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Part 2: Jared and the Jock “What do you mean I need to pay to go in?” Jared complained. “I’m just looking for a friend.” “Uh huh.” The man at the sauna entrance rolled his eyes. “Everyone is just looking for a friend in there.” Jared’s face turned red. “That’s not what I meant! I’m just looking for MY friend. He came in earlier and isn’t answering my calls.” “You think that, maybe, he’s just busy having a good time?” The clerk smirked. “Maybe he doesn’t want to be bothered?” The thought had occurred to Jared... he wasn’t stupid. He, of course, preferred his own interpretation. He would go in, save Ryan, who would be so grateful that he would (of course) FINALLY agree to be boyfriends. “Please. I just want to make sure he’s ok.” “Sorry, mate. Either you pay, or you stand aside to let the guys waiting behind you to go in.” “Ease up, Dave.” A voice said behind Jared. “I’ll cover him.” Jared turned around. And up… the man behind him was tall, about 6 foot 2 and about 22 years old he guessed. Jared tried not to stare: at the man’s almost almond shaped brown eyes, dark hair, full lips… or his oh SO very tight and fit body. It was all Jared could do to not reach out and feel the red shirt which was caressed the stranger’s chest. Or glance down at what the blue jeans were hiding. “Oh. Um.” Jared stuttered. “Th-thank you so much.” “No worries, mate.” The man smiled (sending Jared's heartbeat racing) as he paid for both their admissions. “I’m Hal.” “I’m Jared.” “Let’s go inside and see if we can find your friend.” Hal put a hand on Jared’s lower back and steered him. Jared blushed. He needed to stay focused on Ryan he told himself... but the hand felt soooo good there. So natural. Firm but gentle. He didn't object. The twink did not notice the wicked grin that Hal shared with the clerk. “You have to be careful in places like this.” Hal said. “The vultures in here will be all over a beautiful guy like you. But don’t worry, I’ll protect you.” Jared just nodded. He felt so lucky to have stumbled on such a nice guy. And he had to admit, he loved the jealous looks other guys were throwing his way. Hal insisted they change into the towels the clerk had given them. “It will be easier if we just blend in.” He assured Jared. If Hal had been sexy fully dressed, Jared almost passed out seeing him get naked and wrap the towel around him. He even caught a glimpse of Hal’s cock. Hal’s very big cock. Jared's own cock, decent size if nothing special he knew, started to swell in response. He tried to cover it. If Hal had noticed, however, he was polite enough not to say anything. A man who looked like Hal was probably used to that reaction Jared told himself. "The club is kind of a big circle." Hal said as he they walked. He whispered in Jared's ear as they walked, pointing out the different areas. Jared could barely focus on the words. There was no sign of Ryan. “Maybe he’s, you know, in one of the booths right now?” Hal suggested. “Let’s sit down and wait a few minutes then we can go around again.” Jared just nodded. He wanted to find Ryan, of course he did, but he definitely didn’t mind all this attention he was getting from Hal. The tall man led him to a little room with a series of benches. Porn was playing on a TV screen. Jared blushed and tried not to look. But his eyes kept betraying him. He had watched porn before, alone in his room, always praying for forgiveness after. It was different seeing it here with other people around. Both more embarrassing and more exciting. “Tell me about your friend.” Hal asked. “How do you know each other.” “We’ve known each other for years. From both school and church. We're both Mormons -- the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. Well. I am. Ryan doesn't think of himself as a member anymore." “You sound like you really care for him.” “I do. I always have.” Jared said with a sigh. “I mean, I know he doesn’t see me that way. As anything more than a friend. But I keep hoping.” Hal put his arm around Jared’s shoulder and pulled him close. Jared allowed himself to rest against the muscular chest. He was sad when thinking about Ryan but his cock was straining even harder from feeling Hal’s hard body against his. He felt like a feather laying on a rock. It was so comfortable. So perfect. “It’s ok.” Hal assured him, pulling them closer. “There is someone out there for you. Either your friend or someone else.” “I hope so. Sometimes I want to just give up. I’ve been saving myself for him. I want to lose my virginity with him. But I think I’m going to die alone.” He didn’t see the hungry look in Hal’s eyes when he mentioned his virginity. “Shhh. Don’t talk like that. Let’s take another walk around and see if we can find him. Ok?” Jared didn’t want to stand up or stop resting against Hal but he did as he was told. He was very pleased, however, when Hal’s hand rested again on his lower back. Slightly lower this time. In that area where it was hard to say if the hand was on his lower back or his butt. Either way, Jared couldn't deny he liked the touch. But still no Ryan. After a couple of circuits of the club they found themselves again in the video room. Jared leaned against Hal without thinking. Just feeling the heat and sexiness of the man. Hal leaned over and kissed his cheek. Jared turned and allowed their lips to meet. Hal’s breath smelled like a breath mint, he thought absently. A very very sexy breath mint. Out of the corner of his eye, Jared noticed two guys walk into the video room. “I’m telling you, he was the hottest piece of ass I’ve had in years.” One of the men said. “A college boy I’m guessing. He had the look.” Jared glanced over without unlocking his lips from Hal. The two men were older, probably in their sixties, and the one talking was flabby and saggy both front and back. His friend was taller and gaunt. He looked ill. “Yeah, yeah.” The gaunt man teased. “You always get lucky when there are no witnesses.” “Well, you should have gotten here earlier. He’d clearly been fucked a couple times tonight — raw based on the cum dripping from his ass — but he was still tight.” Jared’s stomach felt like a lead balloon. Sinking. “Sure, sure.” The gaunt man said. “Well, I suppose I should at least be grateful you aren’t claiming he gave you his virginity.” “Believe me or not. The slut laid there and let me breed his ass. His fit little body writhing and working out my load. He moaned like a bitch too. Didn’t say much but but sounded like he was from London or somewhere close. Posh little cum slut. It was heaven.” Jared couldn’t breathe. He broke the kiss with Hal and turned to face the two men. They didn't even notice him. The gaunt man paused. “You're serious, aren’t you? Some college boy really let you fuck him?” “Told you man, you should have gotten here earlier.” Tears welling up his eyes, Jared jumped up and ran from the room. The old men's eyes followed him curiously. And hungrily. Hal caught up with him in the locker room and put his arm around him again. Holding him as Jared’s body shook with sobs. “I’m guessing that was your friend they were talking about?” “Ryan was willing to get fucked by THAT?” Jared choked out between sobs. “That old fat guy? But doesn’t want to be anything other than friends with me? What the hell is wrong with me? Am I ugly or something?” Hal put his fingers on Jared’s jaw, turning him to face him. “That’s enough of that. I don’t want to hear you say that again.” Jared couldn’t believe how lucky he was. How he had found someone who was so kind when he needed it most. Hal kissed him again. “Let’s get you out of here. OK?” Jared nodded. The two got dressed again and then he let Hal lead him back out of the sauna. Yet again, he didn’t see the smiles and winks between the clerk and Hal. Or the thumbs up that the clerk gave Hal behind his back. “Let’s get you a cab, ok?” Hal said. “I don’t have money for a cab.” “Well, I’ll give you money. I don’t want you walking home alone.” “You don’t have to…” “I want to. And I want to see you tomorrow.” Hal glanced at his watch. “Or today rather. Tonight. A date if you are up for it. Is that ok?” Jared smiled in spite of his torment. And nodded. He was so lucky. Maybe heavenly father could forgive him for being gay. Could allow him to meet someone so wonderful and kind. Hal put his phone number and address in Jared’s phone while they waited for the cab. “So, I’ll see you at 8. Right?” “Yes, that sounds good.” Jared wanted Hal to invite him over now, just to hold him. He didn’t want to be alone, but was afraid to say anything. Hal pulled him close as the cab pulled up, gave him a long and lingering kiss, and held his cell phone up and snapped a picture. “Just something to remind myself how gorgeous you are.” Jared was blushing as he climbed in the cab. The cab driver was watching him in the rear view mirror but didn’t make any comments. Hal watched the cab pull away then pulled his phone back out and uploaded the picture he had just taken. He laughed to himself as he typed out the message to his followers: See this hot little twink? This fine piece of virgin meat doesn’t know it yet, but I’m going to take his cherry in less than 24 hours. Raw. On camera. And he is going to beg me for it. All my subscribers will, of course, get full access to the video. Pre-order now to hear this little cunt scream for mercy.” Hal hummed to himself as he put the phone in his pocket and went back into sauna. The thought of breaking in, and hopefully pozzing, a virgin hole had him rock hard. And there were always guys in the sauna who would happily take his load no questions asked. Life was good.

Sitting at home I was pretty bored one evening and being a horny 24 year old I decided to hit the gay chat rooms to see what was about. I flitted around from room to room, now I didn't actively engage in bareback sex but I had dabbled once or twice with guys I knew, I clicked on the barebacksex room and looked at the profiles of the men. One in particular struck me 'BigChris', as his profile opened I had a good look through. He was 36, six feet 10 inches, rugby build, extra large uncut, bareback only. The pictures posted of him in jeans with his cock hanging out and unmistakable tattoos on his arms gave me an immediate erection. At only five feet seven inches with average build, brown cropped hair, and okay looking I thought to myself he is way out of my league. Anyway I opened a chat window and sent a message "Great profile." then closed the window and continued browsing. He was also stated at being in east London and I was south east so quite a journey to get from one side to the other, believing that would that. No more that a couple of minutes had passed when window opened from BigChris. Him: "Thanks, what are you into?" Me: "Hi, usual stuff, kissing, sucking and fucking. And you?" Him: "Kissing, fucking, top only, never bottom." Me: "Do you only go bareback?" Him: "Yup, I plough and plant." Me: "Okay, interesting but I am neg." Him: "Poz here and I don't pull out for no one." Me: "That's pretty hot, but probably not for me, but thank you." Him: "Always happy to plant my seed in you if you change your mind. Bye" My cock felt like it was going to explode as I sat in the chair looking at our chat window and jacked off furiously until I shot my load. Well that was exhausting I thought to myself and headed off to bed. I had never considered myself a chaser of poz seed but it got me so aroused thinking about it. Around six months later I decided to flat share with a mate and we got a place just outside Greenwich in south east London. A few weeks after moving in I went on-line and updated my profile location, I then started to check out the local talent around this area. About 5 minutes in a chat window opened from BigChris, I was shocked that he even remembered me and our conversation. Him: "Hello, how are you?" Me: "Hi, I am good thanks, how are you?" Him: "Good. I see you moved to near Greenwich." Me: "Yes, about 10 minute walk away." Him: "Great, I am in Greenwich, would still love to meet you." Me: "I could do daytime at the weekend." Him: "No, I like late evening meets, I only like to cum once a day that way I make sure theres plenty of seed to plant." Me: "You tease, lol" Him: "Come over tonight." Me: "Okay, but let's see how we get on before anything happens." Against my better judgment I had just agreed to meet a poz guy with the possibility of engaging in bareback sex. But lust had taken over and I headed off and found myself walking towards his block of flats. Standing outside the door I contemplated if I should really do this, but my hand had already knocked on the door and I stood waiting. The door opened and and there he stood tall and well built his body almost completely framing the door way as he invited me in. I crossed over the threshold, he had a t-shirt and boxers on and I could see what lay beneath the fabric. We made small talk and sat on the sofa, he arm went around my neck pulling me in towards him as he kissed me tenderly on the mouth. I placed my hand under his t-shirt and stroked his chest, his mouth opened forcing mine to open in unison as his tongue sought mine. We kissed for several minutes then his hand began pushing my head down towards his crotch, my face buried I could feel the stirring to life of his cock. I moved his boxers down to reveal a beautifully formed long thick cock and ample balls, I took the cock in my mouth and began teasing the foreskin as he moaned, leaning his head back against the sofa. Slowly taking more of his shaft into my mouth, I made it a point to apply enough pressure to pull the foreskin back revealing the head. My tongue and lips caressed, licked and sucked gently at the steadily hardening shaft. Pulling himself and me to our feet, he took my head into his massive hands, kissed, and guided me towards the bedroom. His body and power was overwhelming as he stripped me naked and pushed me on to the bed. In no time he removed what clothes he had on and was laying next to me. His face was over mine as he kissed me deeper and with more urgency. I felt my legs wriggling with arousal, my toes curled, and my cock was at boiling point. Through his seemingly endless kisses, my mouth was beginning to fill with his saliva as his free hand was playing with my ass making circling motions around my hole. I let out sigh after sigh at the intense pleasure I was feeling. Slowly he knelt up and flipped me on to my stomach then pulled me up on all fours. I felt him move around behind me. I hear a click and felt a cooling gel being liberally applied to my hole. I gasped and waited holding my breath. Slowly I felt the head of his cock nudging away at my hole very gently. A moan of delight escaped my lips as I felt my ass opening as he pushed his cock in my ass. There was certainly pain, but there was also excitement and comfort from the sensation of his beautiful cock head being buried in my ass. His hands clasped like vices around my hips as he began the long journey of pushing his shaft in, all the way to his balls. It seemed to take an age and every inch caused my head to snap back and moan, my legs shuddered with every stroke that filled my ass. It was beginning to feel uncomfortable, he wriggled his hips and gave one last push and I yelped in pain and felt his balls tapping at my ass. He stayed there for a moment and began slow deep thrusts hardly take his cock out but making sure I felt that he was fully inside my body. He leaned over the top of me and placed his arms either side of mine, still balls deep in me he began to slowly grind his hips against my ass. The sensation was incredible. Involuntarily I shouted "Oh fuck!" Whispering in my ear, he reminded me "I'm gonna plough you and plant my poz seed deep inside, there is no going back now." Reality snapped back and I decided this was not such a good thing. As I opened my mouth to speak his left arm disappeared from view as I felt it tighten around my waist locking me in to position. He laughed as he sensed I had second thoughts and said "A little security to make sure you don't try to slide off when I start planting my seed." His thrusts began to get harder and faster, my moaning and gasping aroused him even more. My body was immobilised and I knew I would not be escaping this. I began to relax and started enjoying the fucking my ass was getting, urging him to go harder. Suddenly he grunted, his hips locked up tight against me. His cock gave an almighty pulse as I felt the warm liquid shoot in to my ass "Fuck" I screamed, another pulse of liquid planting deep inside me. I was in heaven as he continued releasing seed and planting it deep. As he relaxed he collapsed on top of me pinning my body on the bed, I pulled my ass cheeks wider and he gladly obliged and pushed his cock in even further. His cock still buried inside he rolled me on to my side with the arm that had held me in position, pulling me close up to him, his other arm went across my chest. It was obvious I was not going anywhere soon, so I relaxed and fell asleep. We woke in the morning still in the same position and I felt his cock was still where he left it. He kissed me on the neck as he slowly extracted his cock from my ass. I was still in a little shock at how much of a slut I had been. Still, I rose and dressed as I need to head home, shower and get to work. As he opened the door he commented "We will be doing this again."

