, if ambiguous 'Haha, you still haven't found it?' Found it? What the fuck was he talking about? Then something dawned on me. I reached back and slowly pulled the big glass plug out of my ass. A thick dollup of cum dripped out and onto my thigh. I inserted my finger and reached up inside myself. Probing around the cum-slicked ruined hole that was now my resized cunt, I encountered a metal circle, now warmed by the heat of my guts. Oh my god, I thought as I pulled out my wife's wedding ring out of my ass. He’d fucked it into me from the very start. The sharp edges had sliced me up pretty good inside and my hole was now incredibly tender. The normally clear glass of the fake diamond was tinged with red, and cum from three strangers dripped off it. The jabbing pain as he'd fucked me.... So this is what it was like to be completely owned, to be a true cumdump. I reached back and put the ring back inside me, followed by my wife's butt plug. Then I crawled into my empty bed that was meant for two people, and cried myself softly to sleep as the toxic load seeped into the fresh cuts that had been carved inside me by my wife’s own wedding ring.

It always started the same way. Some kid trawling Scruff after hitting the bars cause he didn't get lucky. Eric smiled when the kid sent him a woof -- another kid that was going get more than he was looking for. Eric's cock twitched at the idea of breeding this boy. He worked out hard and was in great shape; he had ink in all the right places but had the attitude to back it up. The kid's stats were pretty hot -- 6'2", 185 lbs and 23 years old-- too young to be completely filled out, but well on his way. After a few more details, the kid was on his way over. Eric's cock began to stiffen and push against his jeans, betraying his eagerness to share his seed with the boy. He went to the dungeon and put on his harness, perfectly framing the biohazard tattoo on his chest. He was ready to give this boy the fuck of his life. Perfectly on cue, there was a knock on the door upstairs and Eric went up to greet him. Opening the door, the boy was startled and stammered out a hello. Pulling him inside and slamming the door behind him, Eric easily overwhelmed the kid and nailed him to the wall. Forcing his tongue into the boy's mouth, he gave the boy a preview of what would be happening to his ass in a few minutes. The kid was enthusiastic and immediately moved his hands down Eric's jeans to feel his stiff cock. It was nine by seven, and a number 2 gauge PA. His cock was the perfect tool to share his gift, especially with inexperienced kids like this boy. In seconds, Eric's jeans were on the floor and the boy's face was buried his crotch, face smashed into the leaking red jock. Grabbing the kid under his arms, Eric heaved him to his feet and pushed him down the stairs to the dungeon. Pulling his head into his right arm and forcing the boy's mouth open again, Eric unzipped the kid's shorts and shoved them to the ground. The kid was wearing a jock like he was told and was about to be rewarded for it. Guiding the boy over to the leather covered St. Andrew's Cross leaned against the wall, he smiled as he pushed the boy against the cross and spread his legs. Tracing his tongue from the back of the boy's neck to the band of his jock, he could taste the salty sweat of excitement. As Eric moved his hand to spread the kid's checks, he felt the boy relax. He began tongue fucking the boy's ass, getting it ready for his leaking cock. Reaching down to his own jock, he pushed the pouch to the side, letting out his cock and balls. Slowly, he stood up, tracing the kid's spine with his tongue back up to his neck, and wrapped his right arm around the boy's neck in a choker hold. As the boy began to protest, Eric bit his neck firmly and the kid relaxed -- Eric's profile said he liked it rough. Using his free hand, he guided his dripping cock to just behind the boy's cunt and grinned. Without warning, he pushed his full 230 pounds of muscle down on the little bitch and impaled him with one stroke. As he felt his PA against the boy's hole, he instinctively tightened his arm around the boy's neck and forced his cock inside the kid. The boy tried to pull his ass off of Eric's cock, but the cross was in front and Eric's cock was behind. It was no use trying to get away. Eric was stronger than the boy by a long shot and his arm was like steel around the kid's neck. For just a second, he flashed back to his own youth when he was in the same position as this boy, about to be given a gift that would change his life forever. Amused by the boy's reaction, he began relentlessly pounding his cock into the boy's ass. Since that day ten years earlier, Eric had never worn a rubber. The kid would soon understand the gift he was about to receive and like Eric, would soon want nothing more than to share it. Pushing harder and deeper into the young stud's cunt, Eric's balls slapped the boy's ass with fury. The fire in his balls burned as the boy struggled. And then, the feeling started -- a gentle tingle deep in his balls began to stir. Smashing the boy's hips into the cross, the fire in his balls was quickly building pressure and urgency. The little cunt was about to feel the gift exploding from Eric's cock, flooding him from the inside and sharing the dark gift with him. Grinning with the thought of what was about to happen, he slammed his cock as deep into the kid as possible, and then it began. He screamed with pleasure as the boy's ass, wrecked from the viscous fucking, seemed to seize on his cock. As his balls pumped the dirty seed into the boy, he thrust harder and harder careful not to waste one drop of seed. The boy's ass tightened, drinking the dark gift that began burning his innocent cunt. As wave after wave of diseased seed flowed into the boy's guts, Eric felt him relax. He'd felt it before, a man getting his first taste of poison cum, suddenly realizes the gift. Eric's seed was doing its work, passing into the stud's veins, burning into his soul and converting him. Eric thanked his Lord for the boy impaled on his cock as he continued to shoot streams of burning seed into him. The boy was a man now, a brother; forever a servant, branded with the dark seed. Eric's work was done for the night. As the last drops of Eric's seed were greedily swallowed by the boy's ass, he leaned forward to his ear and whispered "Welcome, my brother." Unlike his entry into the boy, Eric began to slowly pull his cock out. Covered in dirty slime, he admired the look of his tool and the tight ass that was reluctantly letting his cock withdraw. As his head began to emerge, he noticed a few thick pieces of cum, slightly obscuring his 999 tattoo. The boy, weak from being used turned around and looked into Eric's eyes. Eric saw the fire of the seed in the boy's eyes. Guiding his new brother gently down to his knees, he allowed the boy to clean the remaining cum from his cock and worship.

Part 16 Tom had lifted me to the bathroom, I was showered and douched. Tom shaved my body from the neck down. I’d never felt so smooth. I was trembling the whole time with my body temperature rushing in either direction. Tom took me back to the bedroom and helped dress me in a rubber jock. It pulled my cock tighter to my body, still locked in it’s cage. “Lay down for now, boy. I’ll organise the rest.” I closed my eyes and fell into a deep sleep. Some time later I awoke flush with heat. Initially I thought it was my fever, then I realised I was back in the rubber suit from before and back in the sling! Only my mouth, eyes and nose holes were not covered in rubber. I could also tell a zipper at my ass. “Hey boy, just in time. People are beginning to arrive. I want you to remember all of this night.” Tom leant down and kissed me on my lips, it calmed me deep inside. Although I was burning up in this suit. I didn’t know what to expect anymore. Tom was wearing a pair of rubber jeans, opened at the crotch exposing a white jock. He had black rubber gloves on and his Biohazard tattoo was exposed on his chest. He looked so hot dressed like that. It made me feel flushed and horny. I didn’t know how I was feeling, I was sick as a dog but I felt incredibly horny. “You stay put boy, I’ll go get the others. This will be a rough night for you, just remember it’s what Daddy wants and thats all that matters!” He had a seriousness to his tone and his eyes pierced into mine. What was going to happen to me? Tom left the room and I lay in the swing unsure of what was going to happen next. I glanced over and seen Tom coming in with a group of about 10 men, the youngest must have been in his early 40’s. They were all wearing rubber, one guy had a rubber cock sheath, with only his pierced cock head exposed. That’s when I realised that every one of them had a pierced cock. This was going to hurt. Tom stood between my legs, he looked at me with an evil grin, his blue eyes were cold. I didn’t feel as calm anymore when he announced "Just remember: this is what Daddy wants, boy.” I felt the zip at my ass being undone. The room was spinning faster and faster. My head was pulled to the side and without warning the rubber sheathed cock forced its way into my mouth, the piercing hitting the back of my throat. I gagged but he didn’t stop, I struggled to breath. “Turn him to face me, I want to see his eyes when I rape his hole” Tom had pressed his un-lubed cock against my hole. My eyes widened in fear. It wouldn’t go in my ass, I was completely try. He must have seen the fear in my eyes. He just laughed. “Put the mask on him, lets see how long he lasts!” I didn’t know what was happening, He continued to push against my hole slowing tearing me open. I felt arms on my shoulders as a mask was put over my head. It was a gas mask. It smelt funny inside. It had been soaked with poppers. I felt overwhelmed with the heat and the haze of the fumes made my blood pulse. Tom continued at my ass, I took a sharp gasp when he pushed harder, forcing the poppers deeper into my system. My senses where completely overwhelmed. “No more playing boy.” Tom slammed his cock completely into my ass and started to pound my hole. I felt a trickle of blood running down my ass cheek. My head was pounding and my blood rushed with the mask on my head, It became harder to catch my breath. The men around the room were cheering Tom on. “Rape the boy.” “Tear up his hole.” “Breed that ass.” Tom ripped his cock from my hole and tore the mask off my face in the same motion. Fresh air flooded my face. He walked round and thrust his cock in front of my face. It had a smear of bloody across it. “Clean Daddy’s cock.” With that he thrust himself into my mouth just as another cock tore into my ass. And the night had just begun…

I went to the big city to get off the farm and get an education and see if being gay if who I am. Living in the dorms in a very crowded room, I’m nothing to look at being 5ft 6 very skinny 115 LBS and all these hot mussel guys around , but I have been told later I very well hung with a thick 9 inch dick. In my sex life I have only suck 1 dick and nothing else but have masturbated a lot. My financials are not great and at my age there is very little jobs open for me, I take a job cleaning tables off , this place is very high end so working 40 hours a week I can make $250 after taxes. I can’t work any more and go to school so it’s very hard to get by. I’m doing very well in school but I won’t be able to keep up this pace much longer as I’m always tired. As I clean tables most people have left but this one table that had some kind of meeting this very attractive Man is still there. I go over to ask if I can clean the table as we are close to closing, he say for me to sit down. I do and he says if I would like to make some real money at his club waiting on tables and that is where the real money is. I tell him I can’t wait on tables because of my and the alcohol laws, he laugh and says you will not have that problem and says I can make $400 or more per night just serving his customer, he hands me his card. I think to my self that working just 2 nights I can make 3 times what I’m making now. I have to take look at this offer as it’s too good not to turn down, so I make the call to see Larry. I get to the building and I tell the door man I here to meet Larry , tells me to wait wile someone comes down to meet me and take me to Larry. Larry is very up front about what he does here and about what my job will be. I will serve his customers at his parties and there are 3 levels of this building so at first I will be working the main floor. The main floor is a very big open space with 12 X 12 rooms surrounding the main floors for private parties. At the entrance is the bar but it’s not a liquor but a party supply bar. Larry ask me to strip down as he want to see what my body looks like, when i’m naked he says he got me right as a skinny boy with a big dick, he shows me what my uniform will be it’s just a jock strap with a baseball cap that I will have to ware backwards and I have to cut my hair very short and what little hair I have will be removed permanently by a staff member . I accept this job and tell him my age again and he says it’s no problem so he shows me the menu. Light Gatorade Heavy Gatorade Light Point Heavy Point Shards Water Lube Spike Lube Poppers E Name of some toys I never heard of but the person running the party bar would know. I’m to walk around in the open are if they want service from the party bar and if I see green light I’m to go in and see what they want, if the light is red I’m to stay out, if the light is white I’m to enter and clean up. My shift is from 6-8 hours on Friday & Saturday so that gives me the rest of the week to study.

Author's disclaimer: Rape and sexual assault are major topics in the news as of late. In real life, there is a definite and legal necessity to obtain CONSENT from all involved parties when participating in sex. This story is complete fiction. It contains elements of non-consensual, risk-heavy sex and seroconversion. In pornographic stories of fiction and fantasy, we can explore fetishized privileges that, legally and/or morally, we should not attempt in real life. This story is a sequel to my original story, "The Broken Jock" which started in the "Bareback" section (Chap. 1 and 2) and then progressed to the "Bug Chasing and Gift Giving FICTION" section. The Broken Jock II: The Third Baseman My partner, Clyde, and I were all aglow with the realization that we finally got the sexy Adam (aka ShortStop91) to take our poz cocks bareback—plus we got to double penetrate the kid! He had been a conquest of ours for almost a year after discovering his profile on the safe-sex-only web site. We knew what softball team he was on because his picture on the web site showed the young, blonde-haired, stocky beef cake wearing his softball uniform. Clyde and I have gone to quite a few of their games to scope him out and enjoy watching him play; the whole time dreaming of one day getting our cocks inside that incredible ass. Our only disappointment in Adam was that we were not the first cocks to bareback and breed him. On the safe-sex only site, we tried luring him to come over plenty of times. We figured that he was getting lots of messages, because Adam's replies were either short or nonexistent. When he did reply, he was short with words. From what Hank told us, he and three of his buddies had successfully and aggressively barebacked Adam first only a couple weeks before, unopened condoms splayed out on the floor from the boy's pocket. But we were happy to take what we could get of him. Afterward, we got Adam to "buddy" us on both web sites so that his other safe-sex friends might consider spending a night with us. I'm John, the 63-year-old white-haired man who fucked Adam from underneath in that Folsom Motel room last weekend. Clyde is 67. He took Adam's hole from behind. Typically, Clyde and I have to rig condoms to break so that we can stealth the young men we find on the safe-only site. Our biggest turn on is when our poz sperm is shooting into young unprotected holes. After surely pozzing up the shortstop, Clyde and I were amped to try and get our bare cocks up the butts of one or more of Adam's teammates. Our next target was Tom, the 22-year-old third baseman. He is gorgeous with brown hair, blue eyes, a bubble butt and strong thighs that demand a top's attention. Clyde pointed out to me how his white uniform pants allowed everyone to see through to the straps of his jock just below his ass. Now that Adam is used up, (we've heard from Hank that an old perv named Leon is going to be fucking him regularly now) Clyde keeps talking about Tom. This morning Clyde is still in his lycra bike shorts and I can see his massive cut hardon when he tells me that he wants to discuss our plans for sinking our raw cocks up that sweet ass on the third baseman. He found Tom’s profile on a different dating site, where we discovered that he (or JockCub13) is a versatile bottom who likes 1-on-1 or to bottom for couples, he’s neg, and condoms are a must. His profile picture was just his cute face, but we already know what his amazing body looks like. "We'll probably have to stealth him," Clyde advised, "he doesn't say on here anything about poppers, but we'll need those, too." I offered, "Maybe we should have condoms on when our cocks are in his mouth. That way he'll be convinced that we're rubbered up for his hole, too." "Hmmm. If our mission is poz up his hole before he knows it, that might be how it needs to go down," Clyde agreed. "Maybe which ever one of us is dicking his throat and poppering the boy up can signal to the ass-fucker when it's time to rip off the condom and push back in. The first one of us to cum inside him needs to be discreet and slow about it so that he doesn't suspect anything. Well, at least until he gets a second load." "Sounds good," I said. "Let's message him now!" 243sum: "Hey, JockCub13. You're looking hot! We're a couple of tops with big dicks and big bed. If you want 2 men to take good care of your hole, let us be of service to you." After messaging Tom, Clyde was checking for replies all afternoon. At 4 o'clock, we got a reply. JockCub13: "Hi, guys. I like that idea! I'm at a softball after-game thing at the bar right now. Can I come over around 6 or 7? Here's my cell: 555-6509" 243sum: "That's a good plan. We're John and Clyde (me). Come over when you can. We'll text you our address. Wear your jock, too!" ------------------- Before Tom arrived, we decided that Clyde would fuck the boy first, so he got the rigged condoms ready, put on his cock ring and lubed up his bare cock with Crisco. At a quarter after six, Tom was at our door. Clyde let the boy in and closed the door. "Hi," he said. We didn't reply. He was wearing track pants, a t-shirt and sneakers. Clyde put his hand on the boy's butt, while I felt up his hardening dick through the smooth material of the track pants. He was wearing his jock underneath, and nothing else. When his dick was rock hard, I was able to move it to the side so that it was sticking out from the side of his jock pouch, the mushroom-shaped cockhead obscenely visible under the shiny material. I rubbed the head of his cock and heard him moan. That's when Clyde pushed Tom's track pants down. I knew Clyde was using his middle finger to feel up the boy's hole. Tom's dick began to drip precum, so I got on my knees to taste it. As soon as my tongue lapped over the boy's cock slit to taste his sweet precum, he shuddered and bent forward slightly, offering his butt more fully to Clyde. Clyde couldn't restrain himself. With his hard fuck stick already greased up, he stood up behind the boy, pressed his hand on Tom's back and started to push his unsheathed plug of a cockhead against Tom's hole. I sucked on Tom’s dick more aggressively to help the boy submit to being penetrated bareback. “Ah!" Tom moaned. But when Clyde started pushing his massive cock up Tom's tight chute, he cried out, "Wait! Wait!!" Clyde covered Tom's mouth with his hand as he pushed his poz daddy cock deeper into Tom's butt. "Arrrrrrrr!" "Take my cock, kid," Clyde coached. "You need my cock inside you. Just take it." Knowing that Clyde was able to get Tom to take his cock without a condom meant that we needed to get him over to the bedroom. I got off Tom's dick to lead the two of them over, but we only got as far as the back of the couch when Clyde announced that he was all the way in. That was my cue to get the poppers. I reached over to the end table and opened the brown bottle and immediately placed it under Tom’s first nostril. Ecstatic over the opportunity to fully bareback Tom’s neg hole, Clyde was already trying to plow into him aggressively, causing Tom to yell out behind Clyde's hand. With only his nose to breathe from, Tom had to take in the poppers when he inhaled. I stood there, guiding the bottle under each nostril about 6 or 8 times until Tom was flying. “He’s lit,” I reported to Clyde, and then I knelt back down to continue sucking the third-baseman’s dick, which was now dripping profusely with his sweet precum. Clyde removed his hand from Tom’s mouth. “Ahhh! Fuck! Fuck!” he cried out. “Yeah, Tom. That’s a sweet hole you’ve got milking my cock. Keep doing that! I’ve been wanting to get my cock up your ass since the moment I saw it on the field.” Clyde kicked the kid’s legs apart for better leverage and full access to his unprotected hole. When Clyde put Tom’s right leg up on the arm of the couch, I could see that at the crotch of Tom’s white jock strap, Clyde’s cock ring was pressed up against his young butthole. At over three times Tom’s age, Clyde was playing out his ultimate daddy top fantasy of pistoning his entire poz rod up a 22-year-old jock-strapped neg butt. “Damn nice.” “Fuck that jock, Clyde. He wants it.” Tom didn’t protest anymore. He was giving up his neg hole to a strange man's cock without using any protection, probably for the first time. He had probably fantasized about being barebacked. Clyde was fucking Tom harder. He had that determined look that he gets when topping young guy's ass, I’m sure he was thinking about how he was going to knock up Tom good. I know I was. “He wants that raw cock. Don’t you, Tom?” “Fuck! Fuck! This isn’t sa…” Clyde covered Tom's mouth again, and kept fucking the boy harder. Clyde made his shut-up look at me. I opened the poppers and got the jock lit up so Clyde would have the best chance at breeding that warm, neg hole before the kid smartened up again. On Tom’s sixth hit on the poppers, Clyde was getting close. “Fuck yeah, boy! I'm going to own that sweet hole, give it up to me,” Clyde demanded. “Ah!” Tom was grunting something, muffled by Clyde’s hand clinched tight over his mouth. I put the bottle down and went back to watching Clyde’s large raw cock fuck in and out of the jock’s hole. There it was. My Clyde’s huge poz cock shaft with Tom’s neg pink hole stretched around it. “AAAhhhh!” Clyde’s shaft pulsed once before it was pushed in to the hilt, and I new the deed was getting done. “Fuck yeah, Tom! Take my load to third base, you handsome fucker! Ah, goddamn! Fuck! Hold him steady, John. I'm still unloading. I want every fucking sperm swimming inside you, Tom.” I watched as Clyde started fucking the kid again. I know how he likes to fuck his jizz into a freshly bred hole. After a few strokes, I could see some of Clyde’s semen making a white ring just outside Tom’s hole. As Clyde continued to fuck his toxic seed into the beautiful jock’s perfect butt, he said, “You’re staying over, Tom.” Tom nodded in compliance, and Clyde removed his hand from the kid’s mouth again. “Damn! You came inside me? Aaaah!” he said half worried, half aroused. Clyde pulled out and pushed the jock down to suck his daddy cock clean. The third baseman dropped to his knees and worshipped Clyde’s cock with his mouth while I got the bed ready.

