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Wow, that was more popular than I expected. Sorry I've been slow to get back, been busy as fuck with work. That being said, I got more for you guys. Enjoy. +++ I was still in a bit of a daze, trying to process everything that had just happened in the short span of a few minutes. Even now, with my dad's HIV-positive cum dripping out of my hole, I couldn't believe it, almost as if I was in the middle of a dream. My dad's hand slapping across my thigh jerked me out of it promptly enough, though, and I shakily turned over onto all fours, my limbs feeling weak under me. His hand came and hooked under my hips, tugging me backward toward him until I was a bit higher, my sore hole presented to him. He licked his lips, reaching for his phone and grabbing it. Under me, I could see my shadow suddenly pronounced, the light of his camera brightly illuminating behind me. I could feel his cock at my hole again, the head teasingly prodding at my abused pucker, then the sound of the camera snapping. Chuckling, he sent the photo off, then tossed the phone aside. Both hands went back to my hips, and with a sigh, he tugged me backward against him, his shaft sinking into my hole with a burning ache. "That's it, slide down on it, Mason," he growled, his hands gripping my midsection tightly as his hips thrust forward. The base of his cock was thick and throbbed hard as he pressed it into me, those hairy, heavy balls pressed hard against my hole. Still pressing in deep, he began to turn his hips around ever so slightly, grinding his cock around in me and pushing at the walls of my ass in every direction. Sliding back out, I could feel my hole being pulled out with him, every veiny inch tugging at my ring and making me shudder. He was no easy fuck by any measure, but at least now with a load in, it seemed to have an easier time than it did before. That wasn't to say it didn't hurt, though; I could still feel the sting with every thrust as his cum worked into my beat up hole. "Now that your cunt is nice and wet, I can take my time, enjoy it..." he groaned, slowly working his cock in and out. I could feel it, every inch of it, sliding in to me, a sick wet noise coming out every time his hips mashed up against my ass again. One hand went up from my waist to my neck, pushing it down and angling me so that my ass was up in the air, the perfect angle for him to drill in deep. One leg came up beside me, his foot planted not far from my head as he began to really, really rut me. The weight of him seemed to be pushing right into my ass, slapping roughly. His breath was heavy, clearly working to ram as hard as he could into me. The entire bed shook along with it, roughly battering against the wall. I couldn't help the small grunts that left me with his thrusts, his size making it impossible to stay quiet. Mitch had never been this rough with me, not to mention as big. It was no doubt too much for me, but my dad didn't care much. As my head was sideways on the bed, I could see him on top of me, a smiled spread wide across his face. Sweat was coating his body in a sheen, dripping through the hair and filling the room with his pungent, musky smell. My eyes were inevitably drawn to the tattoo again, watching it shift as his abs flexed with his movements. He looked down and saw me eying it, then chuckled to himself. "Like it, boy?" he said, grinning wider when he saw me look away. "Maybe we'll get you one, too... Put it right on your cunt, that way everyone knows what it's for," he said, closing his eyes and relishing the idea. As he did it, I could feel the head of his cock grinding over my prostate, my entire body twitching in response to it. He leered at me as he did it, then began to grind it over and over, watching me squirm under him. Even with the burning, I could feel my cock drooling down onto the bed. "Something tells me you're gonna love it, slut," he jeered at me as he jabbed forward over and over, pummeling my prostate until I couldn't help but cry and whimper out in time with it. "There you go, let it out. Daddy's got more to give you..." He stopped talking then, instead focusing on my fucking me literally senseless. It was too big, filling me up beyond what I could handle, but he didn't care, instead mashing my prostate repeatedly with frenzied strokes. His breaths came out in grunts and snarls, and before I knew what was going on, his foot was down on my face, pushing it into the bed as he snarled, ramming in as deep as he could. I thought he was going to cum soon, but he seemed to have other plans, sustaining the brutal rutting for a few minutes, his sweat dripping down onto my back and shoulders, his scent covering me outside like his load covered me within. Some of his cum dripped down my balls, a good bit of it squelching about and coating my ass and the hair around his groin. In the midst of the lewd, wet noises, I could hear his phone buzzing, and finally, he slowed down for a brief moment to reach down over and pick his phone up. His foot left my face then, and I got a chance to breathe for a bit while he paid attention to his phone. He put it up to his ear, only slowing down his thrusts as he said, "You're here? Yeah. No, go on ahead. The door's unlocked. We're upstairs." He hung up, and soon after, heavy footfalls began to make their way up the stairs. When they reached my room, the door opened to reveal what I could only guess was a trucker, from the look of it. He was a big bear of a man, his belly big and round unlike my dad's more muscular, dense tone. He was dressed in a leather jacket, an oil-stained pair of jeans, and a confederate flag cap. He stood a good foot taller than my dad, and as he came in, I could feel my heart race at the knowledge of what he was here for. Even now, I could see the sizable swell of his bulge in the front of his jeans. "This your new cunt?" "Sure is. This is Mason... I think I told you about him," he said with a devious grin. For his part, the newcomer seemed surprised. "Mason, say hello to my buddy Jack. Y'all are gonna get to know each other real well," he said, not missing a beat as he continued to thrust away. Jack seemed the opposite; clearly, my dad hadn't told him who it was that he'd found to stick his cock into. "Jesus, Connor, you're pozzing your own son?" for a moment, I took his incredulity to be disapproval, but he then whistled, shaking his head and reaching down to rub at his bulge. "Sure am. Caught him with his legs up like a whore, so..." he trailed off, chuckling. Jack grinned back, shaking his head. He was loving it, standing there and watching as my dad fucked away. The intensity picked back up and soon I was grunting again, my hands grasping at the sheets while I slammed forward over and over again. Jack came forward to the bed, his denim-covered groin right in front of me. He smelled of tobacco and sweat, the outline of his cock visible through the jeans. It was monstrous, even bigger than my dad's. "You know, we call Jack here Jack the Ripper, on account of his cock having a knack for tearing up a cunt when he uses it," my dad said, and I had no trouble believing him. If my dad was a tough fit, it was impossible to imagine that massive thing entering me. He began to undo his belt, the buckle loosening around his midsection and the jeans sliding down. His belly hung down over some, but even then, I could see the fat, uncut cock hanging down from it, a piercing peeking out from the foreskin. It wasn't fully hard yet, but it looked to be at least 7 inches already. "Get your mouth on it, boy." Jack was all too happy to help, reaching down with a hand to run his fingers through my hair, gripping it some and bringing my face to the base of his cock. His scent was strong there, like salt and maleness, and I could feel his cock throb against my face, grinding against it as my mouth got a taste of his balls. He held me there, forcibly burying my face in his dense pubic hair against him. After a few moments, he pulled me up, giving me only a moment to pause before the tip was at my lips, the piercing pressing in between them and making its way in as his shaft stretched my jaws open. It was a cramped fit, and the sensation of that piercing rubbing into the back of my throat wasn't helping. Jack wasn't one to care, though; every time I tried to pull back off of his cock, his hand would hold me steady, forcing me further back down instead of letting me up for air. I could feel tears in my eyes as I fought not to retch, barely keeping my stomach down before that glistening length was popped out, dripping with spittle and precum and positively huge. At full length, he was about eleven inches, the base of it looking about as thick as my wrist. Behind me, I heard my dad laugh. "I felt that... You're tightening up your cunt just thinking about it, aren't you?" It was impossible not to, and I suddenly found myself glad that my dad was still fucking me, ironically enough. The longer he fucked me, the longer I had before Jack had his turn. Almost as if reading my mind, my dad began to pick up the pace, snarling as he pounded away. "Stuff his throat again, Jack. I want him to squeeze it out..." Jack nodded, grabbing my head in his massive paw of a hand and pushing me down on his cock again, my face soon buried under his belly as his cock fucked deep into my throat, the front of my neck bulging out obscenely with it. I tugged away, desperate for air, and I could feel my hole clench around my dad's cock, a hiss coming from between his teeth as he hunched over me, his sweaty belly on my back, chest on my shoulders, breath hot on my ear. With a low grunt, he slammed in deep, his cock flexing and spewing another load into me. His weight went slack, relaxing as pulse after pulse of cum was deposited inside me. Jack finally let me off of his cock, thick strands of spittle connecting from my lips to it. "Turn 'im around,'" he grunted, and after a moment, my dad picked himself up off of me, my back wet with his sweat, then pulled his cock out of me with a tug. His cock popped out of me and I gasped, feeling the warm cum leaking out of me and the emptiness left without his cock inside me. I didn't have much time to ponder or savor it, though, as they both maneuvered me around roughly, making me turn around onto my back so that my hole was at the edge of the bed. At that point, I could see Jack above me, a cigar between his lips. He brought a lighter to the tip, holding it there till it was well-lit and glowing orange. Putting the lighter away, he stepped forward, one hand pulling his cock up then letting it slap down against mine on the bed. It was almost comical how his cock dwarfed mine, and I could tell already that it was going to be a painful fit given how heavily it lay against me. That was all the reprieve I got, though. Jack soon pulled his hips back some, that cock sliding down my balls until the piercing was pressed up into my crack. I could feel the metal pressing against my open pucker, and as I began to fidget, my dad's hands came down on my arms, pinning them down and holding me in place. "Now, now, boy, don't be rude." "Dad, please, he's too big, there's no way he's gonna fit," I begged, too terrified of that cock to worry about the fact that I was being disobedient. "Aw, hell, boy, that's what they all say," Jack said, chuckling to himself as he pushed his cock into me, no warning or preparation. I simply felt the metal pushing past my pucker, then the fat head soon following. Given how my dad had been fucking me, it wasn't too terrible of an entry, but his cock soon filled out, and I could feel my hole being stretched once more. The burn returned, soon replaced by the sharp pain of my hole being opened beyond what it was supposed to. It relentlessly pushed forward even as my hole desperately tried to push it out. "There you go... I can feel your pussy milking me, baby... Gonna knock you up with my strain too...." he said, sighing and letting smoke stream out. He wasn't even fully into me, but I already felt like I was being split in two. Before long, he seemed to hit a wall, my hole stubbornly refusing to give despite his rough jabs. He seemed annoyed by this, then reached into one of his pockets. "Sniff." He held a bottle of poppers to my nose. I knew what they were of course and I gladly obeyed, bringing my head forward a bit to put my nose at the edge and inhaled deeply. They were new and strong, and I immediately felt the rush going through me and the pain in my hole lessen. "Again." Another few hits, each time getting me more giddy than before. By the time he was done, I felt weak, the burn in my hole almost feeling distant. Jack seemed satisfied, and with a rough thrust, I felt him break in deep, his shaft sliding in the remaining few inches with relatively little difficulty. I couldn't believe the fact that he was in me... Entirely in me. I looked down, almost expecting to see a bulge in my stomach where I could feel his cock pulsing in me, as if deep in my core. I let head fall back then, almost delirious. This couldn't be happening, could it? My dad seemed to take advantage of the opportunity to straddle my face then, covering up my view of Jack. "How about you clean off daddy's cock, hm?" He said, pushing his shaft in between my lips and sliding the cum-slick length down into it. It didn't taste too bad, though I could still taste a hint of metal in it from the way he'd torn me up. No doubt Jack was only making it worse, especially as he began to pull his shaft out of me. I could feel his piercing dragging out inside of me, the sensation making me groan around my dad's cock as it hauled back and forth in me. I felt like I was being punched in the gut over and over, being stuffed so utterly again and again. "Fuck, I ain't gonna last long at this rate," Jack said to himself with a chuckle, and I could see my dad grinning above me. If I wasn't mistaken, I'd almost say he looked proud. "Yeah, I really scored with this one, didn't I?"

So I'm cumholin' at a motel - doing alright, three loads in so far - when in walk two younger Mexican guys. Well...one walks right in like he owns the place - the other hangs back a second before coming in. (Pro Tip: Duck tape is a MUST to cover the door mechanism so the door can just be pushed open) The assertive one (Alpha) strips down, the shy one (Beta) follows. I hit my knees to blow them hard. Thats when they start talking to each other in Spanish. I dont look it, but I speak fluent Spanish. So I understand everything they are saying. Turns out these guys are honest to goodness brothers. No lie. Brothers. Alpha assures Beta its all gonna be fine...that he's fucked "mariposas" (faggots) a bunch of times. But this was Beta's first time fucking a queer! (Maybe his first time fucking anyone) Alpha takes charge; tells his younger brother to lay back on the bed with his head on the pillows. I know the drill. I get on my knees to blow him while Alpha gets on his knees behind me, lubes his fat dong and shoves it in. He immediatly starts sawing into me. As he does, I'm blowing his younger brother. But everytime I look up at his face, the younger brother is focused on his older brother using my cunt. And his cock is getting harder and harder...and, I might add, much longer than his older brother. Soon enough, Alpha prompts a switch and Beta lines up behind me and slips into my sloppy hole. He hesitates to go deep so i back into him so that he has breached my inner ring. Funny...I believe he was surprised at the sensation. Yeah, in was definately his first faggot cunt. Alpha orders him to fuck me, but to not cum. They both get close several times as they trade off using my holes. But all the while, Beta's focus has been on his older brother. Seriously...its like he's looking past me...through me...like I'm not even there. So after awhile were taking a break - the brothers are laying side by side. I continue playing like i think they're buddies and chat them up in English. I comment to Alpha that "his buddy" was sure focused on him using my cunt earlier. I ask him if they ever fuck. Beta blushes. Alpha notices. I whisper to Alpha (loud enough for Beta to hear) "Your buddy's hungry for you...he wants you. He wants you to use him like you used me" Betas cock jumps upon hearing this. There is an instant palpable tension in the air. "Look at him... He wants you...he wants you to be his first..." "Es verdad?" (Is it true) Alpha asks his brother earnestly...his brother swallows hard and averts his eyes, but his cock answers...with a long slow leak of precum. Alphas cock is now also at full attention. Without a further word, the younger brother turns over flat on the bed...his smooth sweet ass on display. I part his cheeks to reveal his soft pink pussy. I watched as the older brother absently stroked his cock, transfixed as I squirt lube on his brother cunt. I had set the stage, so I stepped away from the bed...this is happening. Alpha lay down over his brother. "Lo quieres?" (You want it?) - asks the older one...in a breathy whisper right into his brothers ear. A quiet nod was his reply. And the older male slowly, lovingly entered his younger brother....claiming his virginity. A long sigh escaped Beta's mouth. A sigh of pleasure, of satisfaction...of a lifelong wish finally fulfilled. I am motionless. Transfixed. Watching from the corner. Not DARING to disturb this moment. And the older brother makes love to his younger brother for the first time. Slowly, gently. It is beautiful to watch. Time stood still as the older brother fucked his own flesh and blood with increasing urgency. Until there was no stopping, no turning back...until the family seed passed between them in a long suspended moment. The older brother kissed his younger brother on the neck repeatedly. They murmured something between them i could not make out. The younger brother turned onto his back. They exchanged soft kisses. The older brother used the back of his finger to wipe a tear from his brothers right cheek. They lay there in the glory...wallowing in the cumjoy. Holding on to each other and the magic of this moment. In time, the older brother went to clean up in the bathroom. The younger brother lay there..tears welling in his eyes and falling down his face. For he had finally been made whole. Wordlessly they both got dressed and left. We all three knew their lives had changed - that they had been changed - forever as they stepped out, silently, into the night.

Part 15 It was almost noon when Rob woke up on Sunday. He didn’t remember what time he got back to the hotel. He and Cody had used 3 other bottoms after Dylan had left. One of the sluts they used was so loose and tweaked when he arrived, that they ended up double fucking his gaping ass and sending him on his way, but the other two were used for longer periods of time. Cody was becoming Rob’s New Orleans BFF. He was sure they would get together more during the week. He was also sure that at some point he was going to plow Cody’s muscular ass. Rob dragged himself out of bed and threw on some gym clothes. He wanted to get pumped up so he looked good in his photo shoot later that afternoon. Today’s workout would have to be quick he thought because he only had a couple of hours before he had to meet Nick at the leather store. By the time Rob had worked out, showered and was ready to leave the hotel it was almost 2 p.m. He stopped by a bar serving alcohol to the street and grabbed a quick beer to go as he made his way down Bourbon street. He did have a little time to kill before he needed to be at the leather store so he figured he’d get some quick action somewhere and then head over. He really didn’t have much time to go through the usual process of trying to hook up via one of the apps on his phone, so he hoped someone was available now and close by. As he opened up the phone apps to search, an idea hit him. “That video arcade is close,” he remembered, “I bet there is some cock sucker just waiting for cock there; I’ll be able to get my rocks off quickly and still make it to the store in time since it’s so close.” The decision was made and he made his way to the arcade he had visited earlier on this trip. The arcade had several guys walking the halls between the booths looking for action. “Ahhh…. Choices,” Rob murmured to himself as he entered the video area. It wasn’t long before he made his choice and locked eyes with muscular guy in a tank top and running shorts. The guy noticed Rob and immediately entered a booth, pausing only briefly to make sure Rob would follow. By the time Rob entered the booth and locked the door, the muscle bottom was already naked and on his knees. “Wrap those cock-sucker lips around my cock and start serving your Master you cock slut,” Rob demanded. The cocksucker did as he was told and treated Rob to an excellent blow job. The guy knew how to suck cock and there wasn’t even a hint of teeth as Rob pumped in and out of the willing mouth. The guy paused only briefly to take a big hit of poppers and then went back to work. Rob grabbed the popper bottle and took a hit himself. The mouth was amazing Rob thought. What made it even better was the fact that the cocksucker didn’t have a gag reflex and somehow was able to massage Rob’s cock with the walls of his throat when Rob was all the way in and resting his balls on the guy's chin. “You’re doing a great job slut, but it’s now time for you to give me that muscle ass.” “Stand up and bend over the seat.” The bottom did as he was ordered and Rob began fingering the muscular ass. Rob handed the poppers back to the bottom and told him to take a big hit and get ready. The hole was really tight Rob thought. Even with his saliva coated cock, the hole was going to need some more lube. Rob of course wasn’t concerned about the bottom; he was thinking more that he didn’t want his cock chafed. After all he had a big night of fucking in store tonight at the party. It was then he spied a few used condoms on the floor. He reached down and picked them up. After he had squeezed out all the cum to apply to his cock, he roughly fingered some more of it into the bottom’s ass and he pushed his cock head in. The bottom inhaled the poppers deeply and Rob continued his assault. The muscle ass just milked his cock so he kept things at a steady pace to just enjoy the feeling for a while. However the moment the bottom said “Fuck me with your big cock it feels so good,” something snapped in Rob’s head and he became suddenly aggressive and began to brutally drive his cock into the ass. He would drive it balls deep then pull completely out only to drive his weapon back in to the hilt. Over and over he kept up this assault pattern. The bottom’s head was driven into the back wall of the booth with a loud thump and he began to whimper from the force of the fuck. Finally Rob shot his load deep up the muscle bottom’s ass. When he pulled out he grabbed the bottom by the hair and forced him to clean the cum, ass slime and blood off his cock. “Every drop, pig!” exclaimed Rob. “I want my cock squeaky clean before I leave.” Satisfied that his cock was clean, Rob zipped up and left the booth. He glanced at the time on his phone. It was time to head over to the leather store for his photo shoot. Rob entered the leather store and was immediately greeted by Jerry the clerk. “Hi, welcome back, what can I help you with sexy stud?” Rob just rolled his eyes. He certainly hoped that Jerry wasn’t going to be involved with the photo shoot. He felt a chill just thinking about the old queen sucking on his cock. “I am here to see Nick, he should be expecting me.” Jerry started smiling and shook his head in acknowledgement, “Oh I see, Master Nick is in the back, let me call him.” Jerry picked up the phone and called Nick. “He’ll be right up, feel free to browse around and if you have any questions I’d be happy to help.” Rob just shook his head and walked over to look at some slave collar and leashes. As was usually the case, Nick came up behind him and surprised him. This time he patted Rob’s ass as he greeted him. “Rob, glad you made it; come with me to the back I have a photographer ready.” Rob smiled and replied, “Your employee Jerry isn’t going to be part of this is he; he kind of creeps me out.” Nick laughed, “Definitely not, we will even lock the door so we aren’t disturbed.” “You really should give Jerry a chance though, he’s a nice guy and means well; Besides, I hear he has a really long cock that can be lots of fun.” Rob gave Nick a look like he was in shock hearing this, “Nick you know I only Top so I really don’t care what he is packing.” Rob followed Nick to the back and was amazed at all the lights set up for the photo shoot. He thought “Wow this is really legit.” Nick introduced Rob to Tony the photographer and then led Rob over to a desk. “Before we start I have some paperwork I need to have you sign.” Nick grabbed a couple of thick document packets and then continued, “This first one is a release stating that we can use your photos and images for commercial purposes and you release us from any liability from using your pictures etc.” That made sense to Rob, so he didn’t even bother reading it; he grabbed a pen from the desk and signed it. “This second one is a consent form related to use of the bondage equipment and gear.” “It basically says you agree to the use of the equipment etc. and are a willing participant.” “I told you before how our insurance company is all about liability and shit.” Again Rob didn’t bother reading anything, he trusted Nick. He was here after all to be photographed in gear so of course he agreed. He grabbed the pen and signed the second document. “Finally, this is a contract where you are agreeing to work for us and promote our products.” This time Rob signed the document before Nick could even finish his sentence. After he signed the final document he said, “I am all yours.” “Yes indeed, so let’s get started,” replied Nick. “Are you thirsty; you remember where the water fountain is, or today I brought in some beer for the shoot?” “I’ll take a beer, the taste of your water is something I am not used to,” replied Rob. Nick handed Rob a bottle of beer and Rob took a big swig. He turned the bottle and looked at the label. “I don’t recognize this brand it has a different taste; I like it.” Nick just smiled and replied “Yeah it’s a local microbrew; they add some local herbs and special ingredients.” “It’s very popular around here; we called it XG for short.” “XG?’” inquired Rob. “Yeah, it stands for X-tra Good.” What Nick didn’t tell Rob was that the beer was brewed with even higher levels of the herbs that were incorporated in the “fuck water”. Of course he had also added a little extra X, G and Viagra to the bottle before Rob arrived and had several more bottles ready to go for when Rob wanted another. “Nick, will there be a lot of people at the party tonight?” Nick nodded, “Yes we will be at full capacity.” “We actually have to open up the overflow area and bring in extra bottoms for tonight; we set up a gloryhole wall to keep people occupied between fucks.” Rob was excited and continued his questioning. ”What is so special about tonight that you will have so many people?” “Well we have a very special featured muscle bottom that the members are excited about,” replied Nick. “We actually are charging an extra fee for tonight’s party and have extended the hours so it lasts through tomorrow night.” “It’s a special 24 hour fuck fest.” “In fact it’s such a big event that we have had to limit attendance to ranking members only.” Rob got a worried look on his face, “Does that mean I can’t come as a guest?” “You can come Rob, I promised you that earlier and since I am one of the organizers I do have some pull,” chuckled Nick. “You won’t be able to wear that guest member arm band though and get the special privileges it provides like you did last time; I’ll see if we can get some other sort of band to help get you some action.” “Thanks Nick, you are the best and since I am on a vacation I can stay and play until it ends.” Nick nodded, “Yes you can, and in fact I am quite sure you’ll stay until the last load is shot.” “Ok, Rob let’s get you geared up and take some pictures,” Nick said as he handed Rob a full latex body suit to try it on. “There is some baby powder in the changing room, you may need that to get the suit on,” Nick informed. Rob took the suit, his half-finished beer and headed to change. While Rob was changing, Tony came up to Nick and said “I was dying when you were talking about the party; I could barely keep it in.” “The guy has a great body but he is truly as dumb as a rock.” Nick shook his head in agreement as they both quietly laughed. It took a while, but with the help of the baby powder Rob managed to finally get the suit on and returned to the room. He again was wowed when he saw himself in the mirrors. The suit clung tightly to every muscle and showed everything. “Looking good,” Nick said with a whistle. “Ok, so head over to those manacles and collar hanging from the brick wall over there.” Rob questioned the request “Do you really think a Top like me would be chained up like that?” Nick just sighed; he couldn’t wait for the drugs to take hold so Rob wouldn’t be so argumentative about everything. “Think of it like you are a gladiator chained in a dungeon before you go to battle.” Rob nodded and allowed Nick to manacle his arms and legs to the wall and attach the thick metal collar around his neck. Tony adjusted some lights and then came over to Rob and wiped off some lingering baby powder from the outside of the latex suit. Tony paid special attention to the crotch area and his rubbing helped Rob’s cock to harden. “Now give me a mean look like you are ready to fight,” requested Tony. Rob did his best sneer and Tony snapped a couple of photos. Nick then walked up with a popper mask. “Let’s try this,” he said as he placed the mask on Rob. The mask was fully loaded with poppers and Rob started to shake his head and complain. You really couldn’t understand what he was saying through the mask, but it was clear he wasn’t happy about the idea of being restrained and fed poppers. “Relax Rob, I’m sorry about the poppers, apparently whoever used it last forgot to clean it after they were done.” “Let us just capture the shot and we’ll take off the mask.” Tony took his time with the next couple of pictures so Rob was flying high on the poppers by the time they took the mask off. Instead of a look of anger on his face, he just had a goofy grin on his face. Apparently the G and X were now hitting his system as well. The Viagra was definitely working based on the way his cock was straining against the latex. Nick handed Rob a leather harness and pair of leather shorts with the ass exposed. “OK Rob, change into these for the next set-up; you can finish your beer while you are changing.” Rob chugged the rest of his beer and then changed into the leather outfit. The outfit certainly wasn’t as difficult to put on as the latex body suit, but there seemed to be something wrong with the snaps on the cod piece they didn’t seem to hold the thing on very well. In a party situation he probably wouldn’t worry about it since he probably wouldn't be wearing it but wasn’t sure about having his picture taken without the cod piece in place. All it would take is for his hard cock to press a little against it and the thing would probably pop off. At any rate he would just deal with it. He was feeling really sexy and horny right now anyway. Rob emerged from the changing area and was met by Nick with another beer in his out stretched hand. Rob gladly took the beer and was led to a bondage table. Nick adjusted the harness and requested Rob to hop up on the table and lay on his back. Rob obliged and was soon tied spread eagle to table. Tony climbed up a step ladder and took a couple of overhead shots. Nick then unfastened the restraints and told Rob to roll on his stomach. As he did, he knocked the loose cod piece off of the shorts. Again Tony took some aerial shots. What Rob didn’t realize was that his cock and balls were pushing out between his legs from behind and were a clearly showing in the pictures Tony had just taken. “You are doing great Rob, just want to capture one more pose while we have you on the table.” Nick again unfastened the restraints and told Rob to roll back over. Robs hard cock sprung straight up. He started to say something about his freed cock, but then Nick applied a pair of nipple clamps to his nubs. He opened his mouth in shock and pain as Tony captured the scene with his camera. Rob was re-restrained on his back and a leather pig mask was put over his head. A couple of pictures later, the mask was removed and he was set free. He had no idea what the mask looked like that was just on his head. He actually was starting to feel horny as hell yet he was a little unsteady as he got off the bondage table. Nick handed Rob a jock strap. “Just for the hell of it put this on; I think with your ass, it will make some great pictures.” Rob looked at the jock; it was the red jock with the words FUCK ME written across the back that he and Nick had just ridiculed a couple days ago. “Seriously, Nick” Rob protested. “Don’t worry bud, we won’t show your face; trust me,” said Nick in response. “OK,” Rob said as he went back to the changing room. When he returned to the room Rob was feeling happy and ready to play, although he was a little light headed and was staggering just a little as he walked. Nick placed his hand on the back of Rob’s neck and guided him to a fuck bench and gently guided him onto it. Nick tightly strapped Rob to the bench so that he couldn’t move. He then spread the leg mounts as far apart as they would go. Rob’s ass was totally exposed and it made for fantastic pictures. Tony knelt down to get some close ups of the tight pink hole. He blew on it a couple of times to make it quiver for the camera. Rob giggled in response. Tony then stepped back to take some full body shots of Rob restrained to the bench. Rob protested, “Hey guys, I thought you weren’t going to show my face, I am a Top after all.” Nick replied “Sorry bud, let me get a mask.” Nick returned with a different style popper mask. “Don’t worry bud, this isn’t the same popper mask; it doesn’t have any poppers in it,” Nick said as he placed the mask over Rob’s head. Rob breathed in, there was a smell but it wasn’t poppers. It was somewhat sweet but he couldn’t quite place it. As he struggled to think of what he smelled he lost consciousness and his head drooped down into the fuck bench. Nick walked back to Rob’s exposed hole and pressed his thumb against the tight clenched orifice. He looked at Tony and said, “So tight and so tempting, but that will have to wait, the guests will be very upset if we deflower his ass before they get a chance to do so.” “They are paying a lot of money for the opportunity.” “Get him to the warehouse and get him prepped for his big debut tonight.” “Keep him knocked out until I get there; I need to swing by his hotel and see what other info I can gather from there as well as from his phone.” “Actually now that I think about it, I’ll just check him out from the hotel; he won’t need his room there anymore.”