Part 43 - Working on Vacation Joe got up early Christmas eve and showered. He showered, cleaned out, got all of his stuff ready and got an uber to get to the clients place. The guy had contacted him soon after he put up his travel escort ad. The client had been pretty specific when they talked about the things he was into. Joe was to be a cumdump bottom for the guy and his buddy. The guy told him he was poz and only barebacked and Joe assured him that wouldn’t be an issue. Joe looked forward to this gig since he hadn’t been bottoming as much as he wanted to and the loads he had taken on the trip already just made him want more. Joe looked around as the car came to a stop in front of a nicely kept suburban house. He knocked at the door and a burly man opened the door with only a towel around his waist. His large chest was covered with a thick salt and pepper pelt of hair over several tattoos and both nipples were pierced with thick barbells. His head was shaved bald and he had a bushy salt and pepper beard that hung down several inches. Joe thought that next to the definition of “daddy bear” in the gay dictionary was a picture of his client. “You Dave?” the guy asked as he looked Joe over from head to foot and Joe nodded. “Right on time, I like that in a boy. I’m Tim” the client muttered as he walked through the house towards the master bedroom. Joe followed and when he got into the room he looked around. There were several eyelets screwed into the ceiling and a sling was hanging in the corner next to the sliding door that led to the patio. On the bed laid another bear, similar to the client but with short cropped hair on his head and an even bushier beard and fur covering every inch of his torso and onto his back. The guy was slowly stroking a thick pierced cock with a large 00ga PA. “This is my buddy Ed. We like to tag boys together and rarely fuck a guy twice, even if they’re good. We just like spreading our seed to as many as we can. Unfortunately it doesn’t have the same kick it once did and we’re undetectable now” Tim said as he took his towel off and tossed it by the door. Joe set his bag down and started to take his clothes off feeling overdressed. “You didn’t seem to have a problem with us being poz and wanting to fuck raw, so I assume you are either poz or chasing” Tim said as he watched Joe pull his shirt off and drop his baggy shorts to the floor. “I think we have our answer” Ed said as he spotted the scorpion tattoo. Joe chuckled and said “Yeah, I’m poz.” “Meds?” asked Tim. “Nope, fully charged” quipped Joe as he moved closer to the bed. “Hmm, then we may need a little more of your time after we get done fucking you” Tim said and then continued “Turn around, boy. Let me see all of you.” Joe slowly rotated showing off his tight body, his ass framed by the jockstrap, his firm six pack and his muscular arms and legs. “I guess you’re not afraid of advertising your status” Ed said as he spied the biohazard tattoo on his calf. “Poz and proud” Joe replied as he spied Tim stroking his cock more energetically. “Lets start over on the sling” Tim said and Joe moved over and laid back on it, sliding his feet through the straps. Joe adjusted his ass so that it was just hanging over the leather giving Tim and Ed good access. Tim got on his knees and started to run his fingers between Joe’s ass cheeks brushing over his fuckhole and then pushing his index finger in dry. Joe relaxed his hole and felt the finger scrape as it went in and Tim pulled it out and tasted it. “Mmm, good boy. No lube yet. That’s what spit and precum are for” Tim stated. Tim licked his finger and pushed it back in, fucking slowly with his finger and feeling Joe relax and then clamp down on it. The grin on Tim’s face was obscured by his beard and the position that he was in but he knew he was going to enjoy breeding Dave. He pushed his face in and Joe felt the beard press against his ass then his tongue lick and poke his hole. Tim was grunting and snorting as he rimmed Joe’s pussy and Ed was sitting on the edge of the bed stroking his own cock and watching Tim have his fun. Joe looked over at Ed and motioned with his head to come over. Ed got up and moved in closer with Joe leaning his head off the leather and opening his mouth. Ed took the hint and slid his cock into Joe’s waiting mouth. Joe had been spitroasted like this many times and devoured Ed’s cock. His tongue and lips slid down the shaft as Ed pushed in and out, moaning from the blowjob that Joe was giving him. It felt so much better than his hand and he began to thrust in harder and further. Joe’s cock was straining at the pouch of his jockstrap and soon the tip broke free up past the top band. His piercing and cock head climbed out of the pouch, dripping charged precum on his abs. Tim stood up with spit dripping from his beard and lined up his cock with Joe’s saliva covered hole and pressed forward. The pressure pushed Ed’s cock further into Joe’s throat and then Joe’s hole yielded and Tim’s cock slid slowly inside. Ed and Tim both pushed simultaneously and skewered Joe completely. Tim’s bush was pressed firmly against Joe’s ass and Ed’s was similarly planted against Joe’s lips. Tim looked at Ed and nodded and the two began to fuck their respective holes simultaneously. Joe could tell that they had fucked guys together for a while, he heard no verbal communication but figured it was just facial or head gestures that told each other what was next. As the thrusts got harder, Joe could hear the jangle of the sling’s chains and the grunts from his two impalers. He worked his ass muscles on Tim’s cock and his tongue, lips and throat on Ed’s. Tim slammed in hard a few times and yanked his cock out yelling “Oh, fuck! Not yet!” which left Ed fucking Joe’s mouth a few more times before he too pulled out. Ed moved to the other end and slammed his cock into Joe’s puffy hole. Joe felt the large PA tug at his outer ring briefly before driving into Joe’s hole all the way. Ed started the sling swinging with Joe’s hole fucking itself onto his cock. Soon, Ed began thrusting his hips to meet Joe’s hole and was pounding into Joe with force. The jangle of chains, the slap of skin and the grunts of horny men filled the room until Ed drove in hard and grabbed Joe’s legs tightly. His cock pulsed and throbbed, pumping the neutered poz cum into Joe’s cunt. Ed yelled out as each volley shot into Joe, the yells got quieter as the shots got weaker. Joe watched Ed as his orgasm built and faded, the sweat dripping off his body and matting some of the fur. “Fuck boy, that’s a good hole” exclaimed Ed as he pulled his cock out. Tim moved swiftly and took Ed’s place, shoving his cock back into Joe’s now cum soaked hole. Tim’s second round only lasted about ten minutes, but he furiously drilled his cock into Joe. Tim uttered grunts, groans and expletives and it was a brutal fuck. It had been a while since Joe could remember anyone pounding his hole that hard for that long. He knew he would feel this fuck for a few days but he could tell from the look on Tim’s face that he was enjoying it. Finally, Tim pulled all the way out and slammed in, leaning forward and clutching Joe and the leather seat as his body shook and his cock throbbed. Joe could feel the cock pulse in his hole and he knew he was getting a large load from the big man. Tim’s face was inches away from Joe’s and their eyes locked. Joe could tell that Tim was sated, at least for now, but wasn’t prepared for the deep kiss that Tim gave him next. It lasted for minutes until Tim’s cock had softened and fell out of Joe’s pussy. Tim got up and said “Thank you boy, that was one of the best fucks I’ve had in a long time.” Joe laid in the sling, feeling cum drip out of his ass. As his breathing returned to normal, Joe extracted his feet from the straps and sat up, sliding out of the sling. He wasn’t sure what to do next since Tim had mentioned going longer when they were done with the fuck. Was there going to be an act two? “Well boy, if you are half as good a top as you are a bottom, then I know someone that will be pleased” Tim said. He walked over and pushed a button next to the bed and turned to Ed. “I think its time Jordan got his first real load” Tim said. There was a knock at the door and it opened. In walked a dark haired boy with a thick leather collar around his neck and completely naked. He had no body hair that Joe could see. “Jordan, assume your position on the edge of the bed, on all fours” Tim commanded. “Yes, Sir” Jordan responded. As Jordan walked by, Joe saw a barcode tattoo between Jordan’s shoulder blades. It was the only mark on his pale white skin. He got on the edge of the bed and knelt down, his ass over the edge and then went down on his hands. “Dave is our friend and he would like to fuck you and give you a Christmas present. You will obey what he says” Tim said in an even tone. “Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir” replied Jordan. Joe walked over to Tim and whispered in his ear “Sir, how old is Jordan?” Tim whispered back “Don’t worry, boy. He is old enough, he just looks younger without any hair. He just turned twenty one.” Joe nodded and walked over to the edge of the bed and freed his stiff cock from the jockstrap’s pouch. He walked over and ran his hands over Jordan’s soft butt. He spread the cheeks and pushed his finger into the tight hole. It was unlubed as Tim apparently preferred. He knelt down and spit into the hole and and worked it in with his finger. He added more spit and then lubed his cock up with another shot of spit while he leaned in and tongue fucked Jordan’s pussy. Joe could feel Ed and Tim walk up on either side of him and watch as he prepped the hole. He pushed his finger in next to his tongue and roughly jabbed it. He twisted his finger around the boy’s hole, scraping his fingernail which elicited a yelp and jump from Jordan. “Don’t move” barked Tim. Joe jabbed and twisted his finger a few more times and pulled back from Jordan’s hole and stood up. Joe placed his hands on Jordan’s hips and could feel the boy trembling. Joe rested his piercing on the center of the well used hole and tightened his grip on Jordan. With one hard lunge, he shoved his cock all the way in and felt Jordan’s body spasm from the rough intrusion. “Fuck YEAH!” yelled Ed while Jordan tried to stifle his scream. Joe waited for the spasms around his cock to fade before he started to fuck. He gave Jordan long, hard thrusts and moved his hips around so that his cock would stab in different directions each time. He could feel his cock and piercing dig into the walls of Jordan’s colon. “Its been a while since I had a front row seat to a boy’s pozzing” Ed said as he stroked his cock harder. Joe’s thrusts got harder as he slammed into the boy’s neg hole, torturing it more and more. “Do it boy, breed him. Knock him up and bring him into the brotherhood” Tim whispered into Joe’s ear. Joe liked the feeling of the boy’s warm hole. Jordon knew how to take a cock and make it feel good with his ass muscles. Joe got a good rhythm going with his precum coating Jordan’s guts and his PA repeatedly grinding into the soft walls. After 20 minutes of nonstop drilling, he could hear Jordans moans show his discomfort. Ed and Tim were pawing at his body while he pounded Jordan’s hole fast and hard for several strokes before shoving in and holding the boy tight as his cock shot ropes of virus filled cum into the battered cunt. Joe couldn’t believe how many spurts of cum he shot into Jordan’s neg fuckhole and then watched as Ed and Tim shot their loads all over Jordan’s face. “Thank you Sir for your special cum. I will remember this day for the rest of my life” Jordan told Joe. Joe pulled his cock out of the ravaged hole and saw the telltale spots and streaks of red on his cock and piercing. Tim pushed a buttplug into the hole as soon as Joe’s cock was clear and Jordan swung around and cleaned his cock off thoroughly. Joe let the boy clean him off and then walked back and started to dress. Tim walked back and peeled eight hundred dollar bills off of a wad of money and gave it to Joe. “Thank you, boy. You were outstanding. I will give Jordan a break for a few weeks to see if your breeding pozzed him. If not, I have several friends that will pay good money to be the one that does it.” Joe smiled and put the money in his pocket and opened the app on his phone to call for a ride. Tim showed him out and Joe sat on the front steps a few minutes until the car pulled up. He got in, hoping that the cum in his ass wouldn’t leave a spot on the car seat. It was a short ride back to Mark’s apartment and when he got there he walked in, with Mark and Eric grinning at him. Joe smiled and headed to the bathroom to dump the client’s loads and shower. When he was done he walked into the spare bedroom and climbed in bed with Kyle and kissed him before passing out.

Today. Horny as hell. On Grdr and was chatting with a hot son. He came over and I started rimming his hole..He was moaning and groaning..My dick was dripping I was so fucking horny. As I get ready to slide inside his hole, he looks back and says.."you have a condom right?" I said no, I don't use them and I clearly say in my grdr profile that I want bareback. "No deal" he says. I only fuck safe. WTF? Didn't you read my fucking profile? Idiot. Now I'm stuck with blue balls and he is getting dressed. Out the door. Fuck. I'm back on grdr trying to find a real guy. Luck has it. A hot cum dump son I had talked to earlier is back online. "did you dump your load yet?" he asks. "NO" I have several. I need to fuck bare and drop several loads inside no pull out and only bare. "I'll be over in 10 min" he sends back..FUCK YES> In about 10 min there is a knock on the door..hot son hairy and horny comes in drops his clothes as he is coming in..he's in heat like me. Needs cock in his hole. Its very hungry and needs to be seeded. He is sucking me..OMG feels so good I could shoot in his mouth. But I WANT ASS> I turn him around and rim.."daddy please slide in me and feed me your loads" I slide my cock inside. I am pounding my cock up his hole. On his back. He is on his stomach taking my cock deep. whimpering and moaning..Fuck it feels good. Hot man sex. I think I growled with the first load..It shot out of my balls and shot deep in his hole. My cock was throbbing and I shoved deep inside. I know he felt my cum load and he moaned his approval..I kept fucking him and pounding that wonderful hole now full of cum. I shot another load deep inside. Both of us moaning with pleasure." We rest and he is sucking me hard again..kissing me deep..omg this boy is hungry. I'm hard again and slide inside his hole. I fuck for all I'm worth.Like my life depends on giving my load to him and he is saying "yes, yes yes yes yes give it to me yes yes.." Here I cum again son.. I blast his hole a third time. We keep fucking and soon he is coaxing a 4th load out of my cock..omg squeezing my cock and milking it..I'm so blissful..I roll off and close my eyes..he is back on my cock.."I need your cock again daddy" sucking coaxing it up..how the fuck? I get hard and get on again and ride his hole to another orgasm. He is squeezing and milking my cock..we lay together with his back to me and my body against his. Heat from both of us keeping us warm..He is wiggling his ass against my dick again..turns his head to kiss me deep..it gets me up and I play with his hole with my cock..it is dripping. both my cock and his hole wanting more. Needing to merge again. I'm on top and I thrust my cock deep inside. It finds that spot and he lets out a great big moan..fuck that turns me on. I'm pounding and sweating as I fuck him..He is moaning "please seed me dad" I cum one more time..A great big orgasm. I have no idea where it came from but damn it felt great! I roll off him and we are exhausted. We look at the clock and its been over 2 hours of sex. He gets up wobbling legs and thanks me. gets dressed and leaves..I tell him to stay in touch because dad needs his hole. he promises to reach out. I hope he does..but whatever. It was an incredible afternoon! Dick is happy and balls are empty..6 loads. Until tomorrow probably..lol or tonight. hehe Thanks Grdr!!

We had a game the next day and we finally won against one of the better teams. We taunted them about getting beaten by a bunch of fags. They took it well since we were just joking with them. We had one of our usual parties that night. I was really horny, but no one seemed to really turn me on. One of the guys from the team we beat had shown up and I sucked him for a while before he pushed me over a chair and fucked me hard. I think he could tell my mind was elsewhere, but he just needed to nut and after 15 minutes of fucking he blew his load up my cunt, slapped my ass, dressed and left. I had a few more beers and went home. Monday afternoon I had classes until late afternoon, but as soon as I was done I was headed back to the bar. I was about half a block away and I saw Frank walk out the front door. His truck was right in front and he hopped in and drove off. I stopped and turned around and went home. Tuesday I got held up at class and my team needed to meet to plan the next phase of our project so I didn’t even bother trying to see if he was at the bar. Wednesday I went back and sat down at the bar and there was no sign of Frank. The bartender came over and said “hi” to me and I ordered a beer. When I asked about Frank the bartender told me that he had been there Monday, but not the past two days. I slowly drank my beer and a guy hit on me but I wasn’t into it so he took off. My mind was fixated on Frank and I didn’t know why. My life had been filled with casual sex. I never cared who I hooked up with. When I was horny I found a guy and either I fucked him or he fucked me and then we went our own ways. I had never wanted any specific guy until now. When my beer was done I got up and left, waving to the bartender. Thursday I went back to the bar earlier and it was just like the day before. A few guys hanging around but no Frank. I got another beer and nursed it for a while and Frank never showed up. I finished up the warm beer and went to take a piss. Some little part of my brain hoped that I would find him in here waiting for me but the bathroom was empty. I emptied my bladder and walked out of the bar. I turned the corner and got near the end of the building and a large figure popped out from between the buildings into my path. “Boy, I hear you were lookin for me” Frank said. I stopped in my tracks and looked up. It must have been the beer, but he had a glow about him that I almost thought he wasn’t real. “Yes, sir” I replied. “Now, why would a young stud like you want to talk to me?” Frank asked. “I really don’t know, but I just do. There’s something inside me that tells me I have to” I replied. I had fucked many guys and never cared about what things were going on in their lives. Frank was different. He was the first guy with whom I had had sex who I wanted to get to know. “Thank you, Mike” he said and put his arm around me and we walked to the end of the block where there was a park. We sat on a bench and not much was said for almost 15 minutes until he just started talking. At first it was random things like “Its gonna get cold soon, there’s no cloud cover” and “Do you think the Eagles (our college team) have a chance this weekend?” We talked for a few hours and it got colder. I invited him back to my apartment to keep talking where it was warm. We spent a long time on the couch talking and eating the leftover pizza I had in the fridge. We moved to the floor and I leaned against the couch and Frank leaned against me. I held him tight and I finally took him to my bed. “We need to sleep, Frank” I told him. We both climbed into the bed naked and I spooned him until we both were asleep. I woke up in the middle of the night and took a piss. I climbed back in bed and he curled up next to me with his arm over my chest. I woke in the morning and felt his morning cock between my ass cheeks. Any other guy I would have tried to get it inside me and awakened him by riding him. With Frank, I couldn’t do that. He wasn’t just a cock. He finally woke up and was really disoriented. “Shit, what time is it?” he blurted. “5:30, Frank” I told him. “Fuck! I have to be at work in an hour,” he exclaimed as he took a lightening quick shower, dressed, and I drove him back to his truck and off he went to his job. It wasn’t how I wanted his departure that morning to be. I went to class, but all I could think of was Frank. I got to sleep with him, but nothing happened. We didn’t fuck like animals like I had hoped, but I still enjoyed every minute of being with him. When I got home after classes, there he was, sitting on the front steps of my apartment building. My heart started beating faster and a smile came over my face. “Hi, Frank. What are you doing here?” I asked. “I felt bad running out of here this morning. I didn’t even kiss you goodbye,” Frank replied. “Yeah, I know, but I understand. Come on up,” I answered. No sooner had we entered my apartment than Frank pinned me against the wall and his lips were on mine in a second. We were pulling each others clothing off and pawing at each other until I pushed him off and led him to the bedroom. Laying on my back, I pulled him on top of me and we kept kissing. I felt him push my legs wider as his ever growing cock nestled next to mine. I could feel the heat from his chest as he lay down on top of me. His tongue pushed my lips apart and the kisses got deeper with our beards pressed hard against each other. Frank grasped my hands and our fingers intermingled. He took control and pinned my hands above my head, holding me down and helpless to move, not that I wanted to. I’d had countless dreams of a muscled daddy bear taking me and fucking my brains out since the first time one of the older built construction guys had pushed to me to my knees at the home improvement store bathroom and made me suck him off. He pushed my legs even wider and slowly ground against me, our sweat making it easier to slide the more he moved. His grinding slowly became a humping motion and I was sure he wanted me as much as I wanted him. He stopped kissing me and pushed his body away from mine, but my hands were still pressed against the bed. A smile grew over his face as our spit dripped off his beard. Frank let go of my hands and moved his hands to my chest, each paw pressing down on my hairy pecs and then squeezing them. He moved back with his hands still on my chest, which was heaving up and down from my heavy breathing. His tongue flicked over the head of my cock right before he swallowed it all the way down. I moaned as I felt his mouth around my shaft. He sucked harder and his tongue bathed my cock which made me moan even louder. Frank's hands released their grip of my chest and slowly moved down my body until he reached my legs. Frank pushed them up, folding me up into an 'L'. My thighs were pressed against the sides of his head and his throat started to massage my cock head. I loved the feeling of his mouth on my cock in the bar, but this felt even better. I would buck my hips up and feel my cock drive deeper into his throat. He never seemed to complain when I would do it, in fact he seemed to suck even more energetically until I did it again and he popped off my cock and licked down the shaft to my balls. He sucked one ball in and tugged on it, covering it with spit and lapping at it with his tongue. He did the same with the other and my body shivered. When the second ball popped out of his mouth he started to push my legs back. I grabbed my thighs and rolled back, exposing my sweaty ass to him. I heard Frank growl and say “Fuck that is one gorgeous butt” before he buried his face in between my ass cheeks. I had never had anyone attack my ass quite like he did. His tongue probed, his lips kissed, his beard tickled and I felt his fingers pry my hole open. Most guys who had rimmed me did just enough to get the spit around and in for lube and the soon to follow fuck. With Frank, it seemed like this was the main event. My head rocked back and forth as I felt pleasure I had never experienced before. I have no idea how long Frank ate my ass (and I do mean eat - there was plenty of light biting and chewing on my ass and hole). If he did it for the rest of my life I would be a really happy cub. But he did stop and while I wanted more I also wanted to know what he might do next. He seemed to stare at my boi pussy for a long time and then he lowered my ass down and I felt his rock hard cock rub my crack and prying it apart. The feeling was almost as good as when his face was there but when I felt his cock against my hole I knew it was going to get better. “You want this, boy?” Frank asked staring right through my head. I nodded, trying to form words, but my mouth was not obeying. Finally I blurted out “Oh my god yes!” I felt that I had failed him by not sucking his cock first, but it seemed that it didn’t bother him. If this was the order he wanted this experience to go, then I would have to deal with it. His cock slowly sank into my ass and it felt wonderful. His bare cock getting deeper and deeper. Two men sharing the pleasure of becoming one. Our eyes were locked together and our moans told each other that we were both in a state of bliss. He began to roll his hips and his cock was pulling out and pushing in giving both of us pleasure. He rolled me back on my shoulders and fucked harder. I could tell that he was leaking precum inside me, since I felt that distinct sloppiness that happens as a cock lubes a hole. Frank grunted and moaned while his cock drove in and out of me. I moaned back, enjoying every stroke and hoping it would never end. The squeaking of the bed and the occasional thud as the frame hit the wall were just background music to the sex. This wasn’t lovemaking, but we were being as intimate as two men could ever be. I milked his cock and heard him moan louder. I wanted him to feel as good as I felt and I felt amazing. When his thrusts started to get erratic I knew he was getting close and I wanted to feel his seed deep inside me. Frank’s grunts got louder and ended with a very loud growl. His cock expanded and I felt the pulses as shots of Frank’s baby makers filled my gut. I looked back at Frank with a huge smile on my face which he saw when his orgasm ended and he opened his eyes. When he smiled back at me I became the happiest I had ever been. Slowly he lowered me back to the bed, his cock pulling out of me just at the end. I laid there a moment and Frank then laid down next to me. I leaned over and kissed his lips and then worked my way down his body. I licked up the shaft of his cock, tasting his cum and my ass juices. It was the first time I had ever sucked a cock after it had fucked me, but I needed to do this for Frank. Once I had licked his crotch clean I crawled back up and rested my head on his chest. The scent from his sweat was intoxicating and all of my senses were being overloaded. My ass throbbed and I could feel some of his cum drip out and on to my leg. It hadn’t been the first time a guy had cum inside me, far from it. But this was the first one that meant something. I had no idea if Frank felt the same way, but it was too late to ask since I could hear him lightly snoring. I fell asleep too and slept like a baby.

My last load was yesterday in Philly at a Bookstore there. I met a Black guy in one of the basement dark rooms. He wanted me to suck his 9 inch thick cock which I readily did. After sucking him for awhile and getting him hard as a rock I asked him if he wanted to fuck me. He answered Definitely. I immediately pulled down my gray sweats, bent over and positioned my hands on the dark room's walls to steady me while he pushed his bare black cock all the way into my already lubed ass. He fucked me for about 10 minutes. All the while saying how good is cock felt fucking my ass. I in turn kept telling him to fuck me harder. Pound my ass with your cock. When he was ready to cum he asked me did I want him to cum inside my ass. I quickly answered, Yes, Shoot your cum deep in me! At that point he pushed his cock all the way in my ass and shot his load. When he was done he pulled out, and I put my finger in my hole to feel how much cum he had deposited in me. I was happy to realize that it was a large amount. It has been awhile since anyone fucked me like he did, and hopefully I'll see him again on my next visit to Philly!