If you were paying attention to the news some ten years ago, you know the town and the school I went to. It was that school in the Northeast where 14 teen girls all got pregnant at around the first time. It was a huge story locally, but it got national attention when it was rumored that they'd all made a pact to get knocked-up over the Summer. There was outrage from all sides. It was never proven that there was an actual conspiracy among the girls, but most everybody in the country thought so. They needed to believe the worst. I was a senior that year and can tell you some things that weren't reported. None of these preggos were even remotely cute. They were all skanks. The girls were all kinda dumpy and not real bright. They smoked cigarettes between classes and had started partying in junior high. The pretty girls all hoarded their virtues as they eyed a fabulous future and a rich, handsome husband. I'm not making any of this up. I was at ground zero. I was kind of nobody back then. I was the assistant editor of our school newspaper. I still remember the morning when the superintendent gathered us in his office and said to try and print one word about this scandal. He was the verge of an ulcer as it was and didn't want us to be another problem. He and the principal were ducking CNN reporters every day. My calculus teacher said that there was a camera man on his front porch one night. Another girl talked to "60 Minutes" on camera and was suspended. It was chaos. My closest friend back then was the senior editor, and he was working himself up into a frenzy. I liked Robbie, nut he was an asshole. We shared a love of current events and writing. He had groomed himself to be the next Rush Limbaugh. I was extremely liberal and our debates were intense. At least we both agreed that birth control should be free and separation of church and state was important. We both smoked. When he wanted to sneak a cig, he'd just say "let's go sell ad space". That was our secret code. We'd get in his car, drive around and smoke before eating a bunch of breath mints before going back to class. He never had girlfriends -- mainly because he was obnoxious and pretty fat. He was okay with it because he was so dedicated to building his brand. I wandered if he suspected I was gay since I was a big advocate for homosexual rights. He was on the fence about my views. "Did you hear what that one sophomore said during our staff meeting? That girl with the glasses?" "Her name is Trisha. She is super smart." She really was...had even skipped a grade. "She's a communist, vegetarian bitch. She tried to ignite the whole 'freedom of speech' shit again. It's my job as editor to nip that in the bud. I don't need to piss off the bosses when I have a chance to go to West Point." Seriously? He would never pass the physical. "You gonna be the editor of West Point's newspaper?" He huffed. "There's not going to be any print news in a few years. It's all digital media now. I should have told that bitch to just get an anonymous blog if she wanted her freedom of press. I am so careful on the computer and you should be too...everybody is watching us." I only emailed my grandma and watched silly videos on youtube. I had plenty of opinions but no desire to shout them at strangers. How Robbie didn't -- I had no idea. I was one of the few people who even listened when he talked. "I think I might major in literature." I just wanted to get him pissed off. "Joseph!" (everybody called me Joey, but Robbie never did) "Do you want to end up as a teacher in a shit hole like this? Get an engineering degree. You're good at math." He pulled into the parking lot a van that said 'NBC' on the side. It was empty. The newest rumor was that it was one dude had impregnated all the girls. And also that he was black. And HIV+. Homeless. None of this was probably true. The females in my class were Facebook addicts. Three of them were suspended for discussing 'this issue'. The sperm-giver supposedly lived in the park near my house. I was interested now. The source of the story was practically in my backyard...maybe. Or not. "Hey, Robbie -- I think I'm gonna skip the afternoon and go home. Take notes in Civics for me." What was I thinking? The semester had only barely begun and the rest of my classes for the day were mostly easy. I needed to get away, needed to think. I saw many news vans on my street. The 'culprit in the park' story had apparently leaked already. I was curious to see if any famous reporters were wandering around the park. I'd barely gone through the entrance when some guy in a ABC windbreaker came up to me. "Hi. I'm Phil Bridgeman from 'Good Morning America'. Are you a student at G.H.S.?" I didn't recognize him. "Yeah, but I can't make any comments." "I can make you an 'anonymous source'. Please???" "Well...maybe. Don't describe me in any way. I will be filling out college applications in a few months and don't want to piss off the administration here." "Can I record our conversation? I'm a terrible note-taker. It's just for me and not meant for air." I agreed, but never told him my name -- lust in case. "So I guess you're here because of the latest rumor." "Yeah. Let's go sit over here and talk." We settled at a picnic table and he brought out his little pocket tape recorder. It looked very Wal-Mart and not professional at all. He was maybe in this mid 30's and not bad looking...maybe Italian. He had that Fonzie nose and a bit of facial stubble. "You're not on camera ever?" "No. Not yet. I hope I am sometime quick before I lose more hair." "Oh. Isn't that William guy bald?" I watched Good Morning America when there wasn't school. "Yeah, but he's got a 'morning personality'. I don't look like a guy people want to see first thing in the morning. Anyway...what's it like being in your school right now?" "It's a distraction, but people are getting tired of it." "Do you know any of the pregnant girls personally?" "I know them as classmates, but not as friends." "Oh. That's too bad -- we're all trying to figure out why they would do this." "I've been wondering that too. My buddy thinks it's because they all want little dolls to play with, but I'm not so sure. There has to be more to it...don't you think?" "Conservative media thinks it's because they don't have fathers at home and because liberal schools are teaching sex ed." "Ugh. Sounds like my dad. He blames MTV as well." "Do they teach sex ed at G.H.S.?" "No. There's health class and biology, but nothing specifically about sex. Most everybody lost their virginity by freshman year anyway." "Have you?" "I'm not telling you anything personal, Todd." "Sorry. I am always full of questions....occupational hazard." He switched off his recorder and put it in his pocket. "It's okay. I guess I'm not going to be much help." "No. I think this whole 'blame game' angle is the one I'll go with." "I think it's ignorance too....an unawareness of consequences. I'm starting to think it's a rebellion issue as well. We're all trying to prove how mature we are. I only started smoking because I knew my parents would not approve. I spent a lot of years trying to spite them. Maybe if I had the anatomy, I'd have gotten knocked up too." I felt I could speak freer now that it wasn't on tape. Todd looked at me for a long moment. "That's good. You're onto something." "But there's the erotic element too. They want a fuck that actually counts for something...fulfills a fantasy. It's what they think 'love' is." "Wow. You're a good analyst. The girls are submitting to a dick full of dna that will turn them into someone else." "Exactly. It's hot if you think about it." He looked at me, puzzled. "Uh...yeah. We're all just mammals with a need to mate. Is that what you mean?" "Yeah. I don't think that's a groundbreaking story, though. I think you guys are wasting your time here." "But there's an angle somewhere. What about the homeless black guy who was the breeder?" "I doubt it. I've lived here my whole life and never saw a homeless person." "Let alone a black person. This area is solid white. Would you ever go out with a minority?" "I don't know. Probably. This off the record: I've never even gone out with a girl." "A guy?" "No! Why did you even ask that?!" "Sorry. I have an instinct for things. It's not offensive...I'm gay." He waited until I'd absorbed that piece of information. "My lover is black and travels with me sometimes. He's too afraid to leave the hotel because there's a racist vibe here -- no offense." "You're right. He's right. We're not as bad as Boston, but it's not easy for anyone different around here." "Oh look -- there's that guy from 'A Current Affair'. Total jerk." I lit up a cigarette. "Your school day is almost over. I should go to the parking lot and try to get some more quotes." "Go stake out the area behind the industrial arts building...that's where the stoners gather. They'll have an opinion and don't care about getting suspended." "That's a great tip! Look -- I don't know how many more days I'll be here, but let me give you my room number. I want to talk again." Yes. OK. "Um...Todd...This is off the record, but I'm gay too." "I kinda knew that. Any dude going to that school full of sluts and has never been laid? I won't say a word." He wrote down his room's phone number and bummed a smoke. We walked out and went separate ways. I felt weird. I'd never 'come out' to anyone before, but I just confessed it all to a national reporter. I was probably insane. I went to my room and listened to a CD by some woman named 'Katy Perry'. Robbie was in love with her and had magazine photos of her taped up in his locker. He practically demanded that I buy this music. I ended up really liking it. It's hard to believe that was a decade ago. Dad came home and was in a terrible mood. "I'm going to buy a gun, I swear. This town has gone bonkers. That Geraldo Rivera guy just wandered into the firm today and started asking questions. Smug bastard...he's older than he looks on TV too." Mom brought him a drink and retreated back to the kitchen. My dad had a bad temper and none of us wanted to witness the fury. "What the hell is going on at that school of yours? Ed told me they're going to start giving out birth control to anybody that asks...with no parental consent." "I didn't hear that. There's a lot of false information right now. We're all just waiting for it to blow over." "Good goddamn luck. Be sure to thank your hero Clinton for this. Those little whores are going to be sucking at the taxpayer's teat for years." I'd once made the mistake of telling I was a Democrat and he was beside himself. I probably took five years off of his life that day. "I'll bet nobody is learning anything at that school right now." "It's just a distraction, but I just took a test in Physics and got an A." Lie. I actually got a C+, but wanted him to calm down a little. White lies are exactly that. They benefit all involved. "Well, good. I hope you get into M.I.T. and invent a ray gun that sterilizes kids by just aiming it at their crotches. Bring one to me." He was in rare form tonight. Still mad, but also exhausted. "To hell with it...tell your mother I'm not hungry and need to sleep." He loosened his tie and went upstairs. The energy in the room changed dramatically. Mom stepped back into the room. Our moods always brightened when he retreated to somewhere private to be alone with a bottle and his paperback thrillers. "I'll make BLTs for us. Want to come keep me company?" "Sure." "Your father is leaving town tomorrow and will gone for three days. I can make that spicy fried chicken we had on your birthday. Or we can go out to eat. We can go to the mall or a movie. Let's have a fun day. Just us. You will be leaving for college before we know it." "Sounds great. Can we do it tomorrow?" "Tomorrow's a Friday -- you have school." "Can you excuse me from classes...just this once?" I knew she would. My attendance had never been a problem. Ever. "OK. I'll tell them you're running a fever. Just fake it good enough at breakfast so that your father doesn't get mad. After he's gone, we don't have to worry until next week." She seemed to be happy to conspire with me. "Is this all because of the scandal?" "Yeah. It's a pain in the butt just listening to all the whispering. We can't even report it in the paper. Robbie wants me to draw an editorial cartoon that hints at it but is too subtle to get us in trouble. Tall order." "The things you kids have to deal with these days..." "It'll pass. Mom, were you happy when you got pregnant?" She paused while slicing a tomato. "Yes! Oh my, yes! I was a little scared too. We were both thrilled, and your dad was overjoyed when we found it I was carrying a boy." "Was it..." I couldn't ask my own mother she agreed with any of the theories Todd and I had pondered in the park. "I mean... WHY did it make you happy?" "I wanted to be a mother. We tried to have you for almost a year. I wanted a Spring birth, but embryo Joseph had his own schedule." I let the subject drop. We ate and talked about pleasant, mundane things. As I helped her clean up, she mentioned how tired she was. "Why don't you go to bed early?" "Oh I will...in the guest room. I don't want to deal with him until morning." She fried her hands and we left the kitchen. "Don't forget to act sick in the morning." "OK. Good night." It was only a little after 8 PM and I was all alone in the large house. It's funny how life-changing moments can start so small and so quiet. I wanted to call Todd and talk to him, hear his voice. I had no idea why...or did I? I waited until after 9:30 to sneak back downstairs and use the living room phone. I had a cell phone, but didn't want the number to appear on the bill my parents paid. Family Plan. "Hello?" "Todd?" "Yeah. Is this my anonymous source?" "Yep. Did I wake you?" "What? No. We just got back from dinner and were going to hit the bar for awhile. Want to join us?" "Yeah. I have to sneak out. You're at The Crescent?" "Uh huh. Room 301. See you in a few." Oh shit. Did I just set something in motion I'd regret? Probably. Too late now. I changed clothes and combed my hair. Aftershave? No. Not now. Not tonight. I wore a M.I.I. sweatshirt so I wouldn't need a jacket. I went quietly out the front door and had a smoke on the porch. My car was at the curb and it looked so innocent, with no idea where I was going. The Crescent was a nice place and there were so many news vans in the parking lot. The scandal had been good for our local economy. I think I saw a few famous reporters in the lobby, but they had all started looking the same lately. TV people all share a quality I couldn't identify. His room was right outside the elevator. I knocked and a well-built black man answered the door. "Are you Deep Throat?" "Uh..." "Just kidding. Come on in. Todd's getting all fixed up, and I can see why. You made an impression on him." He had a friendly smile. There was a fat gold ring in his right ear. This guy probably worked out constantly. "Hi. I'm...I'm Joe." "Yeah. I'll just call you Deep Throat. Help yourself to the mini-bar and I'll go check on Todd." I opened the fridge and picked out a tiny bottle of vodka. It probably cost nine bucks, but ABC was picking up the tab. Serves 'em right for ever airing "Full House". I could hear their voices from behind the bathroom door. I had a really good sense of hearing that might be genetic because everybody in our house kept the volume down on the TV, and radio. I seldom listened to anything with headphones because I was afraid to miss things happening around me. I heard snippets of conversation from the two men. They both had deep voices that were purposely trying to mute a little. The vodka was gone and I grabbed another. I figured ABC had to pay for "Family Matters" as well. Then they both entered the room. Here he is, Jim...looking all pretty for you!" Jim? It was probably good he didn't remember my real name. Todd looked different than he did in the park, younger. I stood up and said "hi". We didn't shake hands. "I guess you finished your homework already. Glad you could come over." Sit and we'll have a drink and talk. This is my lover, Jack. He's rude." "Hi again Todd. He wasn't rude at all." "You see? I told you I was nice to the little guy." I finished the second tiny bottle of vodka. It burned a little...I could see why people mixed it with juice and stuff." "Well, have another snoot and we'll go down to the bar. There's a bartender there that Jack is in love with." It was nice to see a couple kid with each other. My parents were always very cordial with one another...they were constantly trying to avoid confrontation and debate. Todd fetched me the last of the vodka. I thanked him and tried to make some meaningful eye contact. I maybe could have if I knew how to do such things. Jack on I sat in chairs while Todd sat on the edge of the bed and considered the laces on his boots. Jack seemed very interested in me. "You're 18, right? We could get in trouble for giving you liquor. I am so done with police. So done with judges and jail and shit." "I turned 18 three weeks ago. And I don't have school tomorrow...you news people have shut us down." "Jack's a chef...not a leech like me. But I bet you don't mind a three day weekend. I've got more of the story to share with you. Your tip about talking to that stoner crowd paid off big...I even got a quote from one of the fathers." "Cool. Happy to help. Was it that guy with the neck tattoo?" "I'll fill you in on everything later. It's time to move downstairs." He and Jack fussed with each other about who had a key card for the door. I wanted a cigarette. The bar was sparsely populated at that moment. Todd mentioned that the story had peaked already and about a third of the reporters had left. Finally. I was in a good mood despite the urgent need for nicotine. Jack made us sit in the area where he could scan the bar for an appearance by his crush. A chubby waitress with a Baltimore accent took our drink orders and didn't even ask for my I.D. Todd looked like a million dollars and I was suddenly feeling like a 13 yr. old girl. He'd be one of the teachers all the female students would flirt with. Jack wasn't so bad to look at either, but I didn't completely trust him. "You switched to beer, Deep Throat?" "Yeah. Why do you call me that?" "Wishful thinking on his part." Todd was giving him a displeased look. "Nah, man. It's from Watergate. You probably don't know about all that." I sort of did, but just the basics. "He's smart...top of the class.One of the pot heads told me might be valedictorian." "Doubt it. My friend Robbie is probably going to beat me out. What else did those tell you?" "So much. I'm gonna get a promotion after this. Go get us some shots, Jack. Maybe your bartender will be there." Jack got up and left. I lit a cigarette even though I wasn't entirely sure we were in the smoking section. "Spill it, Todd. I want to know what you found out." He helped himself to a cig from my pack. "What do you want to know, Joey? I described you and they all knew your name. I won't use it. One of the future dads is Ronnie and he told me that he and one of the pregnant ladies was who he dated off and on. One of his quotes was 'she can't hit me up for child support because I don't got nothing.' He said he liked a warm place to put his cock in." "Yeah. I remember him. I tutored him in basic algebra, but I might as well have tried to teach a squirrel to speak French." "They also told me you interviewed them about drug abuse last year." "Yep, but I was cool about it. My angle was that it wasn't really an 'abuse'. Some kids drink early in life and some prefer pot. It was just a vice, a coping mechanism for people dealing with high school hell." "That's good. You're like me...searching for an approach that's not obvious. But I haven't told you the really big news. Are you ready? There actually IS a a homeless guy in the park, and he really has fucked some of the girls. He's not black, though. Just a dark Mexican guy. AND he has AIDS! Can you believe that?!" "Wow." "Does AIDS scare you?" "Maybe. I don't think about it much." "Jack and I are both HIV+. We both agreed to wait until one of us started showing symptoms before going on meds. What are you thinking?" "Uh...I don't know. Why did you tell me all that?" "I thought I'd tell you everything in case we all had some fun tonight. Interested?" Yes. "Sure. Where's Jack with our shots?" Just I finished asking that question, a new waitress came up with a tray of shot classes and a fresh beer. "Your negro buddy sent this over. He's a talker, that one." I had no idea what the shots were. I just downed one and let the fire spread over me. It had taken me a while, but I was finally a rebellious teen. I thought of my dad in some different city, knowing nothing. "Here..have mine too. I want to write tonight. I have an exclusive interview with Miguel -- the homeless sperm donor." "Where are you meeting him?" "Here. I got him a room on the third floor. My video guy is on his way....might even join us tonight. He's gay too, but I don't know if he's poz or not." The story was turning inside out now. Mom was sleeping right now and Dad was probably drinking...with no clue what I was in the middle of. Jack finally returned to our table. "He's not working tonight, I guess. His name is Lloyd and engaged to get married. Idiot. It's still pretty early...why aren't we rowdy yet?" "God, you're such a frat boy. I was just telling him about my successful day." "Let's celebrate! We agreed to show you a good time tonight...NYC style." "I'm pretty buzzed, man.' "Buzzed isn't going to cut it, Deep Throat." Todd's cell rang. "It's the network. Hold on." He walked a few feet away and answered the call. I sat there with Jack. "You ever been fucked by a man?" "What? No! Never!" "Then how do you know you're gay? Gay guys fuck." He was definitely an asshole. "I just turned 18, okay. It's not like this place is full of gay bars and bath houses." "Yeah yeah. I lost my cherry when I was fifteen and I wasn't nearly as cute as you." "Did it hurt?" "Definitely. I almost destroyed the first ass I plowed...and I'm not all that endowed. Not like Todd. Dude's got a giant cock. The camera guy, Nate, is new to me. He might be hung for all I know." Todd finally returned. "They are so psyched that I have the homeless guy for an exclusive. They are going to love me. Oh look! There's Nate." He saw us and walked to the table. Tall and bearded with a lip piercing. Hot. I imagined each one of them naked. Reflex. "Damn, Todd. This is a nice hotel. You must be moving up. What's everybody drinking? I'll get a round." He didn't wait for an answer -- just headed for the bar. I wasn't so sure I could drink any more booze." I watched him walk. Nice butt. "The call was from Mr. Matthews. He wants me to get the culprit's face on camera. We might have to him stoned first." "How?" I'd never smoked weed in my life. I thought it would kill my drive. Robbie offered me some once, but I declined. "We didn't fly here. We drove. It's inside one of my bags. You can't be too careful in airports." Nate returned with four cocktails and passed them around. "Is this kid even old enough to be here?" "Yeah. He's legal, Nate. Sit down." Jack said something about wishing there was music playing. "We're not at a club, you big queen. Be cool." "Why? You two are gonna talk shop and just leave me and Deep Throat just sitting here. Not that I mind." "'Deep Throat'? Wow...I'm late to the party." "He's a student at Conception High School. He's been a big help. You know better than to listen to anything Jack says. I haven't see Miguel since he checked in. He's probably just happy to have a shower and a bed. Let's get there before 10:30. I'm gonna offer him a little smoke-able truth serum. See how that goes." Jack and I continued to drink as Todd studied his phone and Nate went back to his room to get the camera. They went off to a separate table to plan the shoot and conspire. As much as I liked him, this guy had a story to get and a career to boost. "I'm used to this. What do you of Nate? He's not a bad guy." "I like the beard." Bearded men are almost always attractive to me. There must have been a movie or TV show as a kid that planted that particular fetish in my brain. Way back when there was just a trace of testosterone seeping into my system. "Todd had a mustache when we first met. I can take facial hair or leave it. We bonded over weed and kink." "Kink?" You'll find out later. We got left on prom night. Are you pissed off?" No. Maybe a little. I don't know." "Let's leave them to their work shit. We can raid the mini-bar and watch HBO or something." I finished my drink and stood up. I maybe shouldn't have come here. I bumped my shoulder on the door frame on our way out. "Ow!" "Dang, boy...You a lightweight. Need help?" "No no. I'm fine. That was embarrassing, though." as the elevator went up, Jack touched by butt. We passed the third floor where the breaking story was going down. "I been wearing these clothes all day...mind if I change?" I shook my head as we entered the room. "The remote is on top of that desk. Find something smutty on cable." He went to the bathroom and closed the door. OK. I found an imported beer in the fridge and cracked it open. He was running the shower in there. Or maybe it was the sink. I found "American Gigolo" which I think I saw once. You can see Richard Gere's limp dick in this. HBO was showing something about a handicapped kid. Jack walked out of the bathroom, wearing just a white robe. "Sorry to keep you waiting. I needed to freshen up my stuff a little." "It's OK. There's not a plethora of smut on TV tonight." "Richard Gere. I saw him in person once...wearing a fur coat and looking like a wealthy queen. Doesn't do much for me." "I like this movie only because they play a Blondie Song. Good group." "I met Debby Harry at an AIDS charity thing. Bitch is in her late 50's now. But way cool. And short." New York must be a magical place. "I...I can try to find another movie." "Never mind. Go get me something from the mini-bar. You decide what." He had loosened his robe a little. I chose a little bottle of gin. He seemed like a guy who liked gin. "Good man. Drink your beer and let me ask you some stuff." I had a surprise boner that was testing the fly of my jeans. "This one's almost empty. I'll get another." I did and kicked off my shoes, and joined him on the bed. His dick was so close to being exposed. So close. "Settle back. What's going through your mind right now?" "Not much. What did you want to ask me?" "You a virgin, right? Todd assumed you were." Shit. I thought he'd start with questions about my hobbies or something. "Yes. I am. I probably will be for a few more years." "I doubt that. You ever think about black men...you ever been kissed by one? Think you'd like that?" "Well...I probably would like that, Jack. " I could have waited for him to make the move, but I just leaned over and put a big kiss on his fat, fleshy lips. It was electric for me. We stayed in a sloppy lip lock for over a minute. Our faces were covered with warm saliva. I almost had an orgasm right then. "OK then! Nice. Take your clothes off, baby." Let me look at you." I did just that as he slipped the robe off. I was down to my socks as I saw his healthy hard-on stick straight into the air. I took one last glug from the beer and jumped back in the bed next to him. His arms were huge and muscular. I kissed his biceps and shoulders. "You are beautiful, Jack." "I know. I work on this body so I can keep my Sugar Daddy. Todd's OK, but we are not meant to be. Want me to show you some things?" "YES!" "Good answer. Suck on this cock for a while." It was so perfect...I swear it could be in an art museum. I licked it up and down and tasted soap. The head was the color of a bruise and a tiny teardrop of clear fluid was leaking from the piss hole. I took the whole thing in my mouth and tried to move down the shaft. 'Try' being the key word. Turns out my gag reflex was untested and fighting my desires. "Slow down. I guess your throat ain't all that deep after all. Take your time." I felt so greedy. I wanted his fat, brown shaft to fill my throat. I needed air so I pulled away and gasped for oxygen. "I'm new at this. But thanks for letting me do that, Jack." "OK. My turn to do something for you. Lie back. I lied there completely naked as his dark, muscular body covered mine. It was like a hot, porn fever dream. He moved down and spread my legs. He was tonguing my ass while jacking my dick. Wow. I was excited, scared and lost in pleasure. I'd never felt anything like that...hadn't even imagined it. Was this really happening?? He used his strength to just flip me on my stomach. He continued rimming me until I thought I couldn't it any longer. "You like that, Jim?" "God yes! Can I do that to you too?" "Later. I got to fuck that little bubble butt now. Let's try it with no condom on at first. You agree to that?" Did I? Yes. "This is going to hurt, isn't it?" He didn't answer because he was too busy rooting through his duffel bag. Maybe he was going to put on a rubber after all. Nope. He was greasing his fat dick with some lube I never caught a glimpse of. He worked a few oily fingers into my hole. "You're tight as hell, but pretty relaxed from my tongue.This probably won't hurt too much. Just relax and be patient...it'll feel so good eventually. " He lowered his body down and prodded my ass with that cock of his. Exciting! I tried to open my whole body to the experience. He jabbed my hole and I thought I'd die. Damn! "Ow! No, Jack. Let's stop for a second." My forehead was covered with sweat. "Relax. Open up for me as best you can." He had no intention of pulling out, and kept moving in. And then SLAM! Jack was all the way inside me. His hairy pubes were soft on my butt cheeks. "Shh. You're about to feel really good." He was right. My body had recovered from the stab of pain...and gave over to the delights of being fucked. He went at even pace and his hot breath warmed the back of my neck. He was an expert at this...he knew all the buttons to push and all the switches to flip. I shuddered as if I was cold. I came all over the bed. His dick must have enjoyed my shuddering and clenching because he was moaning and pumping even faster. I understood why couples videotaped themselves having sex...I so badly wanted to see his super muscular butt bucking up and down on top of me. I had just come, but my dick was getting hard again. As my mind was traveling the stars above, he said "Shit! It's all yours now, baby." His seed was a part of my future. This was the feeling so many people craved -- a mixture of pleasure, surrender and the feeling that your life was different now. "Wow. You're amazing, Jack. I mean...wow." We each composed ourselves a little. "You OK? Need the bathroom?" "Maybe. Yeah. I'll be right back." I was fine, but I needed a little time alone to process everything. The soreness down there was bearable and also pleasant in a weird way. I guess it was good that it was done, and there's no way I could make a different choice. There was another white robe on a hook in the bathroom. I put it on. I needed a cigarette, but I'm pretty sure this was a non-smoking room. "Everything okay? I got you another beer." I put my clothes back on. "You leaving already? I feel so cheap!" He was chuckling at his own joke. "I just need a smoke. Be right back." The elevator stopped on the way down and Nate stepped in carrying an impressive video camera. "You're going home? It's not even 1 yet." "Nah. I need a cigarette." "Cool...can I join you?" We stepped outside the hotel and stood near a big standing ashtray filled with clean white sand. "How'd the interview go?" "Oh man! We got some great stuff. This guy finally decided that he didn't want his face shown, and I don't blame him. He'd be hunted down and killed. Dude is dumb as hell, but he at least knew that much. Hell...I better go edit all this stuff now. Be cool and drive safe." The word 'safe' seemed kind of ridiculous now. A few minutes later I went back through the lobby and ran into Todd. "Well..what have we got here?" He had a devilish smile. "Oh. I uh..." "I went back to the room and the whole place smelled like sex. It's okay. I'm not mad at either of you...just wish I would have been your first. How does it feel?" "Fine. Good, actually." "Let's go somewhere. I found a little secret place on my way to Miguel's room." The place he found was a small utility room on the third floor. "It's not exactly very clean or comfortable here, but there's a lock on the door." I knew where this was going. So be it. "Can you handle another dick in you so soon? This dick right here?" He'd fished his meat out through the zipper. It was bigger than Jack's, but not as pretty. It was so heavily-veined that it looked as if earthworms were climbing up from the base. "Yeah. It's an interesting dick you got there, Todd." "Why not get a closer look?" I was down on my knees so fast. I guess I could have played along and pretended to study it, but the time for coy games had long since passed. I started kissing and licking it. It didn't get any prettier as it became fully hard. "That's it. Yeah. Take that cock, kid." He grabbed the back of my head and humped my face. His technique wasn't as smooth as his lover's. I didn't mind. I'd already discovered the joys of submitting to a man's dick. Giving myself away.... He bent me over a large cardboard box full of something solid and heavy, and pulled down my pants. This was decidedly less sexy than being in a bed. He probed my ass with two fingers. "Damn. You're still lubed up. Jack's pretty good at that. Let me fuck his load deeper into you and add my own. Want that, Joey? Of course you do. Lower yourself down just a bit...like you're about to kneel down and pray. Stick your ass a little. Like that. Yeah." And then there was that familiar feeling of his cock head prodding my hole. There was nothing smooth or seductive about his approach to this. He just kept pushing and trying to get inside. It occurred to me that it was part of my punishment for not letting him fuck me first...or for having sex with his boyfriend. I just knew he was making me pay. Or maybe he thought it's what I wanted. I yelped once. He hit a spot up in me that Jack didn't or couldn't reach. Todd was crazy with angry lust and just kept thrusting like I was a blow-up doll or something. I wasn't really enjoying this physically. Mentally, however, it was exciting to imagine two different strains of HIV entering my bloodstream. It would go through my brain and heart and do its thing. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the bug, the sex bug. "Gonna come in you now!" He grabbed my shoulders and made one final thrust. "Oh FUCK!" It was over. He pulled out of me and zipped his fly. "Wow. I'll remember that forever, Todd." "You have no idea. Sorry I was a little impatient...I just wanted to breed you so bad. Let's decide now that Jack's cum wasn't enough to impregnate you, but my potent sperm hit the bull's eye. Keep thinking that. I will." "Yeah. I like that idea." "I think I've got another special surprise lined up for you. A gift. Stay here a minute and I'll be right back." He left and closed the door behind him. I pulled my pants up and tried to look normal. The room was weird and I looked around for something, anything to occupy myself with. An ice cold beer would have been nice. Maybe Todd wasn't coming back. "OK." He came back in to our secret room. "Think you can handle another load? Miguel wants a blow job, and neither Nate or I would do it. Ethics and all. But I just told him about you and he liked the idea...especially because you're young and don't have any facial hair. He's a little sleazy, but all cleaned up. You need to taste the same cum that knocked-up some of your schoolmates. You game?" "Why not? I'm a professional slut now." "Good. He's in room # 312 and the door is wedged open a little. Just go in there and say 'Hi'. He'll tell you what to do. I don't think he wants to fuck your ass, though. Seed is seed, ya know? Jack and I have a poz friend who claims he's only ever sucked dick in his life. Maybe bite your tongue or something. Oh wait. Never mind." He kissed me deeply, passionately. The he bit my lower lip and sucked on my tongue fiercely. It was so hot until he clamped his teeth down on the tip.YOW! I knew what he was doing. My mouth was prepped for yet another toxic load. "Thanks, man. I think I'm ready now." "Almost." He stuck two hairy fingers between my lips and drug his nails across my gums and the insides of my cheeks. "Now you're ready. Room 312...just go on in. He's expecting you. I'll be here a few more days. Call again. Here's my business card. Keep in touch, please." I nodded and left. The hallway was silent. I made a mental note of the pattern on the carpet and the way the sconces made little pools of amber light. If only the room was further away. It was right there...a little sliver of TV light was creeping out of the crack in the door. OK. It was time. I knocked softly and went inside. "Miguel? Hi. I'm Jim." He was completely naked and lying on top of the bed. Flat on his back. You can't control the first thing people notice about you. I noticed what a sweet, delicate shade of pink the soles of his feet were. The rest of him was dark brown and hairy. His hair was longish and his beard was so thick and full. His eyes were dark, glistening. "Jim? OK. You like to suck the dick, yes? And you go to the school where some of my girls go?" "Yes. I've been wanting to meet you." "That's good. Get us some tequila from that ice box. TV is paying for it." I did what he requested. Never tasted tequila that I can remember. I handed him the little bottle and opened my own. It stung the little wounds Todd had made in my mouth. "So you live in the park?" "Not now. I'm living here as long as they let me. And then...and then I will go South. I got some cousins in Tupelo, Alabama. Shame to leave this place though, cuz there is so much willing pussy here. And I always need to fuck." He was stroking his nice slab of dark meat. "I'm sort of famous too. I should write a book, but my English is not so well." "I can help you. I'm a writer...or I want to be." "Good. Leave your phone and address with me. Can't use my real name." "Oh I know. I just want to be a part of your story and have you be a part of mine." "Yes. Good. Go bring us more booze. I don't care what." I brought back six or seven mini bottles and bravely lied down next to him. "You are very handsome. Your babies will be so cute. I know some of the mamas." " I always wanted a family...not this way, but there are not many ways for a guy like me. Especially now that there is a sickness in my balls." His dick was rock hard and sticking straight up. It was even darker than Jack's. Almost completely black. "You think this is handsome also?" He flashed a grin. I understood how so many girls had submitted to him and taken his seed. "Let's drink a little more and then you put your mouth there. We watched TV and glugged down the liquor. It was some MTV series with beautiful, young people staying at a beach house. It was practically porn, but everybody's clothes were on. Boring. I just looked at him jerking off that big cock. "What would you like to be in the book?" "Really? You really going to write it? Give me money when it sells?" "I promise. I'll give you half." "You are so good. I'm sorry but I won't fuck you in the culo . I don't never do that." "It's cool, Miguel. I'll do whatever you want. You set the limits." "Yes. You know what I won't do now...do some of your gay stuff. Want to lick my asshole?" "Yes. I do." "Just do what you want." I leaned over and kissed his hot, hard dick. He sighed loudly. I'd already sucked two dicks in the last three hours...I had a knack for it now. I knew my gag reflex had to be conquered. I amazed him (and myself) by taking the whole dick in my mouth. It was in my throat, hitting spots I didn't know about. If he shot his load now, it would fill my lungs. So be it. He was so verbal. "Fuck! I never want you to stop! Tomar mi semen! Swallow now! Mierda!!!" He let a long rope of cum shoot into my mouth. I made a point of swishing the fluid around over my gums. It was strong-tasting, salty and thick. No wonder he impregnated so many wombs. He lifted his softening cock out of my mouth and the last drops of hot semen soaked his pubes. It was completely white with tiny swimmers. Fertile man. He was sleepy, and I left. I thought about everything. My state of mind was of no importance. I had to go home and sneak back into my room. No time for regrets or sadness. Or anger. All those emotions were useless. I felt some blood in my underwear. I was leaking. Mom and I spent Friday together as my ass continued to drip. We'd see heavily-pregnant women walking around in the mall, and I knew something about them and also about me. We all got seeded because we caved in. We all shared a secret willingness to let a dick change our lives. (to be continued)