Just got my first ever bareback load! Hooked up with a big black top from craigslist... He mentioned on his ad that he was out of condoms and I knew I wanted to be loaded for the first time so I ‘forgot’ to pick some up on the way to his. Needless to say he went to town and pounded me hard and ended up shooting 3 loads in me. Damn it felt so good. The connection, the skin on skin and the cock twitching as he unloaded. Was my first bbc also and after I got used to the size/pain it felt SO GOOD. Why have I been wasting so many fucks all these years not going BB??

Stopped in bookstore at lunch. Wasn't looking for anything in particular but needed something. It was pretty dead cept for a few seniors and a skinny twink guy. I ended up jerking my cock near the twink and saw he was interested so I walked into booth after nodding to him. He follows and is soon sucking my cock like a pro, loving my dirty daddy talk. I tell him I want to fuck him and he pulls his shorts down and stands, leaning over on the bench seat. He's got a small ass, but the crack is hairy?. He's dry as can be so I squirt some lube and start fingering his tight hole. He moans a bit as I put a second finger in and ask him if he's ready for Daddy's cock. Yes Sir! He says, and I begin pushing inside him. He opened up nicely, but still tight around my cock. I grab his hips and fuck nice n steady, telling him daddy's got a big load for his ass. I can feel him clamping tightly, so I call him my slutty whore and cumdump. He starts bucking back onto my cock harder, milking me. "Earn that load, pig" I tell him, and he starts fucking himself on my cock as I stand there. As I'm about to cum, I hold him firm so I can do the fucking, and I nut deep as I can as he starts jerking his cock and shoots on the floor under him. I mix my load a bit inside him, pull out, and tell him to clean me up. He sits and laps at my cock and nutsack, cleaning me up good so I can tuck my cock away. I rub his head and tell him thanks.

Uncle Pete was lying beside as we smoked. I was thinking about all that had gone on since I first ssked my uncle about getting fucked for the first time. Jeff had made love to me in Key west, gave every load to me bare. My ear now sported 3 piercings, (like Unle Pete and Jeff), and I was smoking cigarettes regularly. I came to the realization that I was probably HIV positive, probably from Jeff's load. Oddly, I wasn't angry or confused. We dressed and went downstairs where Jeff was fixing lunch. We ate our lunches outside. Then Jeff showed me a website called Breeding Zone and a story he had posted about charging his partner's nephew. Our Key West story. I actually got hard reading the story. At that point I finally mustered the courage to ask, "How will I know I am positive?" Jeff, looked at me and said, some guys get something called the "fuck flu" and some don't. The only way to be sure is to keep taking our bareback loads. With that my unclev said, Todd, you up for some more. Three minutes later the 3 of us were up. The air smelled of poppers and cum and over the course of 4 hours my ass had been loaded with 6 more loads of cum. For the next six weeks the three of us engaged in sex. Me with my uncle, me with Jeff, and my uncle and Jeff together. Finally the day arrived when the piercing studs could be replaced with hoops. Part 6 to come soon......

I went upstairs and got undressed and waited. I must have fallen asleep because I woke up to a tongue being slipped into my mouth. I opened my eyes to se Uncle Pete lying beside me naked. Again he inspected my newly adorned ear with the side of his finger, turning the piercing studs, just like the guy at the piercing place had recommended. After the are healed we will get you some small hoops like the 3 Jeff and I wear. (Maybe the piercing thing was all part of their plan). I looked down to sneak peek at his already hard cock. I had forgotten his dick curved upward. Uncle Pete then told me Jeff wouldn't be joining as Jeff thought Uncle Pete and I deserved some alone time. He then handed me a bottle of poppers as he began to rim my ass. He then fingered my ass a bit as he climbed on top of me. He lubed my ass and his cock and poised it at the opening of my ass. Then he began to slip it in. To my delight and with the help of the poppers I felt his curved cock slip past my second sphincter and rub against my prostate. I was in total bliss as he pulled my bottom lip between his teeth. He told me how tight I felt. We continued for at least 20 minutes before he told me how much he loved me, and he was about to share his DNA with me. At that he emptied his 8 day load from his nuts into my ass. He rolled off, and he was going to make an exception to smoking inside an lit two Benson and Hedges menthols and handed me one.

I generally operate the same as I always have: a minimal online presence with no photos, no biohazard tattoo to give away my secret, and no annual trips to the same gay event or the same bear run. Why? I don't want anyone to know me. I enjoy being the "new meat" at the bar, the campground, the bookstore. I can be a new person everywhere I go. What do I mean? Here's a few examples: At a bookstore I'm a working class fella, popping in after a hard day at work. I'm a bit dirty, old jeans, camo hat. My wedding band shining against my sun darkened hand. I see the guys' eyes light up when I walk in, thinking they're finally gonna get to service a straight fella, maybe even better than his wife. I go for the 30 year old who looks like a younger version of me. He's bearded, beefy but not yet old enough to let himself get fat like all of the other guys in this rustbelt town. Probably has a girlfriend and really wants another"straight guy" for some on the side fun. Plus he thinks I'm safer as I'm not whoring myself out like some of the fags in here. We chat a bit, but not too much. I pull my cock out and jerk it a little, and he can't take his eyes off it. I tell him to suck it, and he's on his knees gobbling my cock. I grab his hair, and begin slow fucking his mouth. I tell him to pull his cock out and jerk it for daddy while he's sucking me. He wastes no time doing this. I let go of his hair and let him do what comes naturally to him. Once he's worked up, I tell him to stand up, and I shove my tongue in his mouth. He's a bit surprised, but accepts it and kisses me back. I grab his asscheeks and began squeezing and rubbing them. He kisses me harder, which tells me he's ready to be my whore. I spin him around and wrap him in my arms. I'm rubbing his hairy torso, and my cock is pressing into his ass crack. I begin rubbing his hole with my finger, occasionally scooping some of my toxic precum from my cock head and rubbing it in and around his cunt. He loves this and pushes back into me. With my mouth at his ear, I whisper to him to bend over so daddy can fuck his hairy ass. He does exactly as I say. They ALWAYS do at this point. I've done it dozens of times in dozens of bookstores. I line my cock up, and in less than 10 seconds, my bare cock is fucking this stranger, leaking my juices inside him. All I'm envisioning at this point is the finished product- my cum shooting deep into his ass, making him MY whore forever. No matter what he does from this point on, I'm the one who changed him, the one who knocked him up. I fuck him for less than five minutes, and as my balls begin to shoot rope after rope of my load in his guts, I grab his shoulders and go deep as I can. He accepts my gift willingly, without knowing what it is. I slide out, stand him upright, and begin jerking his cock from behind. As he cums, I realize this could be the last untainted load he ever shoots. His last clean load of cum. I jerk him harder and feel his cum coating my hand, slickening up his cock. As he catches his breath, I release him and tuck my cock away. He pulls his pants up and looks at me. Kinda akwardly, but also with pride. He knows he did a good job since I came up his ass. He's proud of himself for giving dad what he needed. He'll be smiling later that evening, as he's sitting at home thinking about his bookstore visit, feeling a bit of soreness in his behind. Maybe even have some cum leaking out. And he'll think it was fun, but in the past now, and that's the part I love. Our encounter will come back to him. Maybe not when he gets the fuck flu a few weeks later, but definitely by the time he gets pneumonia years down the road and blood tests are necessary. And by then, who else has he fucked in the bookstore, or after a night of drinking with his buddies? At a campground, say on a bear weekend in July, I'm the lone bear all alone on his campsite. Small tent set up next to my truck. Maybe I just wear boots and jeans all weekend, smoking my pipe almost full time, nodding to the passing drunk bears and cubs. Careful not to look at them too long, as I want to seem disinterested. By denying them my attention, this always serves to make them WANT to get my attention. As day goes by, and more drinking happens, they get braver, and maybe come over to chat, to compliment my pipe or beard. Again, I say I got this routine down. I'm humble, I mention I'm just out of a relationship, anything to make the other man want me that much more, don't wanna "catch anything" from this seedy bear weekend. All of this to set the stage for when I pretend to finally give in to their advances and fuck em. And I'm pretending it's all so unexpected and I'm so caught up in the passion of the moment I rawdawg their negative ass with my toxic cock until I breed em deep. And their so proud of themselves for 'seducing me' and getting what they want they don't consider for a second it was all a trap I set, and they most certainly are my prey. Yet, afterwards, I'm shy and humble, saying I'm not usually like this, and they just were so sexy I couldn't help it. They eat it up. They tell me it's ok, and rub my belly. And they leave the tent with my cum in their cunt, and I rest up for the next one. So that's my story. You may call me a predator, but I never force my way into a negative ass. They always give Daddy what he wants, they just don't know WHO Daddy really is. I do- he's a gifter, a dirty breeder who wants to poz your cunt, and he's coming for you

Part 16, welcome home. I laid there in the hammock while the others started to clean up There were several more people who were knocking on the door. I am guessing they were some of Mr. Ali's staff looking for instructions because he would say things like try the one in the sling by the pool. Or boy #5 up in loft should be ready for more by now, or there are two in the basement that probably need a break, but make sure they dont go far, others will want them in a little bit. As he was shutting the door, Jax lifted me out of the hammock. My god he is strong, I held onto his arms for stability. They were like tree branches, incredibly hard but remarkably smooth and soft as well. I was pretty lost in the power of them so I probably stared too long because then I heard him say, 'you kind of like my guns huh kid?' 'They are incredible. Maybe sometime if you could, I could go to the gym with you? I just found out I made the hockey team at State and need to bulk up.' 'Oh precious, I don't think you would want to go to my gym with me. You would get eaten alive.' That didn't really make much sense to me, but I said, well i have to get tough if I am going to play against with the big men in college. He smiled and said, lets see how you do over the next few days. But if you think you can handle them, they would love to show a nice little treat like you the ropes. I was a little dizzy... probably from that drink Mr. Ali gave me a couple hours ago so it took me a minute to get dressed like the others were. Slowly they started to leave the woodshed. Within a couple minutes they were all gone except Mr. Terry. As I pulled my t shirt back over my head he stepped up behind me. He grabbed the bottom of my t shirt and stretched it down my chest and belly. He wrapped his arms tight around me and was very gently playing with my nipples through my shirt. The scruff on his cheek was scratching my neck. I felt his tongue come out and lick my neck and I heard him breath in as if he was sniffing my hair or my neck? Or getting ready to taste his prey again. He moved to my ear and whispered....'you did amazing tonight, I cant wait to have you worship me again. Would you like that boy? Would you like Uncle Terry to stretch out that sweet little cunt of yours again? Let me put my gift in you over and over?' All I could do was nod, but he felt my head move and just kept rubbing his chest against my back and grinding his hips into my ass. I felt my cock getting rock hard again. He was still circling my nipples ever so slowly. Feeling his scruffy masculine chin on my tender neck was amazing. I just kind of melted back into him. He size and power kept me safe while he just played with me like a little doll. He whispered again into my ear... 'we are going to become very good friends, just like your daddy and I are. You are going to wake up in the middle of the night wondering where I am, why is my cock not inside you keeping you warm and safe. Why are you not looking into my eyes and feeling my powerful cock stretch your pussy lips wide. Do you remember that feeling of when my cock was milking your hole boy. Imagine what the inside of your pussy looks like coated with my sperm all over the walls of your colon? I nodded and let out a whimper. It was like the only thing I could do. I felt powerless to stop him and I didn't want to. I loved how in control of my mind and body he was. He continued to sway and grind a little more, just repeating little comments to my ear. A couple more kisses and he pulled apart from me and said, we better get back to the party. A few minutes later we walked back into the kitchen. Mr. Ali offered me to have a seat on a big chair and one of his staff handed me a drink and whispered in my ear....'Come back to us, Lukas come back to us'. And he snapped his fingers. I closed my eyes, shook my head and was like. Wow, what just happened. I felt a bit numb and confused. Where am I? What is going on? Oh.... right, I brought some pizza to a party. No, it was a pie. Right, that cherry pie everyone was so excited about. That's right, that's Mr. Ali the host. And this is his house. The room was bright and loud with everyone talking and commotion going on. Mr. Ali spoke loudly and laughed and I hear him yell out, 'Tony, your new pizza boy woke up'. I turned to my left and there was Mr. C. he had a beer in his hand and came over with a big smile on his face. 'Oh, nice of you to wake up Lukas.' 'I am so sorry Sir, I don't know what came over me. I was doing a tour with Mr. Ali, he was showing me his house. And he gave me a drink. Oh my god, yes, he gave me drink. I must have fallen asleep. I am so sorry, please don't be upset with me? I promise I will do better. Please don't fire me.' He laughed and said, 'Fire you, its not your fault pup, Mr. Ali needs to stop with his celebration drinks.' Still laughing he said, 'I am not upset at all, I have been have a good time. Actually, I had an amazing time. But lets get out of here ok? I stood up quickly and felt really funny. Man my legs were really tight and my butt was really sore. That chair isn't as comfortable as it looks, that's for sure. Mr. Ali rushed over and kissed my forehead and said. 'oh my child of god, it was wonderful to meet you after all this time. Thank you for helping me earlier and I do hope I will see you again very soon. You are a great boy and an lucky young man. You have some much brightness in your future. He handed me a $100 bill and said this is for helping me out today.' 'Wow, are you kidding me Mr. Ali? $100? Oh, that is too much, it is just too much.' 'No son, you deserve that and a lot more but it is already more than twice what Mr. C allows for tips' Mr. C looked at him and winked said, 'yes, it is a lot Lukas, I told you if you work hard it will pay off' As I was walking out to the truck, I was walking a little funny. Mr. C said, 'whats up Lukas, why are you limping?' 'I dont know Mr. C. my legs are like rubbery feeling and my butt feels really funny. I must have sat there funny during my nap. Again, I am so sorry about that.' He said, 'Well give me the key, I will drive.' I sat there quietly realizing I had three deliveries and had about a couple hundred in tips. This was more money than I ever had before. Mr. C was smiling and watching me count it. I took the $100 bill and said 'Mr. C, I would like you to keep this.' He said, 'that's very generous, but I am not about to take your money.' 'Well none of today would not be possible without you helping me, it is the least I can do.' 'Lukas, I had an incredible day also, I have watched you grow up and today I saw you take a big step toward becoming a man. I am proud of you. Do you want to know what you could do for me?' 'YES, anything!' 'Stay with me tonight?' 'Seriously? YES, I would love that. I don't want to think about going back home.' As we pulled into his driveway he opened the garage door. I looked at the garage door slowly open and cavernous garage open up to the light inside. Just then I had this flashback in my head of someone saying 'yeah, shine that light in there and open up for me, be a good boy and open wide.' At the same time I had this imagine in my head of a soft fleshy tunnel, wet and glistening, with white stuff coating the walls in thick layers. It was light inside, it looked like the back of my throat or my esophagus or something. My dick twitched and I reached up and touched my nipples. Almost to like check if they were still there. Whhoooow, that was strange. 'What the heck was that'... I thought to myself. Then I heard Mr. C, say 'What's wrong Lukas?' I shook my head and tried to tell him the flashback I just had. 'He commented, that is interesting, I love flashbacks like that. I had a similar one a few minutes ago' and he smiled and rustled my head again. As we entered his house he said 'is your leg still bothering you? You are still walking a little funny pup'. 'Yeah, I probably just need to do some stretching before bed' i said. 'Yes, yes we should, I have a few stretches in mind that I think would really help you out. Oh shit... damn it. 'What Mr. C, what is it.' 'Oh Lukas, I just remembered the cleaning lady didn't come today, I had the sheets for the spare rooms in the wash, but she didn't make the beds.' 'Oh that's ok Mr. C, I can sleep on the couch or in the hammock downstairs even.' 'No, that's ok, you are my guest, I will sleep on the couch' he said. 'Is it one of those big beds,' I asked? 'Oh yes, big king size and amazing soft.' 'Well, I dont mind sharing if you dont mind? Sometime's when my uncle visited he slept in my bed with me.' 'Oh? Well that is interesting in several ways, but yes, we could share, I don't mind at all if you are ok with it.' Mr. C said. I heard a noise down the hall and Mr. C said, 'Oh Lukas, I am so forgetful, I forgot but I told my very good friend Terry he could stay too. You might have met him at Mr. Ali's house? He said he bumped into you a couple times. He said he was having a cigar when you got there and then brought him some of the cherry pie.' As Mr. Terry, came out of the hallway, he and Mr. C hugged each other and then Mr. Terry came over and said, 'hello again pup.' I stuck my hand out and said 'Hello Mr. Terry, nice to see you again too. I hope you enjoyed the pie.' He passed by my hand and went in for a hug and said, 'it was the most amazing pie I have ever had and why don't you drop the Mr. and just call me Uncle Terry.' When he was hugging me his facial hair tickled my neck and it was almost like he was smelling me. How funny I thought, but yet, why is my dick getting hard? Why has it been getting hard all day? Mr. C commented to Uncle Terry, 'Lukas and I were just discussing sleeping arrangements, my housekeeper has all the beds torn up except the master bed. Lukas had said we could share. But I hadn't told him yet you were staying over as well. Why don't you and Lukas take the big bed and I can sleep on the couch.' 'Mr. C, I have an idea..... I don't need much room, we could have like a slumber party and all three sleep in the bed? I could be in the middle, again 'I don't need much room. Then you on one side and Uncle Terry on the other side...... Or you know, I can just go home, it would be ok.' 'NO NO NO, you are not going home. I mean. I would like it if you stayed here with us. Terry you wouldn't mind if Lukas sleeps between us tonight would you'? I felt Uncle Terry put his hand on the small of back near my waist line and say. 'I think that sounds like a wonderful idea Tony.' Mr. C walked down the hallway toward the bedroom and Uncle Terry's hand slipped a little lower and patted my butt. Fuck, my dick is getting even more hard. Maybe I am going to need to jack off before bed. I don't know whats wrong with me today. I then felt Uncle Terry take my hand and start to move me down the hall behind him.

Two firsts for me today. Finally hooked up with someone on BBRT and finally knowingly took a poz load. The guy was verstaile like me. We stripped, kissed and sucked each other off. When he was ready he pliunged his cock inside me, but didn't quite manage to cum. So, he pulled out and wanked furiously until he was ready to explode and then thrust his cock back into me, flooding me with his poz cum. I tried to return the favour, but he admitted after a short while that it'd been quite a while since he'd been fucked and he couldn't continue being fucked by my 7 inches. I'm now further down the slippery slope myself!

The three of us headed to Uncle Pete's car. There was a tingling in my white briefs. The last load Jeff had filled me with just before we checked out of the guest house oozed into my white briefs. I was somewhat conflicted about being filled with poz cum, but also not afraid or opposed to getting charged again. Would being poz be all that bad. We got to Uncle Pete and Jeff's house and brought our luggage inside. We stepped outside and took seats on the patio. I grabbed the pack of Benson and Hedges menthols, lit one and took a long deep drag. Uncle Pete did the same and while he exhaled smoke, he asked me what I was thinking. I admitted to being aroused by the situation I was in now. Jeff, grabbed a smoke and lit one. He was telling Uncle Pete I was a insatiable bottom. Uncle Pete just grinned. I got brave and asked Uncle Pete why he had Jeff be first and not him. Uncle Pete said it was his intent to have me broken in before the three of us engaged in a three way. They suggested we take ourselves inside. Uncle Pete moved closer and touched my newly pierced ear. Then he leaned in and slid his tongue in my mouth. I was so turned on by him kissing me, my cock sprang to attention. He told me, to head to their room and undress.

I had been checking out hot poz men online for a couple of years and came upon several that were willing participants in conversion play. Most of them were too far away to actually hook-up with them, but our conversations and emails were hot, and fed into my fantasies, and more to the point, the longer this went on, the more intense the desire which over came me to be the passive recipient of a toxic breeding session. This one successful breeder that had wanted to seed me from the first time I had contacted him (Lucas) finally became my choice. I especially liked him because he was so into poz breeding and sharing. He lived to get to knock up negative men. Also, he was a multiple cummer. He had been known to shoot as many as 14 loads in a night of breeding, which was a very rare thing in breeders, and this I had verified from some of his previous bottoms who had shared info with me. After over two years of back and forth and keeping up on each other's exploits, we agreed to a time of meeting that worked for both of us. I had to fly to his city and he picked me up at the airport and drove to his place to begin my four day visit. I had learned a lot about him during our two years of chatting. He had told me that he was a serious chaser for several years and vowed that when he got infected, he would never turn down a negative man that wanted converted. He had during the few years that he was HIV positive had successfully impregnated at least 26 men of whom he knew. Of course many of them never got back to him to let him know that he was successful, so the count is not exact. He has never been on any meds and takes all the recharges he can get on a regular basis. He has not tested since his first test when he got infected but knows that he is potent as his results in conversion rate is almost perfect. The month before I decided to go see him he told me that a traveling couple had come to see him for a one night, one breeding each on their way through town, and he had infected both of them and they reported back in 16 days that they were both horribly sick with the fuck flu. Just before I left to go see him, he said they had called and reported their tests were poz. This affirmed for me he was still in the game and results were positive for his seed. I had told him that I would really like to have my conversion videoed for future enjoyment. After all, a man only gets knocked up once. On the way from the airport, we stopped and picked up his camera man (Joe) because as he explained in the car, he didn't want to waste any time once we got back to his home. He said his cock had been anticipating my negative asshole to seed and was throbbing and full of cum. I'm not sure which one of us was more excited. Lucas had infected cam man Joe about a year ago and they both recharged each other on regular basis as poz fuck buddies. He told me that some of the men he had infected wanted a blood slam to make certain that the infection would take, but I told him that I wanted it fucked into me the old fashioned way. That way I can say I earned it. Slamming just seemed like cheating. I want that toxic seed deep in my shit hole, like a real man. We arrived at his home and went inside where about three feet inside the door Lucas took off his clothes and Joe took off his pants as his cock was so hard it couldn't be contained, knowing what was about to happen on video. Joe started the video rolling and Lucas said for the record "I am telling you that I am HIV positive and you are negative. I am going to fuck you full of HIV seed and you are willing to take it." "Yes," I replied, "that is the point of this breeding session." "Get your pants off," Lucas ordered, his eight by six inch cock dripping precum. To be continued.