A week ago when in DC, I decided to cruise a building on a university campus to see if I could score any under stall action. This particular building was known for its active cruising scene, and the on-line posts seemed to indicate it was safe for non-students, and as I was fairly sure I could readily blend in with the student body at this particular university, so around 4:00 PM I made my way to the building, then up the staircase to the floor with the restroom that supposedly had the most cruising. Walking in, I found it was totally empty, still I could readily see why guys chose this place: the stalls were set far back from the door, and the door was quite squeaky, which afforded ample warning. Picking a stall in the middle, I entered, wondering how long I would wait before another guy showed-up. Fortunately the wait wasn't long. In less than five minutes the door squeaked open, and footsteps indicated the man was headed to the stalls. Peering through the crack between the stall door and wall I saw the newcomer was a tall muscular black guy who, by chance, I had noticed in the first floor main lobby when I had entered the building. The man took the stall next to mine, immediately dropping his trousers, and giving a quick tap with his foot. Clearly he new the game, and wasn't interested in wasting time. No, he was signalling he wanted to play. I returned his tap, but before he can respond again the door squeaked open. Again peering through the crack, again I saw a black guy, this time a trim man, probably in his early 30s. He entered the stall on the other side of me so now three consecutive stalls were occupied. The latest visitor unlatched his belt, dropped his pants, and sat on the commode. And immediately tapped his foot. I was sandwiched between two black guys, both of whom were looking for action! I tap my feet to let both of them it was safe to play. The muscular guy drops to his knees and slid his legs under the stall, presenting his huge, rock hard, eight inch, thick cock. Getting onto my knees, I stroked his cock with my left hand as I reached under the partition on the other side, gesturing for the other guy. Within seconds he slid his legs under the partition, presenting me with a second thick cock, probably about seven inches in length. The guy on my left reached under, and finding my ass, tested the lay of the land, and finding it acceptable, he momentarily withdrew his hand, returning when it was lubed with spit which, of course, he used to lube my hole nice and wet. I spat into my hand and lubed his cock, not wanting to waste time as I knew someone might enter and disrupt our fun at any moment. Squatting down, I slid onto his bare black cock, taking his entire length up my hole. As he commenced thrusting in and out of my hole, I leaned over and blew the other guy's hard cock. The guy fucking me started pounding me hard, and I could hear his breath quicken. I also knew when he climaxed as he not only moaned loudly, I could also feel his thick cock pulsate in my hole as his raw cock loaded me up with his cum. He quickly withdrew from my ass, and as he did so, I could feel some of his load leak out of my hole. I quickly stand up and lower myself on the other cock, honestly not caring if he came here to fuck or if he was even willing to fuck raw. He didn't pull away, so I bounced on his cock until he started to push and pull in and out of my ass. Within maybe a minute he pushed in deep and held his cock buried all the way in me, giving me his load. I squeezed my hole tightly as he pulled out, hoping to keep as much of the cum in me as possible. After the guys left, no one else entered for the next ten minutes. I pushed the loads out into my hand and licked up the warm gooey sperm, enjoying the taste as I jerked off. Leaving a few minutes later, I felt totally fulfilled for the balance of the day.

Yup, I've never nutted in a bottom who didn't want it, even if he may have hesitated some. By the time my balls emptied, their cocks were hard and ready for it.

Thanks! ---- That was pretty much my college life. Study hard, play some IM football games, and fuck with my gay friends. I never dated anyone and most of my sex was done in a group scene. My senior year started out the same and one Friday I was supposed to meet some friends at a gay bar down town. I got there really early since I mis-read the text message. I walked in and there was only the bartender and a couple other older guys at the bar. I sat down and ordered a beer and waited for everyone to show up. When they hadn’t arrived after 20 minutes, I read the message again and realized that I was going to have to wait at least an hour more. One of the older guys left and the other moved down closer to me. I’m sure most of the college students wouldn’t think he was hot, but I did. He was a muscular bear and what I thought I might look like in fifteen years. He introduced himself to me as Frank and we started to chat. He bought me a beer and when I was half way through it I had to go take a leak. I excused myself and went to the bathroom and went to the urinal and started to piss. When I finished, I washed my hands and was about to leave when Frank walked in to the bathroom. He looked straight at me and pushed me to the wall and started to kiss me. I was surprised, but didn’t fight back. We were two guys in a gay bar and we both knew we were attracted to each other. We kissed for what seemed like an hour but was only a few minutes and our hands groped each other. He grabbed my balls through my pants and I moaned. He unbuttoned and unzipped my pants and was on his knees sucking my cock before I knew it. It felt so good and he really knew how to give head. He got me hard and dripping and I was getting ready to blow my load down his throat when he stood up and pulled me into the stall. He turned around and pushed his pants down and there was his gorgeous hairy ass in front of me. “Fuck me Mike” was all he said. I spread his butt and rubbed my leaking cock around his hairy hole and heard him whimper. I spit on my hand and covered my cock with it and spit again and got some into his hole. I pushed in, then spit again on my cock head and then pushed harder until I felt his hole open up. It felt like heaven being inside him and I started to fuck him. I had never fucked anyone in a public place like that. Anyone could have walked in and found us but I didn’t care. His moans and growls turned me on as I fucked him and the harder I fucked the more vocal he was. I couldn’t keep my cock from shooting any longer and I planted my cock all the way in and held him tight as my cock shot a huge load inside him. I pulled my cock out and he spun around really fast and sat down on the toilet, licking my cock clean of all the cum on it. We pulled our jeans up and he gave me a quick kiss and I could taste my cum while we kissed. We walked back to the bar and sat down and he smiled at me. He finished his beer off and kissed me on my cheek and then left the bar. I sat there for a few moments and the bartender came over. I was the only one left in the bar but we both knew that wouldn’t last long. The Friday afternoon rush would soon be here. The lull before the storm, I suppose. “It looked like you had a good time in the john” the bartender told me. I blushed and said “yeah, I did. Sorry about that, I don’t normally do things like that in a public place.” “You could have fooled me. You pounded him like a pro” the bartender said. I looked back at him and my jaw must have been down around my feet. “You saw it?” I asked. “Yeah, we have cameras everywhere to make sure things don’t get too far out of hand” he replied. “Shit. I’m sorry. I won’t do it again” I said panicked that he was going to throw me out or call the cops. “Hey, don’t worry. I enjoyed it. I’m just surprised that you weren’t the one getting fucked. I’ve never seen Frank take cock before” he told me. I didn’t know what to say. I sipped my beer and wished he would disappear and my friends would show up. “So, he’s a regular here?” I finally asked. “Yeah, he comes in most every afternoon after he gets off work. Has a beer or two. Sometimes fucks a guy in the bathroom or storage room and goes home. He’s been kind of quiet the past few months since his partner, Rocky, died in a car crash. I was actually happy to see him go after you in the john. Maybe he’s getting back to his old self” the bartender said as a few people walked in the door. The crowd slowly filled the bar and finally my friends showed up. We drank and shot some pool. I eventually went home alone and laid there in bed thinking of Frank.

Part 35 　 After laying together for a while, we finally got up and headed to the kitchen. We got another cup of coffee, each, and sat down at the table. Hank asked, "well, what are your thoughts now about being fucked good? Looks like you are enjoying yourself?" I really had no idea how to reply for sure, but said, "I'm not sure. I still think about women a lot, but when I am with you guys naked, all I can think about is how wonderful it feels with your cocks pounding my hole and filling me with your cum." Hank said, "I can see you enjoy that and seem to crave more, even. What about the HIV?" I replied, "That is what is causing me the most worry. I want you to cum in me as it feels so good, but I still don't think I want that virus. It's so permanent." Hank said, "I used to have some doubts about it, too. Then I got to thinking. When I got that in me, it was a part of someone else I could carry in me forever. It just seems so intimate now. I hope you will embrace it as my gift of me to you." I could only stare at him. That made no sense and yet, a lot of sense at the same time. I was just so confused. It had only been barely a week since my first 'gay' experience and then I had only wanted sucked and then to try to suck, once. Now, I wasn't sure. I had let him fuck me and pull out and then let him fuck me and cum in me and so had Tom and Randy. I had about 8 loads of toxic cum in me right now. Sitting here thinking about it and my own cock so hard I think I could punch a hole in the wall with it. Why did this whole thing make me want more and more and knowing it is so bad and yet so fantastic? What made it harder to think was sitting there, both of us naked and his cock where I could see it and I could hear the unmistakable sounds of sex coming from outside. I could not seem to keep my eyes from dropping down to look at Hank's cock and the sounds making my own cock hard and throbbing. Every time I glanced his way, my eyes lowered and I could see that big cock and it was drooling precum out of his slit almost constantly. My mouth was watering and wanting to drop to my knees right then and lick every drop up. Didn't his cock ever stay down? I wanted more.

Just a little sanding and scuffing on the ball makes it a fine rough texture.

I spent the night working my fingers in his hole, I got 4 fingers in before he started complaining in his drowsy state. I decided to stop, he will be sore tomorrow. I flipped him over, and got out the chastity device, locked his cock up and left a plug on the night stand. “I have the key to the device, you can only cum with me. The plug is to go in when you get home from work after you prepare for me to come over,” I wrote on a paper on the night stand. I called him at 6am sharp to make sure he woke up in time for his morning routine. Sure enough he answered. “Hello?” he sounded groggy. “How are you feeling slut?” “Tired but good, I’m going to start my yoga, eat and go to work. You can text me though.” He was slowly getting back to normal. “I know slut, I like my bottoms flexible and responsible. Less work for us tops. You are to do your yoga naked today, and all curtains in the house are to be open.” “Y-Yes Sir” he stuttered in reply. “Is your pussy sore?” “Surprisingly no, Sir.” “Then you will put the plug in for yoga too, did you enjoy last night?” “mmhmm” “More to come tonight, have a good day slut.” I said as I hung up. I kept thinking about what he said last night, it made my morning wood scream to be played with. But I have to wait, save every load for this boy’s ass. “Fuck me until I’m pregnant” rang in my head. I can do that, I can fuck him until he’s pregnant. I remember seeing a story or two online about bottoms and tops whose fetish it is to become infected with HIV. It made me nervous, am I willing to become HIV positive? I just met this kid, he told me about his dreams and ambitions. He has a lot to look forward to, I on the other hand am set in life. I went to the computer and started researching HIV and AIDS, I remember studying it in dental school, everything has to be sterilized and new for each patient so we don't spread it. My research turned into edging as I found websites with videos of hot bottoms taking raw anonymous loads. Tops telling their bottoms they were going to be “POZ” after this fucking, “take my poz load”, “give me your poz load”. This was so new to me, but it was as intoxicating to watch and hear as the porn stars themselves. I almost stroked to orgasm and it seemed to pull me out of the mindset I was in. “Give it more time Rich,” I said to myself as I got ready for my day at work, “he’ll come around.” My day again was packed and it distracted me from the thought of this boy’s perfect ass. On my lunch break I looked at pictures I took of his ass as he was passed out. He took my cock like a pro bottom, he could be a little more vocal, but he flexed his hole at the right time during my thrusts, and the whole night was about me, his top, and my pleasure in using his body. I’ve never found that before, some bottoms can be so selfish, they cum as I fuck them and then they want to stop because they’re spent, not this boy. Would he really become gay? Is this possible? He showed me a picture of his girlfriend, he really knows how to choose them. He wants kids and comes from a nice family, how would they feel about his coming out? How would they feel about how his boyfriend being 20 years his senior? “Sir your next patient is here” my assistant peaked her head in the door to my office. “Thank you, be right there.” I replied, “back to work rich” I said to myself tying my hardon into my scrubs belt to calm it own. I went home and showered, my cock was hard the whole drive home, and the entire time I got ready to go over. “What to do tonight… “I thought to myself. It didn’t take long to know exactly what I was going to do tonight. “Is the plug in slut?” I text him. “Yessir, I’m ready for you when ever you’re ready” he replied. “Good, when I arrive, come out to the car and grab my bag, and walk me back into the house, see you in an hour.” I pulled up to the house he was watching and honked, surely someone will look out the window wondering if the honk was for them. I saw a shadow in the front window, the curtains were still wide open. He was hesitating, that’s the wrong thing to do. I honked again, a light turned on in the front room of a neighbor’s house, and the porchlight turned on at another house. Finally, Trevor emerged from the dark walkway to the front door. I rolled down the window, “Trevor, go turn on the front walk light, and come back to retrieve me and the bag.” “Y-yessir” he ran back to the house and turned the light on, and ran back to the car, he cock bouncing in the jock strap still locked tight. “Well?” I stood there outside the front door of my car, “I won’t remind you how to greet your lover” He quickly gave me a kiss on the lips, grabbed the bag and I held out my hand to walk back to the house with him. “No drinks tonight, I want you to be aware of everything we do to you tonight” I said when we got to the kitchen. He clearly caught what I said. “We?” his eyes opened wider. “Yes, we. You can’t really expect me not to share the best bottom I’ve ever had do you?” I said. “Head to the bedroom, and put this on, I’ll be in in a moment and tape your wrists to your ankles ass up”, and handed him a blindfold. He looked scared as he walked to the bedroom, his beautiful ass bouncing with every step, the plug glistening with leftover lube. I opened a beer and took out my phone, pretending to call people, inviting them over to fuck my “slutty bottom”. After a few “calls” I went to the bedroom. And used fetish tape to tape his wrists to his ankles like I said. Then took out my Bluetooth noise canceling headphones and put them on his head. Right before I turned them on I asked him, “my friends are on their way, your job is to please them with your pussy as you’ve pleased me. Do you want their cocks raw, or do you want them to cover up?” “I don’t know Sir” he replied. I opened up a popper bottle, and put it under his nose. “deep breath, and then answer me again slut”. After a few deep breaths I could see the plug moving about as the poppers did their job bringing ecstasy to his hole. “Raw, please” He moaned. “My friends are pretty slutty, what if they have something bad?” To my surprise he moaned, and replied, “I don’t care, I just want cum in my ass” “Wow what a good gay little bottom” I turned on the headphones and left the room turning off the lights. I came back in and started feeling up his smooth ass, spanking him once. I took out the plug and lubed up my cock a little, before slowly entering his slightly open inviting hole. I went slow, letting my hands travel his tight body, every once in a while, giving him a playful slap on the ass. I used slow deep strokes, bouncing my hips off his ass trying to take my time. His perfect hole got the better of me, I couldn’t take it anymore, pressing my cock as deep as I could into him I came. I took my cock out, shoved the plug back in and gave him two little slaps on the butt, “Guy #1” is done. I left the room, he was wiggling a little relishing the load I just put into his ass, probably wondering who it was. I opened a beer, and went outside to smoke a bowl of weed. I entered again, making sure the light from the hallway crossed his vision, he can’t hear me but I’m sure he cans see a little light. I walked to the side of the bed, tweaked his nipple and he jumped a bit at my touch. I spit on his face and his mouth opened with surprise and desire. I spit into his mouth, and gave his nipple another squeeze. I went around the back and pulled his cummy hole open with 2 fingers from each hand, peering inside. He fought my fingers but with a little more play his ass started to relax, I took advantage and shoved my fully erect cock into his ass to the hilt in one thrust. He yelped, I reached down and pulled his nipples hard as I continued to rail into his messy pussy. I started to take my cock all the way out and rammed it all the way back in, his hole was still matching my thrusts, he really is meant to take cock. He relaxed as I exited, leaving his hole gaping and ready for my next full thrust. I again couldn’t take it very long despite just cumming minutes before. “Guy #2” came deep into his ass, and spit on his face one more time before leaving the room. I went to the master bedroom, and searched through the owner of the houses’ medicine cabinet, sure enough I found cologne, and sprayed a little too much on. “Guy #3” will be fucking him next and who knows, maybe the next time my slut sees his family friend, he’ll recognize the cologne and wonder if this guy actually fucked a load into him that night. I walked into the bedroom, my slut’s ass slightly gaped, glistening with cum, his balls hanging lower than the chastity device will allow his cock to grow. I slowly go onto the bed, the EDM music still keeping him oblivious to who was going to be entering him, he could feel the bed shift, I heard him softly moan, and rock backwards a bit almost begging for a cock. I reached out and grabbed his balls, wrapping my index finger and thumb around them, pulling them towards me. I gave his balls a nice rub with my other hand, and could feel him tense up, preparing for them to be roughed up. I gave them a nice pat, and he didn’t jump, but he moaned, I gave them a harder pat, yet again he moaned in approval. I sprayed poppers into the towel and pulled his hair lifting his head and shoved his face into the towel. Sure enough he relaxed a bit, ready for more abuse. I started tugging and pulling on his balls, giving them a squeeze and a slap every once in a while. He was loving it, I was nervous about how hard to hit them, but I kept going, his groans of pleasure from the abuse kept me rock hard. I couldn’t bare it any longer, I want his ass again, I shoved my cock in his ass and he met my full thrust, if I can’t make him gay these poppers definitely will. My mind drifted as his ass swallowed my cock, milking it and begging for its cum, I wonder what he would do if I got him pregnant with an HIV+ load. Would he become mine? Would he be mad at me and leave me? I don’t want him to leave, I could fuck this perfect ass forever. His girlfriend would definitely be heart broken, losing such a stud, would he tell her the truth? Would he tell her he loves men now, or at least being fucked by them? He could get her pregnant, that’s not fair, his DNA forever being a part of her. I will test him, what will he do when he realizes he’s a HIV positive gay man meant to take cock? The thought of him coming out to me, and telling me he’s chosen me over women put me over the edge, I came mid thrust, my cock feeling sore from the nights festivities. I stayed inside him, his straight tease of an ass still milking my softening cock like a pro. I relaxed and let a stream of piss into his ass, I was so distracted I didn’t even realize how bad I had to go. My slut moaned, I could feel piss surrounding my cock before being swallowed by his large intestine, taking my load deeper than its ever gone into his ass. I finished, pulled out and got off the bed, dug through my bag and put the largest plug I had into his full ass. It popped into his ass with a little piss escaping, and with that I left the room to clean up. I came back and like a good bottom he didn’t complain about how full his stomach felt with piss and cum. I took off the head phones and turned them off. “So how did you like my friends?” I asked. “How many were there? I got kind of distracted by the poppers.” He replied. “Well… how many did you wish me to invite over?” I said, cutting through the bondage tape and helping him up to take him to the bathroom. “I’m so horny I wish there were 10 or more” he laughed, “this cage is surprisingly comfortable but man is it frustrating and keeping me horny.” “I’m sorry to say only 3 could make it tonight” I lied. I would introduce him to more cocks, but for now I’ll keep him safer. “oh ok, can I release this?” he said pointing behind him to the plug keeping piss in his ass, “I’m pretty sure your last friend pissed a gallon into my body.” “I know I was watching them all, you took them like champs, I didn’t know your balls could take such a beating, could you have handled more?” “Ha – with those dang poppers I felt like I could’ve taken anything” he said sitting down onto the toilet, reaching down and pulling out the plug, piss gushed out of his nice loose ass. “I know you like them being abused, but I was worried that with enough abuse you could go sterile” “Well if I can’t have kids there no real need to have a girlfriend or a wife is there”, he said wiping his ass, “I want kids, but it happens to people even when they haven’t had their balls tortured ha ha.” “So you’d become gay if you were for some reason sterile?!” I said shocked “Well don’t crush them to a pulp, or take them off, but yeah I don’t see why not, if I can’t have kids the normal way, I can adopt with anyone right? Plus my brothers will further the family line” “What if one of the guys tonight was positive for HIV? He stared at me for a second, “They weren’t right?” he said worried. “They said they were clean, but sometimes they don’t know or are between tests, I can bring a test over if you want, you want to be gangbanged, do you really expect to stay negative with strangers taking your perfect ass? And trust me a lot of strangers will want your ass.” “A gangbang does sound hot, tonight was great, they all had pretty good size, and each was different. I guess it’s like becoming sterile, it comes as a consequence of my playing. I’d want to make sure I don’t spread anything to my girlfriend though, she doesn’t deserve anything like that.” “Well I hope to make you fully gay before you catch anything you could give to her. I want to make some more ground rules for you.” I grabbed his hand and walked him to the bedroom, sitting down onto the edge of the bed, I pulled him to me, and made him sit facing me on my lap. I grabbed his head and we started to make out, he sure was horny, his hips were rocking back and forth as our tongues explored each other’s mouths. I picked him up, our mouths locked, and laid him underneath me in bed. “You’re the best bottom I’ve ever had” I told him looking into his eyes. He smiled, “thank you, you’re definitely the best top I’ve had.” “Is this the best sex you’ve had gay or straight?” “I’ll be honest, before you I’ve never enjoyed kissing a guy, I was super nervous coming over the first time after your ad said kissing was a must. I’ve never gotten hard with another guy befo-“ “Bull shit” I interrupted. “no really, I’ve never gotten hard while being fucked like some of those guys in porn. I read once that some of them are just hot straight guys doing it for the money, but I got hard with you and it made me question myself.” “Do you think you’re becoming gay?” I asked “I don’t know, but I’m really enjoying this and excited to see what else is instore, I always thought if I came while being fucked it’d mean I am gay” “Have you cum while being fucked?” I said reaching for his locked cock. “No not yet” he answered reaching for my hardening cock. “Ready for my rules?” I said and he nodded in anticipation. 1. Jock straps is all you’ll wear for underwear 2. No more straight porn, only bareback gay porn 3. I want you to be able to do the splits, so add stretching to your leg routine at the gym. 4. From now on, you greet me, and say goodbye to me with a kiss. 5. From now on, all contact with your girlfriend will be because she initiated it, not you. 6. If you don’t want her to see the jock straps, go commando. 7. I need the addresses of your work, gym, home and I want your girlfriends name and address where you stay on weekends. 8. If you cum from being fucked, you tell her you enjoy being fucked in the ass. He seemed to like the rules, he was laying on his back, a small smile forming. “What do you think?” “I like them, can I add one?” “Please do” I said, wondering what he could add to that. “If for some reason I can’t have kids, or if I become HIV positive, I’ll break up with her and come out” “Wow are you serious?” I said pulling back in surprise that this would be a rule. “Does the thought of catching something turn you on?” “yeah, weird huh, it kind of does turn me on to think about, plus if my balls and sperm are useless, might as well be a complete bottom, right? “Wow, you must be ridiculously horny, you’re talking crazy” I told him, “do you want to cum?” “No”, he smiled and got closer to me giving me a deep kiss, going back to where we left off.