THE CORRUPTION CONTINUES CHAPTER ONE After the scene at the bistro, Pat’s relationship with his bitch wife was officially over. In an effort to end things quickly, he actually convinced the cunt to take the house (including the majority of the contents) and her shiny sports car as her settlement. No alimony to hold over his head for years to come, just a clean break. And trust me, she’s the kind of parasite who would milk him for alimony until the day he died. Pat continued to stay at the cheap motel he’d been checked into the night he came to me, even though we spent most of our free time together now. He blocked out all of his buddies who tried calling him to ask him, “What the fuck?” when they heard about his divorce. Not to mention the fact that his skank ex-wife felt no shame in spreading the word that he was a faggot now. Little did she know how bad that made her look. She could have had the sexiest man in town all her own, but she couldn’t keep him happy. In fact, I made sure that word spread that she practically pushed him into my arms. And bed. It took so little effort to let everyone know that she was a shrill, frigid, caustic shrew who knew less about pleasing a man than the butchest of diesel dykes. The other reason Pat insisted on keeping the motel room long-term is because he liked the seedy nature of it. We fucked there often, making sure that people walking past or in nearby rooms could hear two guys fucking like animals. He had gone from ‘so naive’ to ‘such a pig’, it made my head spin. And my heart flutter. Despite the motel room, he basically lived with me. All of his clothes were at my place. That’s really all he took away from his marriage. That and his truck. And all of his tools. He was a man who works with his hands and needs his tools to work. He didn’t want anything else from the house. His clothes, his truck, his tools, and his dignity. What more does a horny single hunk need? With no bickering, his divorce was final after a month. After that everything changed. Pat had really gotten to love having a pig at his disposal. I literally sucked his dick anywhere he wanted, and bent over for a fuck anywhere he needed. Basically any time we were in his truck, I was leaning over and sucking him off or slathering his balls. We fucked beside his truck in a packed parking lot, and only one guy walked past us and grunted, “Faggots” at us. He was smiling, though, so he wasn’t going to cause us any problems. He fucked me in public bathrooms, clothing store change rooms, adult book stores and bath houses, cruising parks. Anywhere and everywhere. I was a slut in HEAVEN. But with the finalization of his divorce, Pat took a turn for the darker. He had started paying more attention to the guys around us while we were pigging out. Mostly at the bath houses and book stores, he started to notice some of the men who he hadn’t seen fuck me yet. Well, actually, we’d been fucking so much that he hadn’t told me to take any other cocks since those first couple of meetings. Since we were more ‘together’ it’s just been us. Until he started looking around at other guys who seemed to want in on the action. The sick looking guys. Skinny, wasting, gaunt, with KS lesions. He started asking me questions about them one night as we lay in bed after a particularly satisfying fuck session. “They have AIDS, don’t they?” he asked me, his arms around me, holding me tight to his body while we spooned. “I’m sure some of them do,” I sighed. “Does it ever worry you? You’ve let me encourage you to take loads from a few strangers and I never once thought about what it could be doing to you.” We had already discussed we were both negative shortly after our first fuck session, so he had an idea of what we might be getting into. Although his concern was seriously sweet, it was also getting me royally horny again, and I couldn’t help but shove my ass back towards his cock, which I found, had begun to fill out once again while we talked. “I lived too much of my life worried about the consequences. And I never had any fun,” I told him. “That’s why I started going to the book stores and being a slut. I know enough to know that it isn’t a death sentence, and the guys I know who are infected fuck like you wouldn’t believe. I always felt like I was missing out.” “But those guys who are sick . . . they could die, right? So it still could be a death sentence,” he pointed out. “Yeah, but some men who have full-blown AIDS have let themselves get to that point. They love having the virus so powerful in their systems. It’s a high for a lot of guys.” I continued to rub my ass on his now-hard cock, hoping he’d take the hint. Pat reached around and grabbed hold of my own rock-hard throbbing dick, and he laughed. “Fuck, feels like you might love it, too. Are you seriously this turned on because we’re talking about AIDS?” “I guess I am,” I replied, reaching back and lining him up with my already-cum-sloppy hole until he started to sink back into me. I was surprised to feel Pat get even bigger and harder inside of me, and he growled sexily in my ear as he began to ram me harder from behind. Normally getting fucked on my side wasn’t my favorite position, but this was feeling damn good to me. Intimate. “Uh! It -feels like -uh! like you -uh! enjoy it too!” I managed to grunt out between his urgent thrusts. Pat’s grip around me got much tighter, as if he was trying to possess me, get as deep as he could into my greedy pig hole. “Fucking right,” he grunted. “Let’s do it.” “Do what?” I asked. I knew the answer, but I really wanted to hear him say the words. “Get AIDS. Ah, fuck, I’m gonna cum!” he roared, squeezing me to him as his balls drained their payload into me. After we came back down and got our breathing under control, I rolled over so we were face to face, kissed him, and then just stared into his beautiful eyes. Pat reached up and caressed the side of my face and smiled at me. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” “Get infected, you mean?” I asked, to which he nodded. “I always expected it to happen sooner or later, so I’m fine with it. I just wasn’t sure if it was something you would be okay with.” “It scares the fuck out of me, I’m not gonna lie. But....” He stopped and looked down towards his crotch and then back up at me and grinned. “I think that says it all.” I glanced down. His cock as throbbing hard once again. Clearly he liked the idea as much as I. “Okay, then. Looks like we have a consensus,” I laughed.