A/N : Hey guys ! It's been a long time, but no worries, sooner or later, I always get horny for some good old gay incest. So here's the next part of the story, which I almost took to whole other direction, but ultimately I changed my mind. It would've required the story to be moved to another section of the site, and I wanted to keep this "clean", at least for now... Let me know what you think. There's no better compliment than telling me my story made you shoot loads, so shoot away ! Daddy and Josh. ————————————————————————————————————— I glanced at Josh, studying his gorgeous face, his innocent looks betraying the evil mastermind that really was. I couldn’t even bring myself to hate him, not really. Anyone else would have already exposed the incestuous nature of my relationship with Brandon. But Josh here? He was perverted enough to actually find that hot, and was giving us a chance to keep it a secret. I prayed to God the nature of our relationship would never be exposed more than it already was. “Where are you taking me?” I asked halfway through the drive, fidgeting in my seat as I conjured all kinds of crazy things Josh was going to do to me. “To my moms’ place,” Josh answered, surprising me. “They’re on vacation in Bali for two weeks, we’ll have the whole place to ourselves.” Moms? Oh God. It struck me then. Had Josh never met his father? It could explain his Daddy kink. It didn’t explain my son’s though. I still didn’t understand how Brandon’s mind became so twisted. I’d always thought of myself as a good father, but evidently, the situation I had gotten myself in with my son couldn’t be explained so easily. Before I knew it, we arrived at Josh’s place. It was in a pretty nice residential neighborhood not far from where we lived, actually, and the house looked like nice and homey. Josh grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the car, a seductive smile on his face. He carried my overnight bag, and even opened the door for me. It was all so surreal, I still had a hard time believing it. “Make yourself at home, Daddy,” Josh said, sounding like a giddy little boy though he was anything but little. I watched him walk ahead and run up the stairs with my stuff, leaving me alone to discover his childhood home. My eyes were drawn to the framed pictures adorning the wall of the wooden stairs. I grabbed one with Josh standing between his two mothers, the three of them looking so happy at a park. One of Josh’s mothers looked familiar to me, with her blonde wavy hair and green eyes, her delicate features. Her name was on the tip of my tongue, but I couldn’t remember it. Did I know her from high school ? “That one was taken on my 11th birthday,” Josh’s voice interrupted my thoughts. “Were you adopted?” I asked. “No, my mom got pregnant from a one night stand in college,” Josh answered with a shrug. “That was before she finally accepted the fact that men weren’t her thing. I never met my father.” “I’m sorry to hear that,” I said, looking back at the picture. That was when it hit me. I did know Josh’s mother, and I couldn’t believe I’d forgotten her. “Tessa,” I muttered her name, as memories of our encounters flashed through my mind. We hadn’t socialized much in college, we were on friendly terms because of our common friends, but we were acquaintances at best. Except for one party when we’d been much closer than that. “You know my mom?” Josh said, looking at me wide eyes. “We knew each other in college, haven’t seen her since then,” I answered, a little taken aback by how small the world was, and that was the end of the conversation. Josh took my hand and led me up to his bedroom, where he eagerly threw me on his bed. I rolled over to the edge and got up, backing away from Josh. “I’m not going to do anything with you,” I said. I was not going to give him that satisfaction. He was blackmailing Brandon and I, I had already agreed to come with him, but I never agreed to have sex with him—no matter how tempting he was. This was crazy and it was my fault. I had let my horny mind take over and leading me into one poor decision after another. Had I not signed up on that cursed app, I never would’ve cheated on Kate with my own son. I never would’ve found out my son harbored unspeakable feelings for me, and we never would’ve acted on them. I never would’ve fallen for Brandon and ruined his life. “Oh but you are, Daddy,” Josh said as he stripped off his shorts, leaving only his tiny white speedo on. He was an enticing sight, and it pained me to admit that the only way to stay strong was to look away. I started for the bedroom door, not knowing how I was going to survive the night here alone with this young predator, but I knew I needed some fresh air away from Josh. “Come on, Daddy, I know you want this as much as I do,” Josh purred, grabbing my wrist and yanking me close to him, his big body overwhelming me. Damn the kid was tall, his arms locked tight around my waist. I looked up at him, his hands resting on my ass, kneading it leisurely. My cock is achingly hard, and so was his, and the moment he started thrusting his hips, I began to lose it. “I don’t,” I said, stepping away before I could give in to my urges and heading for the door once again. This time, Josh let me go, and I quickly made my way down to the living room. I had no plan, but being anywhere but the bedroom seemed like the best course of action. I sat on the couch, which was big enough for my frame to sleep on comfortably, and if I had my way, I was going to spend the night on it, alone. “I’m losing patience, Daddy,” Josh said as he joined me in the living room, completely naked this time, with his phone in hand. He brought his phone up and started taking pictures of me—I instinctively brought my hand up to hide my face, only to realize that he was actually recording. “Daddy, why won’t you fuck me? I’m so hungry for your cum,” Josh said, approaching dangerously. He was jerking himself, phone camera pointed at his large dick, then back up to me. “Josh, stop this,” I ordered, trying to sound as reprimanding as I could, which seemed to work as he stopped. “Fine,” he said, pouting as he sat next to me, huddling close. I allowed it, hoping it would appease Josh. “I know what’ll get you horned up,” Josh said, getting back on his phone. Within a few seconds, the giant TV mounted on the wall facing us turned on, and my eyes grew wide when I saw what he’d cast on the TV. It was Brandon. My son, completely naked, lying on his back, his big son cock resting on his smooth and rock hard body. Josh had a sex tape of my son, who looked completely dazed, his beautiful eyes directed at the camera, his mischievous grin making me so hard I could hardly think. “Do you like it, little brother?” Josh’s voice came through clearly. “Fuck yeah, big bro,” Brandon replied, and the view shifted down until I saw Josh’s raw cock buried deep in my son’s hole. The sight made my insides churn with envy and anger. How dare Josh show me a tape of him fucking my son?! But fuck, the dirty incestuous talk between them, the beautiful sight of my son made me want to shoot my third load of the day. Josh had obviously caught on my raging hardon, and plastered himself all over me, hand slowly jerking me off. I was frozen, mesmerized by the TV screen. “Breed me, Josh, breed your little brother,” Brandon begged as the fucking started getting frantic, the camera showing Josh’s cock going in and out, often showing the entire length of Brandon’s beautiful body getting fucked, his hands holding onto the bed’s headrest. “Such a cumslut, little bro,” Josh panted. “Look at that creamy hole.” And look I did. The camera focused on my son’s tight hole as Josh pulled out, white thick fluids coming out of it. Fuck, it was so hot. That Josh really knew how to film. “Do you want a second load in there?” “Yes, please, give it to me big brother,” Brandon begged again, which was only lowering my defences further. Damn. How long ago did this take place, and how often? I wondered. Before recent events, I never would’ve suspected my son was having unprotected gay sex so casually. He was good at keeping up appearances; I had never seen this coming. Having a Daddy kink was one thing, but it blew my mind to see my son’s sexual kinks so incest-oriented. “I have a couple more,” Josh whispered in my ear, one hand still stroking my cock while the other slipped underneath my shirt to play with my nipples. “But I bet you’ll like the one I filmed earlier by the pool best.” Freeing one of his hands, he got back to his phone, and as announced, put on the incriminating sex tape he was using to blackmail me. I hadn’t seen much earlier, but damn it was hot. He’d filmed everything, from beginning to end, I realized. “I finally have you all to myself,” Josh grinned. He licked at my neck, grinding his smooth body against mine, our cocks hardening together. “Fuck,” I said, groaning as I enjoyed this young man’s body. I couldn’t help myself, watching Brandon and I making love had torn all my defenses down. Besides, Josh did feel exceptionally good, and I let my arms wrap around Josh’s broad back. The bastard had won. “You taste so good, Daddy,” Josh said, the last word hitting me hard. I was sick, I knew it, still I enjoyed hearing Josh call me that. I captured Josh’s lips, kissing him like my life depended on it. I was trapped with Josh, and no matter how bad I felt over this situation, how guilty I felt for cheating on my wife—and, even if I hated to admit it, on my son—I told myself I might as well enjoy it. I could still hear Brandon’s moans loud in the background, and if I tried, I could almost pretend it was Brandon here kissing me rather than Josh. “Fuck, son,” I said as we pulled away, and I cupped Josh’s face in my hands, looking up at him. He was hot beyond words, and the bastard knew it. Josh brought our lips back together, and I swallowed his moans, my cock nestling comfortably between his plump ass cheeks. “I will finally get your load, Daddy,” Josh whispered in my ear, moving back to sit on my cock. His tight lubed hole took in my cock like it was made for it, and I threw my head back as bliss took over me. I didn’t even care about safety, I only wanted to fuck Josh raw. “See, Daddy? Do you see now how wrong you were earlier?” Josh said with a devilish grin as he rode my cock. “My ass is the sweetest you’ll ever experience.” It was hard to argue with him at the moment, when he pumped my cock so expertly, tightening his hole around me just at the right moment. I rolled Josh on his back and put his legs over my shoulders, facing him fully as I fucked him harder. I wanted to punish the gorgeous bastard for separating Brandon and I. I was angry at him for having caught us, for having so much power over us now, for having manipulated me so easily into fucking him. Even in his lustful daze, Josh was lucid enough to grab his phone and turn off the TV, proceeding to turn on his camera to film our fucking. “Yes, Daddy, give me your load,” Josh panted, face flushed and breathing fast, camera pointed at me, then he moved it to show my cock entering his hole. “Fill me, fill me, fill me…” “Is that what you want, baby boy? Want Daddy’s load?” I said, giving in to my inner devil. This father/son talk was making things so much hotter, and I couldn’t for the life of me figure out why. I knew Josh wasn’t my son, but it still made me hot. Sure, it wasn’t as hot as fucking Brandon, but looking down at Josh’s perfectly sculpted body, taking my cock like a common whore, filming his depraved behavior, begging for his daddy’s cum? Few things in life gave me such pleasure. “Yes, Daddy, I’ve been craving it for so long,” Josh said. “Give it to me, Daddy, breed me, Daddy.” “Here it comes, son,” I said, pumping my third load of the day into Josh, mesmerized by the sheer ecstasy on his face. He looked so beautiful, and that thought made me feel even guiltier, but my body was on autopilot, seeking more pleasure as I kept fucking Josh. “I’m gonna cum, Daddy,” Josh moaned, hands busy with his phone, and I watched, completely transfixed as Josh came buckets all over his defined abs, without even touching himself. I couldn’t help myself, the sight of so much cum, over such a gorgeous body was a delicious sight. I bent down and licked hungrily, lapping up as much cum as I could. “Give it to me, Daddy,” Josh said, his hand on the back of my head guiding me up. I obeyed, having gathered a pool of sweet cum in my mouth, I hovered over Josh’s and released a steady stream of jizz onto his eager tongue. Glancing sideways, I saw the phone camera angled perfectly to capture our snowballing, and I couldn’t help but look at the camera lens, smirking at it. It was so dirty, and I loved it. Josh brought me down and captured my lips, our tongues exchanging his load between us. Fuck, I loved this sloppy kiss, having cum in the mix made it so much better. I swallowed as much of the cum as I could, and it seemed Josh did as well. “Thank you, Daddy,” Josh breathed out when we pulled away. I stood back to catch my breath, watching Josh do his thing, phone still recording as he reached for his hole and fingered himself, moaning like the slut he was and catching it on film. “Fuuuck, Daddy, thanks for all this cum,” Josh said, cupping his hand underneath his hole as he started to push out my load. He gave me his phone, asking me to film it—who was I to refuse? It was so hot, I directed the camera at his stretched hole, watching my cum drip. “Such a hot hole, baby boy,” I groaned. “Thank you, Daddy,” Josh said, then brought his hand up to his mouth, and I followed with his phone, watching him gulp my cum like a starved man. “Mmhh, you taste so good, Daddy,” Josh said as he licked his fingers clean. He reminded me so much of Brandon right now, and fuck, it was no surprise they behaved so much alike if they hung out and did all this dirty stuff together. It was probably why being with Josh felt so much like being with Brandon. They were both young and hot, both twisted in the best way, and both yearning for me as their Daddy. I almost felt bad for Josh, who had never his own father. I felt myself give in to Josh, maybe it was pity, maybe it was true affection, but I took him in my arms and kissed him, enjoying another cummy kiss with him. He was sweet, even if perverted, and if all he needed was a Daddy, I was going to be that Daddy. He didn’t have to sleep around anymore. “Son,” I said, looking him in the eye. “Yes, Daddy?” “Is that what you want? Me as your father?” “More than anything,” Josh replied. “Not just a Daddy you have sex with,” I clarified. “But a real father, someone to guide you, to be there if you need him.” “Would you do that for me?” Josh asked, surprised, his arms tightening their grip around me. “Yes,” I answered truthfully. The kid had worn me down, had blown me away into changing my mind about him. It only took having sex with him to understand just how serious he was when he said he wanted a Daddy, and had been craving it for a long time. I understood him now. “Oh, Dad, you have no idea how happy I am to hear that,” Josh said, hugging me. I hugged him back, burying my nose in his neck, inhaling his scent. “Let’s send that video to Bran-bran, show him what a happy family we can be, finally,” Josh said, triumphant. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Josh…” “Trust me, he’ll like it,” Josh assured me, taking his phone back from me. I let him do his thing, letting him go from my arms. I enjoyed the feel of his body, loved caressing it, just like I did Brandon’s. Thinking of my son, it made me realize some thing. “Hey, son,” I said, getting Josh’s attention. “Will you send me that video of Brandon and I?” I asked, the images flashing back in my head and making me hard again. Just minutes ago I was cursing that damn video, but now? Something in my mind had clicked, and I knew I could trust Josh now, completely. Our secret would be safe with him, part of me was convinced of that. And I wanted a souvenir of that hot love-making session with my son. Josh only smirked at my question, and kissed me again. “Of course, Daddy, come upstairs with me, I’ll upload everything from my computer to your phone.” “Everything?” “Yeah, I have so much more to show you,” Josh said, and gave me another kiss, all this talk about his sex tapes obviously turning him on. I was ready for another round myself, thinking about Brandon in compromising situations. Our cocks were on alert, grinding together. “Lead the way, son,” I said, now excited to see what Josh had in store for me now.

Today, I was a little worn out from this weekend. Sunday I pounded the fuck out of a bearded cute young bear, and my other friend. Bearcub told me he did not like fingers but for some reason when they say that it makes me want to do it more. And once he was loosened up he told me he did like it. Said I was great with my hands. I mostly did him on his hands and knees and my friend likes to get fucked scissored so I can really get in there. By the end I was drenched in sweat and there was literally a puddle on the bed. But the last load I gave is the name of this forum, so thats what I will write about. I was at work feeling turned inside out today and this hairy handsome little cumdump I have been talking to said he was horny as fuck wanted me to come over. I told him I did not want to walk to the train and all that, he offered an uber. I never showered last night, and looked a little tired. But said fuck it and went over. He was actually better looking in person. Hot Italian, handsome. Little love handles, but gave me something to grab onto while I railed on him. Fucked for about twenty minutes and left a big load in his ass. Was actually out of breath afterward as though I ran a marathon. That is no good. But I was able to go again after we chatted for ten minutes. Fucked him some more then, I made him sit on my face, pulled out the first load and fed it to him, then left another one in there. His hole had that sort of lose sandpaper feel after a while, which I think is actually hot. Variety is nice. Afterward he texted me "it was hot when you fed me your load out of my ass" I wrote back "you looked hungry." Figured he was pissed when he didn't respond, but about ten minutes later he sent me a pig snout. So all was copacetic.

There's definitely a deep link for me. Once I'm naked or down to a jock I just get into position and let everything happen. As soon as I feel hard cock slipping in I don't care who's watching or walking past. Out cruising it's easy to get spooked, especially when just starting up. I've lost count of the number of guys who have quickly zipped up and stepped away because they've seen someone approach. I'm usually stripped and on my knees at this point so there's just no hiding and I just revel in it. I ended up getting fucked by two guys a little earlier because of this. The first guy who approached me and made me suck him. While I was concentrating on the cock he had in my throat he had beckoned another guy over. I sucked them both for a bit before the first guy had me bend over the branch of the tree we were next to and shoved all the way in. Never even discussed condoms, just pushed right into me taking my breath away. Perfect. While he fucked me I looked over my shoulder and realised there were about four or five guys stood around stroking over the show. Once the first guy fucking me made me beg loudly for his load he pulled out, stepped back and another older guy stepped up and pushed in. Not my usual pick but he has hung and hard and I was in no position to argue. I was in the mindset of cumdump and I would have let them all use me if they'd wanted. As it was I was just more into it and acted up as a slutty bottom because they were watching. Exhibitionism brings out the slut. I'm ok with that.

Part 15, Love wins. I have to admit, I love the feeling of the magic brown bottle, it makes me feel so warm and tingly. I looked to my right and I saw Mr. C walking over to a cabinet. Ahmed took the ear plugs out of my ears as daddy picked up a medicine bottle. He shook it a couple times and put it back in the cabinet and walked my way. He grabbed a bottle of water and said, 'take these vitamins son.' 'More vitamins? I already had 3 of those blue diamond ones. 'These blue ones are different, they will make you strong in another way.' He pushed three of them down my throat and poured some water in and felt me swallow. He looked at Mr Ali and said, 'you are right my friend and as Jack said to Rose. Not here, not this night, do you understand me.'? 'Sweet, shall I send out my notice now Tony?' 'No, no, no, actually we aren't going to do that either. I have another plan. I will keep working with him and his body will learn to want it. He will beg for it without the spell and he will ask me for the gift. But it might take some time, but I am a patient man and plus we have the magic bottle until then. You are welcome to look into a loaner program for my boy with your friends, but he will stay mine. I cant risk one of you being the gift bearer. It will be my love strain and he will look me in the eyes asking for it....someday.' 'Oh Tony, you are passing up a new life, but I get it. I will tell my people they can come visit and pay homage to you for a visit with him, but he is staying put' Mr. C looked back at me and said, 'I think there are a few other men outside that heard about your gift from god and would like to come see it and play with it. Would that be ok boy? After that, we can go home, you have had a big day son.' i thought of going back home and Mr. C said. 'whats wrong pup, you look sad'. I heard mens voices enter the room as daddy slipped a blindfold over my eyes. 'I just thought about going back to my house and seeing my mom and it makes me sad to think of that again. This morning seems like such a long time ago.' I felt someone pick the bottle up off my chest and i heard the top unscrewing and i flinched in surprise as several hands started to touch my legs and stomach. 'Oh son, you are not taking you back to your house. You are staying with me tonight in my house'. 'Really'? I felt a thumb close my left nostril and the familiar smell filled my lungs. Daddy was close to my ear and whispered to me 'yes, and dont worry about that, just open up your pussy for this nice man. He has a birthday gift and a big treat for you'. With that said and as I exhaled, I felt my asslips separate and open wide. And wider. And wider. And wider. Holy fuck, this dude was just huge. I sat up in the sling and felt a strong hand slowly push my chest down. The thumb went to my other nostril and I repeated my breathing exercises. I soon felt his pubes tickling my groin and he shoved a little deeper just to make sure I knew he could. I let out a scream and my hands went up to the chains over my head. I held onto them and tried to pull myself up and off of him. But I was stuck. My legs were stretched to the limit and there was no where I could go. He moved forward and kept me fully stretched. It felt like he was half way to my neck inside of me. I tried a different approach as he started to back that huge cock out of me. I leaned forward again to see if I could somehow reach the chains my feet were attached to. There was no use, I couldn't reach those either. I felt his very powerful hand on my chest and this time he pushed me back into my fur sanctuary and spoke. 'If you relax boy, this is going to be a lot easier on you. I dont give a fuck, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. Your choice. Get some more magic medicine in him and give him a spray of candy if he needs. But get his calm and relaxed.....this bitch needs to be opened up.' Wait, that voice, I know that voice. 'Thanks for letting me close up the shop early Mr. C, you are right, this is too good to miss' the man said to Mr. C. 'Jax? Is that you?' 'Damn straight little bro, so relax, I got this. Take my big black dick into your little pink pussy boy. Fuck baby you are tight...' I heard the spray can spray and felt a finger pry my mouth open. I felt a towel enter and the finger pushed my mouth shut. Daddy said, 'bite on the cold part and wrap your lips around the cloth and breath deep through your mouth.' With that he pinched my nose shut. I breathed in deeply several times and it felt like I was getting far away again, like I was hovering over the hammock. The voices were indistinct and my hole was visible in my head like it just blossomed wide open. I was in a dream? I feel so funny. I feel so alive. I could hear voices, I could hear the chains rattle. I could hear daddy talking in my ear but I couldnt figre out what he was saying. It seemed like a couple minutes later I started to feel like I was settling back into my body and Jax's voice became louder and more clear. 'Fuck, I love the look and bloody scent of red on my cock. Its like Neapolitan ice cream, vanilla, chocolate and now some pink strawberry. Oh fuck that is some deep dicking that pussy can take. Jesus his pussy is swallowing me hole. He was fucking me so hard i felt my nipples being tweaked. It was like I could feel every vein of his big cock rippling across my ass lips as he went in deep again. Deep and holding it deep into my hole. He was rubbing his thumb just above his cock on the tender part of my boy pussy. He was rubbing and pushing and I was going crazy. I felt something warm on my cock. Something wet and warm. Was someone sucking me? Who would do that? Oh fuck, I cant believe this feeling. Jax's voice was so sexy, telling me about how my asshole gripped him every time someone would pinch my nipples. Telling me to clamp down on that big fucking dong because I was about to get his gift. I had never had so many gifts on my birthday before. I felt so special. These men are so nice to help me celebrate and to teach my pussy how to open up they hardly needed to bring me gifts too, but so cool they did. Jax was pulling his dick all the way out and then slamming it back in and I heard him say. 'Look at that cunt gape. She is dilated to a half dollar size if not more. Someone get a flashlight. Look inside that pussy hole. Oh fuck, look at that. Look at all the cum being churned into butter. It is coating the walls. All those little swimmers trying to burrow their way home. Swim you little fuckers, swim, I got the next team of swimmers about to dive into the pool, the all black swimmers from my school. I could tell he was picking up speed, faster, deeper, faster, deeper, oh fuck he was going to deep. 'Oh daddy, it hurts me daddy, it hurts.' 'You need to relax, take your big brothers babies. You are going to love when he uses you baby. By the sweat on his chest you should be done in 5, 4, 3, 2, you ready? 1.' 'Ohhhhhhhooollllyyyyyy Fuckinggggggg mercy of goddddd, knocking that little tight virgin pussy up with my baby batter. ' I felt him convulsing several more times until he started to slow down. But I was still getting sucked by someone and couldn't control it any longer. I was going to fucking blow my load. I started to moan and let out a whimper. 'oh, oh, oh god'. But it stopped. I could feel the cum welling up in my nuts and right before it shot out he stopped. Why, why would someone do that? I felt his hand squeeze my dick. I felt something happening. What is going on? My cock was being squeezed tight, but I am going to cum? Oh that hurts. Oh that is amazing. Oh fuck. 'Oh my god, I am going to shoot. Can I shoot? Please let go of my cock, let me touch it. I felt my hands being grabbed and pulled over my head. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, I am going to cum. And with that I shot a load out of my cock.' Mr. Ali laughed and said 'oh to be young again, that first shot easily caught 4 feet of air' I felt my cum splatter back onto me what seemed like seconds after it left my cock, it must have had quite a good hang time. Volley after volley of cum shot out. Dropping all over my chest in big globs. I was panting and sweating. I felt several tongues licking on my chest. Out of the corner of my right eye, I saw Ahmed go to one of the cabinet. There were all these really strange looking things in it. He picked up this big red thing and brought it over to Mr. C and said. 'why dont you use this ass plug so his gifts dont all escape by the time you get him home'. I felt my daddy put his hand on my head and took the blindfold off. I squinted to see again, but he was looking right into my eyes from a few inches away and said. 'Be strong for a minute ok? Can you push out a little like you are on the toilet? Not really hard, but push out your pussy, yeah, good, just like that. A little more pup.' I felt something kind of cold and slippery pushing into me. 'Be strong, be brave, you almost got it. One more push' And with that my hole hurt really bad but then closed up a little bit. Daddy asked, 'how do you feel.? 'Very full' He kissed my forehead and looked into my eyes again and said 'I love you Lukas'. I smiled and said, 'I love you to Mr., I mean, I love you too daddy.'