After receiving many messages from a negative bottom here on breeding zone, I finally responded, and we began some back and forth pozzing chat. I told him how much I enjoyed fucking a tight hole raw with the sole purpose of knocking-up the bottom. He responded saying how much he wanted to be my bottom pig. After a few months of message exchanges, I told him I was ready for him to follow through, or to quit messaging me. He replied saying he was a four hour trip from my town, and he would plan a trip to my locale, and would get back to me with the details of the trip. Well, a month passed before I heard back from him, and was somewhat surprised when he opened saying he had booked a hotel room nearby for an upcoming weekend. I was skeptical, but just in case I told him to let his beard keep growing and not to let anyone fuck him until after our weekend. The Friday of his projected arrival, I had dinner and just watched some TV, not expecting him until fairly late as he wouldn't even commence his trip until after he got off work. Around 10:30, I got a call from him, letting me know he was at hotel. He sounded nervous, so I reassured him he'd be fine. I got in my truck and drove the 30 minutes to his hotel room. When he opened the door, I was surprised at how sexy he was - at (approximately) 5' 9", beefy with a belly, and a beautiful bushy brown beard growing up onto his chubby cheeks. He invited me in, and I could see how nervous and scared he was, so I gave him a big hug to break the tension. He relaxed, and I pulled his mouth to mine and gave him a deep kiss which lasted nearly a minute. "Damn you're a sexy cub," I told him, and asked where my bourbon was. He quickly grabbed the bottle he brought, and poured us a few drinks. As he did, I removed my shirt and hat, and made myself comfortable on the bed. He joined me, and as we drank he rubbed my belly and tits, and my cock began leaking precum inside my jeans. Once the alcohol was kicking in, I told him to get naked for me, and he quickly did, showing me a sexy cub covered in fur from head to toe. As he stood beside the bed, his 5" cock was arching upwards, oozing clear fluid out the tip. "Get my boots off, boy." I ordered, and lit my pipe. When he was finished, I had him put his head back on my chest and start sucking my nipples. So I'm just leaning back enjoying my pipe as he's working my nipples, and I ask him if he's ready to suck my dirty cock. He nods, and I tell him to remove my jeans and get between my legs. I start stroking my cock, working more precum out, as the cub watches me eagerly. "You sure you want it, boy? You want my cock in your mouth?" I grabbed the back of his head and guided him down on my cock. Seeing his hairy mouth open wide for me just makes me harder. "Suck it slow, boy- remember this first load is for your ass. I've been saving it all week just for your hole." The cub slowed his pace, and, looking down between his legs, I could see his cockhead was a bright red, and it glistened with his own juices. Pulling him off my cock, I positioned him on all fours, along side me, his hole convenient to my position. Gently fondling his balls, I segued to stroking his hole as I finished my pipe. He whimpered in pleasure as, initially, I rested the warm bowl of my pipe against his tight ballsack, only to slide it onto his crack and rest it on his opening. I can see his hole clench. Smacking his ass, I told him "What a good little fucktoy you're being. Put your head on the bed, pig, and keep your ass absolutely still for me." Now milking my cock, I scooped-up some of my precum, rubbing it on his puckered hole. "You like having daddy's tainted cum on your pussy, don't you, boy?" "Yes, sir," he unhesitatingly grunted. Noticing a string of clear cum leaking from his cock, I caught it with my fingers and added to the precum I had earlier applied to his hole. A finger inserted into his hole met resistance, but I keep going, urging "Open up boy. You got some of my precum in you now." He moaned in approval. Repeated I finger-fucked his hole, increasingly roughly, enjoying his moans as my assault intensified, and even more enjoying the tint of red that was showing-up on my fingers. It was time to progress to the next level. Getting to my feet, I had the bottom position his ass at the edge of the bed, which was the perfect position for me to slide my cock up and down his crack, spreading more of my toxic load onto his hole. He held perfectly still, even if breathing hard. Finally I began to work my head a little deeper, urging "Take my poz cock, baby. Open up for Daddy." While I couldn't understand the words he grunted, I could understand his level of excitement: he was actually cumming on the bed, and I wasn't even inside his hole. Naturally I quickly shoved my rock hard seven inches in his ass. He flinched in pain, even perhaps intending to extract himself from my control, but instead I held him still, as I hammer-fucked his ass. "Stop, man, stop," he demanded, but I wasn't about to comply. Without pausing in my thrusts, and as my balls tightened, I snapped "You're taking this load, pig, shut the fuck up!" His moans continued, which added to my perverse pleasure in seeing the streaks of red which alternated with the precum with which my cock was coated. So I fucked him still harder, ever harder until finally my balls erupted, shooting my six-day load deep inside his ass, my cock twitching inside my new pig. Panting hard, I announced "That's it baby. Take your first dirty load. Let it soak in. Let it make you a whore." His head hung low, his body frozen as I finished stroking my final drops of toxic cum into his coated boy cunt. Afterwards my cock plopped out and his hairy hole slowly closed, but not before I saw a little bit of my load leak out - so I scooped it up and pushed it back in. Waste not want no, you know. Lighting my pipe anew, I lay on the bed, ordering the pig to join me, gesturing for him to lay his head on my chest. Some tears ran down his face, and he hugged me for support. "Hush, there, Pig, it will be okay," I cooed, and when he calmed down I guided his mouth to my cock. He knew what to do, and without a word licked my tool and crotch clean. "Look me in the eyes," I ordered, and with my cock still lodged in his mouth, but his eyes were fixated on mine, I took a draw on my pipe, and admonished "Remember the taste of that cock. It's the one that knocked you up." We fell asleep, and twice in the remaining hours of the night I bred him again. In the morning I left for the day, but came back Saturday night and managed to fuck four more loads into him before he left Sunday afternoon. I continued chatting with him online, until finally eight weeks later he messaged me to let me know it took. He was officially knocked up. He let me know it made him hard to think about it, but he was scared and wanted to come visit again. I replied "No. My job is done, pig. You gave me your cunt to fuck and to knock up, and I did that. You're a whore now. Go fuck strangers. Go fuck bookstore trolls and old men. Go share your little bear pussy with anyone who wants it. You're a cumdump now. I prefer negative boys." He deleted his account the next day. NEXT!

Notice: The author does not consent to anyone using the characters or plot line of this story for any derived work, whether the author is still active on this site or not. They are not abandoned nor placed in the public domain. I've had this story sitting around a while. It's a little different than the other story I have. I hope people like it. ------- My name’s Mike and I’m I guess what you would call a bear cub. I’ve played football since I was little and was on the team in high school. Linebacker was my usual position, but sometimes the coach would move me to center. I guess I got the hairy gene from my dad and I could grow a full beard by the end of my freshman year. My chest, arms, legs and butt were covered in dark hair too by the time my sophomore year came around. I was a little self conscious about being so hairy in high school when most other guys could barely grow a decent mustache. I shaved my face until my senior year when a friend told me I should just let it grow out. Most of the girls in high school seemed to be turned off with the hair which was fine with me since I was more interested in guys anyway. After I graduated high school I was working in the local big home improvement store, a job I got when I was a junior in high school. I didn’t have a lot of experience with men but I was able to meet a lot of guys at the store. I was surprised how many hit on me - some were subtle and some blatant. The summer before I went to college I finally got up the nerve to accept the offer of a few of the men, but we never went past kissing and sucking cock. I distinctly remember, however, how on each occasion I found it a real turn-on to look down at the burly, hairy, masculine man sucking my thick seven and a half inch long cock. I also liked to go down on guys and sucking cock. I even found I loved the smell and taste of a sweaty guy’s cock and even the stale piss I could find on the cock of most of the men. With a few of the men I would regularly swap a blowjob. They all expressed disappointment I was leaving for school at the end of the summer, but I was excited. I was determined to be an out and proud gay guy far away from home. I had never studied so hard in my life but I left a little time for fun. I wasn’t on the football team at college - I was never that good so I didn’t try out. I did find some intramural football teams to play on and had fun. I even found a couple gay teams. Some guys warned me that they would rape me, and I secretly hoped they would, but it turned out that they were just like all the other teams on the field. Off the field was kinda similar too - lots of drinking and joking around but sometimes they would have a sex party. The first one I went to I was so nervous. There were over twenty guys there, all naked. It was both of the gay football teams and their friends and boyfriends. There were only two of us freshman and the rest were older with several being grad students. Guys were groping me and kissing me almost right away and I got into the mood immediately. I sucked a few guys and some sucked me. One guy rimmed me while I was sucking a guy on a bed. That’s when I learned an ass up in the air like that was a silent invitation to get fucked. The guy I was sucking held me down as I felt my ass get spread wider and a cock rub around my hole. The guy was holding my head down and I couldn’t look back, but I was pretty sure the guy wasn’t wearing a condom. I had only been fucked about a dozen times but I always played safe. I didn’t even know who was behind me playing with my ass. I felt some liquid squirt on my puckered hole and then a finger push it inside. I moaned around the cock in my mouth and the finger slowly went in deeper and then pulled out. The guy did it several times before he pushed two fingers in. It felt tight for a little bit but by twisting his fingers around and in an out my hole relaxed and opened up. I could hear a group behind me talking. It wasn’t the derogatory comments I heard in the locker room in high school about me being an ape or a neanderthal, but the exact opposite. “Damn that is one sexy ass” one guy said. “That furry hole is gonna look good with my cock inside it” said another. “I could munch on that butt for days” said a third. I was turned-on in hearing the men thought I was sexy, not a freak. My cock was rock hard, dripping precum on to the bed. It was like a fantasy, I had a nice, long cock in my mouth, my cock was hard and some stranger was playing with my ass getting ready to fuck me. And fuck he did. He slid his fingers out of my hole and I felt the cock rub around the ring and between my balls and hole. Indistinct voices urged "Push it in” and “Do it.” I was so horny I pushed my ass back and I heard someone else say “Oh yeah, he really wants it.” I felt the pressure and tried to relax as the stranger pressed in harder. He had lubed me up but it still hurt. The guy that I was blowing started to fuck my head on his cock and the guy in my ass started slowly fucking me. I could feel his cock get deeper and deeper and it started to feel really good. I knew this was about as dangerous as sex could get. I was getting fucked bare by some guy I didn’t know and couldn’t see. The harder he fucked me the harder the cock in my mouth got rammed into my throat. I usually gagged if a cock got too deep, but this was so hot and my brain was so overloaded with sensations I was taking all of the guys cock into my throat. My face was planted into his pubes until I finally started to panic since I couldn’t breathe. I forced my head up and gasped for air and yelled out “Oh FUCK YEAH!!!” Spit was dripping out of my mouth from the face fuck and I looked at the guy that I had been blowing who had a big grin on his face. “You like that raw cock in your ass?” asked the guy. I started to say “Oh shit, no. I only fuck safe” but only got “oh shit” out before the guy fucking me slammed in and shot his cum deep inside me. It was a strange feeling. I could feel my hole get sloppy and warm and wet. I could feel his cock pulse several times, fading after the first four pulses. I felt the guy in my ass lean over and kiss the back of my neck and say “Thanks, dude. That was so fuckin’ hot.” He leaned back and pulled out and before I could move I felt someone else get behind me and push their cock into my cummy hole. I was scared, horny, excited, and aroused all at the same time. The guy in front of me pulled my head back to his cock and I instinctively started to suck while the next unknown guy started to fuck me. This cock was a thinner than the last one but longer. I could feel it dig deep inside me as he would bottom out. I moaned louder around the cock in my mouth and started to bob frantically on it. My tongue flicked and lapped on the guys cock until I felt it start to swell in my mouth. The guy’s hands were on the back of my head again and he pushed down as I felt his cock flood my mouth with his salty, thick cum. I swallowed it all and sucked any cum I could find on his cock and pubes. The second guy in my ass began to fuck me fast and hard and I could tell he was close. I heard some one say “Breed him” and it rocked me back to reality. I was getting fucked bareback and taking strangers' loads. I had become a cumdump without even knowing it. The guy in front of me pulled his soft cock out of my mouth and crawled away. Now I could concentrate only on the guy fucking me. I tried squeezing my hole around the guy's hard cock and he grunted in pleasure as his cock blew his load into my ass. When the spurts of cum ended, he drove his cock in a few more times and pulled out. I’m not sure why I didn’t get up right away, but I think that deep down I wanted to see how many guys wanted to fuck me. Another cock plunged into my now gaping hole. This one was a lot thicker and I soon found out even longer than the last one. As the guy bottomed out, he pulled my body up and my back was against his chest. I saw two arms wrap around me and they were dark skinned with tattoos on both down to the wrist. It was Deon, the other linebacker on our team. “I’ve wanted to fuck that hot ass of yours since I first saw you and it feels even better than I imagined” he whispered in my ear. He pinched and twisted my nipples and then pushed me back to the bed and started to pound my ass. The bed was bouncing and I was uttering meaningless guttural words. Cum was running down both of my legs and I wasn’t sure how much more I could take. I arched my back more and felt Deon go even deeper and then yell out “Oh baby” over and over until he fell on to my back and held me tight. I could feel his cock pumping his cum deep inside me and it felt so perfect. Three more guys fucked me, each fucking a different way but just as enjoyable. When the last guy pulled out, I had six different men’s DNA swimming inside me and I loved the feeling. I crawled off the bed and stood up slowly, my muscles sore from being pounded and in the same position for almost two hours. I wandered around watching others suck or fuck. I grabbed a beer and guzzled it down, trying to rehydrate my body. I was about to wander around again when our team quarterback, Ty, came up to me and said in a femme voice “You bitch!” and started laughing. I must have looked confused and he then said in his normal voice “You took all the good cock from our team. I was hoping to get all that cock but they fucked you instead.”

Finally took multiple anon loads in a hotel's closet. The location is unusual that's why it makes me post a poll as well to see what your preference is. I was attending a conference with my bf and stayed at a hotel with a huge walk in closet. The idea hit me when I was standing in the closet hanging my clothes, and my bf's worn gym clothes fumed the space with his manly scent, which instantly got me horny. So, just to give it a shot and posted on CL, "...condoms, lube and poppers are provided, and may go bare if you talk me into it but must be free of diseases".... First time experience was the best. The moment i heard the closet door opened, my heart was pounding. i could hear him undress, like me he got hard instantly with the smell of my bf's worn clothes in the closet as he slapped his hard cock on my ass, grind and rubbed his uncut cock on my hole asking me if anyone has cum in my hole. after i said no, he went down to rim my hole, and wrapped before he fucked me. i was a little disappointed but it was a good fuck. Second guy with a smaller cock waste no time, pushed all the way in and started pumping and dumping. Third and forth went bare as well when i thought I had good 3 loads in me, i had enough. Another message came. He wanted to be the last guy of the night and he will bring a friend. He came over, rim my ass and push in his 7" cock and fucked for a few minutes and then his hand grab my thighs, pounding harder with no mercy. i could only feel his very hard cock thrusting, the moment i moan louder, another cock that I have forgotten slid into my mouth, its bigger, it pushed down my throat. i was feeling pain in both holes but soon i got another loads up in my ass. The other guy pulled his cock out of my mouth, stuffed and stretched my hole to force it opened, fucked away. It was painful to have it pushed all the way in, things happened so quickly from now on, someone hand the poppers to my nose, i took couple deep hits, my cock got hard again, someone kissed me, followed by someone sitting on my cock, tight ass with good skill, i cum in his ass instantly while i got my last load not long after i cum. What an experienced but when i thought about it, i got so hard and wanting to do it again. Maybe soon..

Probably poz. My goal is to get knocked up while I am still a teen

I switch them off too. Bareback only. I prefer when its breeding and seeding. Hate when they pull out and shoot over the hole or ass and call it seeding. Like calling a gang bang an orgy. When I want an orgy I wanna see everyone fucking and getting fucked!