Do any bottoms here have sex urges and fantasies so strong and twisted that you're unable to find a like-minded top both in real life and online? It feels like I'm too extreme for even the "tops" in the taboo/kink forum asking for messengers. I could just hook up with random tops but I want some sort of a connection.

Notwithstanding my best intentions, a kind of madness comes over me every few weeks, when all I want to do is take as much cum in my ass as I can. And I’m not particular about from whom. There is a sauna I usually visit which has two floors and a basement which is reached via a short corridor and a flight of steps down to a dark doorway. The basement is pitch black, steamy and smelly from body odours. You can’t see anyone inside, but I have watched the men coming and going and I know they are the old, the trolls and the skinny sleazy guys no-one would play with in the light of the main floors. Consequently, the sex is completely unsafe – no condoms are used or offered – as these men are infected already or just don’t care. I stripped and made my way down the corridor and down the stairs. My heart began to pound, not only with fear and excitement but the strong smell of poppers in the fetid air. I moved into the darkness, sensing and feeling sweating naked bodies crushed in the confined space around me. Reaching out, I felt the chains of the sling hanging in the centre of the room. I turned and lowered myself onto the seat, shuddering with disgust at the sliminess on my bare skin from spunk and lube dripping over the leather. Immediately, calloused hands grabbed my ankles, lifting my legs and pushing stirrups over my feet. I lay there with my legs wide and asshole exposed, like a fly in a web and waited, only able to see vague pale shape looming around me. A finger probed my hole, sliding into the lube I had applied in the changing room. I heard a low chuckle and other hands pinched my nipples as a warm wet mouth engulfed my swollen cock. I groaned, unable to resist, feeling and embracing the degradation as I offered myself to the darkness. A man loomed between my legs, flabby body like a white slug and lank black hair over his sweating brow. He was fumbling below his belly as he got into position, and then I felt his cock sliding into me. I gasped at the thickness of it, feeling the veins along the shaft as it slid up me until his cold, clammy belly lay on my cock and the sling began to sway and creak as he fucked me. The noise attracted a crowd and the urged him on as he rode me towards a climax. I gasped with pleasure as his cock slid deliciously in and out, and sweat dripped from his face on to mine. Then he gave a grunt and pushed deep into me as his cock throbbed and spurted into my guts. After a moment, he pushed off me and his cock slid out followed by a gush of sperm. There was a scramble and a mouth clamped over my hole, lapping up the sperm leaking from my body. Then another man was between my legs. I could see he was old and skinny with thick rings hanging from his sagging tits. His face was hollow, but his eyes pierced into mine. We connected at that fundamental level which all pigs understand, and, giving me a toothless grin, his long, mushroom headed cock found my hole and slid up into my hole. I could do nothing but reach around and embrace his bony back and wait for him to breed me….

Over the last few years I've rarely hooked up with guys who would breed me. Have always been really careful because I'm neg. But the last 2-3 months I've been hooking up with 2 regular tops (one who says he is Neg, another undetectable) along with a straight guy who loves unloading on my face, totally anonymous. There have been a few nights where I went from getting bred by one top straight over to the other top who would breed me 1-2 times. I've been getting totally hooked on taking loads, cum running down my ass, over my balls. Now about a week and a half ago I came down with the flu, and I normally don't get sick. Not sure if it was the fuck flu because at least 2 people at work (in a small office) also came down with the flu. So while I'm getting tested next tuesday, I know it could be early to see if I'm Poz. In a way I would be excited if I were Poz, then I could attend Cumunion and other parties here with no more worries. Downside, I have no healthcare drug coverage so getting HIV meds would be near impossible for me, just simply can't afford it. We shall see what the next few weeks holds in store for me.

There is one young guy who always insists on flipping and he is really terrible at topping. Maybe it's because I don't like to bottom and can't enjoy it unless the guy knows what the fuck he's doing.

Hi, Rawladz! Yesterday, as usual, I had a lot of bareback fun at Steamworks Toronto on a regular Friday night. I got a room for eight hours (9 PM-5 AM), although I was there for only (about) six hours. Within the first hour I ran into a lovely younger (30-ish) Latino who said he was a bit drunk. Did I mind? Hell, no. We locked eyes and lips in the glory hole area. He grabbed my hand and we headed back to his room. Fortunately I had douched, so I was ready for him to slip his big thick dick, (oh the pain, then bliss), into my ass and pound away for about two minutes before announcing "I'm cumming. Where do you want it?" "Right there in my ass," I answered without hesitation. I could feel his cum gushing forth. SCORE. I had wanted to be fucked for a long while and now had gotten my wish. Throughout the night I sucked, fucked and rimmed several guys. Just before I left, I circled the front glory hole area. A young boy cunt wanted to be filled. So I entered him, fucked and blew three loads from me. Then I took my cummy dick and plunged in to fuck his boy cunt two more times. What a lovely way to end my night at Steamworks. He kissed and thanked me. I showered, put my clothes on, and left for a good night's sleep with the widest of grins.

I love this sequel, but I’m also hoping that ShortStop91 comes down with the flu soon.

Preparing tonights park excursion: posting the signs 'Enter AYOR'

I don't get off to younger guys fucking older guys. I like it the other way around. But there are tons of older guys who like to dress up and have a young top mount them.

Always fuck raw. Have used a condom occasionally, if bottom really wants, and I really want to fuck him. Try, at least to feed him the contents of the condom, after the fuck.