Part 57 - The Coach Sweats It Out Coach Adams showered and headed down to the front desk before breakfast. Behind the desk was a tall, thin guy tapping at the computer. “Excuse me…” the coach said, trying to read the name on the guy’s badge “…uh Dakota.” “Yes?” came the reply in a thin femme voice. The coach was somewhat relieved and assumed the guy was gay. “I’d like to know if I can move to another room” the coach said laying the key out on the desk with the number on the folder facing up. “Is there something wrong with your room, sir?” asked Dakota. “No, not really. Its just a little too close to my swim team and I’d rather not let them hear the noises from my room” coach Adams said with a wink. “Oh? Are you a moaner or a screamer?” Dakota asked with a smile while he typed into the keyboard. The coach choked when he heard the reply and quietly said “something like that.” “We have something on the second floor on the end. 201. It’s a king room, not two queen beds. Will that work?” Dakota said. “Yeah, perfect. Can I move my stuff now or later?” the coach asked. “Just pack your bags and leave them in your room by the door. I’ll have the cleaning staff move it when the other room has been cleaned” Dakota said handing the coach a new key. “Great. I really appreciate it” the coach replied. “You’re very welcome sir. I hope you have a fun time tonight” answered Dakota with a smile. The team ate breakfast and was packed in the van with several minutes to spare. The coach drove over to the university and the headed into the athletic center where the swimming pools were. They went inside and registered and were told where the locker rooms were and where to go for the first session. Ric had a large duffle bags over each shoulder, each containing suits, goggles, clipboards, timers and a few other necessities. He followed the team into the locker room and let them each find their stuff while he looked around at the mostly naked group of guys from the various teams. In the main pool area, Ric found a place off to the side to sit and observe. He had brought a book to read if things got too dull, but it was nice to see the mixture of college and older high school swimmers. Some of the coaches even caught his eye. His gaze was interrupted when he heard “are you an assistant coach too?” from a guy that was suddenly standing right next to him. Ric looked up and saw a guy he guessed was a few years older than him, muscled like a gymnast, wearing a tight tank top and shorts. His light brown hair was short on the sides and longer on top, pulled back with a little tail. “Uh, no. I’m just helping out my team for the training camp” Ric replied. The guy chuckled and said “That sounds like an assistant coach to me. Do all the stuff the coach and team doesn’t want to do. So, you’re a classmate with one of the high school teams?” “Yeah. Eighteen and a senior” Ric said with a smile. He was getting a feeling about the guy and was hoping this was more than just small talk. “Oh, I thought you were a bit older. I guess its the beard. I’m Spencer. Nice to meet you” the guy said. “Hi Spencer, I’m Ric. I take it you are a ‘real’ assistant coach for one of the teams?” Ric asked. “Yep. The Wolverines. I’m a student teacher there and have been helping out with the various teams. Anything to help get an offer, hehe” Spencer said. Ric decided to play his cards and said “They’re a lucky to have a hot guy like you to help them out. Hopefully they will keep you on full time next year.” Ric watched as Spencer first was startled and then blushed at Ric’s forwardness. “Uh, thanks. Was I really that obvious?” Spencer asked. Ric let out a quiet laugh and said “No, not at all. I just took a chance.” “Oh, thank god. I’ve been trying to be careful, but a guy has needs. It’s going to be a long semester” Spencer said. “You’ll have no problem getting some. Maybe even during the training camp” Ric said with a wicked smile. “I hope so. Maybe I can sneak away and have some fun. I’m staying at the Rest Inn Lodge” Spencer said. “That’s great! Me too” replied Ric. Ric and Spencer attended to their teams and Ric kept glancing over at Spencer for the rest of the day. They seemed to catch each other checking the guys out, whether it was camp attendees, coaches or the college swimmers that were helping out. There was one black college swimmer that Ric paid a lot of attention to. His lithe body showed off the prominent bulge in his speedo. While most guys just had a bulge that let his imagination ponder the contents, this guy’s cock snaked to the side letting you know that there was a sizable shaft that was going to fill you up wherever it went. When the final whistle of the day blew Ric was happy that the first day was over. He was exhausted just looking at all of the hot guys, and his cock was aching to find a cock hungry hole to fuck. He found the team and helped collect all of the equipment and swimsuits and get everyone loaded into the van. They drove back to the hotel and the coach told everyone “Get some rest. We’ll meet at seven for dinner.” The team had no intention of getting rest. A bed might be involved, but not sleep. The coach decided that it would be a good time to hit the gym and then sauna. He headed towards his new room and changed into some workout clothes and went to the gym. Dennis was looking over the cameras and spotted coach Adams go into the gym. He kept an eye on what he did and smiled when he saw the coach head to the locker rooms. When he saw him go into the sauna, he knew he had to tap what his boyfriend had fucked the night before. Dennis went into the locker room and stripped, grabbing a towel on his way in to the sauna. Dennis entered the sauna and saw the coach leaning back with his eyes closed. When the door slammed shut, the coach looked over and saw Dennis sitting down on his towel next to him. “Looking to get away from your team?” Dennis asked. “Yeah. They can be a handful some times. I need the break and they probably are enjoying a bit of freedom” the coach said. “There aren’t that many women’s teams in the hotel this year so I hope they’re not all running after the same girls” Dennis replied. The coach laughed and said “The women are pretty safe with my swim team. Its the other guys that need to be careful.” “Oh? Are they all gay?” Dennis asked innocently. “I think most, if not all of them. They haven’t said anything to me, but my gaydar has gone off on each one. And I know how horny I was at that age so I wouldn’t be surprised if theres a giant orgy going on right now” the coach said with a laugh. “How about it now? Is it going off?” Dennis said looking over at the coach with a grin and a stiffening cock. The coach looked over and seemed surprised at Dennis’s question. “Uh, I really can’t tell except for your cock getting harder” the coach said. “Well, you’re a sexy guy and my cock tends to get excited when there’s a sexy naked guy next to me” Dennis said, turning towards the coach and spreading his legs The coach looked over at Dennis and licked his lips before moving off the bench and kneeling on the lower bench between Dennis’s legs. He looked up at Dennis and then down at his stiff rod. Dennis put his hand on the coach’s head and pushed it towards his cock. He got no resistance from the coach and felt the coach’s wet tongue licking the sweat off his shaft. He let go of the coach’s head and the little encouragement was all the coach needed before he was sucking on Dennis’s cock like it was the last one on earth. The coach was bobbing on Dennis’s cock, taking it deep into his throat and gripping it with his throat muscles before he pulled back and began bobbing again. Dennis was enjoying the oral attention the coach was giving him but he wanted to see just how good his ass was. Corey had told him all the details from the previous night’s encounter with the coach and knew when Corey loved a hole it must be really good. He could tell that the coach kept looking nervously to see if anyone else had come in and saw him servicing the hotel manager. Finally, the coach leaned back and gasped for air before saying “We really should go somewhere. I don’t want anyone walking in on us.” “Don’t worry, I put the sign out that says that the sauna is out of order” Dennis said as he stood up and reached over, flicking the lock on the door so no one could get in. The coach grinned and stood up, standing in front of Dennis. Dennis looked at the coach, pulled him close and kissed him roughly. His hands reached down and spread the coaches muscled ass mounds apart and one finger zeroed in on his puckered hole. He felt the coach moan into their kiss as the finger found its target. Their tongues darted against each other as Dennis pushed his finger into the coach’s hole. Aided only by sweat, Dennis knew how his finger was roughly penetrating the coach’s pussy but he didn’t seem to be complaining. Dennis turned their bodies around and pushed the coach backwards toward the corner. When they made it the few feet across the floor and the coach was against the corner of the lower bench, he ended the kiss and gave a gentle nudge. The coach took the hint and climbed up, laying back on the upper bench in the corner. Dennis raised his legs and kneeled down on the lower bench. He sucked down the coach’s cock and heard him gasp. Firmly grabbing the coach’s balls, he squeezed them tight and felt the coach squirm. He pulled off the cock, grazing his teeth on the coach’s mushroom head. He pushed the coach’s hips up and drove his face between the muscled mounds. The coach moaned loudly as the bearded face forced his ass apart and Dennis’s tongue dug into his pussy. Dennis forced some spit inside but wanted it to be as dry a fuck as possible. Dennis stood up and looked at the coach, their eyes locking together. The head of his cock poked at the entrance and Dennis dripped some spit onto the tip and pucker. He nudged his cock in slightly and heard the coach gasp. His toxic precum was now oozing inside the coach’s hole. He pressed harder and felt the hole slowly relax as the coach let the raw cock enter him. Another nudge and he felt his cock head pop inside and the coach groaned. Dennis started to work his hips, plowing in deeper and deeper. He leaned forward and the sweat was dripping over the coach’s abs and chest. The coach reached up with both hands, rubbing Dennis’s chest while the thick cock stretched him open and plunged deeper into his cunt. “Fuck, that feels good” moaned the coach. “Yeah, you like that big, raw dick inside you?” Dennis asked before slamming his cock the rest of the way in. “FUCK!” screamed out the coach and Dennis just grinned. He paused a moment and then started to thrust his cock in, each stroke getting longer until his whole length was driving in and out of his hole. A smile returned to the coach’s face as he got used to the rough fucking. His hole started to feel wet and he thought that the hotel manager must be one of those guys that leaks a lot of precum and it was helping him take the thick cock hard. The coach occasionally would clamp down on Dennis’s cock and after several times Dennis told him “I’m not ready to breed you yet. I want to enjoy this jock pussy some more.” Dennis started to pound harder and was amazed at how good the coach could take it. He knew the coach’s hole was probably pretty sore from the hard fuck that Corey had given him. While the coach loved finally getting some action, he was starting to feel it. His ass was burning from getting stretched and pounded. He moved his hands and started to tweak Dennis’s nipples, hoping that a flood of cum would soothe his sore hole. It made Dennis start to fuck even harder. Both Dennis and the coach were grunting with each thrust until Dennis began to coat the coach’s guts with his virulent seed. “Oh Fuck Yeah! Breed that hole” yelled the coach as he felt the cum fill him up. Dennis pulled back half way and drove back in feeling another spurt of diseased cum pump in. The last stroke had driven into the coach’s prostate and with that, his cock began shooting thick, creamy ropes of cum all over his chest and face. The coach’s orgasm milked even more of Dennis’s deadly sperm into his hole. Dennis pulled back once more and shoved in as his balls shot the last of his cum into the coach’s abused ass. Dennis slowly pulled his cock out and looked back at the coach laying there in a state of bliss. “Same time tomorrow?” asked Dennis as he grabbed the towel and wiped his cock off. “Oh hell, yeah” replied the coach. Dennis unlocked the door and then went to take a quick shower before going back to work. The coach laid there a few minutes, catching his breath and thought “What was that tattoo on his back? Something tribal or a sunburst?” He got up and headed into the shower area but Dennis was gone. He stood under the shower for several minutes. He thought about the last day - months of no sex and now two long hard bareback fucks leaving his ass filled with a strangers load and now the prospect of it happening again tomorrow. He loved the feeling of cum inside him and tried to hold it in as long as he could. He dressed and headed back to his room. As he got to the stairs, Shane came around the corner. “Hey coach. You’re walking a bit funny. Hope it was fun!” Shane said and kept walking. “Fuck!” the coach muttered to himself. The last thing he wanted was his team to know was that he was a cumdump bottom. Ethan, Toby and Max were heading back to their room from the day’s clinic when an elderly couple walked out of the room next to them. “Isn’t that the coach’s room?” asked Max. “Yeah. What the fuck?” replied Ethan. The three went into their room and quickly showered and changed clothes into shorts and a tee. They wandered around the hotel and found the game room. They laughed at some of the arcade machines that were there, some looked even older than their parents. There were some of the other swimmers from the clinic playing games or talking. Max saw one guy come into the room that he had talked to in between sessions earlier that day. “Hey, David” Max said as the guy walked to their group. Max introduced Toby and Ethan to David and then asked “What are you up to?” “No fuckin clue. I only have an hour or so before we head to dinner. How about you?” David replied. “Same here. You, uh, looked a lot hotter in the speedo than those baggy pants” Max said. David blushed and looked down at his feet for a second. When he looked back he could see Toby and Ethan licking their lips and nodding. “Uh, are you guys gay too?” Max laughed and replied “Our whole team is.” “Oh, fuck. That would be so cool. I’m the only one on my team except for a bi guy. A couple of the guys are cool with it but most give me shit and think I’m checking em out in the showers. I can hardly wait to get to college next year and finally meet more gay guys” David said. “If you ever need a team to check out, just let us know” Max said with a wink. “Fuck yeah! I could really use a good fuck. The last time was my cousin at Christmas” David said enthusiastically. As the guys walked quickly back to the room with Ethan grabbing at David’s ass. David asked Max “You said this afternoon you loved to share your special seed. Are you... uh... poz?” “Yeah, all three of us are” Max replied. “Fuck! Uh how? I mean… I know how it happens, but did you want it?” David asked nervously. “Mmmhmm. We helped each other. It was really hot” Toby said. There was a short pause before David asked “Are you guys on drugs so you can’t infect guys?” “Nope. It was recent too so we’re all at full power” Max said almost gloating. David stopped and then said “Uh, I don’t know guys. I don’t think I’m ready for that.” “We can use condoms if you want” said Toby while he was rubbing his stiff cock. “Uh, I guess that would be ok, just pull out before you cum to make sure” David said, walking again. “Cool. I think I have a couple in my bag” Ethan said, winking at Toby. Max opened the room and was pulling his clothes off before the door closed. The three guys surrounded David and pulled his clothes off. Max was the first to get his tongue into David’s mouth. Toby sunk to his knees and was licking at the wet tip of David’s cock. Ethan quietly went over to his duffle bag and pulled out three condoms and some lube, tossing them on the bed before moving behind David. He kissed the back of his neck and then moved lower and lower, kissing and licking his shoulders and back until he too was on his knees and rubbing his hands over the firm rounded mounds of David’s ass. David was a little shorter than the three other guys, but his body was toned with strong legs, shoulders and arms. His reddish-brown hair was cut short and his greenish eyes were constantly darting around taking in the sights of three guys groping and fondling his body. Toby soon had six inches of veiny shaft in his mouth while his hands massaged two large balls. David moaned into Max’s mouth as their kiss got more energetic. His senses were overloading with one guy on his cock, one rimming his ass and another kissing him and pinching his nipples. He was hoping he didn’t cum just from the foreplay, since he had never had more than one guy before and only one guy had stuck around long enough for round 2. Ethan was doing his best to get David’s hole wet with spit. He fucked with his tongue, pushed spit inside and then worked it deeper with his finger. All he could taste was soap and sweat and knew he really wanted to fuck this hole. While all three guys considered themselves versatile, Ethan had the most experience topping and he knew that Toby had fucked less than five guys. Max had even less practice, since the only person he had ever fucked was the male cheerleader who was home sick right now with a bad case of the flu, six doses of Max’s cum having done the trick. Ethan slowly pushed David towards the bed, the other two guys following along. Once they made it there, it was time to rearrange. David crawled to the middle of the bed with Ethan right behind him. Max moved in front and fed him his cock with Toby right next to him. Ethan dripped some lube on David’s hole and worked it in with his finger. David was slurping on Max’s cock and began to moan around it when Ethan’s finger penetrated his ass. Ethan grabbed a condom and ripped open the packet and rolled it on to his cock. He looked at Max and rolled his eyes and then grinned as he placed the tip of his cock at the pink glistening pucker of David’s hole. David reached back to make sure that Ethan had covered his poz cock up and then went back to sucking Max's rod. Ethan dripped some more lube on his latex covered shaft and smeared it around before pushing into David’s tight pussy. After several attempts to get inside Ethan moved back and coated two of his fingers with lube and pushed them in. He spent a few minutes working them in and twisting them around until he had stretched the hole enough to add a third finger. With three fingers pushed deep into David’s hole, Ethan twisted them around and felt David squirm. He pulled his fingers out and quickly stuffed his cock inside before his hole could constrict. David lunged forward with Ethan’s cock driving into his ass, but that just shoved Max’s cock all the way into his mouth and throat. Max could tell David was panicking from being spit roasted for the first time and held his shoulders while pulling back to let him breathe. Ethan yelled out “Oh fuck!” with his cock buried inside the scared bottom boy who had clamped his hole down tight around Ethan’s shaft. With a little more space to move and a cock no longer stuffed down his throat to let him gasp for air, David soon relaxed enough to feel comfortable having a cock in each end. He reached back and felt the condom still on Ethan’s cock and relaxed even more. When Ethan felt the grip on his cock go from strangulation to firm, he knew David was ready to get fucked. Ethan slowly pulled back and then pushed in, building speed slowly and enjoying the tight hole on his shaft. Max pulled his cock out and Toby moved over and fed David his dripping cock. Toby started to fuck David’s face with his cock and David struggled to take his cock into his throat, gagging with each stab of the shaft. Ethan was really enjoying it since it seemed with each gag, David’s hole would squeeze down on his dick. He pushed down on the small of David’s back to get it arched more and then started to fuck faster. Grabbing his hips, he was driving his cock in hard and then bouncing off the firm ass. Ethan felt the condom break, but just kept pounding the swimmer’s ass hoping that he wouldn’t notice the sudden change. David must have noticed, since he reached back and felt Ethan’s cock. He didn’t stop and must have felt the ring at the base of the shredded condom and thought that everything was ok. Ethan pounded harder and it was only a few minutes later his balls tightened up and cock swell up. He kept fucking as his cock sprayed the virus filled semen into David’s unsuspecting hole. Ethan was normally vocal when he came but he stifled it as best he could not wanting to let anyone know. When the last spurt shot out, he slowed down and pulled his cock from the gaping hole saying “Toby, you gotta try this hole. It feels fucking amazing.” Ethan climbed off the bed and walked back to the bathroom where he dumped the destroyed condom in the trash can and wiped his cum covered cock off with a towel. Toby didn’t need to be asked twice and pulled his cock out of David’s mouth and scooted around behind him. He made a show of putting the condom on and Max once again stuffed his cock into David’s waiting mouth. Toby figured there wasn’t going to be much need for lube, based on the contorted face that Ethan had earlier, but he faked putting more into David’s ass. Toby pushed his cock into the slick hole and quickly began pounding David’s cum filled hole. He smiled as he saw the frothy cum from Ethan’s load surround the base of his cock and it just drove him to fuck harder. He pulled out and slammed back in a few times until he felt his cock covered not in latex, but in cum. With his cock now free, he kept a firm, even pace until his balls tingled. He casually picked up the lube bottle and held it in his hand. Toby closed his eyes and leaned his head back as he imagined the cum he was about to shoot fill David’s cunt. Like Ethan, he tried to keep plowing through his orgasm. His cock pumped several shots of poz seed inside David, mixing with Ethan’s. After his shots of cum stopped, Toby thrusted a few more times before pulling out and grunting “FUCK!” loudly. He shook some of the lube all over David’s back, hoping it felt like he was shooting his cum all over it. Max moved around and was behind David in an instant and Ethan pushed his cleaned cock into David’s mouth. Max saw the cum dripping out of David’s hole while he rolled the condom on. Ethan smiled at him and he knew he was going to be the fall guy. Max shoved his cock into the gaping fuckhole and started to pump. He had been so close to shooting a few times already and didn’t want to waste his precious seed in David’s mouth. Max was mixing up his thrusts, trying to get the condom to break in the cum soaked hole. David was lubed way too well with cum and Max was having to try really hard to get the condom to break. He jabbed his cock in several directions and then reached down with his hand and tried to pull the condom tight as he rammed in. Finally he felt it and grinned back at Ethan. The exhilaration of having his bare cock fucking the neg hole sent him over the edge. He grunted and yelled out as he laid forward onto David’s back as his hips bucked into David’s ass, each time pumping another diseased rope of cum inside. He was panting hard and finally said “Sorry, dude. I couldn’t pull out. It just came too fast.” Max knew that there was no way they were going to be able to explain the amount of cum that they had dumped inside the neg swimmer’s ass. He slowly pulled his cock out and said “Oh, shit.” “What?” asked David. “Uh… the condom broke” replied Max. “Huh? You mean you just dumped a poz load into me?” David asked with panic in his voice. “Yeah, dude. I’m really sorry” Max said. “Oh fuck!” David repeated over and over. He quickly got up and threw his shorts on and grabbed his underwear, shirt and shoes and went running out the door.

I had secretly fantasized about getting charged up. I'm a bareback bottom , love to get fucked, and having a guy breed my hole. The idea of having a hot guy fuck me and blow his dirty seed in all in my ass had inspired many spank marathons. I'm sure that I have taken a poz load before not knowing the status of whoever was fucking me or really even caring for that matter. I had never knowingly let a guy that was pozfuck me. One night I was cruising all the slut sites looking for other bareback guys to play with when this really hot guy messaged me. He said that he had read in my profile that I liked to go bare and that I was a btm. He told me that he was looking for a hole to use for the evening. That got my attention I had never been submissive and must admit it had been another fantasy of mine to completely give up control. He asked me if I was into pnp and I told him that I do party sometimes. We chatted a little while with the standard Q&A, u know how big, what position, where to cum. Then I asked poz/neg? He responded with poz. I told him that I was neg. To which he responded "u want to get a charged load n u tonight?" I was shocked and very turned on, I asked him if he fucked neg guys bareback. He told me he did all the time and that he even hosted several conversion partys. I wasn't familiar with the term, he explained that a conversion party was were a group of poz tops get together and breed a neg guy. The sole reason purpose was to spread dirty seed, and infect the neg btm. Before I could answer he asked me if I liked to pnp. I told him that I did, but I didn't have any party supplies. He said that if I wanted I could come over to his place and get ass fucked and get high. He asked me if I had ever slammed, I told him that I had been slammed before but I was terrified of needles. "I'm very good at slamming others" he returned. Should I go? The thought of getting slammed and pounded was so tempting but was I ready to take that step towards becoming poz? "I might ass well" I responded. He gave me directions and I was on my way. When I got to his house we sat and talked a while. He told me that he was going to enjoy planting his dirty seed in me, then asked me if I liked groups. I told him yes and he said good that he would get us slammed then have a few of his top buddies stop by and load my ass. He told me that I was going be a cum dump for him and his friends. I asked him if the guys were poz or neg he told me that they were poz. This made my dick begin to grow. He got the slam ready and did me first. When he released the belt on my arm I could feel the rush hit me instantly. Then came the cough. It was very strong. He did himself and sat down on the bed next to me. I started sucking his dick while I was taking off my clothes. He stood up bent me over the side of the bed, lubed my hole up with some elbow grease that was laying on the bed, and shoved his dick all the way in. Normally this would have brought tears to my eyes and a fist to his face, but it didn't even really hurt, I guess I was so high that I couldn't feel it. It wasn't long before he started to pound really hard and said he was about to cum. He stopped and pulled out and made me tell him that I wanted his seed. Which I told him. He managed to get his dick back inside me, and with a few hard thrust he unloaded in my hole. He walked out of the room and told me to stay put. When he returned he had a collar and some restraints, which he fastened on my wrist, ankles, and neck. Then I followed him into another room, it was a play room, with a sling, TV playing porn, fuck bench, some toys and lube and a computer set up with a web cam. He helped me into the sling and hooked the restraints to the chain supports. Then started to cruise the sex sites for tops to come and try out my hole. In no time 15 or 20 mins. there were three guys in line to blow their load in tight hole, and five more on the way. I realized that I had just came to this guy's house let him drop a charged load n me and now was going to be a cum dump for whoever accepted his invitation, and I hadn't even gotten my benefactor's name. He walked over to the sling and let me know that the web cam was on and I was going to be used all weekend. There must have been ten or more guys that had charged my ass with dirty seed before the slam started to fade away. He could tell that I was beginning to come down and he mixed up a booty bump and told me to get on the floor face down with my ass in the air, as he unlocked the restraints. Once I was on the floor he inserted the booty bump and told me to squeeze my ass tight so that the booty bump and all the spunk wouldn't drip out. As I started to feel my stomach cramp up from the booty bump he dressed me and told me that we were going to the baths and that I was going to take all loads. He rented one of the sling rooms and told me to get into the sling as he mixed up another booty bump. I secured the restraints myself, all but one arm. He came over secured the last arm and started to insert another booty bump. I told him that I was okay for now. To this he responded by placing a ball gag n my mouth and continued with my booty bump. It had only been about twenty minutes since the last one. Now I was so high that I couldn't focus or see straight. He began to fuck me again, telling my how sloppy my hole was and that when he had fucked me the first time that he had ripped me. He said that he knew because when he pulled out there was blood all over his dick. He said that was a good thing, it would make it easier to ensure that my neg status was gone for good. Then he told me that he had used a .4 needle for my slam and that when he slammed me, there was still a good bit of his poison blood in it, and now it was running thru my veins. He must have been fucking me for at least an hour, not that I was complaining. My ass was so hungry from the booty bumps that the only thing I could think about was getting more dick. He shot another death load in me then opened the door and walked away. It was a few mins before the first guy walked in and began to get his dick hard so that he could fuck me. He was a much older man probably 55 or 60 but he had a huge cock. He came after about five mins of fucking, wiped his dick off and left. I didn't realize that there was a group of four guys waiting, they took turns one after the other all loading my eager ass. A while later my friend returned, closed the door and mixed up a huge booty bump. He squeezed it into my hole and for good measure he pushed a large rock of meth up my ass with his finger. He massaged it until it was completely dissolved. Then he removed the ball gag and asked me how I was doing. I was so high I couldn't hardly answer but I managed to say that I was feeling a little dizzy and hot. He gave me a bottle of water and told me to drink it all as he unlocked the restraints. I drank the water and instantly began to feel better. He said that he had to leave to do something but that he would be back. Then he told me that he had left a message on the all the dry erase boards saying there was a "eager ass in the sling room taking all loads POZ IS A PLUS" as he left. I knew that I should probably get up and leave but the meth was starting to take effect. So I waited. It wasn't long before a line began to form, I eagerly took every load that was offered. I'm not sure how long I was there in the sling room or how many guys filled my hole with their juice. When I finally started to come down from the meth climbed out of the sling, put on my clothes, and left the bath house. I felt so trashy when I walked into the day light, like everyone knew what I had just done. Not to mention that there was a wet place on the ass of my jeans where some of the spunk had slipped out of my now opened hole. It has been a few months since that happened so I'm not sure what my status is but I did feel like I had the flu about 2 or 3 weeks after it happened. [For the record - be really careful about drug use guys. Drug use can definitely kill you and while a few can manage their drug use, many others can't and you never know which camp you'll be in... Plus, real sluts don't need drugs to be slutty...]