Part 5 The stranger rammed his cock all the way into my hole and all I could do was moan and beg him to fuck me. He just laughed and said “I already came in your sloppy cumdump, faggot. How many loads are inside you now?” “Five. And I need a lot more. How long till you can get hard again?” He just laughed and ripped his cock out of my hole. I felt so empty and needed to be filled with cock and, of course, more sperm. Lots more sperm. “Next,” the stranger said. Another man I couldn’t see lined his cock up at my asshole and started to pound me. I felt like I was living my destiny. Taking cock and cum from a man I couldn’t see. It’s what my daddy raised me for. I didn’t care what he looked like, I just needed his load breeding my sloppy cumdump. Chris and I both had our asses in the air for quite a while, taking all the cocks that our buddies had arranged for, from the BBRT and CL ads and from my phone profiles. Four or five other guys I couldn’t see (or rather, I didn’t bother to look at) bred my cunt and I could vaguely tell that people were coming and going from Dean’s apartment, but I wasn’t really sure who’s cock was in my cunt. I didn’t care. I was in heaven. Then I heard a familiar voice saying “flip over faggot, I wanna see your face.” It was my Dad. He was standing there in all his hairy, muscled, fat cocked glory. Waiting to breed his whore of a son. “Hi Daddy!” I said. A couple of the randos looked at us weird. But their dicks didn’t get soft. “Hey, baby boy. Your cunt full of cum? Have you been doing what Jose, Dean and Eric have been asking you to do, like a good boy?” “Yes, Daddy!,” they’ve been whoring me out all afternoon. I don’t even know how many loads I’ve taken, Daddy.” “I do, son,” he said. “The boys have been keeping track of how many loads have gone up your sexy little furry cunt. You’re up to 15 now. That’s quite a feat, son. You ready for 16?” “I’m always ready for your load, Daddy. Breed it into me, use all those strangers’ loads for lube. My cunt is leaking like fucking crazy. There’s jizz everywhere.” I laid back on the bed and pulled my legs over my shoulders, showing off my leaky, puffy cunt. Daddy laughed and rammed his cock home where it belonged. In the cunt that was his property because he made it. “Fuck Daddy,” I said. Your cock is always the best. “That’s right son. The cock that bred you is the one that always gets to rape you first and last.” I moaned loudly as Daddy’s cock slid into me. Chris leaned over and passed me a shotgun and told me how hot he thought my Daddy was. “You think he’d like to breed me?” My Daddy was one of the hottest men in the room, despite being older than all of them. Daddy takes good care of himself, and his hairy muscled body and fat uncut dick turned everyone on. “Of course he would. Daddy loves fucking dirty whores like us.” Chris laughed and the hairy stranger raping his hole grunted and said “fuck, I’m about to come. Nasty little pig. Want my load? Can’t last long fucking this sloppy cunt………” He moaned loudly and stopped moving. I could see his nuts pumping another load of jizz into Chris’ dumpster. “You fucking pig, another load for you,” I said. “Daddy’s gonna give me another load, but he can cum again really fast so he’ll be able to load you up, too.” “Fuck yeah, I can’t wait.” Chris took another hit off the pipe and passed it along to me. Daddy paused in his reaming of my gaping cunt and took the shotgun from me, and got a dirty grin on his face. “Daddy’s a pig too, son.” He blew the smoke out and continued fucking me, harder this time. I was moaning constantly, begging him for his load. “Fuck Daddy! I need your cum inside me. Please breed me!” Daddy laughed and said “always begging for loads, just like I taught you. Good boy. Here’s another one for you son. Tell me what you want!” “Please breed me daddy! Fill me full of your sperm! I need another load. Fucking knock me up Daddy!” He sped up and kept reaming my cunt out until he shouted “Take my fucking load you whore.” I could feel his throbbing cock shooting its load of sperm inside me. “Thank you Daddy! You now I'm just a whore for cocks.” He laughed. “Daddy raised a nasty little faggot didn’t he?” “You sure did, Daddy. I love your cock inside me more than anyone’s.” Daddy caught his breath and leaned down to kiss me. He whispered in my ear “I heard you offering my load to your little whore friend. He’s cute. Once I fuck him we’re gonna get outta here. I have a surprise for you." I had no idea what he was talking about, but it sounded filthy. I was spun and horny as fuck and only wanted more loads inside me. I leaned over to Chris and told him Daddy was gonna fuck him (he had another stranger breeding him right then). “Fuck yeah,” he said. “ I can’t wait.” Dean laid down on the bed next to me while another stranger, a short, hairy 25ish man with a huge cock walked up and shoved his cock in my cunt in one shove. He didn’t need any lube, of course, I had…how many loads in my ass? I realized I had no idea. I was spun and couldn’t remember. Just like a good whore should be. I knew Dean was keeping track. I moaned involuntarily and looked up at the man who was fucking me. He was really hot and I thanked him for his cock and begged for his load. He kept on fucking me while I moaned loudly and begged him to breed me. Dean leaned over and passed me another shotgun and said “Your Dad is so fucking hot.I loved watching him fuck you. Look how he’s going to town on Chris’ sloppy dumpster just a few minutes after he came inside you. He’s a nasty fucker. I can see where you got it from.” I looked over and there was my super hot Daddy, balls deep in Chris. I grinned at Chris and said “doesn’t my Daddy have the hottest fucking cock?” Chris moaned a reply, “fuck yes……his cock feels amazing.” Daddy laughed and said “your sloppy fagdump feels amazing, boy.” Dean gave me another shotgun and grinned at me. “Be right back,” he said. Dean got up and I saw him reach into a large baggie and take something out with his finger. He walked behind Daddy and pushed it into Daddy’s hole. Daddy was startled and said “What the fuck? Dean. Fuck. OH. FUCK.” Daddy stopped fucking Chris and stood still while Dean shoved his index finger all the way up Daddy’s hole. Daddy bent over onto Chris’ chest and moaned. “Dean, you fucker.” Then he started to laugh and pushed his ass all the way down onto Dean’s finger. I figured it was going to be a long evening. That surprise might have to wait.

I was in LA for a few days for work. After spending a day standing on my feet, I felt that I deserved a break and a massage. I found a hot guy on another site who did massages and was a top with a nice 8” dick. I made an appointment and cleaned out before heading over. We both got naked for the massage and he was really hot. Handsome, a nice hairy and fit body, and a great looking cock. When I caught a glimpse of his hairy ass, I knew we were going to do much more than a simple massage. I got on the table face down and he gave me a really good massage. When he told me to flip over, my hard cock was immediately apparent. While massaging my chest, his cock and balls would rub against my face and I stuck my tongue out to give them a few licks. When he started really stroking my cock, I told him that I wanted to eat his ass. He bent over his sofa and presented his hairy hole to me. I dove in and licked, sucked and chewed on his hot pucker, making him moan loudly. I ate his ass for about 10 minutes when he decided he wanted to fuck me. Luckily, I had cleaned out before coming over so I was ready. His profile said “condom only” but he told me he liked to fuck bare. I bent over the massage table and he slid into me. He fucked me deep and hard and was soon filling my ass with his load. After that, I dressed and went out to get an Uber back to my hotel. In the Uber, I logged onto another site to see if any of my buddies were around. One guy in WeHo was on. We had almost hooked up the previous day but it was too late for me. I asked if he wanted to fuck a seeded hole and he responded with a “fuck, yeah”. I asked the Uber if we could go to Hollywood instead and we drove that way. I had to wait outside for a little while when I got there but my too showed up soon. He is bi and didn’t want to suck or kiss, but he loved to rim my ass and fuck me. We played for over an hour before he loaded me up with my second load of the night. Now I went back to the hotel and found a hot, young, hairy, uncut guy who wanted to do a late night hookup. I asked if he wanted to come over and he told me he’d be there around 1 AM. He liked ripe pits and cummy holes so I laid naked on the bed to wait for him. When he showed up, he was way hotter than his pics. He quickly stripped down too and I started sucking his uncut cock. He really wanted to fuck and told me he could cum a few times. He entered my cum filled ass easily and shot his first load. He went off to clean out and shower, so I played with my ass while he was away. He came out, all clean and sexy, and laid down next to me. Now, we got into some kissing, rimming and sucking before he shoved his thick cock into me and gave me another load. We cuddled and fooled around some more until he was ready again. This time was slow and sensuous and it took him a long time to cum meh worked all the loads inside me into a nice frothy mixture before dumping his last load of the night into me. I cleaned off his spent cock, enjoying the taste of the cum and my ass on it. That night, I took 5 loads from 3 guys. It was hot riding around from fuck to fuck in an Uber, with my ass loaded up but the driver totally unaware. I look forward to repeating this on another trip soon.

I laughed and said “Sorry, it wasn’t really what I planned.” “You might not have planned it, but they sure did. They’ve been talking about it all week” Ty told me. “What?” was all I could say, shocked that they would want to fuck me that bad. New meat, I guess. Ty had a big grin on his face and I could see he wanted to say something, but was trying to figure out how to say it. He reached down and grabbed my semi hard cock and then looked back at me. “So, do you fuck as well as you get fucked?” he asked and his grin got even bigger. Ty really wasn’t my type. I liked him but he just didn’t get me going sexually. He was blonde haired and shaved most of his body hair. He had nice muscles and a cute butt, but again - shaved. I was actually surprised that he would even want me to fuck him, since most twinky jocks never seemed interested in furry guys like me. “Me? Uh, yeah. I like to fuck too. I… uh… usually use condoms though” I said to Ty. “Could have fooled me. You took those guy’s bare cocks really well and didn’t put up a fight” Ty replied. “Yeah, I don’t know what came over me. It just felt so good and I was kind of trapped” I responded. “Well, its your choice, but I prefer it raw. And hopefully you didn’t blow your load getting fucked, cuz I want you to give me a nice big load of cum” Ty said with a wink. I blushed, not being used to guys talking about sex this freely. Ty grabbed my hand and led me over to another bed. We started to make out and I pulled him tight, my sweaty fur against his smooth skin. Our hands explored each other’s bodies and I started to run my finger up and down between his ass crack. I could feel him moaning into our kiss and our kisses got more passionate. My cock was so hard it almost hurt. I realized that we had gotten over by the bed and I hadn’t picked up a condom, but then I felt some cum run down my leg from my ass and realized at this point it didn’t matter. I placed both of my hands on Ty’s butt cheeks and pulled him up off the floor while we kissed. He wrapped his legs around me and had his arms around my neck. I pulled him up and felt my cock free itself from being trapped between us and was now sticking out and slightly up like it usually was when hard. I lowered him back down and my cock rested along his crack. I moved to the edge of the bed and laid him down on his back and pushed him to the middle of the bed. He let go of my body and I leaned back and rolled him on his shoulders. His hairless hole looked up at me and winked. I growled and buried my face between his muscular mounds, my bushy beard against his skin as my tongue attacked his hole. I lapped at it and then pushed my tongue in. I could taste cum and that was a new sensation for me and all it did was get me more excited. Ty’s ass and my beard were coated in spit. I lowered his body down and dripped more spit on to my rigid cock. My cock was leaking and the head of my cut cock was glistening. I was almost as nervous the first time I fucked a guy and wondered how much different a bare fuck would be to a condom fuck. I pushed my cock against Ty’s spit slick hole. After the initial resistance, my cock slid into his tight pussy. The feeling was amazing with his body gripping my raw cock with no barrier in between. I almost came right away but I wanted to enjoy this a lot longer. My cock went deeper into Ty’s hole until my bushy pubes were resting on his hairless butt. I looked at his face and the expression told me how much he enjoyed my cock inside him. I began to fuck him and the sensations of a skin on skin fuck spurred me on to fuck harder. “Oh fuck! You look so sexy on top of me. I love getting fucked by bears and cubs” Ty said as my cock drilled in and out of him. My fur was matted and I was dripping sweat onto his smooth skin. “You like hairy guys like me fucking that boyhole of yours?” I responded. “Oh god yeah! Real men fucking and breeding me” Ty said. “Yeah, my raw cock fucking that pussy of yours until I fill you with my seed. That’s what you need, right Ty?” I grunted. I had never had any one really talk to me while I was fucking them, but his words got me more aroused and I started to get into it. “Fuck yeah! Breed me! Fill me with your cum!” Ty yelled and several people stopped and looked our way as I was fucking him even harder. My breathing got heavy and I grunted each time my cock slammed into Ty’s ass. I was afraid I was hurting him, but his look of lust and desire told me he wanted it hard. I felt my balls tingling and getting tighter and my cock swell even thicker than normal. I looked straight into Ty’s eyes as my cock exploded, pumping what seemed like a gallon of cum into his guts. I was growling like a bear as my body shook and my cock spurted over and over with my cum. The feeling of my cum coating Ty’s insides and then covering my cock was amazing. My cock remained hard and I started to thrust in and out of Ty’s cum filled hole. He looked up at me when I didn’t stop and I went back to fucking him. Cum was running out of his ass as I shoved in and coating my pubes. There was a frothy white ring around his hole and my cock. I couldn’t believe how good it felt and now knew why guys wanted to fuck raw. I pounded Ty for several more minutes until my balls had reloaded and were getting ready to shoot another load inside him. This orgasm wasn’t as loud or energetic as the first, but it still felt amazing. More of my seed pumped into his hungry hole and after the last twitch I fell forward and kissed him passionately. When I got back up, I looked around and we had an audience of 5 or 6 guys who were clapping and patting me on my back. I guess I had made an impression as a versatile bareback fucker, since several guys gave me their numbers.

Nice, boy4you, the rougher the PA the better. The way it should be with condoms. Cum needs to be deposited deep in the bottom's ass not in a condom!

Great story as I have PA and had one of my rings bar bells modified by a machinist friend to make the balls very rough. Condoms don't last very long

Cash. The most important part of the experience is the CASH*. Even if you're goal is to wreck a bitch or totally break him, you still gotta charge at least a dollar, or a 1/2 a pack of smokes. Nothing makes a banged-out boy cunt feel more like a CumDump/JizzBag/TownPump/WorthlessWhore than knowing he just got knocked up by a hobo for 50¢ in pennies. After your whore pays for the hotel room and party supplies out of his own pocket, you keep all the cash, 'cause it ain't easy being a Pimp. *There are blokes that get off on paying large bank for a tumble because of -fuck who knows? Self-worth, self-esteem issues, Fuck it, you're not his mommy, book those guys for very last, when your lad's hole is completely banged out and sloppy, ruined basically, then tell the bloke if he wants to smash his lil' twig up in that blubbery cunt it's gonna cost twice the previously agreed upon price, and to take the offer or fuck off. (They always take the offer)

It was a long day at the office, patient after patient, with very little time to eat let alone time to go to the bathroom. Before heading home, I sat at my computer and posted on Craigslist, I need the release tonight. Masc top – 45 Masculine top here HWP in search of a bubble butt bottom into kissing, getting rimmed and fucked. DDF tested at the beginning of the month. Prefer 20-30yrs hwp as well. I take care of myself you should too. Then I submitted a picture of my 7.5 inch uncut thick Latin cock. I could really use the release, business has been booming and that’s great but I want to travel, and meet guys. I drove home, and forgot about the post so I wouldn’t be disappointed by a lack of interest in the post. My roommate was gone for a couple weeks on business I could go home and spend my night naked, watch porn on the big screen and cook myself a good meal without any interference. No matter what it will be a good night. A few hours later I hear my phone go off with the email sound, my cock twitched in excitement. When I opened the email, there was a picture of an athletic, tone, young bubble butt bottom. He wrote his stats, 6’2 185lb with a 6.5 inch cut cock. He knew he was clean and double checked my stats because he has a girlfriend that doesn’t know and it need to stay that way. I couldn’t believe it, I would get to fuck a “straight” sexy bottom tonight. My cock was instantly rock hard, “the code is 002 I’m on the second floor of the building, door will be unlocked. I can’t wait to have some fun! I can show you my last results, we can play safe though if you want. See you at 8pm!” I wrote in reply. I took a nice hot shower and laid in bed, still rock hard with anticipation of fucking this hopefully great ass. It felt like forever, but I heard my apartment door open and shut, and the shadow of my hookup entering my room. Dressed in a plain white undershirt and sweat pants, the picture he sent didn’t do him justice. He didn’t waste any time either, while walking over to the bed he took off his shirt and slid down his sweatpants, the dim lights showed off every line, and curve of his athletic body. He got in bed crawling up to meet me, I grabbed him and pulled him in for a kiss. He was an amazing kisser for being “straight” I didn’t think he’d be as into it as he was. My hands roamed his body, his ass was firm, strong and big for a white boy. My fingers played with his puckered hole, “I want to eat your ass”, I said pulling his hips up towards my face, “suck my cock.” He did as he was told, this is where his straightness showed, his mouth was warm and soft but he wasn’t the greatest cocksucker. His ass though, his ass was smooth, tasted so delicious. He cleaned up well, not even a lingering taste of soap. His ass began to open up for my tongue, I pushed my spit deeper with my finger as he deep throated my cock as best he could. I turned him around and sat him down on my wet cock, sliding it between his beautiful ass cheeks. We continued to make out, tongues darting back and forth, when he surprised me by grabbing my cock and lining it up to his tight hole, pushing down onto it slowly. With spit as lube the entry was slow, he pulled up and I licked my hand to put more lube on my cock. He sat down and this time, I slid most of the way in and it felt incredible. He sat up, slowly lifting and dropping down onto my cock eyes closed head up towards the ceiling, he was enjoying it a lot. I ran my hands up his sexy abs to his shoulders and pulled him back down for his delicious mouth. I couldn’t take it much longer, I fucked his ass while kissing him for probably a minute or two longer before pushing him down all the way on my cock and cumming deep into his amazing ass. “Oh my God, you have the perfect ass” I said to him as he slowly rocked his hips back and forth drunk on the cum deep in his ass. “Thank you” he said shyly as he got up, my still rock hard cock leaving his ass with a *pop*. He was clearly nervous as he crept back towards his clothes and left. I wanted his ass again, I want his mouth again. Why do the hot ones have to be straight? I thought to myself as I jacked off to the thought of him. I sent him an email the next mornin, “Thank you for last night, but you left me still hard and wanting your ass, let me know when you can come back for more!” Surprisingly I got a reply within the hour, “Sorry I left in such a hurry, I’m still pretty new to all of this, it felt great though, I think your cum is still inside my ass. Kind of makes me horny all over again.” “that’s hot, keep it in there as long as you can or come back for more. How’s tonight?” My cock now rock hard at the office. I day dreamed all day of what I wanted to do with him. Bringing him to the office and fucking him over one of the dental cleaning chairs, meeting him at his house and fucking him in his bed, and taking him on a vacation away from his girlfriend. I couldn’t get him out of my mind. By the end of the day I had not heard back, I hope I didn’t scare him off. I got home, and while in the shower heard my phone go off. I left the shower running, and went to my phone I hope it says “on my way over”. It didn’t but I enjoyed this email even more. “I cant come over tonight, and weekends are tough, that’s when I see my girlfriend. Next week I’m watching a family friends house, and she can’t stay over if you want to come by a couple times. Maybe play some fantasies I’ve had but never tried.” I replied, “Yes, tell me them.” Hours later he sent me the most exciting email I’ve ever received. “Ok I’m super nervous about a lot of this but… One fantasy is to have my drink drugged and be used all night, with or without video. But to wake up knowing someone used me as their cumrag, sore and full of cum. Btw I’m game to try anything at least once. I want my hole opened up, I love the idea of someone pissing into it, either as an enema or just to fill me up. I have never cum from someone fucking me but I know its possible, I’ve told myself when I’ve been really horny that if I were to accomplish that, that I would consider it a sign I’m truly meant to be gay, to take cocks. Lastly, I like the idea of there being some secret thing I wear, have on my body that claims me as theirs. Other than these I love the idea of gangbangs, 3somes, exhibition, chastity, CBT, golden showers from groups, being abused and dominated, sometimes at my horniest even outed, and scat. I emailed him back “We will have some fun next week, I will come over every night that you can have me. One of those nights you will be drugged and I will use you all night, I will try to fist you, you will drink my piss when I ask, and who knows maybe I’ll call a friend or two. You have the most perfect ass, and I think its meant to take cocks, I will make you gay” “Yes Sir” “Address, phone number, and your work schedule please. I will text you before I come over each night.” I immediately started preparing for the next week, I went to a sex shop and bought restraints, cock rings, poppers and toys in different sizes. I want him to wear a jock strap, I picked up a Diesel, Andrew Christian and Addicted brand straps. I called in and got myself some Xanax from the pharmacy, and some other things for a good cocktail in case. I really do think I could make him gay, and I hope that he becomes mine when he realizes it. Monday took forever to come but I text him at 7pm, “can I come over?” “Yes, I need to clean up though” “See you within the hour”, I said, my cock already pressing into my jeans. I walked up to the house and knocked on the door, I didn’t want to walk into the wrong one. The boy opened the door, he was wearing shorts, and a t-shirt. “Here, go put this on and come to the door to let me in the proper way.” I said handing him one of the jockstraps. I shut the door, and he went off to change. I knocked again, he answered the door in just the jockstrap, but didn’t open the door all the way. He looked so hot, this boy will be mine. I pushed the door wide open, “Aren’t you going to kiss your gay lover hello?” He sheepishly stepped forward, and I grabbed him by the waist and pulled him in for a deep kiss which he gratefully returned. I spun us around so his ass faced the street, it wasn’t a busy neighborhood but I knew it would scare him and drive him wild. I broke the kiss, “my bag is in my car in the driveway, go get it.” And I shut the door, making sure to lock the deadbolt loudly so he knows there’s only one way back in. I went to the kitchen and started to make us a drink, and he was back at the door knocking. I walked slowly back to the door, and asked who it was as I looked through the hole in the door. “Its Trevor!” he said nervously. “Not remembering, how do I know you?” egging him on. “Sir can you let me in?” he said desperately. I opened the door a crack, “You got the wrong bag, and you will answer, ‘I’m your gay bottom’ if you want to be let back in when you get back. I went back to make him a special drink, piss, gin and tonic with a little treat for him. *Knock, Knock, Knock* But I had to finish making the drinks. It was hard to stop the flow of piss, but I wanted him to have the rest from the tap. *Knock, Knock, Knock* “Who is it?” I yelled from the kitchen this time. He hesitated, and I heard something softly said through the door, “who is it?” I repeated. “It’s your gay bottom!” he rushed and said just loud enough. I walked back to the door, he had the correct bag this time. “Good boy, thanks for grabbing my bag. I made us a drink, lets go chat. Yours is a piss gin and tonic. I’m drinking beer.” He seemed to like that, and I followed his perfect ass into the kitchen. We talked for 45 minutes, and I learned a lot about my future boy. “you need another drink, follow me” I said. I grabbed his hand and we walked to the bathroom, “On your knees, urinal.” He quickly got onto his knees, his hard cock stretching the jock strap. I whipped out my cock and put it in his face, “put your lips around my cock, but no tongue, you will swallow everything I give you tonight” His soft lips surrounded the head of my cock, and I let my stream go, I could hear him gulping. It took every ounce of focus I had to not get hard and stop my flow of piss. He swallowed the last of my piss, I grabbed his face, kissed him deep, and spit into his mouth. “Good boy, lets head to the bedroom.” He got up and stumbled, the Xanax must be kicking in finally I thought. We go into the room and I pushed him onto the bed, “on your elbows and knees, I’m going to eat your ass” I said. He was quiet but by his squirming I knew he was enjoying my tongue, I would stop every once in a while and suck his cock a little to keep him on edge. “What do you want?” I asked. “Your cock” “where do you want my cock?” “I want you to fuck my ass” “I will fuck you good tonight, slut” “Thank you Sir”, he answered as I sprayed a towel with Maximum Impact and pushed it to his face. “Deep breaths slut, these are called poppers, you’re going to like these.” I commanded. Sure enough his hole started to visibly loosen up, and this scared “straight” boy was now ready for the fucking of his life. He moaned as my cock entered his ass, I fucked him deep and slow, he took every inch of it. His ass was meant for cock, I’d make him realize it. He was moaning up a storm as I flipped him back and forth from his stomach to his back fucking him fast and rough, I would slow down and whisper things in his ear, knowing he wouldn’t respond much but hopefully it sticks in his mind. “You will be my boyfriend, we will travel and I’ll fuck you every day while we are gone, you take cock so well, you probably take cock better than you give it, your cock is mine, your hole is mine, I wish I could make your pregnant”. I repeated over and over. He answered at last, “fuck me until I’m pregnant.” That’s when it struck me, I knew how to make him mine forever.