As a top I love watching my fresh load drip out of a nicely fucked hole....I usually end up fucking it back in anyways, so we both get what we want

Part 7 - Cat’s out of the bag Joe’s jaw dropped and eyes went wide. He was stunned. Finally he said “You’re poz? Why didn’t you tell me?” Mark laughed, “I just told you I was gay yesterday. We really didn’t get any farther than coming out to each other and its not something you tell someone right away.” After a pause Joe asked “So did you just fuck me last night or did you cum in me?” “Oh you got a big load deep inside” Mark answered. Joe started to get excited and said “Fuck yeah. You really think you did it? Pozzed me up? Oh fuck that would be so hot having my brother be the one that charges me up and makes me into a poz pig.” Mark felt his cock twitch and start to stiffen and said “Maybe. You wouldn’t be the first guy I fucked once and they converted.” Joe kept getting more excited and said “Who said anything about once. I want you to fuckin’ breed my ass every hour ’til you have to go home.” Mark and Kyle both laughed. “I want you to fuck me right now and see if I can remember which cock you were,” Joe said as he pulled his tank top off and dropped his gym shorts. Picking them up he headed for the hallway and said “Come on, let’s go.” Kyle got up and followed Joe. Mark gave a grin and finally got up and followed the two to the second bedroom. Joe opened the door and went in and Kyle and Mark followed. Mark was amazed at what he saw. The room was divided in two with a sling on a stand on one side and a rubber lined floor area on the other with an inflatable mattress on it. Across from the sling was a St. Andrews cross attached to the wall. The closet doors were off with bookshelves in the closet lined with various toys. “Damn!” Mark exclaimed. “You dirty little perv. Bet this is lots of fun.” “Yeah, we have a lot of fun in here” said Kyle as he was rubbing his cock through his shorts. Joe was digging through a box and pulled out a leather harness and slipped it on. As he snapped the last strap, Mark saw two biohazard symbols, one on each of the top straps. The grin on Joe’s face was huge and he hopped in the sling and wiggled into position and put his feet into the straps. “Get out of those clothes and let’s fuck! I need more of that dirty seed inside me” Joe commanded. Kyle quickly shed his clothes and grabbed the lube. Mark looked around for a blindfold. Not finding one he grabbed Kyles t-shirt and walked up to Joe and wrapped it around his head. Once Joe couldn’t see, Mark spotted some cuffs and a couple carabiners and locked Joes hands on to the chains of the sling. Kyle was grinning at Mark’s prep work and handed him a real blindfold from a box. Mark bent over Joe and swapped the t-shirt for the blindfold over Joe's eyes. Now that Joe was ready, Mark stripped and stroked his half hard cock the rest of the way. Kyle’s cock was already stiff. Mark whispered a few words to Kyle and walked up to Joe and caressed his hole with lube. Adding a bit more lube he pushed his finger into Joe’s hungry hole and felt it clamp down on his finger. He stuffed two fingers into Joe’s pussy and twisted them around. Backing away he said “Joe you are going to get two cocks in you. You need to tell me which one fucked you in the club last night. If you’re right I will keep breeding you until I leave, almost surely pozzing you up. Get it wrong and I won’t fuck you again.” Mark pushed Kyle towards Joe and Kyle pushed his lubed cock into Joe’s hole slowly. He thrust in a few times leaving some neg precum deep inside his boyfriend and pulled out. Mark was tempted to push Kyle back to fuck Joe a second time and try and trick him, but he really wanted to fuck his brother again. So he approached Joe and unlike his normal penetration where he would play with his PA on the guys hole before going in, he just went for it. Slowly he slid his cock into Joe’s hole, pausing only a moment after the head was inside Joe’s first ring. Joe gasped and let out an “OH FUCK!” Then Mark took a few more thrusts getting deeper each time. On the fourth thrust he pushed in all the way and pulled out. Standing back next to Kyle, Mark asked “Was it number one or number two?” Joe was quick to answer “Fuck, it was number two. That fuckin’ cock tore me up last night.” Kyle said “I know, bro, it feels great doesn’t it?” Joe responded with a quizzical “Huh?” before continuing “I couldn’t take the next cock after it and had to get up. Some of the guys were pissed they didn’t get a chance to fuck me. And what the fuck are you talking about Kyle?” Mark and Kyle laughed and Mark explained “The hookup I had yesterday before meeting you after class turned out to be Kyle. I gave him a quick pump and dump downstairs. You should have seen our faces when I came to see you and he opened the door and I found out who I bred.” “So I was right, huh?” said Joe. “Mmmhmm” Mark replied. “Then get that hole wrecker over here and knock me up!” Mark grabbed his underwear and a bottle of poppers, pouring a little onto a corner of the shorts. He then walked over and held the bottle under Joe’s nostril, closing the other one. “Breathe.” Joe took a big hit. “Again.” Joe complied. “Open your mouth," upon which Mark stuffed his underwear into Joe's mouth, leaving the popper soaked section just under his nose. Standing between Joe’s legs he reached over Joe, his cock pushing between Joe’s ass cheeks, and removed the blindfold. Tossing it to the floor, he leaned back and played with Joe’s hole. “You don’t get any more lube - its dry or cum for lube from now on” Mark stated. He grabbed the lower straps on the harness and tugged, slamming his cock deep into his brother’s hole. Joe’s hole clamped down tight around Mark’s shaft as Joe let out a muffled scream. “Yeah, is that what you crave Joe? A toxic cock slamming in and ripping your cunt apart so my seed can infect you and make you into just another poz casualty?” He pulled all the way out and slammed back in. Joe screamed again and Mark could see the sweat start to pour out of his body. “Breathe” and Joe did. Mark looked in his brother’s eyes and saw him begging for more. 'He’s gonna be one toxic fucker soon' Mark thought. Mark pulled back with just the head inside Joe’s hole before he pounded the hole with five or six hard thrusts each time watching the sling pull his brother off until Mark tugged back on the chains. Mark pulled Joe tight against him, his cock deep inside and leaned forward. With his head close to Joe’s face he said “Two things I expect of guys I charge up - no meds for at least a year and you gotta share your new gift. You good with that?” Joe nodded in agreement. “Good.” Mark smiled and leaned back. He started drilling Joe’s ass letting the sling do most of the work with the occasional hard slam into his brother’s hole. He looked down and saw Joe’s swollen ring around his cock. He pulled out and saw a gaping hole and streaks of blood on his cock. Shoving his cock back in he started to pound harder and faster. His cock kept nudging the second ring and each time Joe would squirm and yell out into his gagged mouth. He continued to fuck until his balls started to churn and his cock begin to swell, Mark started to grunt. Kyle stood at the side watching his boyfriend get pummeled even harder than Mark had fucked him the day before and stroked his cock in unison with Mark’s thrusts. Finally Mark shoved in hard, his piercing driving through Joe’s second ring and holding Joe tight as volley after volley of Mark’s poison pumped into Joe’s ravaged chute. The orgasm was one of the biggest Mark could remember - almost s big as the first toxic one he had given Eric a few weeks earlier. He bucked his hips a few more times and fell on top of Joe’s chest, his cock still deep inside his brother. When his breathing slowed back to normal and his cock started to soften, Mark stood up and pulled his cock out slowly, catching any cum that escaped. He left Joe in the sling and pulled his underwear from Joe’s mouth. Joe was gasping. “Thanks, bro” was all he could say between gulps of air. Mark moved back and leaned against the wall, his sweat gluing him to it. He too was gasping. He looked down and his cum and blood covered cock just hung there throbbing. Kyle moved over and dropped to his knees and began licking Mark’s shaft up and down. Any place that Kyle could find cum he licked and sucked it off. A few minutes passed and Kyle was on his knees looking up at him like a puppy. Mark grabbed Kyle’s arm and pulled him up and pushing towards Joe. “Fuck him and breed him. Use my charged cum as lube” Mark said to Kyle. “Yes, Sir,” Kyle responded, sliding his hard cock into his boyfriend and started to fuck him. He knew he wouldn’t last long since he had been edging while Mark had fucked Joe. “Slower, make it last. Let your cock soak in my load” and Kyle slowed down as he was told. Suddenly Kyle felt a finger spreading his ass apart and rubbing his hole. The finger went away and came back with a little bit of lube and pressed into his hole. Joe was swinging back and forth in the sling, bouncing off Kyle’s body. He felt Mark spread his feet wider and move up behind him. Due to the height difference, Mark was squatting down. Mark ran his cock up and down Kyle’s crack. Kyle knew what was about to happen and wasn’t sure if he was scared or excited. He didn’t have to think long when Mark shoved his cock into Kyle’s hole. “You wanted to do it again, you got your wish” Mark whispered in his ear. Mark started to thrust into Kyle just as Joe was bottoming out on Kyle's cock, pushing Joe away. It took a few tries to get the timing right, but they did and Mark was tearing into Kyle just like the day before. Mark couldn’t last long like this and his balls quickly readied their poison. He grabbed Kyle from behind and drove his cock into him as hard as he could and unloaded five spurts of virus laden seed into Kyle. As soon as Kyle felt Mark shoot he started to unload inside Joe. Kyle’s orgasm milked a few extra spurts out of Mark. As the orgasms faded they both looked at Joe who had a big smile on his face which was covered in his own cum. Mark pulled out of Kyle and Kyle pulled out of Joe. All three were drenched in sweat. Mark undid Joe’s cuffs and helped him out of the sling. Kyle was rummaging through a box and pulled out two butt plugs and handed the bigger one to Joe. Kyle spit on his and bent over and pushed it in. Joe just bent over and used the cum dripping out of his hole to help it slide in. The three went into the living room and Kyle threw down a blanket. They all laid down on the blanket, spooning each other with Joe in the middle and his brother behind him. Soon, they were all asleep. Mark woke up and went into the bathroom. He climbed into the shower and turned it on. Letting the hot water spray over his body he pissed down the drain. As he started to soap his body up, the curtain opened and Joe stepped in. Joe hugged his brother tight and looked up at him with a smile. Grabbing the soap from Mark he started to wash his brother, covering every inch of his body. His hands roamed over Mark’s body and his eyes were not behind. Joe examined the tattoos and then kneeled down and looked at the piercing. He played with it with his fingers and watched it rotate in Mark’s cockhead. As he finished washing and Mark rinsed off, Mark took the soap back and started to wash his little brother’s body. When he got down to Joe’s butt, he bent Joe over and pulled the plug out of his ass. Some pink slime oozed out of Joe’s hole and down his leg soon to be washed away. Mark said “Good. A lot of the cum has already been absorbed into your system.” They finished their shower and dried off, walking back to the living room naked to see Kyle still sleeping. Mark and Joe smoked some pot and talked a lot, mostly about how Mark got pozzed and the people he has infected since. Joe wanted to hear about each guy’s pozzing and how many times he fucked them and how long it took before they got sick. Mark told Joe about Eric and that he had been breeding Eric for a couple weeks now, but he hadn’t gotten sick yet and warned Joe that not everyone gets noticeably sick when they convert. Joe then started asking about the tattoos. Mark explained what they meant to him and how they got done. At one point Joe went to the bedroom and came back with some drawings and handed them to Mark. “This is what I want for my first one” Joe stated. Mark looked over the drawings which were pretty detailed, and asked “Did you draw these? You’ve been thinking about this for a while, huh?” “Yeah I did. I’ve been thinking about it for a couple years. I didn’t know you had tats until you showed up yesterday. I just can’t afford it until I graduate and get a real job” explained Joe. “Well, these are pretty complex. You would have to do several sessions to get all of it done. And there’s healing time between. Have you found anyone yet to do the work?” Mark asked. Joe just shook his head no. “There’s the guy I used when I got my first two tats my senior year. He’s really good. I wonder if he’s still here,” Mark mused. A quick google and they had their answer. Mark made a call and talked to Thad. He texted over the drawings that Joe had made and asked what he thought and how long. Thad said he’d take a better look and call him back. About 20 minutes later he got a call back and they worked out a plan. Thad said it would take four sessions to do it and gave Mark a price. Mark asked if they could stop by the next day and start. Thad pushed back and said he was really busy, but in the end agreed if they could do it earlier in the day. They agreed on 11:00 AM. Joe looked at his brother confused. “I told you I can’t afford it right now. Why did you set up an appointment?” Mark just smiled and said “First one is on me.” Mark picked his phone up again and said “I have an idea. Interested in a small orgy?” “Of course” Joe replied, adding “but that's going to take a lot of work and time to set up.” “You just need the right incentives” Mark said wryly. Mark thumbed through his contact list, selected one and tapped out a message and hit send. Mark then sent a second message to another contact and set the phone down. “That’s it? Just two people?” asked Joe. “I want just a select few people there and I think each of them will bring one or two others. And there’s the three of us. Sometimes its quality not quantity” Mark explained. “Fuck, I gotta clean the apartment then. I don’t want people to see it this messy” said Joe. Mark laughed “But its okay for me to see it like this? Jeez. Don’t worry, my hotel room is perfect for a small group fuck party.” Mark’s phone dinged and he looked at it and smiled “There’s one RSVP.” A few minutes later his phone dinged again and Mark checked it out “There’s the other. I hope you don’t have any plans for 3:00 PM tomorrow. I’d have to share my seed with someone else if you do,” he said with a smirk. Mark looked over at Joe with a mischievous grin. He got up and nodded towards the playroom. Joe jumped to his feet and hurried to the room. His ass still was sore from the earlier fuck but he didn’t care. He needed to make sure he got as much cum from his brother as possible. Mark looked around and tossed the harness back to Joe, who put it on. Mark found the cuffs again and put them on Joe’s wrists. Mark led him over to the cross and locked the cuffs to the top of the cross with Joe facing the wall. Mark pushed two fingers into Joe’s fuck hole and commented “Pretty dry there. You must have soaked the rest up. Do you want more?” Joe moaned “Hell yeah.” Mark decided he needed a bit of lube. Any other chaser he would have just shoved in dry, but this was his brother and he didn’t want to hurt him any more than he had to to share his bug. He dripped some spit on his cock, lubing himself. Spitting another dollop on his cock, he positioned himself at his brother's puffy opening. His chest was resting against his brother’s back and he whispered in Joe’s ear “What do you want?” As Joe replied “More poz cum” Mark thrust his cock back inside Joe’s ravaged pussy, pumping away, fucking his little brother a bit less brutally than earlier. His cock was sore and he knew that Joe was in pain, but he needed to do this. Part of his brain said it was wrong, yet he was extremely turned on trying to poz up his brother. Sex usually wins over rational thought. Mark started to pound faster and felt another load start to brew. The cross was squeaking and Joe grunted each time he shoved in. Joe’s hole definitely felt different than when he had fucked him in the club last night. It was really abused and Joe was struggling to work his ass muscles on Mark’s cock. He looked over and there was Kyle in the doorway stroking his cock as Mark drilled Joe. Mark felt his balls start to tighten and piston fucked his brother quickly before he grabbed Joe tightly and shoved his cock in deep. It was a smaller load than earlier but probably just as deadly. He heard Kyle groan as he shot his load all over the floor. As Mark’s spurts of cum stopped he thrust in a few more times and slowly pulled his cock out. He unlocked Joe’s hands and the three of them went back to the living room, collapsing on the blanket. The guys rested a while until Mark got up, asking “You guys hungry? Lets go grab a bite to eat.” They showered again and dressed and hopped in Mark’s car and headed down town. Mark parked the car and they went in to a restaurant. It was one of Mark’s favorites from his days in school there. Joe and Kyle looked at each other and said simultaneously “Thai food?” Mark chuckled “Yeah, its better than fast food or more pizza, its spicy and some of these Thai boys are really cute.” They sat down at a table and a waiter came up and giving them menus and water. Mark looked up at the guy who was exactly what he had hoped for - a cute Thai guy, shorter, maybe 5 foot 6 at the most, thin, with jet black hair and a wicked smile. He introduced himself as Steven and explained a few specials. Mark quipped “You forgot yourself.” Kyle and Joe giggled and Steven blushed before stuttering a bit saying “I’ll let you decide and be back in a few minutes.” “I hope he’s for dessert," Kyle murmured. All three broke into gales of laughter. Mark kept glancing up at Steven and then back to his menu. Joe and Kyle had no clue what to order and Mark really wasn’t helping. Steven walked back up and asked if they had decided. Joe was the farthest and said “I really have no idea. I’ve never had Thai food before. Steven leaned over the table and pointed out that the dinners were on the right, with noodle dishes on the top and rice dishes on the bottom. A pepper next to an item meant it was spicy. Meanwhile Mark and Kyle were staring at Steven’s ass and pointing at each other trying to decide which one was going to tap it first. As he stood back up Mark could see Steven’s cock starting to bulge in his pants. Mark finally gave the boys some suggestions and and Steven walked away. Their glasses never got more than one sip down and Steven was back refilling them. About the third trip Steven started to flirt with them. Their food finally arrived and Steven put the plates down in front of each one, winking at each guy. The guys had burned a lot of calories that day and were very hungry. They wolfed the food down and as Steven came back to check on everything was amazed that the plates were mostly clean. “I hope you saved room for dessert” he said and the guys broke out laughing. Mark finally stopped laughing and said “I think what we want isn’t on the menu. Just an iced coffee for me.” Joe and Kyle ordered the same. When Steven came back with the coffees, Mark said “We’re going to have a little fun later if you want to join us. Here’s the address” and slipped a piece of paper to Steven. The look of shock on Steven’s face was priceless. Mark was sure that none of his customers had ever propositioned him before. Steven slipped the paper into his pocket and walked away. As Mark was finishing his drink, Steven walked up and set the bill down on the table and gave the usual “I’ll take that when you’re ready.” Mark opened up the folder with the check in it and besides the total was a slip of paper that said “I get off work at 9:00” Mark took the paper and put the money and a generous tip into the folder. Steven came back to the table visibly nervous and took the folder with Mark adding “It’s all set. Keep the change” with another wink. The guys got up and walked out of the restaurant with Steven calling “Bye” to them as they left. Mark drove over to the store and picked up more beer and a bottle of good tequila and they went back to the apartment. The guys cracked open the beer, Joe packed the bowl and they passed the pipe around until it was dead. Kyle looked up at the clock and announced “It's 9:30. Do you think he chickened out?” “Could be” replied Mark as he got up to get another round of beer. Joe got up and went into the bedroom and changed into some running shorts with no shirt. As they sat down there was a knock on the door. Joe got up and answered it. Steven was standing there almost shaking in his shoes. “Hey, you came! Come on in. We almost gave up on you” said Joe. Steven walked into the apartment, looking around nervously and said “I’m not sure if this is a good idea, but you guys seemed to be nice and fun.” “You know we’re gay, right?” Kyle stated. "Of course. Besides, I saw his bracelet," pointing at Mark's wrist and then continued "I am too, but I have a hard time meeting other guys that are interested in me.” Mark sensed that Steven’s experience level was pretty low and decided he better set some expectations before things got out of hand “Steven, I want you to know that we will respect any limits you have. If things go too fast or too far, just say something. We want you to have fun, not be scared away.” “Thanks. I have only been with a couple guys before and we didn’t do much. I really want to try everything. I hope you don’t mind teaching me stuff.” The guys got up and moved closer to Steven and started exploring his body. Very quickly Steven’s cock stiffened and strained against his pants and he let out a soft moan. Kyle leaned in and kissed him as Joe undid his pants, watching them fall to the floor. Mark stayed back a step from the boys and watched them undress Steven. Joe went down on his knees and pulled Stevens underwear down exposing a hard six and a half inch uncut, perfectly straight cock. Sliding his tongue between the head and foreskin, he could taste the day's sweat and piss that had built up under the hood, the scent drove him wild and he began so suck harder. Kyle pulled Steven’s shirt off and resumed kissing him, plunging his tongue into Steven’s mouth. Mark removed his clothes and then moved behind Steven, rubbing his shoulders before moving down his back and then to his butt. He moved in closer and started to grind his hardening cock against Steven’s ass. Mark moved his finger down and slid it between his crack and pulled it up to his nose for a sniff test. He smiled and began rubbing his hand between the crack, caressing Steven’s soft, possibly virgin hole. Kyle broke the kiss and realized he was the only one with clothes still on which he quickly rectified. Mark moved over next to Steven and Joe was presented a dilemma - suck his brother’s cock or the newbie. He didn’t get to choose since Kyle sank to his knees next to Joe sucking and kissing on Steven’s body until he reached his cock. Joe gave his full attention to Mark’s cock and balls sucking and licking until he felt it start to ooze precum. Mark looked down at his brother and they locked eyes, knowing what each of them needed. Mark motioned with his head towards the couch and the two of them moved there, Joe kneeling on the couch and facing the wall. Mark pushed the table out of the way and got on his knees, eating out Joe’s battered hole. Kyle meanwhile moved Steven over towards the blanket and they both laid down in a sixty nine position, each sucking each other's cock. Every once in a while Mark heard Steven gasp out “oh my god” and he would chuckle and dive back into Joe’s ass. Mark needed to get his cock back into Joe almost as badly as Joe needed Mark’s cock inside him. Mark got up and teased Joe’s hole until Joe bucked his ass back onto Mark’s cock. Mark stretched Joe’s hole open as he pushed his cock in balls deep. Joe sighed and said “fuck I need this, fuck me hard bro.” Mark began to piston his cock in and out of Joe saying “I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Kyle worked over Steven’s dick feverishly, taking him close to the edge but never allowing him to go over the line. He wanted to get his cock into Steven’s ass but knew he had to take it slow. “He’s probably really tight. I hope I don’t shoot right away” thought Kyle. Meanwhile Steven was savoring Kyle’s cock. His previous attempts at blowjobs had been short sucking sessions ending with the guy pushing him off and cumming on the floor. His lack of experience meant that he didn’t know whether he wanted to be fucked or be the one fucking more. He hoped that he was going to lose his virginity tonight and really didn’t care which position it was in. He figured he should let the other guy lead. Then it hit him. Here he was, having sex and he didn’t even know the name of the guys with whom he was playing. He also concluded, however, it didn’t matter. Names or no names, he was feeling more alive than he ever had. Kyle began to finger Steven's hole as he sucked on his cock. He then pulled off Steven’s cock and move down a bit and began licking Steven’s taint and then his hole. He fed some spit on his hole and worked it in with his finger. One finger became two as Kyle tried to open Steven’s tight hole. He finally got to the point that it wasn’t like a clamp around his finger and it started to wink and twitch. He knew it was time to pop this cherry. Kyle pulled off Steven and rolled him on to his stomach before helping him to his knees. Kyle grabbed a bottle of lube from the table and moved behind Steven. He dripped some on Steven’s pucker working it in with his spit inside. Kyle lubed up his cock and let it rest on Steven’s hole. Softly he said “Ready Steven?” Everyone in the room heard the trepidation in Stevens voice as he replied “mmmhmm.” Slowly, Kyle started to press in. He could feel Steven tense up and told him to relax. “Its going to hurt a bit at first, then you will enjoy it” A little more pressure and Steven’s hole opened up and felt its first cock enter. “OH FUCK!!! STOP!!” Kyle froze, but with difficulty. The pressure on his cock head was intense. He felt a spurt of precum shoot inside Steven’s hole. "Breathe, Steven. Relax." Finally the ring relaxed a little and Kyle edged in a little further until he felt the head get past the ring. Steven was breathing heavy. After letting him get used to having a cock inside him Kyle slowly started to work his cock deeper. He added a bit more lube to his cock and when he made it three quarters of the way in he sensed the change. The tight grip on his cock became a firm touch. His strokes became longer and he heard moans from Steven. He varied the tempo of his fuck and the length of the strokes. He felt his balls start to tingle and knew he wouldn’t last much longer. He started to pound his cock into Steven’s hole when all of a sudden Steven’s ass ring started to spasm. Steven let out a loud groan as his ass body shook in orgasm. Kyle couldn’t hold back any more and began to shoot his cum deep inside Steven’s pussy. Shot after shot of warm seed filled his guts while Steven’s load soaked the blanked below them. Kyle leaned forward and held Steven tight as their connected bodies bucked and shook. Hearing the near simultaneous orgasms from Kyle and Steven, Mark started to ram his cock into Joe even harder. He imagined his cum shooting inside Joe’s hole, soaking in and the virus spreading throughout his body and then made it reality. He grunted three times as he slammed his cock deep into Joe, driving his cock into and past the second ring before shooting spurt after spurt of toxic poz cum into his brother’s guts. Both Mark and Joe were moaning. Joe felt the pressure build up inside his body and his brother’s chest on his back and Mark’s hot breath on his neck. Another dose of poisonous seed had been pumped into his vulnerable body. He never would know which load would be the one that sealed his fate, but it didn’t matter. He loved every one that his brother filled him with. Mark pulled his cock out and slapped Joe’s ass. Kyle slowly pulled his cock out of Steven and rolled him over on his back and the two kissed passionately. Steven eventually broke the kiss and looked at Kyle and said “Thank you, whoever you are.” The four of them broke up laughing. Mark told them “Fuck first, ask questions later. That’s my motto!” Mark took the hint and introduced Joe, Kyle and himself to Steven, then the guys sat around for a short while drinking, sharing some weed and chatting. Mark finally asked the question everyone wanted to know “Steven, are you glad you came over tonight?” “Fuck yeah. That was so much better than I ever imagined. I need more!” said Steven to which everyone laughed. “Well…” Mark started “we actually have a little group tomorrow if you’re interested. I know there are two other guys here that want to dip their cocks in a hot Thai boy. It starts about 3:00 PM.” “Haha… I don’t know if I can do that. I start work at five tomorrow” Steven replied. “You can stay as long as you want and go to work, uh, invigorated” Mark said. “OK, I’ll think about it. I should get going now, its late and I need to study tomorrow morning” said Steven and he got up and started to dress. Mark scribbled down on a piece of paper his number and handed it to Steven who put it in his pocket. Mark told him “Call me tomorrow morning between 9 and 11 and I can give you the info.” They all hugged and each gave Steven a kiss before he went home. Mark also decided to call it a night and got dressed. Exhausted, Mark drove back to his hotel and walked into his room. The towel stack was even higher than before. There was a dozen water bottles sitting in an empty tub. Mark noticed some bondage loops hanging from the corners of the bed which also had a rubber cover over it. In the bathroom there was a douche attachment connected to the shower. The couch had a sheet, pillow and a blanket on it, made up for Mark to sleep on. The TV played a bareback porn flick with the sound muted. “Dennis knows his stuff” he thought. He stripped his clothes off and laid down, falling asleep almost immediately.