As I wait for my next 'client', I think about how I ended up here: waiting on a bed in a 20 dollar hotel for whatever guy to whom he’s sold my cunt. I can see his sadistic grin in my head when he told me “Tomorrow’s client is a gonna be a doozy. Get some rest.” I guess you could say that this is all my fault. If I just hadn’t been so uppity. I guess I should go back to the first time. I had just turned 18, just graduated high school. I’m a blue-eyed, brown haired jock with a baseball player’s body that is naturally smooth. About 5’10” and 160 pounds of shredded muscle, thick legs, meaty pecs and arms, and an eight pack. I had been hitting the gym since middle school and still do because I really like sports. I was really excited about going to college in the fall; the only downside being that I would be away from my girlfriend. My girlfriend was hot! Captain of the cheerleading squad, tiny little waist, and 36Cs - just perfect. Anyway, I had lived with my Dad since I was about 8. My mom and he divorced and she had issues, so my Dad got me. We had always gotten along until my senior year in high school. We always fought about one thing or the other, and there was also something odd in his attitude toward me. I couldn’t figure it out. Well, until that day. My Dad and I had just had a fight a week earlier where I went off on this whole tirade about how I was 18 now and I was a man and he needed to treat as such. We went round and round, but I always came back to that same phrase – “I’m a man now! Just like you!” Boy, I wish I hadn’t said that. Well, the next Saturday, my Dad asked me if I would drop off a letter and duffel bag to one of his friends on my way to the gym. “All you have to do is take this over to his house, and he’ll give you something in return to bring back,” my Dad said. I told him I would, and as he handed me the duffel bag and letter, he had the sadistic grin I’ve learned to distrust, and he said, “Thanks, son, I really appreciate it.” I had no idea what I was heading into as I found the address on the envelop and typed it into my iPhone. Dressed in gym shorts and a tank top, I headed out the door and drove to my Dad's friend's house, which I found easily enough. Grabbing the duffel bag, I headed up to the door, rang the bell and a guy about my Dad’s age answered the door a few seconds later. He was about 6’ tall, salt and pepper hair, and green eyes. He was thick - not fat, but definitely not skinny, and not a muscle guy. Just thick and masculine. He wore some sweat pants and a sleeveless shirt that hung open, showing his hairy torso. He had clearly been doing some lawn work. I introduced myself saying “Hi, I’m Gary’s son. He told me to drop this off to you, and that you would have something for me.” The guy looked somewhat puzzled, repeating my line "“He said I would have something for you?” With that, he accepted the duffel bag and envelope, and opened up the letter and began scanning it, saying at the same time, “He told me he was sending you over to drop off some money he owed me, but he didn’t say anything about a—“ He abruptly stopped talking, clearly taken off guard by something he read in the letter. I just stood in the doorway and watched him, not exactly sure what was going on. He went over to the duffel bag that he had left on the counter and unzipped it, looked inside, and then looked back at me with a grin not unlike my father’s. He kind of sauntered over to me, nodding his head, and sizing me up. He clicked his tongue a few times as he closed the door behind me. I looked up at him, “Is everything alright? I need to get to the gym. You have something for my Dad or what?” “You’re not going to the gym today.” “What do you mean? Yes, I am!” I snapped back. “Do me a favor,” he baited. “Go look in that duffel bag.” I was confused, but wanted to put an end to this cryptic behavior. I walked over to the duffel bag, putting my Dad’s friend between myself and the door. I lifted the flap and almost pissed myself when I saw a bunch of sex toys of varying sizes and shapes. I was so stunned that I didn’t even notice my father’s buddy had come up behind me. His beefy arms hugged me forcefully from behind and I felt his scruff run like sandpaper over my ear as he whispered, “Those are going inside of you, boy.” Within one or two seconds of struggling, I knew that this guy had easily overpowered me, and so all I could muster was, “What the fuck are you talking about?” “I’m talking about you being my cock socket for the afternoon,” he said and then licked up the side of my neck. It disgusted me, but it felt good, and I was even more confused. “Your Dad owes me money, and he’s paying with your holes.” And with that, one of his calloused hands went under my tank top and took my right nipple between its index finger and thumb and began rolling it around. I had never had my nips played with like that before, and I was overwhelmed by how good it felt. My cock started to stir, and I didn’t know what to do. “Just like a bitch to like her nips pinched,” he said and he tossed me toward the back of the couch. “Dude, I don’t know what’s going on, but I can’t do this, I’m straight,” I pleaded, perhaps just to remind myself. “Somehow, I doubt that,” he laughed. I started to get pissed, “I have a girlfriend!” “Oh, I’ve heard about your girlfriend, and that doesn’t prove shit. Listen, I’m owed a debt and I plan on collecting.” “Listen, if my Dad owes you money, he’ll pay you. This is just a misunderstanding, you don’t have to take it out on me.” The guy just laughed at me as he approached me with the letter that I had brought over. “There’s no misunderstanding. I’m not taking anything out on you. This is your father’s idea.” I couldn’t believe what he said. “You’re lying! My father would never do that!” “Oh really?” He grabbed me hard, tossing the letter on the couch. There was nothing he would do to me that I could fight. He was just too big, too aggressive, too manly. He spun me around, locking one hand around my throat and thrusting the other hand down the back of my shorts. He was obviously pleased that I was wearing a jock strap (I WAS planning on going to the gym), and explored my hairless cheeks and hole, not pushing in yet. Once again, my dick jumped. Without warning he forcefully bent me over the back of the couch so my face was in the cushions and pulled my shorts down to my ankles. “Read the fucking letter bitch boy while I eat your cunt.” And with that, he cupped a butt cheek in each of his hands, spreading my ass, and for the first time (but not the last) I felt a mouth lick, suck, and slurp at my smooth pink asshole. I had to get my bearings before I could read the letter. I mean, all these feelings were washing over my body. His mouth felt sensational but I was repulsed by the thought of being with another man, but it felt like the natural order of things to be submitting to this bigger, more manly guy. His tongue plunged into my ass and at first, my pucker would tighten around his tongue, not use to this slimy invasion. But soon, I was pushing out, trying to wrap more of my insides around his talented tongue. All of a sudden, he spit on my right ass cheek, rubbed it around, and open palm smacked my ass, “I said read the fucking letter, faggot!” Fuck, my ass stung! I howled out and whimpered, but what started as a stirring with my nipples getting tweaked turned instantly into a full-fledged boner. I forced myself to focus on the letter in front of my face. It read: Hey Buddy, I know I owe you $20 from that pool game the other night, but frankly, I just don’t feel like paying it. But I do want to make good on my debt so I’m giving you my son for the afternoon. I know how you lean, and I want you to teach him a lesson. He’s gotten pretty fucking lippy with me going on and on about how he’s a man now and wants to be treated like such. He’s a little priss-ass queer and you’re the guy to treat him the way a little faggot boy needs to be treated. Put him in his place. You can start by letting him read this letter…it’s time he learn some things. First of all, I want you to use the toys in this gym bag on him. I want his hole stretched and stretched good. I have more plans for using this little bitch. Feel free to spit on him, slap him, piss on him or in him, humiliate him…and yes, fuck him anyway you want. Fuck him raw and send him home with at least one big load of cum in him. I’m aware of what that means, and yes, I’m sure. Make sure he keeps it in his ass because when he gets home, I’m going to scoop it out and feed it to him. He can consider that the final exam to this lesson. Make sure you keep him there until at least 5 since I’ll be fucking his girlfriend at our house until about 4:30. She’s a hot piece of ass, and I’ve been fucking her for almost a year now. That’s how I found out what a little pencil-dicked bitch he is. I felt guilty when I started fucking her a year ago until I found out what a lame fuck my son was. He’s never once gotten her off and he won’t even eat her out. That reminds me, make sure you make him eat your ass so he gets over that hang up. The point is, I knew he had to be a faggot if he couldn’t fuck this hot little cheerleader good…so disappointed in him. So I stepped in and took care of her. You and I will have to tag team her sometime, but I’ll make you use a condom on her. Or who knows, maybe not. Maybe we can both get her pregnant. Okay, so have fun, man! Use his mouth and ass as if they were pussies that needed your babies. Return him to me broken in and with no doubt in his mind that his purpose in life is to be dominated by real men. Put him in his place, and I’ll be sure to keep him there. Oh, and if he resists at all, remind him that he either submits to you or he can kiss college goodbye, and he’ll be slinging fries at a McDonald’s for the rest of his life. See you at the pool table, Gary As I finished reading, I was torn between the tears streaming down my face and the saliva running down my balls. This stranger’s mouth and tongue were making my ass feel better than it’s ever felt, but the information that I had just been bombarded with tore my heart out. Images of my girlfriend screaming in orgasm on my father’s cock flooded my brain and I wanted to bawl, but then the tongue behind me would push through my outer ring again and I would moan uncontrollably. Suddenly, he stopped and stood up. I looked back over my shoulder at him, my eyes red from crying. He smirked, “I see you finished reading it.” I nodded. “You know what’s next, right?” he asked. I shook my head no. “I break you in. And break you, I will.” Part II coming soon.