I'm flattered by guys on here who want to add me as a friend. But please know that if you add me as a friend, I assume I get to shoot my load into your unprotected ass. Deal?

looking for 2 -3 bi men for group fun. must be of good size and circumcised. 6.5" and up. your status is not important and prefer not to know. Pm me for a Q&A and then ill make my selection. looking on every Tuesday so you must b open that day only. location will be in motel room. I guess its a give but just in case it BAREBACK ONLY.

I'm preparing for my cumdump debut at a Cumunion party, and I want to make sure I take as many cocks and loads as I can in the process. This is my first time offering my holes up without a concern over protection, so I'm nervous, but also quite excited. I shaved all unnecessary body hair, every area will be silky smooth for my debut. I was thinking of just wearing a jock with a bottle of lube under the waistband over my ass (I'm not brave enough for spit lube yet) while wandering around the play areas. Does anyone have any other recommendations for turning myself into a cumdump beacon, beyond finding a spot to present my ass and wait? Ideally I'm hoping for a chain spit roasting session but I'm trying to keep realistic expectations.

Nice! I know that resort (big surprise)! Sounds like your hole was a hit! Make sure to share it more often! <oink>

I ALWAYS douche before offering my ass up. I'm even a little paranoid when it comes to a potential mess, so I make sure my ass is sparkly clean before I take that first cock. This is great advice. It's not my first rodeo at the club, so I know the basic etiquette. Where I have trouble is making the distinction between a simple passing grope and a "hey I want this ass" grope. I'll do my best to make more noise, getting caught up in the moment is something that happens to me a lot. And I HATE when guys hog the sling or fuckbench, so I make sure to limit my time if there are no takers. The sharpie is a nice touch. Thanks very much for your input.

I usually JUST wear a jock at these events. Depending on the location, I may also wear boots. I like to wear a jockstrap because it's a subconscious signal that my hole is on the menu, but my cock isn't. Feel free to use lube as you need to. Many guys don't, but then again, many guys arrive with a load already in them (I know I do!). You might want to grab a sharpie and encourage your tops to keep tally. Nothing gets other tops hotter than seeing a few tick marks on a pretty set of cheeks. It also lets them know that you've got cum inside you and will not need to be lubed. DO respond when someone compliments you. DO accept the occasional ass pat. If a move is unwanted, be polite in declining it. Smile. Give feedback. If it feels good, let the top know. Moan. Grunt. Say "Thank you". Enjoy yourself and don't get caught in your own head or comparing yourself to others. There will always be someone with a bigger dick and a sloppier hole. Try to enjoy every single cock you get and make sure THEY enjoy your hole. They'll keep cumming back to your hole if you do. I've got a few guys that seek me out every time. DO NOT camp out in a sling or fuckbench. It is acceptable to jump in and wait (for a bit), but if you don't have any takers, free up the furniture for others.

I LOVE the feeling of being bound and available. I also prefer being strapped to a fuckbench (I like it on my belly/doggy best). Have been blindfolded and shackled at the ankles to a fuckbench which gave me a little room to move and reposition. Loved feeling men fuck me and leave and wonder when the next one was cumming.... Had a nice puddle of cum run out of my gaping hole by the time I was released!

In the end it's a mind game. Being on Prep is personal choice but then why bb when you can get other bugs that prep does not cover. Chasing poz loads is a outcome of bb and enjoyment of feeling all lustful feelings of mans need to have his brothers seed mixing. Bareback and enjoy ass and cock and dame all others .

I always nut in a bottom. The few times, towards the end of fucking, a bottom did ask me not to cum inside, I just kept fucking and seeded them anyways. They never said anything about it after, which makes me think it was an empty request. And any repeat fuckings I gave them were always raw with my spunk coating their insides, as it should be.

You are my kind of bottom. I have always been outraged by those bottoms who do not understand that their role is to just take cock and cum. Who the hell do they think they are?!?

If you stick your cock in my ass, I want your cum deep inside me too. No pulling out allowed

That sounds as if you were at the Adonis... Lord knows I spent many a Saturday night in that basement. (Yes, that is the sound of a few pigs squealing and oinking in the background....)

I don't watch videos that the top uses a condom, I prefer to watch bare videos.

I hate condoms and don't like to see them on a cock in a video. Getting fucked without a condom feels so much better! When I used to top I always enjoyed fucking a hole without a condom on my cock better than having one on.

Part 3: Twink Talk part 1. Honestly I was surprised the the biker did not breed the twink again. But who was I to complain with 2 toxic loads, and a negative load plugged up my ass by the biker before we left. The biker stated that he was pretty sure he would see me again, but if not it would be just another gift that he gave me. The twink seemed quite excited watching the biker plug my hole with a rather large glass plug. We then all kissed and the twink and I started walking back to where we had parked. He was only a few cars away. As we walked back, he asked if we could talk. I agreed, hoping this might lead to more fun in my SUV. We got to my SUV, and got into the front seat, where the twink explained once again that he was relatively new to the BB scene, but enjoyed it when with another guy. Honestly I was shocked as he was an amazing fuck. He explained that he lived in a small Midwest town, similar to where I grew up. I explained that I did not learn the joys of even safe sex until I was much older. I told him that I had only started to BB about 3 years ago. He seemed quite surprised. He told me that he was a bit embarrassed about out father/son role play, yet at the same time it turned him on. He told me he would often jack off thinking about his fathers cock, and was thinking about it as he seeded me. I told him that my situation was very similar to his. I once saw my father pissing, and admired his cock. Unlike the twink, I was not well endowed like my father though. I explained that I knew it wouldn’t be a reality in having sex with my dad, as he would give me a hard time about jacking off while in the bathroom. Little did my dad know that I was often thinking about his cock as I jacked off in the bathroom. I told him that I was surprised by how great he was in role play. He explained that his first gay experience was as a bottom, but the guy was versatile, and asked him to fuck him too, which he did. He quickly learned that he enjoyed giving, as much as receiving, and he and his first male partner played several times covered, before deciding to play bare. Once they did, both decided that bare was much more fun and they had become bb buds. When I asked him what he enjoyed about BB sex, he said it was the feeling of cum up his ass. He continued by saying it felt much better while cumming up an ass. He still seemed to have thoughts about making the decision to BB though. I told him that I would try and answer any questions that he had. With that he leaned over, said thank you daddy and shoved his tongue down my throat. After a few minutes of passionate kissing, I told him that my son has grown up, and his daddy was proud of him. After I told that to him, he moved over and started kissing me passionately again. While he did, I reached over and fondled his cock, which was rock hard. I immediately got his pants open, and started sucking his beautiful cock. Much unlike his stamina while fucking, he fed me in less than 10 minutes. After that, he hugged me tightly, and asked me to kiss him, and share his cum, as he had never tasted his own. I happily obliged. He then asked if we could go to the back of my SUV and talk some more. Of course I agreed, thinking there would be yet more breeding. Now I’m pretty much all bottom, and its rare that I fuck, but just knowing I had a twink interested in playing, how could I refuse when he said daddy I want you to breed me? We got into the back of the SUV and he told me that he was disappointed that the biker did not breed him earlier, and that he wanted to feel a cock pulsing inside him. I told him that its obvious that I wasn’t hung like the biker, and I tend to come quickly when I top. He said he didn’t care, that he just wanted a load blasted deep in him. With that, I lifted his legs in the back of the SUV, spit on his hole, and bred him. As I expected, I came in less than 5 minutes. He rolled over and asked me to eat his loaded ass, and swap it with him, as he rather enjoyed the taste of his own cum. Oh course I had no objection to eating his lightly furry ass, and swapping with him. After we laid in the back of the SUV for a bit, he asked me why the biker put that plug up my ass, and how much it hurt. I told him it did hurt, but it was a good hurt, and we would talk about why later.