I made my way back upstairs, wet between my buttocks, as the cum dripped out of me. On the top floor there is a water sports room with a bed, a fuck bench in the middle of the room and a big, walk-in wet area for piss fun. Entering the room, I found the usual trolls and piss addicts lurking in the shadows so I made my way to the wet area and sat down on the cold, damp tiles and waited. Before long, several of the ghouls moved in on me, eager to degrade me as I sat patiently looking up at them. Two men stepped in and stood over me, each holding his cock towards my face. There was a pause, a moment of quiet anticipation, and then streams of piss arced out and over my body, gushing down my belly and over my cock, which stiffened in response to the warmth of the piss. I couldn't resist, and leaned forward to gulp some down as it splashed over my face. Finally, they finished and left me drenched in urine and hard as a rock. I stood and stepped into the room. Several guys were wanking and looking at a chubby old man who lay face down over the fuck bench. He was holding his fat cheeks apart and I could see his brown hole was glistening with lube. I stepped up behind him and probed his hole with my cock. He gasped and pulled himself open, inviting my piss-drenched cock to fuck him. Sliding into his slack, old hole I set a steady thrust pattern, enjoying his slack bottom against my belly. The trolls moved in, eagerly feeling under my arse for my cock going into the old man. Someone pulled my head round and kissed me with a probing tongue as other hands guided my bottom back and forth encouraging me to breed the old slut. I couldn't last long, and started to shake as the cum rising in my balls. The man kissing me sensed my urgency and clamped his mouth on mine as I shuddered and shot a heavy load into the eager bottom, thrusting and thrusting until my balls were empty. The man who had been kissing me stopped, and assisted me in standing, smiling as he watched my slime-covered cock pop out of the now dripping arsehole of the bottom. I was absolutely exhausted, and found myself both grateful and helpless as the man led me to a mattress, pushed me face down, and mounted me. Bodies flanked us, urging him on as he fucked my hole, the mattress damp wet with the smell of piss, sweat and cum. I shuddered in ecstasy.....

as a bottom i dont expect my Tops to care if i cum or not. id rather just be used and take their load.

So this is just the foreplay. Would love some feedback as there are so many directions to go after this. Thanks for reading. -sewerffag@gmail.com I’ll just get right down to it, cuz that’s what we’re here for right? So my meth dealer is fucking sexy/sleazy/I’d fuck him when I’m sober/I drool over him when high and is the kinda confident macho bro that knows it. I’d guess he’s right around 40 but his demeanor and look is younger, as if he’s not maturing past his early 30s. He works out plenty, and while he's definitely always high, he handles his drug well, so well that he’s made it apart if his swagger, upping his sex appeal (course this aspect probably only appeals to meth users). Now, he’'s definitely straight because he always has hungry, territorial bitches hangin on him when I come to pick up, but like most straight guys who know they're hot, hung, and have an inflated ego (false or otherwise) he teases the fags shamelessly. Whores for attention, and I’m a sucker for an attention whore. One Friday afternoon when I am over to pick up, I know he’s horny and in a mood because he is shirtless and wearing these navy blue Gym shorts (why is it always gym shorts?) that he sags, showing off some nice furry crack and about an inch of what looks like dingy CK boxer briefs. I’ve seen these shorts numerous times but it dawns on me just now that if he didn’t sag them so much they’d only fall to about mid thigh, peculiarly short for such a bro. In any case his huge cock flops visibly around in them when he saunters towards me, his muscled ass stretching the worn navy nylon in the back, and a few holes show flesh or underwear beneath. Without fail he always manages to bend over or squat at least once each visit in locations that are blatant appeals to my obvious faggot desires. Sure, he knows that I know that he knows I’d get on my knees and beg for it if he allowed me the opportunity, but what he doesn’t know are the all the diverse and extreme ways I would beg to service him. It is this knowledge, this indecorous depravity, that allows me to barely maintain my confidence around him. I was sure that if given the chance and motivation I could blow his mind by getting him to blow his load in 3 minutes or less, and change his life forever. The fucker sure gives me a run for my money though...those first few clouds he offers me, knowing I haven't smoked in a while so he can watch me go from composed business-casual gay to sweaty, needy, chemwhore in 60 seconds flat. I just can't help it. That bitch Tina immediately hijacks my brain, silencing any self control, dignity or hesitations and ignites a pathetic hunger, an inexhaustible need… My eyes (and my kunt) dilate, my cock twitches, and I salivate from both holes and my cock all at once. Unconsciously I rub my inner thigh and readjust my cum swollen balls and swelling cock. I know that I'm staring at him, at his muscles as he flexes his arms ripping the bong, the size of his hands, and then my eyes following the massive cloud he blows purposely down onto his crotch. The perfectly timed twitch of his cock through the swirling smoke, a trap I realize immediately when he snickers and my eyes snap to his leering back at me. Without breaking eye contact he leans forward, let’s spreading wider (those fucking gym shorts!) and passes me the bong. “Here ya go man, best shit I’ve had in a while. Been making me wicked horny all day. Take a couple good rips off that while I weigh you out.” I don’t even hesitate or don’t break eye contact till he smiles and looks away to go about our transaction. Torch clicks, crystal melts, chamber fills and I suck that bong like the glass cock it is. He watches me exhale a thick cloud even bigger than his and whistles. I’m already power lunging my 3rd rip when he leans back into his chair, folding his beefy arms behind his buzzed sandy blonde head and exposing those ripe pits. He slouches more, legs spreading further and crotch pushing forward even more and resumes his leering as I exhale... even more slowly this time, letting the smoke ooze from my mouth while meeting his domineering gaze. At this point I don't really care that he's smirking down at me, in fact it does exactly what it’s meant to: makes me want him, to submit to him more, helplessly falling deeper into his well practiced thrall. Now, as an unwavering, no reciprocation necessary, worshiper-of-cock kind of cocksucker, I have no problem dropping to my knees and servicing any man who knows how to put my grateful holes to good use but in my experience (or my assumptions) not many straight men really know about us faggots and/or just aren't interested. This guy though? I’d bet my left nut he knows exactly what to do with me. I pass the bong back to him and it’s then I realize there’s no one else in the house for once...just him and those fucking gym shorts with that big old dick print and some ripe fucking pits. Usually, I come in, give him cash, smoke a few hits and then leave, but this time he has invited me in, sat me on his couch across from him and is casually getting me twisted bong high. “So Cassandra thinks you’re a faggot” he states. “She says you’re kind occasionally come into her club cuz they’re still closeted and trying to play it straight in front of their bro friends. ‘They’re always so awkward and never want a lap dance but they always tip real well,’ she says. You ever had that experience?” He more insinuates than asks. “No actually, I embraced my faggotry at a young age so I never had to ‘fake it.’ More often I am the person those bros call when they leave the club. All horned up, buzzed, and looking to use some hungry hole or be serviced with out the emotional shit their women make them go through,” Hell if he thought he would catch me off guard and shame me into…whatever he had in mind, he thought wrong. This response shocked him for a moment as he coughed and sputtered out his cloud, looked at me dead on checking to make sure I wasn’t bullshitting him, and then smiled. “So after Cassandra told me this, I did a little research. Fuckin Tumblr opened my eyes real wide. I’ll admit I had no idea you guys really existed…and what really got me going is that you exist to worship, service, whatever the fuck I want. The moment you walked in today I knew Cassie was right and that you will gratefully do whatever I tell you.” The fact that this last part was a statement and not a question made me whimper under my breath. He passed me back the bong and said, “Finish that faggot. I can tell you’re about to loose your shit just being in my presence and for what I have in mind, I want you all ready to go. Then you can show me if you faggots are worth a real man’s time. “

I was attending the cocktail hour in the hospitality suite for a leather run in Atlanta, casually mixing and mingling. I noticed him the moment he walked in the room. He was early 50's, average height, tight body, balding, bearded, and greying. HOT! He moved through the space with a quiet confidence...not arrogance. This was a man in control of himself and his situation. I wanted time with that man. How to play it? I could tell he would not respond to being approached. No. I t had to happen organically...but nothing said I couldn't provide a gentle nudge. I played it cool and continued meeting and greeting the attendees. My orbits crossed his a couple of times and I gave him a look of interest, tempered with a slight smile. His face was stone. But eventually it happened. We found ourselves standing together. I introduced myself simply and with a firm handshake. He said his name was Ben. "My pleasure," I replied, holding his gaze. Minimal small talk ensued, however all the while his steel grey eyes revealing nothing. I told him I liked the way he moved. Even though he was in control of his reaction, I could tell he hadn't received that compliment before and that he appreciated hearing it. "Oh yes?" he asked, giving me an opportunity to speak with him a moment longer. I told him a real man says by the way he moves than by his words. How his silence speaks more than his words. Despite his best efforts, I could tell...I had read him correctly. But I was at risk of saying too much. I could tell he was ready to move on. And I didn't want to turn into a once attractive pest. So I dismissed myself with, "See you later Big Ben," accompanied by a look at his crotch, bestowing a knowing smile. There was some fun throughout the evening. As the early morning hours came around I moved just inside the door of the dark room, where I stripped to my jock and waited just to one side beyond the entrance. I ignored all the others coming and going, passing up some offers. I was content to wait and my patience paid off when he walked in. I didn't hesitate but pulled him to me and against the wall so only the left side of his face illuminated by the open doorway. I kissed him full tongue. He was responsive. I worked his jeans and hauled out a long FAT hooded cock. "I knew it was BIG BEN," I remarked as I hit my knees. I sucked him hard. His cock was very responsive, and within minutes it filled my mouth and my throat. It was MASSIVE. I gave that man my best deep throat suck. My eyes were tearing from the strain. He anchored my head with his hands, so effectively I wasn't sucking him, instead he was in control and fucking my face. Then, I saw it in the hold darkness: a beautiful scorpion tattoo just above and to the right of his fuck pole. Oh, fuck yeah. Now more than ever, I wanted this man inside me. To ride BIG BEN. I started laying down spit, coating his cock until it was dripping. And, when he gave me the chance, I got to my feet, turned around, hands against the wall, offering him my fuck hole. He didn't hesitate, driving his rod into my ass in one long slow stroke. I moaned and bent over more to give him full access. The man started fucking me with full fury. I was in pig heaven. His was relentless. I encouraged him urging "Yeah...piston fuck my hole, man! Fuck it like you own it!" He was long dick slap fucking me from behind like there was no tomorrow. Men gathered to watch him brutally fuck my ass cunt. Several men started jacking themselves, but none approached - the intensity and savagery of what they were witnessing would not allow it. “Tell me what you want!”, he yelled - intending both I and the audience would hear my answer. “Your cum. Please, breed me,” I replied in a full voice. His log-splitter was ripping my hole apart. The sound flesh slapping against flesh calling others to witness the inevitable. ”NO! Tell me what you REALLY want!” he commanded. ”OH FUCK! CLAIM ME WITH THAT DIRTY SEED, FUCKER! POZ MY FAGGOT CUNT!!” That did it. He let out a growl, his nails dug into my flesh, and he filled me with his toxic cum. His body shook, trembled. His cock still buried deep inside my ass. I felt the heat of fully charged seed planted deep in my guts. I felt him CHURN his seed with purpose...GRINDING it deeper into me...until he was satisfied. Satisfied in every way. Too soon, I felt his hands releasing me as his major meat ripped out of my hole, leaving me empty. I fell forward, against the wall, turned and slid down breathlessly. I looked up at this man who had just claimed my ass as his property. He was stuffing his fat cock back into his jeans. In the half light, I saw his cold steel eyes looking down at me impassively. His face was stone. A cipher evaluating his work...his dirty deed. Without another word, he stepped away. The gathered crowd parted as he exited the room. I never saw him again.