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

The Glastonbury Swim Team 1. Drake’s Wet I was accepted on a swimming scholarship to a small, picturesque New England college. Any story that begins: I was accepted on a swimming scholarship to a small, picturesque New England college, you just know at some point is going to turn into some Stephen King, fifty shades of crazy, tale of terror. Well, this one’s no exception, just not in a Stephen King sort of way. Banana pajama pants crazy, yes, but not a horror story, well, whore story, yeah, that’d be about right. I’m Kyle Dupree. Hi. How are you? My stats, to start, because that’s what I had to fill out on my college application: nineteen (I was held back one year before they diagnosed me with ADHD because it’s hard for me to pay attention for any long stretches of time, but I’m not dumb, quite the opposite), five ten, one forty-five. “Beanpole,” Jacob calls me. Jacob’s one of the quicker wits in our trailer park. He’s dating my mom and he’s nice enough to her, so there’s that. Hair: brown, short, spikey. Eyes: yes, I have them. Okay, my mom says they’re the color of freshly cooked maple. What she means is that they’re amber brown with little specks of gold in the right light. Nationality: you want them all? Alright, application sez: Native American, Belgian, Polish, German, Dutch, English and French Canadian. In other words a garden variety New England mutt. I put them in that order since I thought I’d have a better chance at getting a scholarship. I was right. If you want to know the truth, though, I should’ve put them in the exact reverse order, because I’m mostly French Canadian, eh, but if it’s good enough for Elizabeth Warren (the Abenaki people in my case—and I am damn proud of that, one sixteenth proud) it’s good enough for me. For those of you taking notes for a guaranteed A+ History paper (and you should), the indigenous Abenaki people covered a huge swath of Vermont, New Hampshire and Maine and have been here for like twelve thousand years. The one tattoo I have is a dream catcher, that was before everyone and their lesbian sister got one. But mine was one of the first. I got it from Dash, who’s this old biker dude who lives in the second trailer from the park entrance, three down from our double-wide, at his kitchen table. I bartered for it, smoked some clouds with him, then let him diddle me on his couch before he picked up his tattoo gun and went at my ribcage in his kitchen. He’d been giving me blow jobs since I can’t remember, but this once I let him finger my hole while he sucked my dick, which the way he did it felt weird—like in, out, in, out, real fast—but still kinda felt good, but I’d rather it wasn’t Dash, but I let him do me anyway like that till I spurted in his craggily-face mouth of his. Other stats that weren’t on my application—because if you’re any kind of perv like me you’d want to know: seven and a half inches, uncut, smooth but with dark hairy legs, swimmer’s build (obviously) and short black pubes that I clip, dark wispy pits, and a little bit of dark peach fuzz on my tailbone that eases down the road between two perfectly shaped round, white boulders. See, I knew you’d want to know. So anyway, like I was saying, Dash got up to his second knuckle of his middle finger in my butthole. I acted like that was crazy deep, but I’d taken big cucumbers way deeper than that since dinosaurs roamed, I just didn’t tell him. Or anyone else, like when mom, Jacob and I were eating our dinner salad with a freshly sliced aforementioned cucumber. Washed, of course. My mom’s a nurse at the county hospital so there were a lot of anatomy books around the house when I was growing up, and I was a curious kid. I was fascinated by the human body, mine and others. Most of the kids in Cozy Meadows, our little trailer park in the sticks, weren’t allowed to play with me after a certain age because I not only played doctor with them, I played specialist: urologist, gynecologist, proctologist, you name it, I became an expert in the field. I didn’t really care that I was shunned in Cozy Meadows. I’d seen what I wanted to see, felt what I wanted to touch. I moved on. Cozy Meadows was close to this lake and for most of the year I’d swim endlessly, taking Waldo, our family’s chocolate lab, with me. He and I would swim across the lake to the side where all these older men used to hang out, sunning naked on a pebbly beach. Waldo was both a good way to break the ice with these old guys—never was any younger guys my age—and at the same time, if I didn’t want to talk to one of them, Waldo kinda sense it and would give a low grumble, and they’d high tailed it. So anyway, I got to know a fair number of these men, and them me. I was technically a virgin when I left home, technically—I liked getting my dick sucked and I didn’t mind returning the favor, but I didn’t like anyone touching my butthole. That was my domain. Dash was probably the only human that had gotten finger deep. Cucumbers and zucchinis fared much better. The school where I got my swimming scholarship was about two hours away from us. Jacob, who lived at the end of the cul-de-sac but was always at our house, drove me in his old rusty red Ford pickup, Waldo in the back with my one suitcase, and my mom scrunched between me and the gear shift. It’s a hot day as we drive down out of the mountains to the flatlands; the temperature rises another ten degrees by the time we hit the college town. Mom’s trying not to cry. Close to the school we pass a circus setting up in a grocery store parking lot. “Look, honey,” she says to me, “a carnival,” but she loses it when we pass through the school gates, and her misty-eyes turn to real silent tears. I get out of the truck in front of my dorm and grab my suitcase. Waldo tries to get out of the truck but I push him back behind the tailgate. He just looks at me and doesn’t know why he can’t go with me. I give him a big hug, my mom, too, and shake Jacob’s hand but, at the last minute, he pulls me in and gives me a big ol’ Jacob bear hug. And then they drive off, exhaust spewing black smoke out the tailpipe, Waldo shouting out barks from the back of the rusty Ford. My forehead’s sweating from the late summer day, and I look up at Hannaford Hall, this six-story, ugly beige cinderblock monstrosity, and spot the top floor where I’ll be living for the next school year. I almost didn’t get in at the start of the school year because I’m a fuckup when it comes to paperwork and deadlines, and rules in general. I was supposed to get some meningitis shot but I forgot, but my mom pulled strings at work and got me a shot the week school started. I got the form filled but I missed all that first days orientation shit. ‘Plunge into the deep end and see if you come up’ has always been my way. I was already in trouble with the coach because the swim team warmups started a week before school did. Anyway, I’m used to being a fuck up and feel like I’m always in trouble anyway, so what the fuck. They weren’t going to take away the scholarship from me. The only sticking point was that I had to try out for a slot on the water polo team. Swim season was in the spring, water polo in the fall. I didn’t know from fuck what water polo was. Sound ritzy, Jacob said at dinner while I was looking over my financial papers, doubt it’s a game for folks like us. Anyway, across the street there’s a nicer dorm. Hannaford Hall looks like some backwoods bunker hospital but Avery Beckwith Hall looks like something that exploded out of an architect’s brain. All angles of metal and glass, overhanging study rooms, electric sliding glass doors. Everyone there, I read in the school’s brochure, lives in five bedroom suites, but it was for the richer kids. Lot of them had their own room. Then there were the townhouses down the road at the school’s gates, but they were for upper classmen. Some of them housed twenty-one year-olds so they could legally have alcohol, but what did I care, I had a jar of gen-u-ine Micky-G’s moonshine in an old glass jar that Micky-G had given me himself as a going-away-to-college present; and some mighty pure crystal from Dash, the biker-tattoo artist, my finger-pumping mentor; and homegrown weed from Jasper, who was Jacob’s younger brother that lived in the backwoods in an honest-to-god teepee and farmed the best pot around, well, good for Vermont I guess. His farm was patrolled by these fuckin’ huge-ass geese who were nasty motherfuckers if they didn’t know you. Even if they did know you, you always had to keep your eye on where they were. Both Waldo and I more than once had them sneak up on us. Getting goosed by a goose is not my idea of fun. Anyway, he gave me a nice supply of his best buds. And then while I was packing, Jacob slipped me a carton of reds, which was very cool of him, ‘cause I know he’d catch grief if my mom found out. I told you she was a nurse. And me on a swimming scholarship. But that’s Cozy Meadows in a nutshell. We don’t think too much about the future. We concentrate on the pleasures of the now. So I walk in the entrance, push aside these heavy-ass metal glass doors, and inside it’s really air-conditioned cool. There’s this guy with a name tag that says Raf, a good-looking dark-skinned guy, who checks out my paperwork, sees I’m on a swim scholarship like him. He gives me a swipe card for the door, a crooked smile, and tells me I’m on the top floor with a guy name Drake Chadwick. We get to talking and I find out Raf’s the goalkeeper on the water polo team and a R.A., which means resident assistant, meaning free board and room. He’s like a concierge, he says. I tell him I have no fuckin’ clue to what that is. He says if I want something just ask. Cool. He’s a junior, polysci major. I tell him I’m a freshman, majoring in English I think. He says most of the swim team are sophomores, and live across at Avery Beckwith Hall. A couple juniors and seniors live together in one of the townhouses. He says he’ll introduce me to some of the team at dinner. Raf has a funny way of talking, like English is his second language or something. Well, it’s time for me to go up and meet ol’ Drake Chadwick. Raf and I shake hands, and I go up in the elevator. But I got to tell you, I get kinda nervous in elevators. I’m not used to them, see. You’re in this tiny cage and that kind of freaks me out. So my hearts beating, and six dings later I’m on my floor. The hallway’s hot and stuffy. I’m holding my swipe card in my sweaty palm walking down the hall looking for 6G. It’s at the end of the hall and I put in my card and it clicks and I push open the door, and there’s Mr. Drake Chadwick on his bed, holding a Maxim in one hand and jacking his big banana cock in the other. Just as I come in he’s spitting a huge load of dick juice all over his magazine and himself. He tries to stifle a fuck! then flails around with his jeans down around his ankles trying to get them up, struggling to not look like a spaz, but I’m sorry, it’s funny, and I start laughing hysterically. He has this totally embarrassed, humiliated look on his face, sees it’s hopeless to remedy the situation, and rolls over to his side hiding his face against the cinderblock wall and kinda starts groaning, pained, but chuckling. I close the door so no one else sees this, and I stand there admiring his perfect, white bubble butt that’s on its side jiggling in an embarrassed snigger. A nice light brown fuzz of butt hair outlines these two muscly white, perfect cannonballs. He can’t look over at me yet. He’s just staying there, tucked to the wall. He reaches up and takes his pillow and pulls it over his head. I find that I am suddenly in love with good ol’ Drake Chadwick. I want to go over and either kiss that big round ass of his or smack it. Maybe I’ll do both. All I know is I want it, wanna stick my tongue in letting it butterfly between his fuzzy crack, but I feel introductions are necessary first. “I’m Kyle,” I tell him, “and you must be Drake. My friend Jacob says you never get a second chance to make a first impression. And I gotta say, dude,” I tell him while I’m setting my suitcase on the empty bed, “you have made one hell of a first impression. Can’t think how to top it.” He finally flips over giving me another sight of his big wanger and low hangers, struggling to get his underwear over his still hard cock and Donkey Kong balls, carefully zipping up his fly so he doesn’t catch himself. Man, the bulge is still showing through his khaki shorts, I see. That eggplant ain’t going nowhere anytime soon. He sits up in bed, pulls down his black Mario Brothers t-shirt over his chest, which was pulled up while he was whacking. Sitting on the bed’s edge, I realize what a beefcake ol’ Drake Chadwick is. He’s this very pretty, very big boy, six foot something hunched on his bed, big feet wiggling in flip-flops, innocent looking face, wide lips breaking into a shy smile, a mop of golden brown hair, with large fluffy brows arching up asking for forgiveness or at least understanding. Come to the wrong place, bub. He’s got this cuddly teddy bear face that should have little black buttons for eyes but instead are dark chocolate brown, and cheeks that are all ruddy red like he’s been crying or just ran a marathon. I go over to extend my hand and he extends his. He doesn’t see it yet, but there’s a jiggling pool of cum slopped on the crook between his thumb and forefinger. I grab his fist and tightly embrace it. I bring that crook up to my mouth, angling it so he sees his wad’s just about to drip off the side. I stick out my tongue, let the spooge fall in, and audibly slurp it up. Two can play at first impressions. *** Drake tells me on the way to the cafeteria that he’s a second year. He worked all summer but didn’t have the bucks to afford Avery Beckwith with the other guys. Besides, he says, he’s found of cinderblock. I meet most of team already sitting around the table in the cafeteria as Drake and I bring our food trays over. Raf’s there eating a heaping of vegetables and rice, while everyone else is either scarfing down Sloppy Joes or cheeseburgers. Drake makes introductions around the table as we settle in: Kenworth Paxton (head nod), Marlon Reznor (head nod), Tommy Durkheim—“hi,” he squeaks—Trent van der Haus—“just House,” House says, reaching over the table to shake—and Steve Reynold. Steve Reynolds looks up from his phone for a nanosecond and then goes back down. I say, hey, to the table. I’ve already forgotten their names. “So, Dupree, you-you-you trying out for water polo to-to-to-tomorrow?” Paxton stutters horribly next to me. He’s blondish, my size, wide shoulders, prominent chin, and has three deep nasty looking scars on his left cheek. He blinks his eyes forcefully to get out a whole sentence. “Yeah,” I tell him. “Don’t know if water polo is my game, but I’m a fast swimmer.” Then this Marlon Reznor guy, who has a scruffy little chin beard, says with a heavy southern drawl that’s so thick it’s almost comical, “What’s y’alls event?” Reznor’s a little shorter than me, bulkier, and like Paxton, has sandy blond hair. In fact, everyone at the table except for Raf and Drake is somewhere on the blond spectrum. Aside from Raf, I’m by far the darkest at the table, then Drake, and then you could easily confuse Paxton, Reznor, Durkheim, House, and Reynolds as all being the same guy: all blondish hair, broad shoulders, high cheekbones, straight pearly teeth, tan, and privileged. Raf hasn’t said a word. He just sits quietly eating his veggies, studying all the blonds, quizzically. Looks at me that way, too. I can’t tell if he’s like Middle Eastern or Black; could be both. He’s got extremely buzzed black hair, big brown eyes, a broad nose with flaring nostrils, and thick dark lips that occasionally flash an absurdist’s smile when he thinks no one is looking. He’s around the same size as everyone around the table but has huge hands, whose fingers reach out and twirl the straw in his ice tea. “Dunno what my event is. Coach’ll have to tell me.” I chow down on my first burger. “No pool where I come from. School was a one room deal and that was it,” I say chewing at Reznor. He and Paxton look at me kinda pitifully, which pisses me off, but I just grin, gnawing some curly fries on my molars. “Hey, it was great. I had the same teacher, Mrs. Duckworth, from kindergarten to twelfth grade.” My teacher’s name makes the guys laugh, but it doesn’t faze me. “There was a lake I swam in, but we also had this quarry where this stoner guy, Jasper, taught me diving from off the cliffs.” I gobble down a few more curly fries. “First time I tried out for anything was here at this college. My mom’s boyfriend pushed me and I said why not. Coach said I was a natural but needed a lot of training. But what do I know?” I say and finish my first of three burger. I see Steve Reynolds, who’s in shorts and wearing a Glastonbury College sweatshirt, its hoodie pulled over his head, text something in his phone, and then a second later Reznor’s reading something on his. Reznor types something back. They both exchange a sly grin. Jerks. Suddenly there’s two large hand clasping my shoulders, giving them a tight squeeze. “How you men getting along?” Speaking of coach, Coach Brandon had snuck up behind me, the one who said I was a natural, and was kneading my taut shoulders muscles, quizzing the table. “These knuckleheads giving you a hard time?’ They all snicker. “Nah,” I say back over my shoulder, picking up a couple of fries and scarfing them down. “Just the usual poking and seeing what’s under my skirt.” I gotta tell you, I’m trying to act as casual as I can, but coach rubbing my shoulders like this is giving my pecker a little stir, especially when I look up in his face. He looks around forty, has on a tight fitting blue sweater, hugging these enormous pecs and massive shoulders. The sweater’s color sets off his fluorescent blue eyes. He’s bigger and fitter than any of these bozos, still has a slim waist, salt and pepper hair, big blue eyes—I guess I said that—he could like be the dad of any of these guys. Well, I guess not Raf. Well, on second thought, seeing as how they both share this same lopsided smile, maybe they could be related. Raf brightens when he sees coach. “Kyle was schooled in a one-room schoolhouse, just like I was," Raf informs coach. I look at Raf surprised. “Yeah?” I say. “Where?” “Botswana.” I’m taken aback. I’ve never met anyone from another country, and I have no idea where Botswana is. “A little game reserve on the Kalahari Desert,” he says. “An area called Deception Valley.” “Deception Valley, eh? No shit? I love it,” I say sipping my diet coke. Coach is still hanging onto my shoulders. If he doesn’t stop massaging me soon I’m not responsible for the stiffy percolating in my jeans. “Hey, Rafiki,” Reznor says, “y’all went to a little red schoolhouse like Dupree?” The others giggle. I interject, “Well, mine was actually a little brown schoolhouse.” “Mine was a brown grass hut,” Raf retorts. We exchange conspirator’s smiles. “A game reserve. For real, Raf?” Drake says. “I knew about Botswana, but I didn’t know about the game reserve.” “Yes. I grew up with families of giraffes, and cheetahs, prides of lions,” says Raf. He looks pointedly at Reznor. “Jackals.” The guys all laugh. Reznor puts on a sarcastic sneer. “Hyenas, too, I bet.” He looks at the guys who were laughing and are now back chewing their burgers. “Play nice, men,” Coach Brandon scolds. “Listen: I want you to hit the sack early tonight. Seven a.m. tryouts tomorrow and I want you all locked and loaded when you arrive. Got it?” He looks around the table meaningfully. “Locked and loaded.” All the guys look down guilty-like for no reason I can make out. They all nod sheepishly. I glance up at coach who gives me a wink, and he’s off. Swear to God, he packs a lot in one wink. I sip to the bottom of my soda until it makes a loud empty gurgle. I ask the guys, “So what’s he mean by ‘locked and loaded’?” There’s a long pause, until Tommy Durkheim, the youngest of the group, peeps, “We all have to wear these…” “If you make the cut,” interrupts Trent van der Haus, taunting in his rich baritone, “you’ll find out soon enough. But you got to make the cut first, Dupree.” He’s the blondest on the table’s spectrum. His green eyes sparkle like a cat’s. The guys all look at each other covertly. “O-kay,” I say nonplussed, curious but not willing to show it. I look to Drake and Raj for their input, but they’ve clammed up too. “I’m getting another diet soda. Anyone else want a refill.” There’s a cloud over the table now. “O-kay then, just one diet coke.” I get up. Tommy breaks the silence. “Diet cokes makes you gay,” he says looking up quickly at me, then back down at the table. I guess I’m looking at him quizzically, because he adds quickly, “That’s what Reznor says.” Renzor rolls his eyes. “I didn’t say diet coke makes you gay, dick-wipe. I said it makes y’all look gay.” “Hmm,” I say considering the statement while I scan the table nodding my head. Tommy’s studying something interesting in the catsup on his plate. Renzor looking at me challengingly. Paxton and van der Haus are looking at me expectantly. Steve Reynolds head’s down under his hoodie, texting away. Raf’s sitting back stirring his tea with his straw. Drake is caught mid-chew, and has one eyebrow raised at me. “’Funny,” I finally say, “‘cause I was gay a long time before I drank my first diet coke.” Steve Reynolds stops texting and looks up. I leave the silent table behind for the soda machine. When I get back everyone’s gone. I’m not too surprised. I slurp on my soda playing with a second plate of fries. I scan the almost-empty cafeteria. There’s some overweight girls with multi-colored hair in one of the booths, each one quietly texting on their phones. A few tables away, two nerdy guys in matching black-rimmed glasses stare and occasionally type into their laptops. The older lady cafeteria workers in hairnets and white smocks are clearing salt and pepper shakers, refilling napkin dispensers, and wiping down tables. Some of the lights around the serving trays are being switched off. It’s quiet except for the steely stream of cold air coming out of the AC vents, and an occasional “oh my god” coming from the booth of multi-colored hair girls. I take out my flip phone, the one my mom gave me today as a present. I bring up the only number I have stored besides hers and Jacob’s. u there? I type. I get back, yes. I think about Jasper, the goose guy. I think about his weed in my suitcase. 420? I type. There’s a pause, then yes pops on the screen along with a smiley face. I’m a little sad, this being my first night not living at home anymore. Knowing Waldo won’t be sleeping on my bed. A little scared, too, if you want to know the goddamn truth. But the biggest thing, more than anything else I’m feeling? I’m very, very horney. I type in: can i suck ur dick? There’s a really long pause. I’m waiting, finishing my drink. One of the nerds at the other table closes his laptop and reaches across the table for the other nerd’s hand. They clasp hands as an old red-headed cafeteria lady reaches over them and grabs their napkin dispenser. Finally Drake Chadwick, the third number in my contact list, texts me back: f i cn suck u2. *** Micky-G’s moonshine in a canning jar sits between me and Drake out on the lawn behind the library half finished. When I got back up to the dorm it was way too hot to stay in the un-air-conditioned room. The fan did nothing but blow around hot humid air. Avery Beckwith Hall has AC, as do the townhouses, but not good ol’ Hanniford Hall. So I take my reefer, my pipe, Mickey-G’s canning jar, and my roommate, and we traipse down behind the library. It’s dark and the entire night sky is spread out above us. It’s cloudless and there’s no moon, so we have billions of blinking lights outlining our dark shapes. I warn Drake that you don’t need much of Micky-G’s to get a buzz going. And you’ll definitely hurl if you drink too much. And here, take a hit of Jasper’s herb. You get a good balance between the two of them. I don’t think Drake is that familiar with either weed or hooch ‘cause he’s only taking small hits, imbibing on both minimally, and looks, in the dim light, pretty unstable. Me, too, but it’s not my first rodeo, muchacho—hooch, herb, or hombre. Drake falls back taking in the sky and pointing at small shooting stars along the horizon, wordless. I see them too, but it’s him I’m admiring. The enhancements help, but right now, looking at his silhouette, his long nose, the rise and fall of his chest, his sharp chin jutting into the shadowy outline of the Juniper bush, he’s the enhancement I want. I’m horney and happy and nicely roasted. I lean over and kiss him. He’s startled but not unwilling. He’s melting into the grass with me leaning over his face. I sense he’s never had another man kiss him before and, curiously, he draws his finger over the stubble of my nine o’clock shadow. For such a big hunk, his face is soft, smooth, his lips downy. I pass my tongue through his lips and he’s awash in a dreamy, smoldering passion. He’s warm and responsive to everything I’m doing to him. I reach up under his black t-shirt and feel his strong, smooth chest, his racing heart, stroke through the damp hair under his pits. I smell him. He’s between the musk of a freshly run mile and freshly laundered clothes. He’s the good son still, I can tell, but with every kiss, parts of his younger, innocent self wash away. I undo his shorts and slide them down to his knees, then pull down his checkered boxers. He tells me the grass is cold. Only for a minute, I say, and go down on his very hard cock. I can tell I could get him off in a few seconds if I really went at him, but I want it to last and just trace my tongue along his shaft, licking, outlining, every now and then wrapping my lips around his knob, pulling down his foreskin, swirling over his head, tasting bits of smegma buried deep in the bottom of his ridges. I have a white flake on my tongue and kiss him with it. If he wasn’t high he might have been revolted, but like me, in our ardor, it’s something that turns us both on. He’s into it and is clamoring to get into my jeans. I let him. All he has to do is unsnap a few buttons and he’s in. I’m good and stoned, and, yeah, the grass is cold, dewy, and the individual blades of grass astonish my tickled crack, but not more than the feeling of Drake’s hand running over my erection. This boy is good and goes straight in for the killshot, almost making me cum the first time he goes full-Nelson on my pecker. He peels the skin down my shaft, exposing my head. I have a lot more foreskin than he does, and he’s much cleaner than I. I’m trash and I know it and I revel in it. But I’ve a mom that’s a nurse and she’s reined me in. Mostly. His first taste of dick cheese, if I’d had my way, would have packed a lot more punch, but since he’s this great big one-eighty pound virgin, I guess he’s better off with just a hint of rankness. Anyway, we slip into a sixty-nine and he’s dripping and oozing like he needs a plumber and I’m there to lap it up. I’m sure I’m leaking too. He just taste so fucking good, the hooch and the pot say so anyway. I can’t get enough of his big bent dick and he’s acting on the same impulses. First he climbs over me, his giant rod angling over my face. My neck’s pulled back to look up at it, in a perfect position to thrust it deep down my throat. Between his legs, his furry balls dangling, I see the heavens and shooting stars as he slides his shaft into my mouth. Over time I’ve gotten good at deep throating. Practice from cucumbers, bananas, and countless men at the lake. He’s a challenge being so big, but with big challenges come even bigger pleasures. That big cock slides down my throat and ends with his dark pubes stuck up against my nostrils. He smells and tastes of soap, but the longer I spend nursing his huge cock, it starts to meld into that special scent and taste of a man. His acrid crack slowly pushes and grinds its way towards me. I don’t think he knows he’s doing it but his ass crack is coming into shadowy view. His dick pops out of my throat and before he or I even realize it, my tongue is buried between his two smooth white cheeks. I reach my hands up and feel the flexing of his muscled ass. I squeeze them and sense the conflict between what he wants and what he’s afraid to ask for. I pull his cheeks apart and settle that conflict with my tongue, riding deep into the valley to find his hole. He lets out an audible gasp as my mouth covers the entrance to the Drake I want to get to know. I dart my tongue inside and he lets out a fuck into the night air, in the dark, behind the library. We’re shadows writhing in shadows, him riding my face. There’s only the slightest of movements, we’re dark statues frozen on the lawn, the only unseen movement is my tongue tracing a spiral inside his ass, then jabbing into his hole. He emits a quiet moan of gratitude. His hole’s loosening. I feel his sphincter pushing out, wanting me to penetrate him deeper. I happily comply while I reach up his shirt, play with his pin-point nipples. He starts grinding his ass over my face, getting the scruff of my cheeks to burn against his rutting ass. There is no resistance in him, he wants me to go deeper. I wiggle a finger next to my mouth and let the saliva provide the necessary lubrication for my digit to slide in. Into the warm night air, in the shadow of the library lawn, he emits another amazed fuck, and pushes down on my finger so I penetrate him deeper, now up to my second knuckle. He’s still grinding down, but rather than pushing further into to him, I withdrawal a bit and wet my middle finger and let it join the first. Oh fuck, he cries softly, knees on the grass, realizing what it feels like to have two fingers invading him, and before he’s settled comfortably into it, I wet a third and slip it in. “Fuck man,” he says quietly, now aggressively pushing his butt down on my hand. “I’m going to cum,” he pants helplessly as his bucks on my fingers. “Like hell you are,” I say pulling out. “You fucker,” he says, his teeth shining from the light of the library windows. “You fuck,” he says. “Turn on your side.” “Why?” I say, but know where he’s headed. He pulls a small tube of hand cream out of his shorts and dangles it in front of me with a devilish smile. “You thought that far ahead?” I say. “Sneaky, sneaky, honey badger. Was that going to be for me or for you?” “Didn’t know, but I do now. Turn on your side,” he says sure of himself. I toe off my sneakers and slip off my jeans. We’re outside in the shadows, footpaths, flowerbeds, brick staircases, alone, quiet, lit by a billion stars, cloaked by night. I pull off my shirt. His Mario Brothers shirt and khaki shorts come off. His checkered underwear lies over them. We’re naked next to shrubs, dirt, the smell of freshly mowed grass, moist. I roll on top of him. Our hard cocks press into each other’s belly, his dark and my darker pubes intertwine, the dew of the lawn make us slick and slippery. I have one leg between his, and he has one leg between mine. Neither one of us has relinquished who, for the moment, will bottom and who will top. We’re dancing, we’re jockeying for position, we’re enjoying the chase, the pursuit, the open question. Our hands at first clutch tenderly as I bend to kiss him. Then I feel his palms clutching tighter. Then we’re wrestling for control. He’s pushing up as I’m holding him down. He’s bigger but I’m quicker. I flip him and have him pinned so his face is pushed into the grass, but I feel him powering up like a hydraulic lift, slow pushing me back. His face comes out of the grass and he’s wearing a conqueror’s smile. “You can fuck me afterward but I’m going to fuck you this second,” he says, throwing me onto my back, lifting my legs apart. He smears some cream on his dick and sticks his hand under my butt. I feel his fingers run over my hole, then push inside. Like I said, I’m pretty much a virgin with man meat but not unfamiliar with penetration. But there’s a universe of difference between me playing with my hole and someone else doing it. Especially if that someone else is as hot and aggressive as this fucker. He pushes my legs forward and lines up his thick member against my hole, and slowly pushes in. The whites of his eyes shine as does his shimmering wet body. He’s a merman from the sea and he’s diving inside me, burying his thick veined shaft, his foreskin pushing back revealing his velvety knob pushing deeper than even the most daring vegetable has ever gone. How can it hurt and feel so good at the same time? Fuck, yeah, I encourage him. Do it, I whisper in his ear. And he’s in up to his bone. I feel his pubes grinding against my hole, his solid rod spreading the width of my chute apart like its never been spread. I’m trying like mad to get used to his size but he’s frenzied and nineteen and in heat. He doesn’t care about anything but what he wants, and that would be cumming inside me as quickly as he can. I stroke myself and could easily get off this very second. I feel the burn building inside my balls. He’s pounding against them, abusing them with each thrust of his pelvis. Fuck, the thrust and pressure themselves could bust my nut any second I chose to let it, and I’m torn, but Drake decides for me, and holds my legs apart, shudders, breaths strained rushes of air through clenched teeth, and I know he’s cumming inside me deep. I want to cum, too, but I want it to be inside him when I do, so I hold back. It’s an ecstatic moment feeling him rutting inside me, spewing his first load in me, while I wait, watching him return to behind his eyes. His eyes are alive in a new way. Knowing something I don’t yet know. I’m jealous of the fuck. He rolls off me, looking up at the night, smiling. He lies next to me and grabs my hand and brings it up to his mouth, licks it. Doesn’t kiss it, but licks it. That makes me laugh. I comment, “So, we’re batting two for oh, boy-o, aren’t we?” “What’d you mean, boy?” He comes back and leans over my face. He licks my lips. He’s on top of me again, his dick’s still hard. “You gotta cum whenever you can, boy-o.” “Says my wanker roommate,” I say and knock him off me. Both our dicks are hard, standing off our bellies as we lie on our backs squeezing hands. There’s a fireball in the sky, not a small specks of light, but something that lights up our faces. I see his eyes shine. He’s enraptured, blissful. I’m jealous and want his lube. He sees how much lust is in me, scrunches his face uncertain, and grabs for his clothes. “I don’t fucking think so. Turn on your side, boy,” I order. “I don’t know, Dupree,” he says sitting up holding his checkered brief. “I do, Chadwick. Where that tube?” He hands it to me tentatively. “I never…” he begins. “I know. Me neither,” I say back at him. “You'll like it. I'll make sure you do. I’ll go slow. Hell, before, you were ready to have me to fist you.” “What’d’ya mean?” he asks as I lube my cock, shaking my head. I reach between his butt cheeks, those beautiful white boulders I’d first seen this afternoon and have been thinking about ever since. My lubed finger pushes at his hole. Boy is he tight, tighter than when I was fingering him moments ago. He’s purposefully clenching, not wanting me to go any further. “Ow,” he says quietly. “I don’t think I can, Kyle.” “You’re not the only boy scout that comes prepared,” I say rifling through my jean pocket. I pull out my bag of T, lick my un-lubed finger and then a second, and stick them in the bag. I pull out white fingers and rub them on his tight hole. “What is it?” he asks, as it goes inside his chute. He’s lubed enough to take my fingers up to my second knuckle. I rub them all around the wall of his wet rectum. He takes a grimaced inhalation. “It burns, man,” he complains. “Just for a second,” I say. I don’t take my fingers out, but leave them in him. After a few seconds I start wiggling the pair around. Then there’s the first moan I’ve been waiting for. His hole seems to not only be loosening up but wanting more stimulation. Another inhalation through his clenched teeth. My fingers inside are conflicting him. He squeezes. My fingers being squeezed is not of rejection but enticement. He doesn’t yet know it, but he wants more. His brain will catch up to his body, but even before it does I lube a third finger and slip it in, then a fourth. He gasps as he thrusts his hips back to take more of my fingers. I’m more than willing to give it to him. On his side, he pushes up on his elbow while he thrust back his ass and starts rocking gently. I go with his rhythm and let him pump himself on my hand until it’s buried up to the crook of my thumb. “Fuck, man,” he whispers. “Fuck that’s good.” “Yeah?” I ask him. “More?” He answers by pushing harder onto my hand. I lube my thumb and the thickest part of my hand. The thumbnail slides it. He’s pushing on me, hungrily, greedily. My thumb knuckle is buried and still he’s rocking, trying to take in more. He’s hissing on the lawn through clenched teeth, writhing, fingers digging into the turf, wanting something he doesn’t have a name for. “Ah-ahh!” he hollers loudly, and I look around to see if anyone hears us. I then realize he’s swallowed my whole hand. “Wait, wait, wait, wait,” he cries, gulping air like a drowning man, his head drooped over. I can’t believe it either. Neither of us can. But it’s done. I don’t move. I wait. We’re like that for some time, unmoving, sweating into the wet grass. I’m hard as a steel beam. He drops to his side, hissing again through his teeth, the slightest of moans germinated from deep inside his chest. He gently moves his hips. Stops. Tests the water. Pushes back a little. Stops. I let him control what we do, but my dick is getting impatient. It’s jealous of the attention my hand’s been given. I lube my shaft. Stroke it slowly. Try to appease it. But it know what it wants, and where it’s going. I slide up behind Drake, let my knob rest between my wrist and the top of his ass. My cock traces down my wrist finding my palm held open at the entrance of Drake’s body. Drake knows what’s what, and begins a torturous journey against my pelvis. He can’t help himself. He’s drawn to the thought of it like I am. He pushes back as I arch forward, the knob of my cock crawling down my palm into his out-stretched hole. He’s drenched, sweat pours down his back, off his butt, dripping on my arm; his body burning on the lawn. I fear any moment he’ll spontaneously combust, become nothing but ashes. His desire is burning as hot as mine, he’s as determined. I push forward and he pushes back, in small minuscule movements. Then, with a pop and a gasp from both of us, suddenly, like falling through an hourglass, I’m inside his ass, his hot lava ass. He cries out even louder, his fuck is deeper, more lustful, craven. He’s molten inside. His fire surrounds my hand, my groin is a wick ignited. His body makes me insane. My fist and cock move around inside this crushing volcano, my cock clenched tightly inside my fist. No anatomy book prepares you. The body is a body, wet, liquid, flesh, a hundred degrees Fahrenheit, pliable, strong, vulnerable, unimaginable; the mind is only one small occupants of the body. I know what we’ve done, what we’re doing. But it’s not knowing, it’s feeling that composes the body. He feels so fucking good, what I’m doing to him is a violation against his surrender. That makes me even harder. He growling next to me like a mongrel clinging to a bone, my fist, my cock. I lick the sweat off his spine. My free hand reaches across his slick torso, and I grab his steely cock. I fuck him from behind, jacking myself off in him and jacking him at the same time. We’ve found a rhythm we can sustain, not for long but forcefully. I’m breathing through clenched teeth. Wanting to hurt him, wanting to bring him pain and with it, massive, fierce, masculine satisfaction that only males can satisfy in other males. Fuck, he cries with my fist violently ramming up his shithole. We find a plateau of ferocity, a place where I could abuse him indefinitely, and he knows it, I know he knows it, except I’m feeling his dick leak, then spurt, then gush, then his ass squeezes my fist internally. The dominos of orgasm are falling mightily. His seized ass is pulling the cum straight out of me. I have no choice but to shoot, a steady stream of cum liquefies his perfect hole. I quake for a moment at the precipice, appreciate his beauty and his submission, then fall endlessly, rush after rush of pleasure, filling him with me. “Stop. Wait,” he gasps, trembling, after only seconds have passed. “Please don’t move,” he begs as I still feel a stream of semen flow into his bowels. I squeeze my fist to push out a few more drops, a last shudder, and then relax my hand. “I’m not moving,” I say, and it’s true. I’m locked within him. Only he can release me. He’s shaking and I pull him in tightly with my free arm. I stroke his heaving chest. Is he cringing? I can’t tell but his body quivers. I feel his guts rumble and tense, and he shits out my cock and hand savagely with a harsh grunt of exhalation. “Fuck!” I yowl at the intensity of the sensation of having my cock and first aborted all at once. He rolls over on his stomach, buries his face in the grass, his dark hair matted to his scalp. He’s a beautiful mess and I want to hold him. I slip an arm over his broad shoulders but he throws it off, hiding his face in the shadowy blades. I’m stung by his turnaround but I’ll wait for him as long as he wants. I won’t get dress. I’ll wait with him till daylight when the safety officers discovers our naked bodies on the library’s back lawn. I pick up the Mason jar half full of Micky-G’s moonshine, twist open the top and take several unwise swigs. I screw the lid tight and lay back, looking up at the inky sky; watch for a long, long time as meteors and satellites glide across the firmament above us. I lay the back of my hand on the small of his back. He rocks it off. I rise on an elbow. I want him to look at me, to show him I’ll lick his slimy guts off my hand, I have no pride, I’d be his mutt if he'll be mine—but his face remains buried. I lie back and find the rings around nearby Saturn, tick off the moons of Jupiter—Ganymede, Io, Callisto, Europa, Themisto, Amalthea, Elara. I stare into the black holes where the stars aren’t anymore. Observe galaxies whirl, whole universes dance through each other, disburse in a prism of gas. I see far off stars hurtling toward me at a million light-years a second, while others swim into the black emptiness toward oblivion, never to be heard from again. Like people do. “Drake?” I ask a bit panicked at how quickly I'm alone in the universe. “You there?” The vacuum of space swallows the question. u there drake? He’s a digital ghost, a celestial body untethered. I can’t reach him though he’s inches away. I don’t know how to chart this course; I’ve never traveled here before. Did I do something wrong? Do something right? The longer I stare the more I see the stars aren’t white; have never been. Some glow red, some yellow, others are a ghostly blue. I feel the earth rotating under me, the lawn taking me along for the ride. The constellations wheel across the black vault above. Their stories elbow into my brain—the hunter, the serpent, the bears, the belt, the lion, I know them all, just like at home on our trailer’s roof. Same stories, same stars; stories spread down through millennia, through a trillions souls, eventually to mine. I’m drunker than shit and will probably puke in a moment. I’ll push dirt over the puke like it never happened. As I look above my head, upside down at the library windows, three figures stand peering through the glass, backlit, unmoving. Even with the world upside down as it is, the central figure in a blue sweater, with salt and pepper hair, comes into focus. Coach Brandon. What I can’t comprehend in my addled brain, what I can’t wrap my mind around, is why he’s there standing next to a dark figure in a cowl and, on his other side, why there’s a bald guy whose head shines in a mosaic of tattoos. None of this makes sense. Huh. But I can tell you this: coach just winked at me. That’s the second time tonight.

So, here I am of my first day out of school for the summer, my parents are at work and I have nothing to do except lay here and jack off and think of something to do. We just moved here a couple of months ago due to a job change for my Dad and I have always lived in the big city’s with room to walk, now I only have a yard and a big ass park down the street to go to. Since my parents are big beer drinkers I figure it is almost noon, so I grab 6 of their beers in a bag and decide to check out the park. After entering the park I start walking and the road and I see trails off into the woods and decide to check one out. I walk for a bit and find a small river/creek that is running fairly fast and sit down against a tree and watch the water and started drinking my beers. I must have been on my fourth or fifth beer when I heard what sounded like a commotion behind me. As I look around if I had not been sitting I would have fallen over, there about 50 feet away was a white guy on his knees sucking a black guy’s cock. In all my life I have heard of the gay life and sex but this was mind blowing. I just continued to watch as this white guy just went to town sucking the blackest cock I have ever imagined. The black guy was talking really nasty to the white guy, telling him “yeah white boy, suck that black cock, get it deeper, going to give you a good load down that bitch white throat”. Now I should have just got back behind the tree until they were done, but somehow I moved further out and broke a branch on the ground that drew both of their attention. Oh shit, now what. I look at the black guy who is smiling at me and the white guy gets up and they both walk over to me with the black guy still having his cock out and hard. As they reach me the black guy asked “do you think this boy liked the show”? The white guy grabs my cock and says “yeah, he is hard as a rock”. At this point the white guy pulls down my shorts to my ankles and grabs my cock. At this point I should have pulled up my short and ran like hell screaming all the way, but here I am with a guy holding my cock and balls and looking between the black guys cock and his eyes and the evil smile. The black guy then puts his hands on my shoulder and pushes down and I seem to just float to my knees where I now looking right at this guy’s cock in my face. The black guy grabs his cock and starts to hit my lips with his cock until I open my mouth to say ouch only to have him push his cock in my mouth. The white guy leans in to my ear and starts giving me my first lesson of how to use my lips and tongue and how to keep my teeth off telling me how I am going to be coming back after today for a lot more. Then white guy then leans down and drove his tongue into my ass, I thought I was going to lose it right then and there, fuck did that feel awesome. Meanwhile the black guy starts calling me all sorts of degrading names and terms “suck my black cock you white bitch, yeah, so easy to turn out a punk white boy for black meat, guess you’re going to get this big fat load down your bitch throat”, all his talking seem to just turn me on more and as he kept telling me what a cocksucking bitch I was going to be the more I tried to get more of his cock in my mouth. The black guy then opens this bottle and puts it under my nose telling me to inhale deep and I do, “Fuck” my head is spinning and I seem to want to suck more and more of this cock in me, I then feel the white guy pushing a finger in my ass, then another one and another, I am in heaven. The black guy keeps feeing me the bottle under my nose and the white guy who is somehow naked is still telling me how much of a pig I am going to become when this is over. The white guy then pulls out a bag of something and a bottle of what I found later was lube, he mixes the lube and the stuff in the bag and starts to finger it up my ass. I am go back to sucking on the black guys cock and hitting the brown bottle, a few minutes later I start to feel a rush of rushes. I start to just suck and not knowing what a gag reflex was yet, but I just wanted his cock buried in me. The white guy was now behind me with his cock pointed right as my ass. He gets the tip at my hole and starts to push, telling me go with it, that it will hurt for a minute but then I am going to love it. The black guy pulls his cock out tells me to hit the bottle deep, as it kicks in the white guy pushes in and now pass my once virgin ring. I tried to move forward trying to get away from the pain, but then I am so unstable and the white guy just keeps talking dirty to me, telling me now I am his bitch, his cumdump and that he was going to breed me full of his seed. What seemed to be an eternity was only a few minutes before the pain subsided and another hit of the bottle I was finding myself getting into it. Now the black guy puts his cock back at my mouth and he tells me to “suck that black cock you bitch” and boy do I ever. It never dawned on my if anyone had walked down there they would have seen a high school kid on his hands and knees with a cock fucking him in the ass and a black guys cock driving in his mouth, and at this point I didn’t care. The black guy starts to tell me he is close and gives me another hit of the bottle and tells me to start swallowing, at this point he lets volley after volley of cum loose in my mouth and I do as he says not knowing any better. The white guy is not far behind telling me I will be pregnant with his babies in a second and he lets out a roar and unloads my ass. The black guy just zips up his pants and says “see you soon” and walks off, the white guy pulls his cock out of my ass and wipes the rest of his cum on my ass cheeks, and I am still on my hands and knees wondering what just happened. The white guy then grabs my cock and balls and squeezes and asks me where I live, the pain was so bad I just blurted out my address to him and he tells me to meet him at the rest area down the road tomorrow at noon and just to wear shorts, no underwear or shirt or he would be at my house to get me, then walks off. To be continued.....