10. A Record of Mike and Ben Mike and Ben captured in a photo lie under a magnet on the refrigerator. Mike wears a goofy, stoned smile and Ben looks supremely happy, happier than he ever had a right to be. We like to think photos stop time, but they’re really markers of time passing. We say photos “capture” us and they do. They’re traps, like tar pits or quicksand that stop us in our tracks. We shed the image, leave it behind like a skin, and we move on leaving our past self preserved in celluloid, or pixels, or amber. A photo is “shot,” you “take” a picture. And you pay a price for this tiny immortality, you, who always will exist at that moment, in that frame of mind, never changing, never growing another day older, innocent of the future course your life will take. They’re breadcrumbs, we believe, that will bring us back to our original selves, as if there were such a thing. We collect these images and put them in a box of memories, or in an album that sits on a shelf, or in the attic long forgotten. The more industrious of us sell the most salacious ones. Think Drax. The brilliant make them art, think Mapplethorpe, objectifying their subject; that is, make them an object of desire, whether the sculpted form of a black dancer, the long stamen of a calla lily, or a close-up of a ten-inch cock. This objectification, this simulacrum—merely a representation of the thing itself—exists in the humble Instamatic vacation snapshot, or the family posed and idealized at Thanksgiving through a Brownie lens, or the selfie we take pressing a button, our phone held aloft, revealing our junk in a bathroom mirror to an indifferent, anonymous world where we hope someone will notice. We do this to ourselves, as we do unto others, capturing a moment, taking a slice out of time, interrupting life’s unrelenting progress, its numbing continuity, in exchange for a piece of eternity. That, my brothers, is the bargain—and what a bargain it is. *** Jesus Christ Almighty, did this guy who how to fuck! Ben, as a top, was a power driver, pounding away at any available man cunt or boy pussy that was under him, only every now and then tuning in to see how his bottom was doing. And that was purely optional. But this guy who was fucking him? Damn! The way he closely surveyed Ben, every twist and turn of his big uncut Italian dick registering in some lewd and impactful way, he was there, in the moment, with his big brown eyes looking down, checking how his cock was making Ben feel. Most guys at the baths, himself included, were there to get off, but, Shit! this guy in the public area was sending him to the moon. No, not the moon but Pluto or whatever was beyond that. And purposely doing it for all to see. And he, Ben, was on his second round of cumming. Think of that! He didn’t even leave after he got off. He came once by this guy, yes, but this fucking guy wasn’t letting him go anywhere so soon. He was still drilling into him, wildly, bucking against him like a stallion, pressing Ben’s feet against his shoulders, fucking him like he was his bitch—oh, he was—spreading his legs, pressing deep into his hole, then twisting him around, screwing him literally one-eighty, setting him upright on his knees, doing him, pulling him back, driving him wild until—Ben couldn’t believe it—Ben was the one slamming his ass back on this guy’s long and extra-wide boner, humping it like a drugged up whore—which, okay, he was—but still, he couldn’t get enough of this fucking guy’s shit! The guy let Ben fuck himself silly on his big ol’ Johnson, that is until he (fuck, what’s your name again?), Manetti, chose to drive, and then he, Manetti, would just hold Ben’s hips stationery and undulated like a snake, slapping Ben’s ass like he was some fucked up cowboy smacking his horse, slithering and slamming, bucking and ramming into his hole again and again, then climb all over him, mounting him higher, throwing his hairy brown legs over Ben’s butt and just fucking the shit out him. Fuck! It drove Ben insane, and that was the point, wasn’t it? He wanted to drive Ben crazy in front of this crowd, which started off with a couple of bystanders, but now was a group of around twenty men, whacking their oh-yeahs, watching this horny ass stud fucking this other horny ass stud. What was it? Twice they’d flipped? No one kept count. The sight was its own aphrodisiac that made men watch for a while, then suck off or fuck their neighbor. You couldn’t help yourself. The Italian would unmount and take Ben from the side for the bath house to observe, holding Ben’s right leg high up in the air, Ben’s enormous cock bobbing hard in front, lying next to him, making sure he knew the Italian was in charge. (For now.) And slide repeated up his chute, reaching around, seeing where Ben was at. Was he still hard? Was he close to coming? How did this feel if he torpedoed into his butt like this? How did Ben feel if he slowed it down, a nightcrawler in his ass, smoky Barry White bass strokes, almost sliding out, then fucking shooting back in, hard, hurtful, audacious? Did he feel fucked and controlled in front of the crowd? Did he like being controlled? Did he like everyone seeing he was a fucking bottom toy to this hairy wop? Dealer’s choice, pal. The amazing thing, the thing that got him hooked, that made him want to see him outside of the bath house, afterward, for a lifetime, was that when he heard him cum, when he whispered in his ear he was cumming, he still kept fucking him after he shot. Not only was he a good fucker, he was a giving fucker. He allowed Ben to get off while he still poked his chute. But Ben wasn’t going to let this fucker off that easy. After Ben felt cum dripping out his hole, he pushed the guy off and, to the bath house’s amazement and captivation, Ben flipped the fucker for the second, or was it a third time, sticking him with his patented Big Ben dongle. How’d he like that, motherfucker? Wham, bam, and now Manetti’s legs were spread in the air, Ben rapidly jack hammering that sexy, hairy Italian ass. Ben fucked the living shit out of him. Plowed him, swirled his hips, gyrated into him like the guy was all seven cars on a Tilt-O-Whirl, spinning him like a top till Manetti’s big uncut cock was hard again and leaking as severely as a faulty water hose. *** There was a sound of trickling water. It reminded him he had to pee. His vision was cloudy but he was sitting up. There was greenery around him, a wall of bricks, something gleaming white. Okay, what was that? It had a name: oh, a white fountain. The white fountain had three tiers dribbling a constant stream, splashing away in the quiet garden. Ivy hung on trellises over the brick. He looked to the sky and felt dizzy. Clouds drifted overhead, four stories above. He watched the clouds for a while trying to focus, trying to remember, but found it impossible, like gauze wrapped his brain. Why couldn’t his hands move? Goddamn he had to pee, wished the fountain would stop reminding him of it. His head fell forward heavily. He noticed his arms were bound with plastic ties to the rails of a chair. His right arm had a tube that ran to an IV bottle standing next to him. The chair had wheels. It had a name: a wheelchair. Why was he in a wheelchair, with an IV in him, in a small, private garden, sitting across from a wrought iron bench with metallic flowers swirling as a backrest? The white fountain continued to flow. At the top was a frog whose mouth sprayed upward a small finger of water. He had to pee. He couldn’t stop it now if he tried. His bladder flowed and he waited for the humiliation of wetting himself, but it didn’t happen. No stain spreading in his hospital gown, no splashing on the stone pavement below. He looked up at a man sitting down in the wrought iron bench watching him, watching a colostomy bag start to fill with brownish urine. The man’s name was Drax. He remember that much, but someone was covering the sun. The garden was growing dark. The trickling fountain grew faint, till there was no sound. No light. Nada. *** Ben gave his step-dad the finger. His mom yelling but why New York over his step-dad yelling what kind of job do you get offered in a bar, while eight-year-old Chris stood on the curb crying rare tears. Ben knelt down to his little brother. “You be brave, buddy,” he told him. “You just wait. We’re going to be together again, just wait and see.” All he had was his wallet, his windbreaker, and a business card that had a Bel Air Motel room number on it. He left everything else behind, his record collection, his clothes, his pot, his porn. But it was Chris he felt the deepest pain abandoning. But what was he supposed to do? He was just eighteen. Two weeks before his step-dad jumped him out in the front yard for being insubordinate. Insubordination was a big thing with that stupid ass, all former marine, all present-day dick. In a reversal from earlier fist fights, John, his step-dad, received most of the punches before the police came. John was stronger, way stronger, but Ben was angrier, insanely mad, in fact, lost it, on how the guy treated his mom and especially on how he beat his little brother. Chris could be a pest, he knew that, but he never deserved the physical drubbing and mental abuse John doled out. But he was eighteen and had no Plan B, just had to get out at that moment, or wait for the police to arrive and arrest him. That was John’s threat anyway, accusing Ben of dealing pot out of their house. No matter how much Ben argued he was just holding for a friend, partly true, alright, he was lying through his ass—still, dealing pot in their rundown neighborhood, where the nearby penitentiary let out its cons? Seriously? Where if you wanted to score something harder all you had to do was hang out at the local Burger King? Where at the nearby Bel Air Motel, you could have a girl by the hour, or a boy, or anything in between. Dude, c’mon. Open your fucking eyes, John! Look where we live! Which was what Ben spat out, fed up with this shit. John, of course, who’d had it up to here with Ben and his insubordinate mouth shoved him out the door. Dirty faggot! That was the straw. Ben flipped him the bird. Walking away as pissed off as he’d ever been, then walking quickly down the street because of the approaching siren, he turned down an alley and pulled a card out from his jacket. He examined it. Three Jolly Rogers, their three cross bones spelling out X X X and Drax Enterprises in raised type underneath. He flipped it over. Room #12, it read in chicken-scratch script. Drax was this older biker dude he’d met in the alley behind the Tic-Toc Bar where he dealt weed. Okay, let’s pretend that that how he made his money. Sure, we’ll go with that for now. Lot of bikers hung out there so Drax didn’t really stand out much, just one of many forty-year-old plus leather losers mixed in with the ex-cons. You try to pick out which is which. A lot of the patrons knew Ben since he was a kid. Many lusted after him. Why not? This stony, surfer dude act he had down pat. Also his herb had a good reputation. Imported from Hawaii, distributed through a Samoan classmate who dealt large quantities, it was a gazillion times better than its Mexican cousin. Maui Waui, Thai Stick, and Purple Rhino were his most popular brands. Hanging out with some of his regulars, he’d do a doobie with a few of them in their homes or motel rooms. One thing might lead to another. Not that he turned tricks for a living—which is what he told himself at first—but it was just a little extra income. He had a nice stash of cash saved up and thought he’d get his own apartment, before John busted in on him as he was weighing out baggies in his bedroom. I mean the guy didn’t even knock. He knew John had been looking for a reason to boot him out since June when he graduated. So stars converged, bridges got burned, his stock got confiscated after he stormed out, and little brother got left behind. He climb the Bel Air Motel’s back staircase looking for Room #12. He actually liked the sleaziness of the Bel Air Motel. It was part of how he got off. He’d turned not just a few tricks—there, we’re admitting it now—in the past few months. It was conveniently close to the Tic-Toc so quite a few nights some rough customer he enjoyed getting high with, who’d bring Jack Daniels back to the motel room, he and whoever would have a little party. He found a lot of these older guys were just lonely or had an old lady back home with some snot-nosed kids, and they just wanted to get laid, man. No strings, okay, but twenty bucks for whatever. Sometimes they’d want to fuck him, which he didn’t like so much, but it did pay good, or they’d want to get fucked, which was his preference. Or sometime they just wanted to get their cock sucked or suck his not insignificant Big Ben. Or sometimes they’d just pay to talk. Thoughts on God, on marriage, on why they gave up on their dreams, rationalizing whatever the fuck was stuck in their craw that night. Ben was no therapist. He’d sit there staring at the guy going through some mid-life whatever, and he’d zone out, drunk, stoned, watch words trip out their beards. Maybe some spit when their ideas got intense. It was crazy they would pay to just blather. Sex made much more sense. Officially he was barred from the Tic-Toc Bar. Got busted there a few years back even with his fake ID. But the owner, Tony, a widower in his late fifties, who’d spent a few good times with him—nudge, nudge—at his nearby house, let him hang out in the alley, would sneak him a beer in exchange for a few puffs off his joint every now and then. The night he met Drax there was a rare summer downpour. Most rainy nights Tony took pity, would let Ben come in through the back where he could stay if he sat at the corner of the bar, out of sight, close to the back exit just in case. If the fuzz came, Ben was to slip out quietly, no harm, no foul. He was sipping his Jack and coke, when Drax slid onto the barstool next to him. “How much?” Drax asked. “How much what,” Ben said looking forward, observing Drax in the bar’s gold veined mirror. “How much you want?” Drax answered. Ben tried to get a bead on this guy. “Depends on what you want,” Ben replied, taking another sip of his drink. He didn’t know if the guy was looking for weed or was playing him for a hustler. Didn’t matter which, he’d copped to both sides of that coin, he just wanted to know which the guy was after. “Let start with you.” Drax offered him a smoke, which Ben accepted. Drax flicked open his lighter and lit both their cigarettes. “Well,” said Ben, looking at Drax directly, exhaling a cloud into the air. Short cropped grey hair, grey beard, dark eyes with deep, dark circles underneath. H-A-T-E tattooed on the digits of one hand. F-U-C-K tattooed on the other. “Depends on what you want to do.” Drax draped himself over the bar, looked into Ben’s face. “I don’t want to do anything. I want to know how much to buy you.” The man took a long drag. “Outright. Permanently,” he said flatly, the words exhaled through smoke. Ben howled. Tony came over behind the bar to make sure Ben kept his promise of maintaining a low profile. The bar wasn’t crowded, the juke box had ended, and the old guy and the young hustler at the end of the bar were the prime attraction. “Permanently? Doesn’t work that way. Sorry friend,” Ben said, finishing his drink. He gave Tony a two finger salute and went out the back door. It was really coming down now. You could smell the heavy salt air blowing in from the ocean. The beach was a few blocks away but with the wind roaring, you could hear waves crashing and imagine the waves were spraying right over you. He turned up the collar of his thin windbreaker, resigned to the fact that he’d be a soaking mess by the time he got home. Suddenly, there was a figure next to him. It was the guy from the bar walking at his pace. “You already know this,” the man said over the wind, “but you have something men want. You know this.” “I know this?” Ben said, without looking at him, his blond hair dripping down his face. “How do I know this?” “I see you do. Don’t be a coy little pansy shit. You know what you have has value and it’s not just what’s swinging between your legs. But what’s between these ears,” the man said, tapping Ben’s temple. The moment he touched Ben, Ben stopped and looked at him. “Dude, how many ways I gotta say this? I’m not for sale—permanent or otherwise.” The man looked amused. He pulled out a business card and wrote on the back. He handed it to Ben, and said, “For when you figure out what that price is, come up and we can begin a negotiation. What you will do, what you won’t, and what you want to become. I'll make it happen.” He pivoted and headed back to the bar. He called back over his shoulder, “I’m here till Monday then I go back to New York, with or without you.” Ben was about to toss the card in the gutter but he felt a flicker of flattery. Something vague, something vulgar, something exciting, something that made him feel maybe there was something he was meant for besides turning tricks out of a back alley. The guy was probably some lonely old fart that wanted to blow him or blow smoke up his ass. But he put the card in his pocket anyway and continued marching forward in the gale and spray. *** The second floor recovery suite had a hospital bed that looked out the tall French windows. Typically reserved for celebrity patients whose black limousines secreted them through the basement garage, brought up here to this charming suite that overlooked a lovely garden, where the celebrity would await surgery—face lift, nose job, breast implant, pec implant, penis enlargement, foreskin restoration, whatever—and afterward, recuperate for as long as they wished in the self-contained suite, complete with kitchenette and valet service, resting downstairs in the lush backyard garden, or lounging on the rooftop that commanded a stunning view of midtown and Central Park, sipping a Mai Tai from the outdoor bar. The roof was a perfect spot to visit with a spouse, or rendezvous with a lover, or to reveal to one’s entourage the surgery’s amazing results. Voila! Un tout nouveau vous. An all new you. The French windows, which opened onto a small balcony, were parted. A pleasant late afternoon breeze ruffled chiffon curtains. Once again he woke to the fountain dribbling softly below. His arms, once again, were anchored with plastic ties to the bed’s aluminum side rails. The large television console was playing a daytime game show. The sound was muted. A heavyset blonde woman on the game show was choosing between a new car and a new kitchen. Consternation filled her face. Consternation filled Manetti’s face. His bound hands didn’t make sense. Then, like a lightning bolt, pain struck his groin and he tried to crunch into a ball. At the same time, a man in a white lab coat, followed closely by a bald intern he definitely remembered, came in and checked the instruments Manetti was hooked up to. The lab coated guy stuck a needle in his arm and injected him. He instantly went numb, the pain evaporated, but he couldn’t move anything except his eyes. The lab coated guy lifted Manetti’s hospital gown and felt up Manetti’s crotch. Manetti saw him under his hospital gown but felt nothing. The pain was gone and was replaced by, not even numbness, nothing. The curtains stirred and he at least expected to feel the breeze but nothing registered. The lab coat guy removed some bloody bandages from beneath his gown. “Barkley,” the man said, addressing the orderly. “Take a look. I’d say this is the best I’ve ever done.” The orderly, Barkley, had droopy eyes and carried himself like a dolt, his fat lips hanging. He took a look under Manetti’s gown and sneered lecherously, “Fuck, doctor. I’d eat that.” “Not for a while, Barkley. Mustn’t rush it,” said the doctor. “Let it heal then you can have all the fun you want.” Manetti eyes quivered in alarm. His heart monitor started beeping wildly, the screen spiked with rapid fire bolts. He tried to speak but whatever the doctor had given him made all his muscles useless. “Bring me the fids,” the doctor said calmly, pointing to a case by the door. While the doctor slipped on latex gloves, Barkley brought over a small case, and opened it. Inside were a series of long cone-shaped brass posts, which ran from a half inch in diameter and three inches in length, up to the largest, a fid two inches in diameter and seven inches in length. The doctor selected the smallest fid, applied KY jelly over it, and brought it under Manetti’s gown. Manetti felt nothing physically, but emotionally he was frantic. The doctor followed up the fid insertion with a heavy gauze pad and adhesive tape. On the television, the fat woman was jumping up and down in her new kitchen. “Let’s let the patient rest,” the doctor said, and twisted a nob on the IV drip. Manetti felt the light fading, his head falling back, and a dawning terror surfacing, which crept with him into the darkness. “For now, change his colostomy bag. And in the morning, Barkley, bring our guest up to the roof for some sun. He looks awfully pale.” *** He pretty much new Room #12 was at the end the second floor by the ice machine. He knocked. Silence. He looked over the railing at the parking lot below. The San Diego freeway buzzed a block away. A black Camero gleaming below caught his attention, one of the only cars in the parking lot. It was Saturday afternoon. A nice California day. By six o’clock the motel would be hopping, by midnight the No Vacancy sign would be lit. He was about to leave when the curtain inside pulled back revealing the guy from the bar who gave him the business card. The door opened and the man blinked at Ben. He thought the man had forgotten who he was. “I met you at Tic-Toc. You gave me this.” Ben flashed the business card. “I know who you are. Are you ready to come in?” he asked. Ben went inside. He flopped casually in the only armed chair in the room. Drax sat at the desk and waited. “So, man, what’s this permanently jazz?” Ben asked. The man looked him up and down. “Far, far down the road, boy.” The man picked up a cigarette smoldering in an ashtray and inhaled. He smiled coldly, exhaling. “First step. Allow me to take some Polaroids.” He took a camera off the desk, and pointed it at Ben. “Test photos. Take off your jacket and shirt.” Ben took out a cigarette pack from his jacket, picked out a joint. “Mind if I…?” he asked. The man said nothing. Ben sat back, lit it and took a long drag while he stared back at the man. He took a second drag, and still the guy sat at the desk holding his camera saying nothing. Ben made a decision, put the joint in the ashtray and took off his jacket, sat back and gave the joint another toke. The man remained silent. “Okay, then,” Ben said, and pulled off his shirt displaying his broad, tan chest. He was just beginning to sport hair at his breast bone, and a few dark hairs spouted around his nipples. Against his well-defined abs, a brown treasure trail began at his navel and disappeared at his belt. “Why don’t you sit on the edge of the bed,” Drax suggested. “Take the joint with you, if you like.” Ben got up and sat on the bed. Drax flashed the camera, and the Polaroid went through its noisy mechanics and spat out a blank photo. While Ben gave the joint a couple more tokes, the image of Ben’s eighteen-year-old perfect surfer self came to life. Drax showed him his picture and he like what he saw. Serious, a bit sketchy, a bit innocent, dirty blond hair in a ponytail, a long sculpted nose, suspicious blue eyes, a thin mouth with thick lips, pinching a joint in his fingers. “What I expected,” Drax said. “Take off your shoes and pants.” Ben kinda liked the idea of being photographed. He kicked off his shoes and took off socks. Drax observed him as he stripped. Ben unbuckled his belt, let his jeans drop to the floor and stepped out of them. “Get up by the headboard, slip your hand in your boxers.” Ben was also getting into being directed. Usually a trick would let him improvise however he wanted as long as it led to a blow job or a fuck. But it seemed this guy knew exactly what he wanted and it wasn’t that. It was more like he was getting into Ben head and sculpting him in a way. He sat at the headboard and felt his hardening cock through his fly. Drax flashed another shot. Ben took one last hit and stubbed the roach out on the bed’s side table ashtray. As was his routine after getting a buzz, he went back over to his pack of cigarettes, his cock tenting in his shorts, took out a smoke and lit it. On the way over to the headboard, Drax told him to drop the boxers and just sit on the side of the bed. Ben did. Thought it odd all the guy wanted was to take naked Polaroids of him smoking. Drax stood away from him by the door and flashed a wide shot. There was a knock. Drax cracked the door. “You ready for us,” a deep voice outside said. Drax opened the door and let in two men, a black guy and a white guy, both in their early thirties. Ben knew instantly they were ex-cons by the black guy’s builds and both their wary eyes. The black guy reeked of penitentiary muscle, was a couple inches taller than Ben, which put him at around six-two, six-three. Rock hard shoulders and arms, with a slim prison food waists. The white guy had mousy brown hair, was sorta pudgy, shorter than the other guy, and had a severely receding hairline. “Whoo-ya,” said the black guy smiling ear to ear, checking out the naked surfer on the bed sporting a nice big woody. His partner said to Drax, “So, c-note for each time we fuck him? Shit, Daddy,” he laughed, “we’d pay you that much for such a pretty tail.” The black guy went to the bedside ashtray and picked out the half-finished joint. “Skootch over, Pony boy,” he said relighting the reefer. “You gonna be my bitch tonight?” Ben said to Drax, “I usually don’t like to get fucked.” “Did I ask what you like?” Drax replied. “This is Zion and Dave. They got out of lockup this morning, so they’ve got a lot of, uh, energy stored up. You’re going to need stamina. You up for it?” Drax asked. Ben shrugged his shoulders probably yes. Drax took out a small kit with several orange capped points in it. “This will help. You’ve slammed before, yes?” Ben shook his head no, uneasy, but not afraid. “Ah, lemme do him, Daddy,” Dave, the white thug, begged. Drax smiled indulgently. He gave the first syringe to the con. “Let’s see that arm, Scooter,” he said, feeling Ben’s forearm. “Make me a fist. So many choices.” He made a lip-smacking sound and pop in the needle, registered and signed Ben off. “See ya on the other side, man.” Ben fell back on the bed wild-eyed. Zion rubbed his smooth chest and pinched a nipple. “You feel good, don’t’cha, Pony boy?” “Oh, shit,” breathed Ben. He brought his knees to his chest in a fetal position. Zion wet his finger and traced Ben’s butthole. Ben jumped up, excited. “Oh, fuck, man. Fuck!” “Ready to get gangbanged? Here, put on this dirty jock while these boy’s get do themselves. No soft cocks in my films,” Drax said. Zion and Dave took up their rigs, while Drax brought out a large camcorder. Ben put on the jock, his erection hanging out the side, and sat breathing heavily on the bed’s edge. There was another knock. Zion, who was taking off his shoes on the second bed next to the door, he reached up and opened it. Three more felons came in, nodding to everyone in the room. Some knew each other, some not. Didn’t matter. This wasn’t a social call. “Hang up your clothes next to the bathroom,” directed Drax. “Get hard. Even if you’re not in the shot,” Drax instructed, “I want you hard. You can suck each other if you want, but don’t cum. No fucking, except to fuck this kid. Anybody got STDs?” A tall big dicked Irish guy, his shirt still on but pants on the floor, raised his hand tentatively. “Clap,” he said. “Okay, just so you all know, in case any of you do any felching. It’s on you, but felching will get you three c's, if that’s incentive, just snowball it to the kid, don’t swallow.” Drax opened a second camcorder case. “Mac,” he said to the guy with gonorrhea, “you’re my second camera when you’re not fucking him. Okay, so everyone’s clear. One c-note for each money shot. No money shot, no money. Let me hear it when you nut. Don’t think anyone hear is shy, right?” The men all laughed. “Kid, why don’t you break the ice and start sucking Zion’s big snake. Get your bubble butt in the air.” Drax turned on the camera as Zion spread his legs at the headboard and Ben started going down on him, his freckled shoulders down, his round ass high. That’s where Drax started, a big close-up of Ben light brown hole. Dry for now. Several men went into the bathroom to slam. Zion pushed Ben down on his growing pole. Dave and Mac crawled on either side of the bed slinking toward Ben. Mac got to Ben’s hole first and spat and began sucking on it, getting it juicy. Dave bent under Ben and started pinching his titties, slipped a hand and wanked Ben’s expansive meat. “He’s hard, Master Drax. You want to see it?” “Suck it and choke on it. That’ll sell this kid. Don’t be dainty. If you puke you puke,” said Drax. Dave went to town trying to take as much of Ben’s dong as he could. Ben did the same for Zion. Mac was at Ben’s hips, sliding his cock between Ben’s white butt cheeks, ready to bone him. Drax got the camera even with Mac’s cock, and recorded as it slowly penetrate Ben’s receptive ass. Ben let out a cry of distress and wantonness as the big Irish meat slipped in. As soon as Mac was completely buried, he pulled out and in rapidly quickening his pace. He climbed onto Ben’s ass and rode him fiercely. He bent over him, with Drax closing in on Ben’s face. You could see Mac whispering, “You want my disease, bitch? Want me to infect you? Knock you up, fucker?” “Yeah,” Ben got out, alternating between Zion’s and now Dave’s hard tools. “Yeah.” Mac yanked Ben off his knees and flipped him around, spread his legs and pushed back inside. He raped his hole while others sauntered around in the background, telling him to give him his load, encouraged his assault. Ben was spinning out of his mind, open and loving being Mac’s fuck bottom. “I’m cumming, bitch. Take my filthy load,” Mac said, pulling out, yanking his wet red meat, spurting over Ben’s balls and ass cheeks a full eight shots of long strands of white spooge. He took his still milking cock and wipe strings of diseased sperm and pushed it into Ben’s ass. He then penetrated him all the way up to his red pubes, and fucked him for a while longer holding his legs in the air. Dave licked up some of the spooge and fed it to Ben. When Mac was finished with him, he rolled off and Dave was instantly inside Ben’s hole. Mac went up to Ben’s head and demanded to be cleaned off. Ben was milking Zion’s cock, keeping him hard, but made room for both the men in his mouth. He stuffed their cocks in his greedy maw and got a nice moan out of them as their cockheads slithered over each other, Ben’s tongue stimulating them both. Zion, at his peak of excitement, pushed Dave off and climbed straight over Ben’s torso. He pulled Ben in the air spreading his legs, standing fully upright on the bed with Ben dangling below. The other men laughed and cheered as Zion twisted the kid in mid-air and plugged him while he was suspended. It was a spectacular act of precision, appreciated by Drax, but even more by a surprised, ecstatic Ben. Zion fell back on the bed penetrating Ben balls deep. Ben had never had anyone that big in him before and never so suddenly. Drax was there to pick up every yowl and shriek that Zion was so good at producing in pretty white boys. Dave was aggravated at having been shoved off but provided Zion with some ball and shaft licking as he fucked Ben. Dave’s tongue traced Ben’s hole as Zion’s priapic tool plowed away. Seemed like Zion and Dave had done this before. Ben was higher than fuck and enjoying every minute of this. He was starting to come off the initial rush, but his sense of reality was out of whack. As he was getting fucked by the biggest, blackest dick ever, and getting his asshole licked at the same time, he looked over and saw himself on television. Drax had the camcorder hooked up to check lighting and framing, but to Ben it was like he was living in two realities, both mind-blowingly fucked up. He felt Zion pummeling his hole, Dave’s tongue flicking his balls, but he also split off a part of himself, living in the image of himself getting fucked by a big, hot black stud, and teased by a horny gremlin determined to devour his balls. He floated between the live version of himself and the one for posterity, comingling in his brain. He was forced through his senses to live in the moment of each thrust Zion crushed him with, yet he also watched himself on TV—he was the main character, this guy getting gang-fucked by a series of anonymous strangers in a tawdry motel room. The men started blending into each other. Crystal made reality blur. Hours flew by. Two white lights followed every move he made or men made his make. A leg on the side of the bed where a second black guy was pumping in him from behind, a camera under his balls, watching his semi-erect dick hanging out his jock strap, bobbing up and down. A dark haired guy with a goatee, handsome in a hardened way, lay spread eagle on the bed. Ben crawled over him and bounced on the man’s long stiff P.A.'d cock, feeling the metal ramming his guts while he watched himself on TV bouncing on that same hard and handsome guy. The guy sneered up at him euphorically. Fuck, he never felt so good! He was pushed forward by Zion who wanted another piece of him. Still penetrated by the guy on the bed, Zion pushed his immense cockhead in Ben's elastic hole and slid his hard shaft up alongside the hard and handsome guy already inside. Ben had never been double dicked before and couldn’t believe how ripped open he felt, nor how good it was. Pain, pleasure, degradation, satisfaction could all exist together. Who knew? Better yet, with his head to the side he got to watch the spectacle outside himself, how others saw it, on the monitor. He thrust back on the men’s cocks, gratifying his ass as well as appreciating how visually hot it looked. He was in a feedback loop, making himself harder the more intense it looked, which increased the intensity of how it felt, which made him fuck himself even harder on their cocks—chicken and egg. And it wasn’t just him. Hard and handsome got more aroused and so did Zion. Both cocks engorged to their peak of arousal, their girths in overdrive, which only stretched Ben’s hole wider. He slammed into his tops as they ‘bated into him. There was sort of internal quake, a psychic agreement, a chord struck, and all three exploded together. No money shot for Drax—Ben’s hole got flooded and he himself, sandwiched by the two men, shot all over hard and handsome’s hairy chest. No, no money shot, but it paid off even better with the ecstatic chorus of howls produced by three men cumming in unison. Their orgasmic faces were priceless on camera, you didn’t need to see it to believe it, the audible growls and roars palpable to the men in the room, and still Drax got to end the shot intimately crouched between the men’s legs—Ben’s hole leaking out a deluge of cum, running out all over the bed; two sets of balls twitching, draining, with a pool of white semen soaking the sheets. *** It was the strangest sensation, and not altogether unpleasant, like a tickle but more satisfying. A tickle in his groin that blossomed in his belly and spread to the rest of his body. The opposite of a thought, a sensation that led him to a strange memory of the first time someone had rimmed him. Manetti lost to his teammate Enge in an after school practice wrestling match. This was in his senior year of high school, not a good year for him. He’d known Coach since he made the team his sophomore year, and after punching the mat after he lost the match, Coach made him hang back, wanted to help him deal with his anger. His parents were divorcing and he was supposed to pick a parent to stay with for the rest of the semester. Coach was aware of that. Manetti was furious with Enge for beating him, but more with himself for letting Enge get the upper hand. Life sucked generally and now specifically. Coach sat down on the mat next to him, draped his arm over his shoulder. Manetti sat there in the team’s blue unitard trying not to show emotion. Couch was this very attractive middle aged guy, greying at the temples but knew how to take care of himself, who always favored Manetti, whether in Coach’s math class, or on Coach’s wrestling team. “You know what you did wrong, don’t you?” Coach asked him, trying to get him to stop fuming. “I had my arm too far forward and it had all my weight. I was off-balance,” Manetti replied, masking his melancholy with anger. “Enge took advantage.” “No,” said Coach, “you let him get into your head. I saw your face. You were mad at him and you let emotion take over. You were all defensive. You can never get the upper hand if that’s all you are. That’s what beat you. It wasn’t Enge.” Manetti sat there, downcast, staring at the wrestling mat. “But I get it, Mike. I would be all defensive too. You have to go the lawyers tomorrow, don't you? Make a decision?” Manetti nodded his head. Coach pulled up his chin and brushed some of his wild chestnut hair out of his eyes. The unitard had always been a very vulnerable and unforgiving uniform. Your cock’s outline was always apparent. Because he had such a big one, everyone was always aware of it. But now, especially, feeling miserable and being comforted by a man he’d always admired, who always had taken him under his protective wing, now literally, raised his chin and made him look him in the eye. He couldn’t help but his truest feelings were beginning to show. He felt his crotch stirring. “You’re eighteen. Only a few more month and you’ll be off to NYU, so whatever you decide is temporary. Both your folks love you. That will never change.” Coach was warm, smelled good, but it was becoming obvious that Manetti was getting a hardon. Coach was slightly embarrassed, “Why don’t you hit the showers, champ. Come to my office and we’ll talk afterwards, if you want.” Manetti tried to crouch and slink off, to try and not emphasize how big of a boner he had. That was the first time that ever happened, but he’d never been held so intimately by a man before. He slipped off his uniform and hung it in his locker. In the shower his dick was still at half-mast but he didn’t care, he was alone. He put his head under the warm water and just let it run over him. He heard the locker room door lock, and saw Coach now as naked as he was, a figure as sculpted as Zeus, coming through the shower’s steam sporting a man-sized hardon. He’d masturbated late at night, fantasizing something like this might happen. Coach wore a wedding band, but apparently that didn’t matter. The man bent down on his knees and put Manetti’s stiffening cock in his mouth. It was the most incredible feeling he’d ever had. Water was running over his shoulders and splashing over Coach’s head. He shut off the shower and held Coach’s head while it bobbed up and down over his large appendage. He was going to shoot any second and he wanted to make the moment last longer than five seconds. He dropped to his knees and kissed Coach. He’d never before kissed a man on the mouth. His shaved face grazed Coaches face. He pulled back astonished at the sensation. Something he wanted to do for years, and now felt he had permission. Coach pulled his face back to his. Their kiss was passionate, earnest, sincere. Innocent as much as it was taboo. A onetime only encounter the Coach said after that day. Never to be allowed again, but remembered always. And right in the middle of the shower room, Coach did something unexpected. He brought Manetti down on the warm, wet tiles, laid him on his back, and lifted his muscular hairy legs apart. He spread Manetti open and drove his tongue straight into his butthole. Manetti was stunned he’d do that to his hairy hole, stick his tongue in there and start licking around, swirling it in circles, licking like a dog would, spreading his butt hair outward, always coming back to his center, tickling that sweet spot, a place he’d never imagine someone, especially this man who he’d looked up to for years, would ever want to put his mouth there. How delicious, sublime, dirty and obscene it felt. Something was now feeling as good as that first rim job he’d gotten by his wresting coach ten years ago. He opened his eyes and awoke in the recovery suite, his gown pulled up to his chin and the doctor was licking him between his legs. But it wasn’t a blow job he was getting. His dick was missing. He was shaved and flat down there. His hairy legs were secured to the end of the bed, spread apart, and both arms had plastic ties anchoring him to the guardrails. “What the fuck?!” he yelled. He got a good look and saw where his massive meat used to be was a slit, a cunt, pussy lips still wet from where the doctor’s mouth had been. He shrieked, “What the fuck did you fuckin’ do to me?!” Manetti rocked furiously against the bed, thrusting up his hips knocking the doctor away. He thundered out a banshee’s wail that reverberated far beyond the room, screeches of terror and fury echoing in the garden, flying to the sky. “I’ll fuckin’ kill you!” he roared, his face contorting demonically. “I’ll fuckin’ tear you apart!” He rocked the heavy hospital bed until it came close to toppling. The doctor shouted over his frenzy, “Do you want to be sedated again?” Manetti didn’t let up. He convulsed up and down, saying how he wanted to rip him apart, while trying to break free of his bindings. The ties around his arm showed red marks, bulging skin. The doctor persisted evenly, “Do you want me to knock you out for another four days? Is that what you want?” Manetti suddenly stopped. He looked down at his missing member. In a rasping voice, he said, “I’ll fucking rip your lungs out. What the fuck have done to me?” “If you calm down, I’ll tell you.” Manetti looked at him with fury in his eyes, eyes that bulged, eyes that flamed red. “I’ve given you a simple sex reassignment. Your organ was merely inverted. I just tested you and you responded as so many others have. It is pleasurable you’ll find. You’ll derive as much pleasure as you had before. More actually. You’ll be pleasantly surprised, I predict.” “Let me tell you what I predict, motherfucker.” Manetti began slowly, vehemently, each word committed to the violence he intended to pursue. “I predict, at some point, you’re going to have to let me go. And then. I will. Raze you. To the ground!” Again he erupted with even greater rage. The wheels of the bed rocked about to tip over. The doctor smiled his joyless smile, eyes that were dead of human empathy. “Then we simply must not let you go,” he stated, taking up a hypodermic needle and sticking it into the IV drip’s tube. Manetti fought with all his will to cling to his rage, but the drug injected was sapping him of strength, quickly making him compliant. He was calmly breathing, though with madness lingering in his eyes, but he was trapped inside a mutilated body that couldn’t fight. The doctor observed his quelling state, and once again approached him. He bought with him a camera and, with a clack over his crotch, recorded his handiwork. He set the camera aside, wet his middle finger, then cupped his hand over Manetti’s shaved cunt, slithering his middle finger up inside. There was not a thing Manetti could do about it. The fight had deserted him leaving the shell of his body behind. The doctor bent over and once again buried his mouth over his delicate vulva, fluttering its lips apart with his tongue. Manetti drifted off, his mind twirling down a rabbit hole. He fell onto his back on the white, wet tiles of the locker room ten years before, and Coach was between his legs, ravishing his beautiful, virginal mangina.