You might be a faggot, slut, whore, bitch, cumdump taking any cock, anytime, anywhere but that's what makes your pussy so powerful. Faggot pussy desires cock so much that it milks it like no other pussy can. If straight men knew, or allowed themselves to know, how your pussy made them shoot big loads, you would be bred all day long. It would be mostly quick pump and dumps over with in a few minutes because that's how most men like it - just emptying their balls, zipping up and sperming you up again the next day.

'm a Stocky black top, 5'8 240 7in cut. I'm into raunchy fuck sessions. I seek a nasty bottom with a big plump ass, the bigger the better. I don't care about weight just have a big ass and be freaky. I like to fuck natural unwashed ass raw so I can dump my load deep inside your guts. I love raw fucking a big booty bottom that hasn't cleaned it out before we fuck. If you are into piss play even better, but not mandatory. If you are down, I will piss in your mouth and shithole. Im also open to an ongoing thing, I want a bottom that I can bang out multiple times a day.

I was in San Francisco last week and had a couple great encounters... as my nickname indicates I'm into getting head and taking charge of the situation. First one was in the middle of the day at an adult theater in the Tenderloin (skid row district). Had a couple of beers at a welfare bar around the corner, then went to the Tea Room Theater (that's its name). It was a real throwback - some guys dealing drugs outside, a window on the street you push your money through, the woman clicks a turnstile and you go in. Very sketchy on the inside, which I like (would not bring a wallet in there, though). The place was DARK - you could spend hours there and your eyes wouldn't fully adjust. Main room had bareback porn on the big screen, about 12 rows with four seats on each side. There was a little space behind the back row where some guys were lined up against the wall, feeling each other up. Behind the screen were two more small video rooms with benches and a cramped toilet. Not much going on back there, so I went back in the main theater. It was the middle of the day on a weekday and there had to be 40 men in the place. I went and stood in the back. The video was pretty hot, but not much action in the audience. A bearded guy in the back row turned around and gave me a look, so I unzipped and stuck my cock in his mouth. He was about my age and definitely knew what he was doing. Within a minute we had a crowd around us. I alternated between letting him go to town and grabbing the back of his head so I get my meat all the way down his throat. When I finally came I held the back of his head till I could feel him swallow it all. When I finished I zipped up and left without looking back. That night I went to Blow Buddies (blowjob sex club South of Market). They have glory hole booths, and also an open-maze structure where tops can walk a catwalk and look down on the cocksuckers below. You see something you like, you both gather at a glory hole (drilled at head level for the guy on the ground). Very open and very hot. I got a couple of OK blowjobs and came once. The scene wasn't happening so I went for a beer nearby. Came back in a while and the place was busier, but the maze-thing just wasn't living up to its potential, so I went into the back where there are dozens of booths with glory holes. Jackpot. It was slow as hell, but there was one guy in a booth with his mouth stuck to a glory hole. On my side there were handles up high, so the guy getting his cock sucked could hang on and really do a number on the cocksucker's throat. This guy REALLY knew what he was doing and was obviously submissive, which turned me on a lot. Rather than let him suck it at his pace, I told him to hold still, grabbed hold of the handgrips and gave his mouth a hard fucking. When he would gasp for air from the intensity of it, I would pull out slllllowly and than ram my cock back in his mouth. Finally I got so hot that I just started fucking it as hard as I could, just to hear him groan and gasp. Made sure that when I came he didn't even have to do any swallowing - I was pushed so far down his throat that I could just shoot a huge load straight down his throatpipe. When I finished, he was panting and sort of sobbing, saying "Thank you, sir, thank you, sir..." I'm not really into the master-sir thing but it was hot at the moment. One big regret on the trip was not getting into a threesome or a group scene - I don't fuck ass but I love to pound a man's face while he's getting fucked by another top or a group. (I also like to have a cigar while a guy's working my tool, but California makes that almost impossible in a public setting.) All in all a good trip. Could definitely use some guys around here whose only interest is having their throats used like a pussy... and a porn theater like that one in the Tenderloin.

Prepping my tight hole for tonight. Master has a couple friends that want to drill my hole as I lick suck and eat out the gym rat. then breed him as we make a train. I will be taking one cock after another while deep inside the gym rats tight hole.

Hot profile!! Would love to take your toxic load. Where about are you?

Stupid site. Anyone know a Kinky Doctor or Kink friendly doctor in Seattle? Had an ARNP, then a Dr. The doctor while frindly, gives me shit not taking meds I don't need. And that isn’t the kinkiest thing I’m into

started at 12. Took it regularly from 2 of my uncles for about a year. one moved away, but the other one started sharing me with his friends. By that time, I was pretty good and everyone wanted it again once they got the first taste! :-) I'd been playing on my own with cousins and neighbors and then I found out about cruisy parks and bathrooms. Once i looked 18, I was in every bookstore in town!! Have no plans to ever stop taking loads!

I definitely like sucking a small cock over a big cock. So much more to do with it without choking. Prefer medium sized when getting fucked.

My FB text me this morning to see if I'm free after work. I was and I got myself ready, butthole whistling clean. His bf (who he has an open relationship) seems to have an issue that his bf's been breeding me for almost 3 years. I guess trolling around is fine but a steady hole to fill is threatening. So we've had a short but torrid hookups lately. Today he fucked me for about 30 minutes. He was precumming like a horse and I kept sucking for more. Then he started feeling my lubed hole and he went right for it. A little more aggressive than usual (who's complaining?) he had his hand on my throat as he plowed kissing and talking dirty. He loves how my asshole feels gripping him. He spit on my face a couple times telling me how he likes that I let him do whatever he wants and not complain. I said I'll do almost anything to get his huge load deep in my hole--that's when he lost it and shot--alot. Always big loads and I'm holding it in all night.

Part 23 It was very clear that Thomas liked to party and seemed totally comfortable with smoking in front of the twins. It was when he called one of the twins by his 'stage name' that he used on the web that Steve began to figure out that Thomas had seen them on line and was probably a bug chaser. The twins joined Thomas in smoking a few bowls as Thomas easily fucked and then bred the twin he was fucking. When he finally pulled his still, hard cock from his freshly bred twin he turned to the other and said, "Next?" Before he could mount the other twin they began to ask him how long has he been partying? Thomas let it be know that he began to first snort then smoke Tina during his senior year in high school. The twins looked at each other and smiled as they admitted to much the same. Then Thomas called the other twin by the name he uses on the pay web site and the twins now knew he was a fan probably living out a fantasy. The twin he called to took it upon himself to see how far he could be taken down the party path by asking him, "You ever tried slamming?" Thomas shook his head no, to which the other twin asked, "Would you like to try a slam with us?" Thomas did not answer beyond a maybe as the twins began to apply a little pear pressure to their new friend. As one twins described the rush and increased sexual pleasure the other twin slipped away to prepare a few rigs for the three to use. He returned to find his brother and Thomas making use of the modifications that were added to the room. Over the summer a sling was added that could be raised out of view along with hidden drawers with toys and restraints. The sling was just being lowered as the twin returned with 4 points. Thomas hopped into the sling and agreed to be slammed. Restraints were quickly retrieved and used not just keep Thomas in place, but to insure that he couldn't back out of his first slam. Before Thomas knew it a tourniquet was on his arm and a prominent vein wiped with alcohol. He tried to turn away as the point was slowly slid into him only to be told to watch. He turned his head back just in time to see the red flash right before the contents were pushed into his arm. Withe the needle pulled from his arm the tourniquet was removed and he coughed out hard as he rode his very first rush. Before he could react one of the twins shoved a nice size shard in his twitching hole along with some lube. Thomas's first coherent words were, "OH FUCK ME!" The twin between his legs wasted no time as he slammed his hard cock balls deep and replied, "Gladly!" and began to fuck their chemmed up friend. Thomas was a little bit shocked at getting fucked admitting he was a top that had never been fucked before. Between the drugs and the sensation of his first cock to enter his ass it was like a switch had been thrown as he moaned out. The restraints on his wrists were removed and he immediately tried to jerk his soft, Tina dick. He realized quickly that him trying to jerk off was useless as he then grabbed for the twin who stood next to him watching him get fucked by his brother. The slam set Thomas free to admit that when he first saw the twins he knew who they were and hoped that they would take him where he is now since he really didn't know anyone that slammed. He was then asked, "Is there anything else you'd like from both of us?" Thomas couldn't deny his deep, inner, dark thoughts when he replied, "I want your dirty, poz cum. I've watched you on your website knowing you were poz, watching you stealth others. I am guessing that this is being taped and am willingly giving you my neg ass to poz!" In no time Thomas was given his first poz load from one twin that was followed up by his brother's poz load. After that second load Thomas asked for another slam and soon found himself surrounded by all the residents of the building who proceeded to take a turn as breeding the willing chaser.

As I slept deeply, my mind managed to wander trying to replay the previous day’s activities although I’d totally lost count of how many anon cocks and loads I had taken so pushed trying to the back of my mind. My eyes fluttered open, daylight, I’m in bed, someone is spooned up tight behind me… He kisses the back of my neck, then the side of my face, butterfly kisses and hot breath on my ears make me tingle all over and squirm. I turned my head and of course it’s Andrew beaming at me as we manage to brush our lips together, “Hi husband, how’s that greedy ass of yours?” “Sore” is my instant reply, as the dull ache promptly reminds me. Andrew gave me a worried look and I try my best to reassure him as we snuggle yet closer as the intimacy makes both our cocks erect…My mouth was like a magnet to his hard cock. I roll up on to my knees, look up at him with a slight smile and take his cock into my mouth, I wrap my lips around the head of his cock, tasting his precum before sliding the full length of his shaft taking it deep into my throat and hold it there. His cock throbbed in my mouth and he moaned as my tongue slid back down toward the tip of his shaft and after my piggy night I was determined to make it feel as good as possible for him. Andrew put his hands on the back of my head and slowly face fucks me with the full length of his dick, as he murmurs “That’s it, suck my poz cock. Taste my toxic precum.” As he continues to leak precum down my throat, face-fucking my throat with his death stick he gets in to an ever-increasing pace, thrusting faster so that I can barely keep up "Hey, slow down, we don't want you cumming just yet. I want your load in my ass NOT down my throat" I said with a wink. He tells me “It’s time for us to be marking you with a biohazard tattoo. Would you like that?” “Ummm….Yerrrrs!!” “Want you Poz babe” I briefly pull off his weapon, “Yes, charge my ass up, please.” After years of fantasizing I'm finally a cumdump! I've taken God knows how many loads just yesterday and I'm only getting started! Andrew sits in front of me and begins to stroke our hard shafts together. “I’m going to make Poz love to you, Jon.” Wow, my bottom hubby now a power loving Top. “Fuck, yes. I’d love that, I want all of you. Give me your charged cock. Breed me deep, mark me as yours Hon.” “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Nodding in agreement I confirm with, “Yes please, make love to my hole. Seed me again.” “You want our connection sealed forever?” “Yes, I want that with you. Poz me. Please do it.” “We all saw your reaction to the AIDS Daddy, you sure it’s not his black cock you want most of all?” Fear and panic set in….”I…I…I’m sorry ju…just carried away with the thrill of being a cum dump bottom. Fuck SORRY, It’s you I want, I love, want to spend the rest of my life with.” Andrew didn’t answer, he just lightly caressed my abdomen, “Need to get you pregnant”, then gently stroked my face and lower lip while looking directly into my eyes. His touch sent a wave of chills through my body. I loved seeing this side of him as much as I loved his nasty piggy side. "Now lie down and put your legs up." I complied. “I’m going to slide my cock in you, oh so slowly. Give you more Poz seed, babe, mark you as mine.” He got in position and held my legs back while pushing his cock into my ass. From the look on his face it surprised him that his cock slid in without resistance, slowly, seductively he nudged in a fraction at a time allowing me to feel every centimetre of velvety skin until he buried his entire length easily inside me. There was some discomfort as his potent hard flesh disappeared in my ass and whilst I tried not to wince Andrew noticed the flash of pain pass as I screwed my eyes to fight against it. “Sure you’re ok with this?” “Oh yeah, I’ve never been more certain, do it! Poz me up.” As he lay on top of me our sweat and cum smelling bodies pressed tightly together my husband made out with me, showering kisses on me, grinding his cock slowly in and out working his first toxic load ever deeper inside me. A warm, tingly sensation overcame me, I truly love this man and want, no need this connection. Andrew started slow at first but picked up speed quickly. "Mmm yeah." He said quietly, and started to enjoy himself, our eyes locked smiling at one another, his cock massaging my prostate with each stroke of his death stick. sharing his body and virus with me, making us one. “Love you, hon” I tell him “This feels incredible. I want you to charge up from me so much. I want to share every part of me with you.” “Mark me as yours, Hon. I want your DNA inside me.” Right now, my senses are so heightened I feel every inch of Andrew’s cock pumping in and out of me and it feels very intimate and erotic and whilst my wrecked hole simply cannot tighten around his shaft but I can feel his death stick bounce and throb repeatedly in my hole and I want to milk every drop of Poz cum from his balls. Welcome his virus into my body. “Fuck, love, I won’t last much long.” “Give me your baby makers, make me pregnant, I want it all in me.” He leans down, his kisses are delicate, our tongues dance in my mouth as he continues to make love to my hole with slow, deep penetrations as his hand traces my cheek then whispers, “Here it cums. You’re going to get all my Poz seed.” “Fuck, yes. Convert me. Make me your Poz pig.” Emotions and our poz talk overcame me. My cock exploded ejecting any last negative seed that was still in my balls out over my tummy in 5 massive blasts…a nano second later Andrew groaned in pleasure plunged his dick balls deep inside me. I felt his cock begin to pulse a his poisoned jizz shot from his piss slit, adding to the previous loads…and my blood. He whispered between deep breaths, “Take my charged load, you’re mine now, my Poz pig”

27 year old guy from the UK. Happily married to a great guy but I have a huge addiction to cock and real men and there’s nothing I can do about it. If I see a beautiful cock I NEED to suck it, if a man wants to fuck me then I can’t say no to him. It’s like an instinct to me, there’s no thinking involved. It’s left me no choice but to embrace that part of myself. I’m a born bottom slut and I was put on this Earth to help real men get off however and whenever they need.

I wear from time to time and really enjoying letting myself go in them.

Of course prefer it in the ass. No better feeling then a hard dick throbing in your hole. Balls deep unloading all his seed inside you. Bottoms know they did the job right when your top have his babies swimming inside you. It's like marking his territory and adding his DNA to yours so you will always have him with you. I also love it in the mouth too, l love sucking a hard dick and working the balls for that sweet treat only a man can give. The best is when he precums a lot, the sweet taste and when he unloads in your mouth it's heaven. I always swallow, never waste the load a top gives. Afterwards I like to squeeze the dick and watch the rest of the cum ooze from the head. Start linking it off like a lollipop until the top can't take no more. I love cum anyway possible really. God I just love sex with men it's so fulfilling, men pleasing men is the best.