Making My New Son * * * * * I dreamed this last night and had to get it down. I thought it was so hot, I actual shot a load in bed. I am still working on the final part of War Brothers, but wanted to get this done before I forgot it. * * * * * "Come on guys grab the fucker and hold him down. He's a strong fucker." I bellow out as the man I have selected to become my new son struggles to get free. My selections name is Aaron Blackman and he is the quarterback at the local high school. Since I am the assistant football coach at the school it was easy to stalk him. I have admired him not only on the field, but in the locker-room. He has a magnificent body and a cock and set of balls that would make a bull blush. I knew I had to have him the first time I saw his low hanging nuts swinging between his naked hairy legs. I knew what I wanted, but it wasn't easy finding it that is why when I saw Aaron I knew he was the one… well actually my cock knew before I did, but still. While Aaron may have been a young physical master piece with gorgeous blue eyes, he was academically dumb as a stump which was ok since I wasn't interested in his mind. Any way I knew this buck wasn't going to go down without a fight. Even with the four of us he was almost more than we could handle. But, finally we got the cuffs on his wrists and the ties around his ankles. We took a rest and enjoyed watching my beautiful new son struggle and try to break free. I considered drugging him, putting him out. But that wouldn't provide the experience that I wanted and I wanted him to have. Instead he would be drugged with Tina to help bring out his inner whore. That is the nice thing about Tina. Every man has an inner whore even when he keeps it under lock and key, but Tina can find it and help bring it out. Even this stud. After resting for a bit, we picked him up and carried him inside. Now we know he was going to scream, but as we were out in the middle of nowhere we are not concerned about him attracting attention, but it looked like it might rain and we didn't want him getting wet - at least not by rain. Once inside we placed him on a large rubber mat on the floor, unhooked his wrists and stretched them out to his left and right, re-attaching this wrists to loops in the concrete floor. Of course he tried to free himself, but with the four of us there to control him, and his legs still bound, we were more than a match for him. Once we had his arms secured we did the same with his feet, securing each one to a steel ring embedded in the floor. He was now spread out wide and certainly not going any where. Naturally he was also screaming, calling us names and threatening to kill us when he got free, but, that is to be expected and soon his tune would soon change. Then we cut his clothing off of him. Part of me was sorry we had to do this, as his clothing was very high end and quite nice, but it was part of his training. As we cut off each article of his clothing we showed it to him, and tossed it in a drum in which a fire was burning. "Why the fuck did you do that, those clothes were brand new and cost $400. You fuckers." Aaron screamed. "Oh, look guys. This stupid whore, who is about to be raped and turned in to our pet whore, is worried about his fucking clothes! Stupid fucker" I laughed loudly. The other guys joined in laughing. It took Aaron a minute for his brain to register what I had just said. His eyes grew wide and then he began to thrash about, trying to get away. "No - please don't rape me. Please I'm straight. I like girls. Please don't. I am so sorry. Come on guys I want to have kids, a family!" Aaron pleaded. "Oh, baby I've been looking for a stud like you for ages. You're going to become my son. You will love me. You will love your brothers, also. You will encourage us to use your body. You will take our cocks, cum, piss - and you will beg for it. You will be an obedient boy, and in return you will want for nothing" I said as we began to strip off our clothing. "NOOOOOO!!!!" Aaron screamed, but he also began to look over our bodies, one guy after the next. "What… What… are those scars?" Aaron asked in a shaky, but still angry voice. "Oh, you see all of these are my boys and all of them have been where you are now. They all started hot straight studs. Those scars are a sign of my personal adoption process. Well, that and…" I trailed off. "My god, that's unreal," Aaron said. "Aaron I want to be honest with you son" I started to say. "I am not your fucking son you sick faggot pervert and you are not my dad… fucker!" Aaron screamed. "As I was saying, you will not leave this place as you are. When you leave here you will be my son, I will be your new father, and these boys your new brothers. All of my boys here were once pussy-fucking straight boys, but, now they are full fledged homos. You will not leave here neg, either" I said. "You were all straight?" Aaron asked in disbelief. "Yep" my sons replied in unison. "Wait. Neg? What do you mean by neg?" Aaron asked. "You will not only be trained to love cock, cum, and piss, you will learn to love the feel of the male body as well as all of its flavors and treasures. Each of us is going to give you our baby or AIDS baby. As part of your adoption process to become a member of our family, you will be given HIV from each of us. You will from then on carry a part of us inside of you for however long you live. To put it another way, we are going to impregnate you with our AIDS babies" I explained. Aaron resumed screaming and thrashing, but to no end. It was pointless. He couldn't free himself - unless, of course, he chewed off his arms and legs. I pulled a small bag out of my pants' pocket. In the bag were several shards of crystal meth. I picked a nice large one, closed-up the bag and tucked it back in my pants' pocket. Walking between Aarons' legs and kneeling down, I looked him in the eyes. Seeing the panic in those eyes, I reached down and pressed the shard of crystal meth up into his asshole. I could feel him tighten his hole, hoping to keep me out, but I just pressed harder, until finally the pain caused him to flinch and in the meth popped. I made sure to push it in as deeply as I could, then stood-up, and smiled down at him. "Let's give him ten minutes and then we can start the party" I said to my sons. "What… What was that?" Aaron asked, his young, firm studly, body shaking. "That was hard drugs, baby. Tina. A booty bump. Crystal meth. It's going to help free your inner cock whore. It's will help you sail in to the wonderful world of faggot AIDS whore. It will help you become my son." I said, still smiling. I could see Aaron working his ass muscles, trying to push it out, but it was in too deep, and because of its crystalline texture wasn't moving. Finally he gave-up and started to sob. We stood around, stroking our cocks and saying dirty, nasty things about the boy on the floor. Out of curiosity I reached down, picked-up his wallet and looked in side. There were fifty dollars, and condom which naturally I threw in the fire drum. "You won't be needing that any more" I said. His wallet also contained his drivers' license, school ID card, a picture of (I suppose to be) his parents and two younger brothers. I put everything but his driver's license back in to his wallet. Well, that and the condom which, I'm sure, was completely consumed by this time. I looked at his driver's license and noticed he turned 18 three days ago. I put the wallet down so that when everything is done I could return it to him. We are here to rape him. To turn in to a faggot. To make him my son and give him our AIDS babies - not rob him. I could see that he was growing more hyper. His eyes were darting around, his breathing quicker. I reached down and felt his chest: it was defiantly hot. I knew the Tina was working. Taking hold of his beautiful cock, I gave it a couple of strokes. His body tensed-up and he groaned. "No, no, no. Don't, don't, don’t" He babbled. "Ok, we can begin. Mark and John - bring in the boys." I said to two of my sons. They in turn headed out the back door, returning holding the nine Doberman pinschers on leashes. A Aaron stared at the dogs. Kneeling by his head I said "Don't worry. This will almost certainly hurt like fuck at first, but then you will feel pleasure like you never thought possible, certainly much more pleasure than any woman's cunt could afford. Oh, and don't worry. The dogs may hurt you, but they have been well trained and will only go so far. Go ahead. Panic and scream, if you like. But, when you feel that pleasure of which I've told you, I want you to sing out with joy. Sing for me, son" I said and then stood-up, everyone moving away from Aaron. "Boys, TEAR!" I said. Mark and John released the leashes. The dogs rushed to Aaron and started nipping his body all over, his neck, head, face, groin and ass crack excepted. We stood by and watched, as Aaron screamed out in pain, the dogs nipping and pulling on his skin, causing small bloody wounds all over his body. I moved in between Aaron's legs and released them, positioned them on my shoulders, aligned my hard cock with his hole and slammed into him. He screamed even a bit louder as I raped his virginal hole, and the dogs worried his body. The wounds the dogs were causing were not deep. They would leave scars just as they did for my other boys. They would bleed and hurt a bit, at least until Aaron was utterly distracted my cock and the Tina booty bump. I slammed in and out of Aaron's hole. I could feel it tear and bleed. As I continued to rape my new boy, my older sons formed a circle around Aaron and begin to jack their cocks. After about 15 minutes, per their training, the dogs moved away from Aaron and lay down. I looked over and saw their dog cocks were rigid: they always got horny tearing into my new sons. Guess the dogs got off on the scene as much as my sons and I did. One by one my boys blew their loads, spraying their AIDS come on to Aaron's body, covering the bloody wounds with their poison seed. Once each had shot his load onto Aaron, they all knelt down and started to rub the cum into his wounds. Aaron was shaking hard: his mouth was moving but nothing was coming out. His cock was rock hard and dripping precum. The pain was apparently turning to pleasure, particularly when my cock hit his prostate. Of course the Tina continued to course through his body. My boy's 'inner faggot whore' was coming out. Soon he would loose control and truly become my son; a new member of the family born complete with a new crop of HIV to further the mission. I picked up my pace and really started slamming into his guts. He began to babble quite vocally: the Tina was in full effect and to make sure that Aaron was flying high John placed a bottle of poppers under Aaron's nostril. Inhaling the fumes, Aaron moaned out loudly and deeply, his muscled stud body beginning to shake and tremble. "F…F…Fu…FUCK ME! FUCK ME! OH GOD PLEASE FUCK ME!" Aaron wailed. I smiled down at my boy, my son and admiring his wounds, the blood and cum coating his young firm body. I could feel my nuts boiling, and knew I would soon shoot into his guts. Sure enough, a few deep hard thrusts later I blew, sending my poz cum deep in to his ass. I pulled out and stood, admiring my blood-shit-mucus coated cock. John stepped in behind me and slammed into Aaron's hole. "Oh, fuck bro, your hole is some beautiful, so warm, so wet, so perfect" John whispered to his new brother. Soon John shuddered and pumped another load of poz cum into Aaron. "Oh, fuck me fuck me bro. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me" Aaron begged over and over as he lost control. His mind on fire, the pain turning to pleasure, the cock in his ass the source of bliss, not pain. His mind broke and crumbled as Aaron's inner whore was set free and took control over the hot jock. I watched with great pleasure as Aaron's body went rigid, his cock swelling ever harder, spurting forth cum like a lawn sprinkler. "Oh, god whore me, whore my faggot ass, whore me, whore me, whore me. Give me your AIDS babies; please give me your cum!" Aaron bellowed as his nuts unloaded a second and then a third time. Over the next five minutes Aaron had four orgasms. By the time he came down off the last orgasm he was utterly incoherent. Over the next two days we gang fucked Aaron. We kept his wounds bleeding and we kept coating his body with our poz cum. We knew he would almost certainly convert. We knew our new family member would soon be one of us, would soon be carrying our AIDS babies inside of his body for the rest of his life, combining with his own DNA to make a new strain of baby, one that he would one day pass onto a new brother, a new family member. To his credit, Aaron begged for our cocks and cum the entire time. Of course we kept him drugged on Tina and poppers to keep his mind broken and in faggot whore mode. By the time the two days were over, Aaron's body was covered in a thick layer of AIDS Cum and blood. We left him to clean ourselves. When we came back he was sound asleep. We have watched and knew that during those two days Aaron had cum over four dozen times, his own nuts long ago drained half, so most of his orgasms were dry and intense, his nuts trying so hard to shoot something - anything, no no avail. Now we would just have to wait and see if he had become the faggot whore we wanted or if he would need another session - in a week or so. We waited, lovingly looking after him, our brother and son. As soon as he was strong enough I offered him my cock. He looked at it, looked at me. Our eyes locked as he opened his mouth, sucking me down his throat. He worked my cock and I could tell he was desperate for my seed. I quickly gave it too him. He greedily swallows it. As he cleaned my cock I made an offer to him: "Aaron honey, are you up for some cock in your pussy? Some of the boys haven't had a chance to get off inside of you yet. They were here for your adoption, but didn't get a chance to breed you. Can you take care of them for me? There are nine of them." He looked at me, lust in his eyes. "You want me to do the dogs don't you? Please tell me you want me to do the dogs" Aaron pleaded. "Sure, baby. I want you to take care of the dogs. All nine of them. After all, they helped make you a whore and now they want to feed you their doggy sperm. Want it?" I asked. "Oh, god yes. I want cock Dad. Lots of cock." I brought the dogs in on leashes, locked the doors to the room, and released Aaron from the floor. Instead of trying to make a run for it, he crawled over to the group of dogs, presenting his pussy to them. One by one they mounted him and bred him. As the first dog's knot swelled, sealing his cunt Aaron shuddered, spewing a load of clear juice onto the floor under himself. By the time the ninth dog was done Aaron's hole had dog sperm shooting out of it like a waterfall in Yosemite, with a large puddle of clear juice under his body, a puddle the dogs had induced him to shoot. I decided then that it was time for the ultimate test. I unlocked the doors, throwing a pile of clothing at Aaron. He dressed and walked over to the exit. "Why don't you want me any more? Did I do something wrong?" Aaron asked looking at the door and then back at me. "No baby, you did nothing wrong. I want you forever. You’re my son. A member of my family now and forever, but, now you have to choose. Do you stay or go. The choice is yours" I said. Aaron opened the door and walked out. I waited, but he didn't come back. Looking out the door I could see him running down the road. I sat down and waited for the cops. Three hours later I hear a car coming up the road. I went outside to see Aaron pulling up in his car. He got out, he retrieved a suite case from the trunk. "I told my parents I was moving out. I… couldn't tell them it was because I was going to be a faggot whore. I told them I had joined the army. In a few months I want you to send a letter telling them I was killed. You are my father now, they are my brothers" Aaron said, pointing to my other boys standing in the doorway of barn. "That is, if you still want me" Aaron asked, his voice trailing off. I walked over to him, wrapped my arms around him and kissed him with love and passion. Aaron was with us for about three months when he got very sick. He wss weak, throwing up, muscle aches and a high fever. He asked me to take him to the doctor, but I knew what the malady was, as did his brothers. I sat down on the bed next to him, wiped the sweat from his forehead with a damp towel. "There is no need for you to see a doctor, son. What this means is that our AIDS baby is growing inside of your body. You adoption is complete; you are one of us in body, mind and soul. You have the fuck flu, which is the sign your body has been infected with with HIV. Now your body will start combining our babies with your DNA making a new strain of babies. That strain you will one day pass onto a new brother, but, for now just rest. We will take care of you" I said as I kissed my pregnant son on the forehead. Tears of joy swelled-up in Aaron's eyes. He whispered into my ear that he needed cock; I smiled at him, pulled the covers from his sweat-soaked, aching body. His brothers and I made love to his sick, weak, aching body. Aaron moaned out in bliss, groaning in his weakness and sickness, but he still managed to hump and pump, bringing us off inside of his feverish body. We made love to him every night from then on. Aaron turned out to be a very talented whore. He not only likes male, he lives it, craves it and is always willing to pleasure it, human or animal. On his first anniversary of becoming my son, we wrote a letter to his parents. At first Aaron assumed we would tell his family he had been killed in combat. He was surprised when we told them the truth, that he had become a faggot whore, and was infected with HIV. How much he loved cock and even having sex with animals. How he knows his choice was right and how liberating. That he was finally free to be the male God made him to be, and how enjoyable sex is without condoms or worrying about AIDS. The letter continues, explaining about his pregnancy and how he has given them their first grandchild. It explained to them how the whole male-to-male HIV-to-HIV pregnancy thing comes about, and how he enjoyed being pregnant. He smiled at me, knowing the tone of the letter was correct. He signed it, and selected a few photographs of his sexual sexual activities to include in the envelope. He chose one depicting his body covered with bloody cum covered sores from his adoption. One where he was on his hands and knees, a a large Doberman pinscher hung up in his cunt. Another showing what I knew to be dog cum running from his stretched-out, gaping pussy. Another showed him him sucking off his brothers and finally one of him drinking piss sprayed fresh from his own cock as he lay on his back, glistening in golden showers. A wicked smile crossed his face as he chose the last picture. He wouldn't let me see it, but wrote on it with a black marker, and then handed it to me with a smile. I take the photo from him and look at it, then at him and then smile and lean over and kiss him. It is a photograph of a load of his cum that we taken a few days before. Written in one corner was the inscription "Your AIDS grandchild, one year old. With love, your grandson."

Found yet another story on my ancient hard drive, as far as I can tell this was first posted sometime in the late 90's. ======================== Douglas was a walking, talking wet dream. He was 5-11, 160, had short brown hair, and the sexiest brown eyes you've ever seen. He was all toned muscle. No fat on that boy. His shoulders, chest, and abs were the envy of many dudes. He had been on the basketball, swimming, and wrestling teams all four years in high school, and had lettered in all three. He was every girl's dream date and more than one guy's fuck dream. Doug had no idea how sexy he was. He was completely na?ve and oblivious. He had dated only a few girls and never had a serious relationship. He rarely went to parties, and, except for the communion wine, avoided alcohol. His Dad was the pastor of a large nondenominational church in Albuquerque; and ever since he could remember, Doug had wanted to follow him into the ministry. He was 19, and had just finished his freshman year at Liberty University, a Christian college in Virginia. On the long trek back to New Mexico, just this side of Amarillo, his Explorer started acting up. He pulled off the highway onto a deserted service road. Poor Doug had one other deficiency?he knew nothing about cars. He was staring vacuously at the steaming engine when a van pulled along side. Horny Chris stared at the Boy for a few moments. Doug was wearing a white tee and tight, faded Levis that highlighted his perfect Bubble Butt. Chris saw the bumper sticker: Liberty University. 'Mmmmmm. Oh my God! A good Christian boy!' Chris was somewhat of a Twink himself. He was 24, and about Doug's height and build, but had blonde hair. Oh, yeah, and Chris was opportunistic, unscrupulous, Gay and POZ. He'd been infected during a night of wild whoring at the Midtown Spa in Dallas, and felt duty bound to induct whomever into the Gay STD Hall of Shame. And he had a special weakness for pretty, young, religious boys like Doug. He glanced in the back of the Explorer and saw that it was filled with luggage. Looked like the Kid was headed home for the summer. "Car trouble?" Chris inquired. "Yeah," Doug acknowledged. "It's stallin' out and overheatin'. I tried to call the Triple-A, but my cell phone doesn't work out here." "Mind if I take a look?" "Sure," Doug said. "Help yourself." "Name's Chris," the newcomer introduced himself. "I'm Doug. Glad to meet you." Chris gave the engine a once-over. "Looks like your radiator fluid's low. It's overheated. You need to let her cool down a bit?then fill her up. I've got some water in the van." "Good," said Doug, reaching for the radiator cap. "No!" cried Chris, pulling Doug's arm back. "You could burn yourself! Give it time to cool down." Doug nodded, wiping the sweat from his brow. "Thanks, but I don't want to inconvenience you." "I'm sure you'd do the same for me." A broad grin crossed Dougie's face. "So, you go to Liberty University?" "Yeah, you heard of it?" "My cousin went there a few years ago." The so-called cousin had flunked out. "I'm studying to be a minister. My dad has a church in Albuquerque." Doug was clearly excited about his calling, while Chris's mind was already in the gutter. "Wanna join me in the van while we're waitin? Cooler in there." "Love to!" the Boy agreed. Chris smiled at the Kid's enthusiasm and wondered if the Punk would still "love to" later on. He rummaged in the back and returned with a couple open Cokes. "Thanks," Doug said, gulping down the brew. "Oh man, that tastes good. I didn't realize how thirsty I was." He took one swig and then another. Within a minute the soft drink was gone. "Whoa!" Doug exclaimed. "I think I got too much sun out there. My head is spinning." "You all right?" Chris sounded concerned. "Wanna lie back? The seat reclines." "Yeah, thanks." Doug pressed a button that eased back the seat. His eyes were drooping, and his speech was slurred. He had no clue that Chris had spiked his Coke with GHB. "Hey man, you okay?" Chris sounded far away. Doug's head was swimming. He felt dizzy. His eyes were heavy, and he had no inclination to reply. "Here, let me help you into the back so you can lie down," Chris offered, dragging the drugged young man out of his seat. Overtaxed from all the dead weight, Chris positioned the insensate Youth on an air mattress with pillows to prop him up. He busied himself setting up a video cam while Douglas flaked in cuckoo land. With preparations well in hand, Chris turned to court the oblivious Young Man. He unzipped his fly and hauled out his 8 inches. "Hey, buddy, wanna protein shake?" He ran his Dick back and forth across Doug's handsome face and over his lips, leaving a trail of Precum glistening on his new Boyfriend?s face. "Nnnnnn... " Doug moaned, barely cognizant of what was up. Chris slipped his index finger in the Young Man?s mouth, prying his jaw open, and slid his fat, dripping Cock into the dazed Stud's mouth. With one hand on the back of Dougie's head, he began to fuck his Playmate's face. The Kid had no conception what was going down. Chris pulled his Dick from Dougie's throat, reached in his gym bag, and pulled out his Poppers. He held the bottle to the Youth's nose. "Come on," Chris coaxed. "Take a nice deep breath." The Teen inhaled, and his body shuddered. Bingo! Chris quickly switched the bottle to the other nostril and instructed Doug to sniff again. The high-as-a-kite Youngster did as he was told, and was soon floating on Cloud Nine. A low guttural moan escaped his lips. For good measure, Chris administered a couple more hits. Then he took his own half-empty can of Coke, and topped it off with whisky. He placed it to the Young Man's lips and made the young Teetotaler imbibe. Doug reflexively tried to spit it out, but Chris forced him to swallow. Having rarely consumed alcohol before, in congress with the Poppers and GHB, the Boy was totally fucked up. Chris shoved his Cock back down Dougie's throat, grabbed his ears, and began to fuck his face in earnest. When he felt his Balls begin to boil, he pulled out, jerked a few more times, and spewed his Noxious Load right onto Dougie's pretty face. Seven spurts hit Doug dead on. There was Jizz in his hair, his eyes, and on his lips and chin. Some dribbled down his tee. Chris scooped up some of the Toxic Spooge, and, with his nails, dug it into Dougie's inner cheeks and gums. "Be a good boy and take your medicine. Daddy wants so to give you AIDS." Chris slid Doug down till he lay prone and quickly re-aimed the video cam. He pulled off the Young Hunk's tee and marveled at the smooth chest, pointy Nips, and chiseled Abs. He leaned down and sucked and bit the manly Tits, nibbling at them real good. "Unhhhhh... Ooooohhh... Mmmmmm..." the inebriated Freshman moaned. Chris watched the Stud's Cock-Bulge balloon. "Oh yeah, I bet you're still a Virgin." Tweaking and twisting his Victim's Nips, he blew in his ear and licked his lobes. "Oooooh.......Noooooo...." Doug moaned, half conscious of the stimuli and how his body was responding. He may have been thinking no, but his tumescent Shaft sure as hell was nodding yes! Chris frenched him and kept up the titty torture. Within seconds Doug began to kiss him back. Oh yeah...a guy's a guy and a mouth's a mouth?Gay or Straight?it doesn't matter. Chris played tonsil-hockey with his Drugged-Up Play Thing a few more minutes. He traced his finger across the Student's lips, down to the waistband of his jeans. He tongued Doug's belly button and once again nibbled on those perky, pouty Nips. "Ahhhhhh!" Doug gasped, trying to push Chris away; but the besotted Youth was too far gone, and Chris had no trouble pinning him. He grabbed a rope from his gym bag, tied Doug's wrists above his head, then continued torturing the Cunt. He unbuttoned the Boy's jeans and slid the zipper down. Poor Dougie?s Cock was well-endowed but under-nourished, and the Kid's hard Rod jumped appreciatively as Chris slobbered on his Cock and Balls. Chris lifted Dougie's Ass and stripped his jeans completely off. Doug's legs were tanned and muscular, with a light smattering of hair. He fingered the Boy's quivering Pussy and felt it spasm beneath his touch. The Youth was totally at his mercy, his body screaming FUCK ME!?or so it seemed. With the video cam already catching every nuance of the Boy's enthrallment, Chris grabbed a digital camera and began to shoot pic after pic of the naked, aroused Nymph. Besides the carnal pleasure, Chris stood to make a few bucks off the Kid. He'd knew exactly which web sites to post the Teasers on. And the video?wow! He could make a mint off of that?once guys realized it wasn't fake. After taking several Polaroids specifically meant for DEO?Doug's Eyes Only (for Chris was fond of acronyms), he ran his hands over the dazed Teen's chiseled Bod, twisting his Nips and engulfing the Young Twink's out-of-control Joystick in the warm, wet recesses of his mouth and throat. Shit! The Kid's Precum was so saccharin and crystal clear. He couldn't wait to contaminate it with his own POZ Spooge. For on more than one occasion Chris had used the BUG to bond with another man, and Doug was just the latest to fall victim to his wiles. He placed Doug's legs on his broad shoulders and lifted his sweet, tight Target off the mattress. He slid his index finger up the Virgin Pussy and wiggled it against his Prostate. The Man Child began to buck and moan. He gave the Kid another hit of Poppers and another shot of booze. It was time to teach the Preacher's Son a lesson. Shucking off his own jeans and briefs, Chris lubed up his Demon Dick with some of his poz Jizm from the Christian's Cummy Face AND RAMMED IT UP THE VIRGIN'S ASS. Doug screamed in pain as Chris plunged his poz cock up the unlubricated Chute. Chris fed the Youth more Poppers, which he readily accepted perhaps because, subconsciously, he knew they helped. Chris continued to fuck Doug for the next half hour, grinding the POZ SPOOGE from his first orgasm into the Innocent's Ass. The Kid got fucked till his abraded Sphincter was caked with Cum and Blood. Chris pulled his death dick out and looked at the bleeding hole was pleasure. The once pure ass had been utterly defied, now it was time to corrupt what was left! Chris slipped it into overdrive as he felt his Diseased balls start to boil, his muscled body slamming harder and faster into the helpless and once innocent ass until finally he felt his balls draw up for another orgasm. He yelled out a thanks to his Master as he started shooting wave after wave of toxic demon cum into his newest slave. Fourteen enormous loads of poz spunk flooded the boy's ass, and Doug could feel every hot spurt. In a single afternoon the straight-laced Christian Fundamentalist had been transformed into a wretched Faggot Cum Dump. The sun was setting, and Chris dragged the Youth, clad only in his birthday suit, over to his SUV, and dumped him in. He stashed two plastic gallon jugs beside the wheel well, along with an envelope containing a few choice Polaroids and a note warning that if he discussed their little affaire de coeur with anyone, he'd be the next Gay Poster Boy. Yeah?like Chris wasn't already intending to cash in; but he figured Doug would be so ashamed, he'd never tell a soul. Chris looked down at the somnolent, defiled Youth stretched across the bench seat of the SUV. It gets cool in the desert after dark, and the falling temp would wake the Young Man up for sure. He wondered, now that Doug had had his first exposure to Gay Sex, the only sex he'd ever known, if he'd cum back for more. And then there was the matter of his Special Seed. Had Chris succeeded in converting the Boy? Alas, he'd never know. The fading roar of Chris's engine caused the inebriated Youth to stir. His eyes fluttered, blinded by the brilliant oranges of the setting desert sun. His head ached so bad. So did his Ass. He fell back asleep and dreamt erotic fantasies about some guy named Chris.