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Here's part 2, guys. Hope you like it. My body was tingling all over from the drugs and I was so turned on by the four guys who were all there to breed my ass. My Dad had arranged it and now here I was feeling like I just wanted their cum loads, I needed them. Deep inside me. I didn’t care about anything else, except their hard cocks shoved inside me.

 Eric was the first to make a move. “Get up on the bed, faggot,” he said. I jumped up and got on the huge bed with my ass in the air. Eric shoved his hairy face up against my boy twat and started to eat my ass.

 I moaned in pleasure. Dean walked over and started to kiss me and then gave me another shotgun of T, like I needed to get any higher. He pulled away and said “we’re gonna get you fucked up, faggot, then rape you.” I just moaned. This guy knew exactly what I wanted.

Jose and Chris were making out with each other and passing shotguns back and forth.

Eric came up for air and I turned around to look at him. His beard was covered in cum that he had sucked out of my cumdump. Dean looked up and said “FUCK that’s hot.” He leaned over my back (not hard to do since I”m 5’5” tall) and licked the loads from my dad and the two Mall DILFs out of Eric’s beard. Then he leaned down to share them with me. He shoved his tongue in my mouth and I could taste the salty jizz that I love so much. We passed the loads back and forth until they were gone and then I felt Eric stand up.

Dean got up and Jose moved over on the bed to shove his fat, uncut 8” dick into my mouth. Eric pushed my head down onto Jose’s dick, and then my back down so my ass was higher in the air. 

 Then in one fell swoop, he plunged his cock (which was even bigger than Jose’s, maybe 9.5” also uncut) into my sloppy pussy.

I pulled up off Jose’s cock so I could moan loudly. 

“FUCK MEEEEEEEEEE. PLEASE BREED ME!”

All three of them laughed. Chris said “Fuck guys, I never though this guy would be both hot and such a dirty little faggot. Only 18 too. Must’ve had some early training.” He knew full well by whom.

I looked up at him and grinned, and then went back to sucking Jose’s fat cock without saying a word. Gotta have a secret or two and, besides, cocksuckers need to be dedicated to getting hard cocks ready to breed greedy cunts.

Eric had plunged his cock all the way inside my dumpster. He was almost as big as my Dad. 

“Guys, this kid……hey faggot, what’s your name kid? Besides whore, cocksucker and cumdump?"

I pulled my mouth off Jose’s cock long enough to say “Justin.”

Eric laughed and continued “well Justin here has a well used hole. My cock is pretty long and fat and it just slid right in with no resistance. Pretty sure he’s never said no to a cock in his whole life.”

“Nope,” I said, briefly pulling my mouth off Jose’s short, fat cock. It was so fat I could barely get my lips around it. I couldn’t wait to get it up my boy cunt. I hope they had all seen my profile that said “all loads up my fagdump. No load refused.” Behind me, Eric started to slide slowly in and out of my ass, making me moan with pleasure whenever his huge cock pulled all the way out and then plunged back inside me. Every time he pushed all the way inside me, my face was pushed all the way down Jose’s cock, and into my throat. Daddy always told me I was a great deep throater. Jose’s loud moans and muttering “filthy cocksucker,” seemed to agree.

I looked over and Dean had turned Chris around so we were side by side on the bed with our boy twats in the air. Chris was tall, and had a thin, muscular body with lots of body hair. His ass was big and round and begged to be bred.

“Come on Dean, give me another load. My hole is begging for it.”

Dean laughed and said “your hole is always begging for a load, dude.” 

Dean stood up and walked around behind Chris, and I could hear him slide his cock up Chris’ hole. As soon as he bottomed out, he pulled back and I could hear a squishing sound. Chris was clearly loaded up, too.

“Fuck man, I love your cock inside me,” Chris said. Those four guys who were here earlier really bred me good. Dean laughed and shoved his cock back in Chris’ hole which elicited more loud moaning.

“They sure did. Your cunt is really loose and sloppy. Just like I like it.”

Chris moaned and said “yeah, when one of them was pissing on me, he said they’d been partying for a while, but none of them had cum yet. I’m glad all four of them shot loads in my cunt. Two of them twice! Six loads enough to lube up your cock baby?”

 I looked over at Chris, who’s eyes were closed and his face contorted with the same feeling I had. I was serving my purpose. I was getting high and taking a strange man’s cock up my ass, and it felt great.

Chris opened his eyes and looked over at me, then he scooted over so we could make out while we were getting fucked.

He shoved his tongue in my mouth and we kissed passionately and he whispered “you have to let Dean fuck you. His cock is amazing.” 

“Eric’s feels fucking awesome,” I said, and Chris told me that Eric was his husband and they’d been breeding each other’s holes for 4 years. “Lucky you, you get that fat stick to breed you all the time!” He just smiled and laughed and then moaned as Dean bottomed out in his hole again.

 We both lay there moaning while getting our cunts pounded by two long, thick uncut cocks. I was in heaven since I also had Jose’s fat cock buried all the way inside my faggot throat. Just where Daddy wanted me to be. I wished he could be watching me get used like a whore.

Eric and Dean were making out while they were fucking us whores, and decided to switch. Chris and I both turned over and held our legs in the air while the boys spat on their cocks and slid them into the new cunt.

Chris was right, Dean’s cock was slightly fatter than Eric’s and was really splitting me open, assisted by my swirling brain which was incredibly high. Jose decided we were not high enough and pulled out the pipe and gave me a shotgun which I shared with Chris. We laid there with the two tops switching off (with Jose occasionally taking a dip in one cumdump or the other)for a while. We were both in cumdump heaven with our holes wide open, being raped full of big fat cocks. Dean, in particular, loved calling us both “whore,” “fag,” “rapehole,” and other nasty words. I loved it. It just made my cunt feel more appreciated. My normally fat, 8” uncut dick had turned into a cocklet, completely shriveled up and I couldn’t care less. My purpose was serving cocks with my hole. I was letting complete strangers shove their cocks up my ass and just for good measure, I had one shoved all the way down my throat.

We stayed like that for a while, with Dean and Eric trading off between Chris’ cunt and mine. Jose seemed to prefer having me suck his rock hard cock (I later learned he loved blow jobs more than fucking ass). Good thing, since the only thing I love more than a cock in my pussy is one shoved in my mouth. Dean was plowing my cunt and spinning out a long list of dirty words when he slowed down and said “you want my load whore? You dirty little faggot. You need my cum in your pussy?”

I pulled my mouth off Jose’s cock and moaned “yesssss…..please give me your load. I need your cum inside me."

Dean laughed, “Like you ever had a choice. Like I would waste this load of jizz anywhere but inside your filthy cumdump. Nasty little fag, whored out by your own Dad.”

With that, Dean sped up. I could feel the sweat dripping off his body onto my back, while he pounded my ass so hard I couldn’t keep Jose’s cock in my mouth. I couldn’t stop moaning, and begging. “Please, Dean, fucking give me your cum. Knock me up with your fucking babies. My pussy is made for cum. It needs cum.” Dean laughed again and said “I think that’s the only thing your cunt is for, taking loads."

With that he pounded me a few more times, and roared. “I’m FUCKING CUMMING, FAGGOT! TAKE MY LOAD YOU NASTY FUCKING WHORE.”

All I could do was keep moaning and saying “thank you, thank you, thank you…breed me! breed me! breed me!” Eric and Chris had stopped fucking with Eric’s fat cock shoved all the way inside his boyfriend’s cunt so they could watch Dean’s epic raping of my pussy.

Once Dean collapsed on my furry back, panting, with his fat cock still jammed up my gaping cunt. Eric started to speed up again, and this time it was Chris’ turn to start moaning and begging for a load. “Fuck, baby, I need your load. Knock me up. I gotta have your cum in my pussy. You know how much I love it…”

Eric laughed and said “fuck, I sure did marry a dirty little whore. You want my load baby? Tell me what you want, fag boy!”

“Yes, baby, I gotta have it. Give it to me, prove that I’m your dirty little cumdump property. Knock me up!” 

“Here it comes baby boy. Daddy’s gonna give you his jizz. You ready? BEG FOR IT WHORE!” “FUCK YEAH! BREED ME BABY! I gotta have your cum”

Then Eric slammed into Chris’ ass one last time and you could see his nuts throbbing and a huge load of jizz going into Chris’ greedy hole. 

Chris moaned and kept repeating “fuck, yeah, give me that load baby. Give your boy your load. I need it so bad.”

This time it was Eric’s turn to collapse. He rolled over on the huge bed and his cock slowly slid out of Chris’ cumdumpster with a SLURRRRP sound. His cunt was well used and he was a happy little whore with jizz slowly beginning to drip down his ass crack and onto his leg.

 Finally, Jose said “FUCK that was hot! You guys are all so fucking sexy! MY TURN! Then he shoved his cock back in my mouth and started fucking my face. He only took a few strokes before he unloaded a huge load of spunk inside me. I held his load in my mouth, and then leaned over and snowballed it to Chris. 

He moaned loudly and then passed it to Eric, who moaned as well and then sat up. Chris was still on his hands and knees when Eric leaned down and shoved his face in Chris’ gaping cunt. He pushed some of Jose’s load into Chris’ ass and then moved over, pushed Dean aside and gave me the rest of it in my cunt.

I moaned “FUCK YEAH! Thank you baby! Give me that jizz!”

We all collapsed, laughing, in a heap. Dean pulled out a pipe and said “which one of you dirty fags wants more?”

All four of us said “ME!” Dean took a huge hit off the pipe and shotgunned it to me. Then he said “let’s find some more pigs to rape these two cunts. What do you say?” I was passing the shotgun to Chris and both of us moaned at the prospect of more men coming over to use us like the dirty fags we are.

Sorry for the delay in the story. Busy over the past month with all the festivities, hoping to get more time to write. Let me know what you guys think! Part 18 My whole body began to feel numb, and I could feel my cock straining against its cage. I was incredibly horny now and wanted nothing but to get fucked. I felt sick as a dog but was craving cock in my ass. It wasn’t long before I felt the cold metal of a PA against my hole, in one hard thrust it was buried in my now cum filled hole. It wasn’t as big as my Daddy’s cock but it felt comfortable to have someone inside me. I heard Tom’s voice giving instructions. “Time has started 4minutes 20 seconds. Breed the boy” The cock swelled up and I could tell the top was close to cumming, he used the swing to build up momentum and pace. He pulled almost all the way out and then slammed into me with brutal force. I could feel my sweat filling the rubber suit I was in. I didn’t know whether to pass out, throw up or moan for more. My whole body was in an uncertain ecstasy. “FUCK, here it is bitch” The top slammed into me one last time and I felt his cock pulse its venom deep into me, adding to my Daddy’s load. He unceremoniously pulled out from my ass and I could feel cum sliding down my crack. “Fresh lube, nice” Another guy had assumed his position and began to work the previous loads into my hole, with his cock. He had a PA and was thicker than he was long. The mask over my face filled with fresh smoke. I coughed hard, making my ass tighten around the tops cock. He’d barely thrust into me a few times when I felt him breed my guts. The routine continued for what felt like an hour, I lost count of the loads in my ass, I was completely baked and couldn’t imagine lasting much longer. Most of the guys came before the time ran out, those that didn’t I assume had another go or dumped their load in a jar Tom had mentioned. The mask was removed from my face and fresh air over-whelmed me! The room was spinning and I knew my fever must have been high, I felt like I was swimming in my rubber suit. I was lifted by Tom from the sling, I clung on to him like a child. Gripping his toned naked body he softly lowered me on to the bed, I didn’t want to let go. “He’s really burning up Tom” I heard Brian whisper “My boy can handle it, he’s tough and doing a good job so far” “Tom there’s got to be about 40 guys waiting in your living room. I don’t think you can put him through another round.” It sounded like a stand off between the two of them, I lay there beneath them, hoping to feel Tom’s body against mine again. I found myself reaching for him and without thinking I muffled out a few words. “Yes Daddy, more” I must have completely lost my sense of reality, between the poppers and the weed I mustn’t have been thinking clearly. Was I really trying to prove my worth to Tom, to make him proud. “See Brian, my boy wants more. We can’t argue with that. Now let’s get him ready for the next round. Give him a good hit, I want him flying for this. The guys won’t be gentle” I could feel the rubber suit being pulled up over my arm and a sharp scratch at the nook of my elbow. Brian was slamming me. I’d never done hard drugs and tried to resist. I felt hard slap against my ass. “Do as you’re told boy! You’re going to need to be out of your mind for this round, I’m trying to make it easier for you.” “Thank you Daddy” was all I managed to muffle out before I felt the rush through my body, it was an experience I’d never felt. It was electricity, I’d never felt more connected in my life. Everything seemed more powerful, every taste, every sound. I’d never been more horny. I wanted my ass filled and used! What had this done to me? I lay there as I heard the sound of more men coming into the room, there were comments made and groans of excitement, then Tom spoke; “Right gents, round two. Double stuffed”

He is a cutie and definitely breed-able.

I love your uncut poz cock.

I like my bottom to wear a jock while I fuck him, therefore dick size is irrelevant