I a twistedperv, no limits, the more twisted andperv you are, the more I get turned on. Am into taboo twisted chat, hook-up and trade pics or vids, dropbox ect...... you first..........Love POPPERS, gooning, sounds, ect I am in DC, VA Metro area KIK: Soyborikua Wickr: thejackal70

Haven't had a lot to write about.....until yesterday.... Started off when I got home from work yesterday morning. Work overnights so it was fairly early. I opened grindr, don't know why, and I saw there was a message sent yesterday. New profile, pic of a nice torso, take a look and it says that he lives in my building, fucked me before and wanted to do it again soon. I messaged him back, he was on, and we talked about meeting up. I didn't want to ask which guy it was in my building, after all don't want them to think I'm a slut or something, and had to guess between two BBC neighbors, one who wants condoms one who doesn't. He says he wants me ass up waiting for his load so I oblige. When he cums into my place, SCORE, it's the guy that wants bare. He is a hot bodybuilder type, easily 6' 250# minimum. He wants me to suck him first, I turn to his cock, all soft and doesn't look like much, and start sucking. He starts growing, and growing and soon is a nice 7.5-8" cut cock that I can't reach my fingers around. I rub some spit in my ass, turn around, take a hit of poppers, and he pushes into me! HEAVEN!! A few minutes later, after a nice rough pounding, and I'm off to bed with his babies in my ass. The night before this had happened I'd been chatting with a guy with a nice looking cock on adam. Profile says nothing about condom/bare, looks like on PrEP and he is fucking HOT. We talked about getting together on the following afternoon (now the day of). I messaged him while I'm laying in bed, freshly bred, to see if he wants to cum still. He tells me yes. I let him know when I'm getting up and take a little nap. When I get up we do some back and forth and I think its going to fall through. He shows up a little later than planned, but boy was it worth the wait. This guy is a 20something guy, we start making out when he comes in, I feel his rock hard cock through his pants and realize he showed up that way. I drop to my knees and a nice BBC pops out of his jeans. Longer than my neighbor earlier, not quite as thick but a pretty damned big tubesteak overall. He sits down and I continue to worship him. I show him my ass and tease my hole by leaning back against his cockhead. After a little bit of this and sucking he tells me he needs to fuck me. I climb on top of him and sit bare, spit only, all the way to the base, and get back up. Do this a couple times and he's loving it. He warns me he doesn't want to cum fast, and we move to the bedroom to give him a break. I didn't realize, but I had some condoms sitting out on my nightstand. He sees these and says something about needing to put one on. FUCK NO! He puts it on. Damn, this wasn't what I wanted, and my fault for not bringing it up. I want his cock regardless, and I pull out the elbow grease for lubing. I really can't take a condom without real lube so I lube up and he pushes in. He's a damned good fuck. In spite of the condom its pretty good. Start doggie, then he pulls out fips me on my back so he can see me when he pushes in again. We're having a good time, he increases his thrusting, and says something about not wanting to cum yet. As he says this he pulls out, looks at his cock and says "shit the condom broke"....says he's gonna cum and just shoves his dick back in my raw hole and starts screaming in ecstacy! Damn! I hadn't planned on this at all, I forgot the condoms, they were regular condoms, not prepared or tampered with, and I have to say it was hot. He gets apologetic about cumming in my hole. I tell him I thought it was hot. Not even a minute after he shoots he pulls another condom on and fucks me another 20 minutes. I tried to get the second one off, but he kept fighting me. The rubber was so close to breaking when he shot his next load. You could see it was breaking down from the elbow grease. After we're done fucking, he again apologizes and I tell him I thought it was HOT! Before he leaves we talk about getting together Thursday. Hopefully that will go better, he did use my last two condoms after all

My bf is out of town this weekend so a buddy who’s been wanted me to breed him for a few years came over. We had a few drinks and then got naked in bed and got right to it. He immediately started sucking me and I was stroking his long slender cut cock. When he came to for air I switched positions with him, sucking his cock as deeply as I could. After a few mins of playing I handed him the bottle of poppers and lubed up my cock while took some big sniffs. Then I took a hit and slide my cock into his tight hole. It felt good to finally fuck him because he’s been wanting it since we met 8 years ago. I had his legs in the air and fucked him as long as I could. I finally said I was gonna cum and asked him if he wanted my poz load. He said yes so I let the 5 day built up load explode into him. I was so turned on and hard I just kept fucking him. Then we both drifted off to sleep. This morning we woke up with morning wood and went at it again. I told him I wanted to fuck him doggie style at the edge of the bed. He eagerly complied and moved into position. I stood behind him, as he took a whiff of poppers I lubed up and slid into his willing hole. After a few mins of pounding I unloaded into him again. A new cumdump is born! I texted my bf all the details and he’s super jealous he couldn’t be there too!

I'd say it's 100% agreement - balls deep every time! I used to sometimes pull out when I was getting too close to cumming sooner than I wanted. But usually if I was THAT close, it was too late to pull out and I'd end up cumming outside the hole. So I learned my lesson, and if I realize I'm getting too close, I just go for it and fuck harder and tell the slut he made me too horny and I'll try to last longer next time. I think it's an ego boost for them anyway that their hole made me cum so fast. It's usually ass up cumdumps that make me cum too fast.

Old thread here, but since I just hooked up with a hot 24yo yesterday (with a 19yo hitting me up hard too), I thought I'd add to this. I'm 52 yo and was never into older guys when I was younger, so I can't credit Karma for my good luck now lol. I thought when I turned 40 my sex life would drop off a cliff. I did double down at the gym and eating right. That was also the time frame when I started barebacking basically all the time. My sex life was better than anytime in my life, so I felt pretty lucky. But as 50 approached, I felt really certain the sex was definitely gonna drop off at that point. I got in the best shape of my life to fight it, and I've gotta say that when I changed my age to 50 on hookup apps, my phone now blows up from early - late 20s guys. I actually have a harder time meeting guys my own age or 40s (I don't think they want to admit they're getting older). I used to be wary that they were gold diggers, but 95% of the time, they just wanna fuck and be on their way. I have had quite a few of them tell me guys their own age are flakes and waste too much time. I would agree that experience matters to a certain extent, but I find that some of these guys seem even more experienced than me. Some are taking fists and getting gang banged (I've fisted some and participated). I hear from older guys saying they themselves were into older men themselves when they were younger. I think it's great, and I'm thankful. I'm very turned on by opposites........race/age/size/twink-bear and love the daddy/boy role lately!!!

NUDE BEACH (Part 3)— On the way back to my driftwood fort, I couldn’t help but notice that a lot more men had arrived, and all the driftwood forts were occupied. All the other men had staked out their territory by spreading out beach towels or bed sheets, and anchoring them with pieces of driftwood or with their tennis shoes and other items. Although I’ve never been mistaken for a bodybuilder, I do go to the gym 4 days a week, and I do get my share of looks. That’s part of the fun of going to the beach. As soon as I got back to my fort, I chugged down another bottle of water, then took a leak into an empty 3 liter plastic water bottle that I had brought along for that very reason. I had read somewhere that about 50% of your T ends up as chem piss, so it’s a good idea not to waste it. Speaking of T, I got out my pipe to take a few hits, all the time watching the men who were watching me. But, this time, I decided to get a really good rush, using an old trick that I’d used many times before. I carefully heated the crack back that coated most of the inside of my pipe, dissolving it back into a puddle in the bottom of my pipe. Rolling the bowl back and forth and carefully applying the flame from my lighter, then moving it away, the clouds started swirling really hard, and I slowly sucked on the pipe until my lungs were completely full. I already had a condom unrolled and ready. Using my thumb and forefinger to hold the condom pressed against my mouth, I quickly exhaled, blowing the clouds into the condom. Then I sucked the clouds out of the condom, again, doing it repeatedly until I had taken about 20 hits, altogether. I was feeling it but I wanted to get really spun, so I repeated the entire process 2 more times. Now, the T whore in me was ready to come out. I put my supplies away, removed my butt plug, and shot some lube into my hole. Then, I just waited to see what would happen. And, I didn’t have to wait long. A man of about 50 appeared at the doorway to my fort. He was an average looking guy, a little overweight. However, he was wearing a chrome cock ring that kept his big dick hanging down heavy as he shifted his weight back and forth from one foot to the other. He told me that I should join him and his friends. He indicated where they were, pointing to a spot that wasn’t more than 15 yards from my doorway, straight out toward the water. I thought, why not ? With a little luck, maybe I would get fucked. He introduced me to each of his 5 20-something friends, and I immediately forgot their names. He told a couple of them to move over to make room for me. I laid down on my stomach, and, to my surprise, he laid down on top of me. Since I didn’t object, he started moving his hips up and back, and I could feel his dick growing. I spread my legs a little farther apart. Wearing a big grin, he said to me, “My friends and I have been watching you smoking and getting fucked up on Tina. Is that right ? Are you fucked up on Tina ?” I nodded my head, yes. “I told my friends that it wouldn’t be very long before you would be begging me to fuck you. Is that right ? Do you want me to fuck you ?” Again, I nodded my head, yes. “Is your hole tweaking, yet ? Is it begging to be fucked by a big Latino dick ?” Before I could respond, I felt the head of his uncut cock pushing out of his foreskin and pressing against my hole. “How does my cock feel against your tweaking hole ? Is it hungry for cock ? Do you need to be fucked ?” I said, “Yes !” He said, “I don’t think my friends heard you. Say it loud enough for all of them to hear. Say, fuck me, and say it loud enough so that all of my friends can hear it. This time, I said, “FUCK ME !” a lot louder, and, at the same time, I bucked my hips against his hard cock. He responded immediately by grabbing my shoulders with both of his hands and shoving his cock about half way into me, making me gasp, first in pain, then in pleasure at the size of his cock stretching my hungry hole. He said something to one of his friends that I didn’t hear. Then, I saw that one of them was holding a syringe, like you would use to administer a booty bump. He pulled his cock out of my hole, and his friend pushed in the syringe as far as it would go, and he very quickly depressed the plunger, emptying it’s contents into my hole, immediately followed by his cock that had just been about half way inside of me. I could feel a very sharp burning sensation as he used his big cock to push the booty bump farther and farther into me. As the burning started to subside, I felt a good rush throughout my lungs and up into my brain. It was, by far, the strongest booty bump I had ever taken, and I was feeling more and more spun from it. “How does that feel, now ?” he asked me. “Are you tweaking, yet ?” I felt a little shaky, I said, “I think so. That was really strong.” He had 2 of his friends pull me up onto my knees, his cock still buried in my hole, and one of the men handed me a bottle of water which I downed in less than a minute. “Another ?” he asked me. I nodded my head, yes, and gladly took the second bottle of water. He must have thought all was well because he pushed me back down onto the beach towel and started fucking me hard and deep. Again, it was a mixture of pain and pleasure, but mostly intense pleasure, until his body started jerking as he groaned loudly and pumped his load deep inside my hole. After he pulled his cock out of me, he told me to roll over and lie on my back. Then, he had 2 of his boys hold my knees back to my chest while one guy held a bottle of poppers under my nose, and each of the others took turns fucking me and dumping their loads in me. Now, there was no doubt that I was tweaking, but I was able to make my way back up to my fort, thankful to see that nothing had been stolen. I drank a lot more water and took a prescription tranquilizer, which slowed my heart from slamming to just beating wildly. Then, I packed up my things and hiked back up the steep trail, to the parking lot. I really would have liked to have worn my butt plug to keep those 7 loads of cum inside me, but my hole was a little too sore for that. So, I had to settle for folding a beach towel into quarters and placing it on the drivers seat to catch any of the loads of cum that would likely be seeping out of my well fucked hole. When I woke up the next day, I had a sore hole, but, all together, it had been a pretty good, though wild, adventure. I got fucked by a large cock. Then, I got to suck off another large cock. Then, I hooked up with the “gang of six” where I got really fucked up and fucked by 5 average size cocks and 1 huge cock. Would I go back to the Nude Beach again ? Sure, but maybe I’d wait a few weeks.

1. Tightness- bear down like you're tryng to shit when he pushes in, clench your hole on the out stroke. 2. Position- three positions that I find that can bring a top to the edge are: 1) on my stomack, pillow under my pelvis, legs together, 2) him sitting in a chair and I sit on his cock facing away from him, ass pushed out like I'm twerking, legs together, rocking my hips, and 3) missionary on the bed, back arched, ass off the edge of the bed, legs on his shoulders while he's standing. Bottom line is you want maximum penetration coupled with maximum friction/contact with your walls. 3. Attitude- how you say it is just as important as what you say. If you genuinely love the dick, your words and actions will show it. "I am one with the dick, the dick is in me." 4. Tolerance- learn to take the dick forcefully and deeply. You may not like the dull pain when a top hits your S-curve but tops love it. They love the feeling of bottoming out in you and the sensation of their cock head rubbing hard against your sugar walls. If you wanna up your game, learn how to get the dick past the S-curve. It brings a whole new sensation for you and the top. 5. If all else fails, fall back on using your hands. Swirl your tongue all over his cock head while stroking him off. Be sure to use lots of lube or spit. When stroking him, rotate your hand 180 degrees so that your fingers run along the bottom of his dick (same stimulation when he jerks off). Use your other hand and massage his balls or pull the skin of his dick taut at the base of the shaft. Don't be disappointed if he can't cum at first. Take a break, have a drink, make out, play around, get back to business. Often times the first nut is the hardest, especially if it's the first time you guys are fucking.

Pornhub mostly - I like how they post "related vids" and once I get on a theme it leads me to more and more I don't jack off to cum TOO much anymore - mostly edge to get myself hornier/sleazier before a hookup, and I pretty much always have it on in the background when a guy or guys come over. Love group sex, and I guess it makes me feel like there's more guys there - or at least something hot to focus on if they don'w exactly look like their pics lol. Seems like pornhub has a decent number of full length vids I can run as background for a playdate!

The next week was strange for Zeke. He was on edge about the whole ordeal. The only reason he had left his house was for groceries. After getting what he needed, he walked back out to his car and began to load them into the trunk. He wasn't paying attention when someone came from behind him, a piece of cloth going around his mouth and nose. "Shh.. just go under," the gruff voice said. Zeke flailed for a few moments before falling limp against what felt like a brick wall. He was out for a few hours, before finally waking. Dazed and confused, he looked at his surroundings. In front of him was a thick, heavy metal door with a place for food to be passed into the room. The walls were brown stone, thick and jagged. Fear filled his mind as he ran to the metal door and began to beat on it. "Let me out! Please! I'll give you whatever you want!" He began to beg, tears streaming down his face before he slid down the cold metal. He thought it was hopeless. He was going to die here. Zeke laid there sniffling when he heard footsteps. It sounded like thick leather boots stepping on pavement. His eyes shot open and he ran to the back of the room. His heart was thumping out of his chest. The door began to unbolt, and his fear was back as he saw the man standing there. "Please.. no...." In the doorway, there was a Goliath of a man. His frame covered the whole entrance of the door way. A thick, furry chest with a leather harness was attached. Zeke's eyes fell further down and he could see he didn't have anything over his cock, which was flaccid, but still hung low between his thighs. When he moved his eyes back to meet his captor's eyes, he saw a black hood that covered his head, with cutouts for his nose, mouth and eyes. Most curiously, sticking out the sides of his head were two thick ram-like horns. "Get up," he commanded. Zeke wasn't sure if it was the same voice from earlier. He got up, shaking as the beast walked in, only to grip Zeke's shirt and ripped it from his lithe body, doing the same with Zeke's shorts and his underwear.

Oh my yes, I love to wear a diaper and go shopping. It is awesome to stop in the aisle for a moment and fill my diaper with piss. Even more so if I can do it one or more times and get the diaper very wet and heavy so it starts trying to slide down. A few times I have over flowed and had piss run down my leg. once as I was checking out. I have wondered if others could smell it or see the wetness on the inseam of my pants.

I was forced into bareback sex and taking loads. Until a particular hookup, I had always used condoms. Back during my freshman year in college I hosted this hot white guy with a gigantic dick, 8" and thick. Once the fucking started he used a condom at first ... about 10-minutes into getting fucked while on my back, he flips me on my stomach, places all his weight on one arm and places it on my back ... then pulls out of my ass, rips the condom off, and plunges back in my ass, raw. I tried to get away but I'm only 115 pounds, and he was 6'2" 180. He proceeded to fuck me rough and hard ... and I eventually started moaning and thrusting my ass back on his dick. About 15-minutes later he says I better enjoy his loads. He thrusts deep in my ass and dumps the first of four loads in my ass. Up until this forced breeding, I had never felt a dick pulse and get thicker. Ever since then, I can't take wrapped dick. Just didn't feel nearly as good.

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