Finally happened. Earlier today finally cheated on my boyfriend with a younger top with 8.5 inches. He fucked me so good that I had some blood mixed in with the cum. My favorite. Got home and my boyfriend was home from work early and ready to fuck. Mentioned I wanted to shower and he followed me in and bent me over and just started fucking me deep. He kept asking why I was so loose and wet I just lied and said I was horny for him. Two loads in the span of about an hour...happy boy here.

My name is Ryan. I am twenty years old, 5’10”, 145 pounds, brown hair and hazel eyes. I’ve been living on my own ever since I came out to my parents when I was 18. They abruptly threw me out. I was lucky to have an older bf, Mike, who was able to take me in to live with him. I never see my parents and rarely see my younger half brother Tyler (we have different mothers and the same father). My bf is twenty-three, 6” tall, 180 pounds of pure muscle, blond hair and blue eyes and poz. We’ve been living together for over two years now and since Mike was poz, I showed my love for him by getting pozzed. He took me to a pozzing party where I was put in a sling and fucked and impregnated by every guy there. I lost count, but my bf didn’t, he said I took thirty loads over two days. On this particular Friday night, my bf and I were invited to another pozzing party where some guy get pozzed, either knowingly on purpose, like I did, or unknowingly. The bottom is restrained in the sling for all to fuck him. Drugs are always involved, especially for the guy getting seeded, it’s somethimes the only way to get those “unwilling” boys to go along. These sessions can be real intense and a lot of fun. It’s also a chance to hang out and see our friends in the neighborhood. So I am sure you’d understand when I was a little shocked to discover that my younger brother was there sitting with our party host (and one of my closest friends), Eddie, and was surrounded by a group of guys I knew well enoug to know that my brother did not belong here with this crowd. Since my bf and brother had never met, I sent Mike over to find out what was going on and why my brother was there. Mike went over and Eddie introduced them. They all chatted and then Mike came back over to where I was on the other side of the room. Mike told me that our host introduced him as Randy and that he was our 'entertainment'. He went on to add that Randy was apparently a virgin and wants to experience all he can tonight, sexually and socially. I asked my bf to get our host, that I wanted to talk to him before any of the party events began. When Eddie came over I told him that Randy was actually my 18 year old half brother Tyler. I never knew he was gay and before anyone seeds his ass I wanted to talk to him in private. This was nothing new to have some guy coming to a party like this and not give his real name. I asked Eddie if he and Mike could get Randy down into the sling and let me talk to him one on one before the real party events begin. If Tyler really wanted to go through with this I wanted to be the one to give him his slam and the first to impregnate him. Eddie agreed it was only fair to find this all out since he was my brother. Eddie and Mike walked over and I saw the trio disappear down the stairs leading to the basement playroom our host has. I slowly made my way down the stairs as I heard my brother commenting on how cool the room was. Then they asked if he wanted to sit in the sling. My little brother said sure and hopped in the sling. He asked about the restraints and Eddie explained that when the guy in the sling is restrained he can be more at ease with his arms and legs out of the way. When I heard the click of the restraints I hit the bottom of the stairs. Tyler and I made eye contact and when my brother saw me he had an expression you only get when you’ve been caught with your hand in the cookie jar. He attempted to talk his way out, acting all macho and saying that he was there to support a friend who was gay. When I told him I saw him making out with another guy he knew he was busted. Eddie and Mike left us allone to talk as I asked him point blank, “What the fuck are you doing here? Are you gay or just curious? Why did you come to a party like this?” His only defence came when he admited to me that he thought about guys a lot. He told me that he tried to get with chicks before but never could get hard, but when he thought about guys he was hard as a rock, “Ryan, I have known I was gay ever since I was in junoir high. I have been scared to tell anyone ever since Dad threw you out. After what happened to you I couldn’t tell anyone, not even you.” He figured he was gay and thought this would be a good way to experience everything he could. “What do you mean by a party like this? What kind of a party do you mean?” “You do know that this is a barebacking sex party where there would be a good chance you might get pozzed.” Tyler simply shrugged his shoulders and said, “I didn’t know. Eddie never told me that, We just talked about a sex party.” Well I was going to prove to him that you can never be too careful when you end up at a party like this one. My brother looked at me and asked, “Ryan, are you poz?” “Yeah Ty, about two years now. Mike is also. I decided to demonstrate my love to him by letting him take me to a similar party held here shortly after Dad threw me out.” “You don’t look poz bro.” “Well I am Ty, and if you stick around here you will be too, is that what you want?” Tyler looked me dead in the eye and said one thing, “God no!" All of a sudden the thought of cheming up my little bro and pozzing him had me turned on. I don’t understand nor can I explain it, but I was hard and dripping. I went back up stairs and left Tyler down stairs. I shut the door so no one would go down there just yet. I spoke to Eddie and Mike and told them that I was going back down, to chem up Randy and impregnate him. I asked Mike to join me and asked Eddie to give us some time alone with him before the rest of the guests jon us. Eddie agreed to my proposal. I grabbed Mike and my goody bag and headed back down to the basement playroom. Once I was down there I began to cut Tyler’s clothes away as he began to protest “HEY! WHAT THE FUCK”. That’s when Mike slipped the ball gag in his mouth. I looked down on my little bro and told him, “You came here and now you’re going to get what more then you bargin for Ty!” Ty shook his head and pleaded with his eyes and the last of his clothes, his boxers, were cut off and removed. His hard cock was evident before I removed the boxers, now it was exposed for us to see. It was proof that Tyler was enjoying what was being done to him. Once I had Tyler naked, I pulled a few things from my goody bag that I always bring to these parties: Viagra, a rig, saline and Tina. I took a couple Viagra and gave Mike the same amount. I know how Tina can be at times. Then I prepared the point that I was planing to share with Mike and my brother. Tyler watched with fascination as I put the white powder in the syringe, added some starile saline then put tubing around my arm and Mike’s. I then swabbed both arms with alcohol (the reason some partiers get infections and track marks is that they aren’t careful when they slam). I told my brother “Watch me” as I stuck the needle in my arm, pulled back a bit then plunged a little less then half the slam into my arm, then I hit Mike’s arm, but beore I removed the needle I pulled some blood back into the syringe. Then it was back to my arm to get some of my blood. “Now it’s your turn little bro.” As my brother watched, I stuck the needle in his arm, drew back a little bit of blood to make sure I hit the vein and plunged it all in his arm. “It’s too late to change your mind little bro, our blood will be mixing in your veins, taking the bug with it.” The ball gag was removed and I leaned down to kiss my brother on the mouth as I pulled the tubbing off both our arms at the same time. I knew exactly when the slam hit Tyler, I could feel him loose his breath and felt the cough as he was getting the high I was forcing on him. Now my naked brother lay in the sling, breathing heavily with a glazed look in his eyes. I gave him a couple Viagra to help him keep the hard on he had through this process. Then I turned my attentions to Tylers hole. I nelt down and began to eat his cunt. Tyler immediately began to moan, and wiggle around. Mike stood next to Ty’s head and got him to suck his hard, dripping dick. I continued to lick and nibble at my brother’s hole, Then I began to finger him: one, then two, and soon enough four fingers slid easily in him. When I stuck my fourth finger in his cunt, I knew if I continued I could get a fist in him with some work. I pulled my fingers out and stood up, looked Tyler in the eyes and slowly slid my cock in balls deep. He threw his head back and moaned as I began to fuck him. He looked back up at me and I knew what he wanted. No words need be spoken, he was asking to be imprengated. I asked my brother if this was the first time he had ever been fucked. He replied with a simple yes. I was so turned on to know I was the one who took my brother’s virginity in so many ways. I began fucking him slowly, almost pulling my eight inch cut cock all the way out, before slowly sliding back in all the way. Before I knew it, I was pounding away at Tyler’s hole, long dicking him, pulling all the way out before I slammed back in. Tyler’s moan grew louder as his dick began to leak precum. With little warning Tyler’s cock erupted spewing his neg load all over his belly. The spasming of his hole around my dick sent me over the edge and I shot a weeks-worth of poz seed inside his hole. Now our DNA was bound in more ways then just being half-brothers. After I pulled out I stuck my fingers in his hole to massage my seed into the walls of his ass. My fingers were sliding in so easily I couldn’t help myself, and I began to work four fingers in him. Then I slid in my thumb and with a little bit of encouragement from Mike, I slid my fist inside his hole. My brother was in pig heaven. He truly found himself. After I worked my fist inside his hole for a few minutes I knew I had to make way for the next poz top to seed Tyler. Mike stepped up and slid his cock in my brother and as Mike pounded away with his nine inch, thick tool, I leaned into my brother and kissed him, deeply and passionately and told him, “Welcome to the club little brother.” Then I yelled up the stairs “The little bitch is ready.” Everyone came down and began to strip around us. Before too long Mike yelled out he was cumming and shot a weeks-worth of seed deep inside Tyler. After Mike, Eddie took his turn and the party was in full swing. I kept Tyler well supplied with Tina throughout the party and by the time Sunday afternoon came he was well seeded. He even took a double penetration from Mike and me. A few weeks later Ty called me when he got a bad case of the flu. A month later I took him to get his very first HIV test and when it came back poz we celebrateed by going to the baths. We found some unsuspecting newbie for Tyler to fuck. The kid admitted to being a virgin. Ty gave the kid a similar story and they went off to fuck. I found them later in our room where I slipped the kid a little bit of tina in a booty bump along side my little bro’s dick. After Ty seeded him, I took my turn. The kid had no clue what was going on, but before he knew it, he had take two charged loads.

Damn...a pipe bear is rare these days- I bet a clever person could ID you. Lol

By: sexualdeviant11 https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/taking-a-pounding-from-a-black-stud-35167741 TAKING A POUNDING FROM A BLACK STUD New video. Some of you have asked if is am ok, I am, nothing to worry about. Hope you enjoy. Please comment, I really do love reading them and the main reason I do this. Gonna be in Seattle 9/13/2018 night If you are interested in breeding my hole. Hit me up.

im in

Now that you know what you've been missing, ditch the condoms....decide if you want to go on PrEP and bb!

307, but you have to keep in mind that I'm not vers. So being a top I miss out on half the points

Uhh, I'm a bit envious

If it's important to you not to get caught, you better be more careful. He's not going to buy the bullshit forever.

Today was pretty casual, and my partner Shane was chatting on and off with a few guys on Grindr. After dinner, a guy from UMass said he’d like to come over for some hot tub time. We hung out a bit when he arrived, and then stripped down and jumped in the tub. The guy was hot looking — browning-red hair, blue eyes, 6’, lean athletic build, and sporting a large cock (even while it wasn’t erect). Chatted awhile out there as the sun set, shared a bottle of wine, and enjoyed the casual progression of touching under the water. Finally Shane sat along the edge of the tub and the guy went right down on his cock, using one hand to hold Shane’s hardon while he worked his mouth along the shaft. We took turns sitting along the edge getting each of our cocks worked over. The UMass student’s hardon was about 7.5” and thick, with a nice smooth head that mushroomed wider than the shaft. At one point, both he and Shane were leaning over the side of the tub in the twilight, showcasing their asses and sweet holes. I went back and forth, tonguing both their tight holes, and gently probing one with a finger while my tongue was in the other. Finally Shane asked if he wanted to take things inside, and the stud quickly agreed. I closed up the tub and followed a moment later, grabbing my towel to dry off. I looked around the house quickly, and found Shane had led him downstairs to the place space in the basement where the sling is hung. They were standing naked in middle of the room making out, both hardons raging while they stroked each other. I grabbed the lube and poppers out of a drawer, then joined them in a 3-way kiss. The stud dropped to his knees and started working both our dicks simultaneously, slurping as he went from one to the other. I was playing gently with Shane’s ass at first, then bent over to grab the stud’s ass and finger his hole again. “Have you been in a sling before?” I asked. ”Never.” ”Wanna try it?” ”Hell yeah!” We moved him to the sling, helping him jump in and position himself. I slipped one ankle into a stirrup while Shane did the other. Then I grabbed his thighs and pulled him so his ass was hanging over the edge of the sling. I stepped to the side and put a bottle of poppers under his nose, giving him two hits to start. Shane was the first to fuck him, entering slowly so the stud could acclimate to his hold being stretched. His dick was presuming as he took Shane’s cock in his ass. Shane rocked the sling gently, his cock sliding in and out ever so gently as the main event began. The stud let out a soft moan, wincing slightly at the thickness of Shane’s cock as it opened him up more. It was slow and steady at first, the college stud starting to moan as Shane gave the first fuck of the evening. The stud was stroking his own dick, and I slapped my dick on his mouth until he opened up and swallowed it. “How do you like the sling?” Shane asked ”Oh my god, this is so fucking hot!” Shane took that as a signal to start fucking him harder. The chains began to jangle with the rhythm of the fuck, and the college boy was grunting as he swang back and forth, his ass meeting Shane’s pelvis with a slap each time. I was stroking watching the live porn, loving the sight of this college boy taking Shane’s raw cock in the sling. “You want some?” Shane asked me. ”Fuck yeah.” We switched spots and I slid right into the stud. His hole was soooo warm, and Shane had opened him nicely. I like to stand still, pushing and pulling the sling by the chains so he is fucking himself on my dick. I moved my hips to enter at different angles, stretching his young hole even wider as I took him raw. He never asked for a rubber or flinched at being barebacked. His tall frame looked incredibly hot spread out in the sling, legs caught in the stirrups so he was totally exposed. I wrapped one hand around his dick and used it to leverage fucking him while swinging the sling back and forth. “Oh fuck yeah!!” He kept saying as he was impaled. I started feeling the juices building up, and I knew this boy was in for a load. “You want my load, don’t you?” “Oh fuck yeah!” “You’re ready to take your first breeding in a sling, aren’t you?” “Oh fuck yeah!” I grabbed his hips and started pulling him back and forth harder, slamming my cock inside him as I left the amazing pleasure building in me. I felt his ass muscles tighten and relax around my cock. The look on his face was pure lust as he was fucked by someone he hadn’t known an hour ago. I finally let it loose, “Oh! Fuck! Yeah! Breed me!” I couldn’t speak, but just kept pumping, visualizing my load pushed deeper and deeper inside this stud. I felt an amazing rush knowing this guy had my load inside him. I stepped back roughly, catching my breath. He and Shane were making out, and he said quietly, “Oh fuck yeah. That was hot!” I needed to clear my head from the poppers, and went upstairs to grab some water and wash off my dick (I don’t know why, but I like to rinse off after cumming). I wasn’t in a rush, knowing Shane was there to occupy our guest. After a few minutes, I heard the sling chains jangling, and could hear the movement through the ceiling beams. I wandered back downstairs. Shane was in the sling, his legs suspended wide and his ass open for the stud who was pushing his thick dick into that waiting hole. Shane was still taking a hit of poppers when the stud’s dick sank inside him. He moaned his moan of first penetration, a sound I’ve heard escape from him countless times — a mix of mild pain and the thrill of taking a cock. He didn’t waste any time getting into a fast paced fuck, his pelvis slapping against Shane’s lubed ass, and both grunting and breathing heavy in a primal exchange. Shane was taking it hard, his head thrown back and eyes closed as he lost himself in the fuck. The stud was running one hand up and down Shane’s tight abs while he held onto Shane’s cock with the other. He wasn’t quite sure what to do with the chains, but he was maneuvering around them well enough. He slipped one of Shane’s toes into his mouth and sucked on it while he pounded into his hole. “I can’t last much longer,” the stud panted. “Can I cum in you?” “Cum in me,” Shane said between grunts. “Oh fuck yeah!” The stud started pounding straight in and out, holding Shane’s thighs for leverage as he went for the gold! He started letting out short breaths and closed his eyes, “OH FUCK! OH fuck. YEEEEAHHHHH!” I knew he was unleashing his load inside Shane. Shane let his own load go, splashing his cum across his abs and chest while the stud splashed inside his ass. The two rocked back and forth, grunting and shuddering as their orgasms shook them. The stud leaned forward over Shane in the sling, his dick still buried inside. They stayed there like that a minute or two before he eased his cock out of the hole he’d just bred. ”That was amazing,’ he panted as he stepped back. I jerked off again about an hour later on the couch, Shane asleep on the other end with the guy’s load still in him. I was feeling the sexual rush replaying the whole scene in my head again. Let me know if you enjoyed hearing tonight’s adventure.

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Ive fucked a twink couple who just opened their relationship. Rawdogged em both, when the other one wasn't in the room. They both love Daddy types, so I gave em something to remember me by- a nice toxic load for their stupid cunts.

The 85% figure means the reduction in infections in the entire study group -- including those who didn't take the meds properly. If you take the pills daily, the risk is reduced by at least 99%. And HIV is relatively hard to transmit to begin with (a single time bottoming unprotected for a poz top carries a risk of about 1.4%)... when you reduce that by 99% you end up with 0.014%. It's not quite zero, of course... there have been a very few cases (4 or 5?) where someone taking Prep correctly got HIV. And in those cases the guys had very low viral loads and had no trouble becoming undetectable. You run more risk of getting hit by a bus on the way to the sex club. Prep is a really good thing. Take it and don't worry.

Lol.that exact phrase has made me nut in an ass more than any other.

Hello and sorry for the delay in my story. I am excited to be back. Your kind words have been awesome. Who would think that this is a site you can make friends on and meet so many sweet and yet deviant people. ;o) Part 7, ‘Mr. C, I think this the street Mr. Ali lives on?’ ‘Yes, yes Lukas it is, it is the one up there with all the cars parked along the street. It looks like there might be quite a few people waiting on that cherry pie.’ ‘Oh no, I am sorry, I knew I was taking too long at Dr. Brads.’ ‘No worries son, they can wait, it will just make them a little more hungry and the pie to be even sweeter. Pull right up next to the garage; there should be a spot for us there.’ ‘Gosh, this must be some party and some special pie for all these people to be waiting’ I said with a laugh. ‘Oh I am sure a few other guys brought some of their own special treats over too, but I have been known to always bring the very best dish that many of these guys are waiting for. I also sent everyone a group text that this year’s cherry crop is the sweetest yet’ Mr. C said as he ran his hand up my thigh. ‘Lukas, your penis is rock hard and leaking all over your pants, what is that about?’ I said, ‘I am sorry Mr. C, I hoped you wouldn’t notice that, I am not sure what is going with him. I call it him, but yeah, he got hard right before we got to Dr. Brad’s house and I noticed when I was leaving there that I had a wet spot. Maybe I can hide it with an apron you think? Do you have an apron I could wear?’ ‘Well, no worries, it might get you a nice tip, tell you what, why don’t you take another one of these blue diamond vitamins, that might help it a little bit maybe your electrolytes are just low’, Mr. C said as he handed me another pill and bottle of Gatorade. ‘Oh this Gatorade tastes funny, I don’t think I ever had this flavor before,’ I said. Mr. C smiles and said it their new formula with extra vitamins and additives and tussled my hair. He told me to ‘grab the pie from the back warmer and take it around back to the side door of the garage and offer to help him get it inside. Be a good boy and do as he tells you and if you do, he will tip you well. Understood?’ ‘No worries Mr. C, I won’t let you down’, I said and he replied, ‘I have every confidence in you’ and I smiled and headed to the back of the truck…. I went to the warming bin, got the huge pie and started walking behind the house to the side door of the garage. There were two men on the back porch smoking cigars and wearing leather from head to toe. The first guy was huge, like 6’6” with dark hair. The back light porch was on and the light lit him from the side. He had leather pants on with boots up to his knees. He was wearing a leather hat, arm band, and had this leather harness thing on accenting his amazingly muscled and furry chest and stomach. The other person was tall and thin wearing an outfit very similar to the big dude, but just slightly less furry. He had this hood like thing over most of his head but also had a cigar in his mouth and was peeing into a solo cup. I thought it was interesting he was not just peeing in the flowerbed but he must have worried it would be bad for the plants or upset Mr. Ali or something. The tall muscle guy stared at me in a way that was as if he was looking right into or through me. I found myself staring back as I slowly walked by. He sort of gave me a head nod like ‘what’s up’ or ‘what are you doing back here’. I stopped and said ‘I am just the delivery boy bringing the cherry pie over.’ He then looked at his friend pissing and said, ‘Fuck, Tony has done it again hasn’t he?’ I didn’t know what he meant by that and at first I thought he was being disrespectful to Mr. C, but then I realized by the look on his face was more one of approval or envy or something else. He kind of gave me this strange look up and down. His eyes stopped at my thigh and his eyes got big. Oh darn I thought, I forgot about my erection and forgot to put the apron on. I just smiled and said ‘sorry it just gets like that often.’ He said, ‘No worries kid, mine is like that half my life.’ Then he said, ‘Fuck, I will have a huge helping of that pie in a little while.’ I stopped and just took a deep breath in for a minute and realized in the night air, his cigar smelled really awesome. I have never smoked or even thought of smoking since it is a devils addiction, it was really strange, but I swear my dick got even a little bit harder as I exhaled the night air with the faint smell of this cigar in it. The tall dude was watching me and had a surprised look on his face for some reason and said, ‘you know what? Well actually, kid can you tell Mr. Ali I want one of the first pieces of that and to have one of his servers bring that pie out to the playroom, I mean woodshed in a few minutes? I have quite a bit more of my cigar to enjoy and don’t want those other pigs devouring that pie before I get done with my cigar.’ I took in one last breath of the night air and his cigar and nodded to him as I entered the side door of the garage. The door to the house was right there. I couldn’t really knock very well with my arms full but I was able to get the door to the house open so I just let myself in. I was immediately greeted by this guy that looked like an Arab sheik out of a movie. I could see this huge pelt of black fur spilling over the top of his white throbe and the darkest jet black hair on his head under his ghutrad and agal. He was very handsome and a very powerful looking man. He immediately put both hands on my cheeks and said, ‘you must be Lukas? Here, here, here, put this down’ as he snapped his fingers and two of his servers came over to help me out. The two guys bowed and took the pie and set it on counter right next to us. I thought, boy, his staff are sure well trained, I could learn from their attentiveness back at the store. His hands were still on my cheeks and he said with quite an accent, ‘just look at you… would you…. just look at you. Perfect, pure and so blonde. Just like your fathhh, I mean Tony said you were.’ He turned me around and looked at me in full circle. Oh god, please do not let him notice my hard on, how fricken embarrassing. It was a little funny and I smiled thinking, I felt like I was at my grandmas when she would make me spin around and do her ‘look how big you have gotten’ routine. He immediately snapped his fingers and said ‘drink for the boy’. One of the servers very quickly brought him over a glass with ice and dark liquid it in; I figured it was a coke probably. He handed it to me and said, you must be thirsty, please drink. I didn’t know what to do, I thought I really should just get the money for the pie and get back to the truck; I didn’t want to keep Mr. C waiting again. I didn’t want to be rude and not accept his drink. I knew Mr. C told me to be good and do what he said. But did he mean this? Oh no, I thought to myself, what should I do? Oh, I know I could use my cards he gave me! So I asked myself ‘should I take his drink and be social for a minute’? I pulled out the second card in my pocket and it said, ‘absolutely, yes’. Mr. Ali apparently had saw what I was doing and was looking at me funny. I apologized and told him it was my first day and I was new and didn’t want to mess things up so I explained the cards Mr. C had given me. As I said that, I reached my hand out and took his drink. I took one big swig and realized it tasted terrible. Oh man, I have a whole mouth of this, I cant spit it out, I swallowed reluctantly with one big gulp. He laughed and smiled and said ‘oh I should have told you, this is a very special traditional celebration drink and most people from my country sip it to start and then it gets easier to swallow. It kind of helps you relax a little bit.’ Relax? I thought to myself, I cant relax, I have to get back to work. He put his hand on my shoulder and started to lead me around and show me his house. The place was packed with men all around the house and kind of looking and staring at us. I guess we looked so different. Me young, blond, in my tiny little pizza uniform without a penny in my pocket and on my first day of work…. and him well dressed, dark, well educated, smart, successful, obvisouly very rich and important. I kept thinking man, I got to get back to the truck. So I was drinking my drink as quickly as I could and trying to remember the maze of rooms and people of how I would get back to the kitchen. I then thought, how do I bring up about the money for the pie. Am I supposed to collect or no? So I asked myself another question…. ‘ is it rude to ask him for the money? I reached in and pulled out the third card and it said. ‘absolutely, yes’. So I decided to not worry about the money. Mr. Ali, then asked me to have another drink and do him a favor. Oh man, Mr. C is probably freaking out wondering what is taking me so long, but I said what would you like Mr. Ali? He said, have another drink and maybe help me for a few minutes? There will be a nice gift for you if you do.’ I said I didn’t want to get in trouble with Mr. C. and he said, well why don’t you ask the cards, he gave them to you right? I thought, ok, the cards haven’t let me down yet, yes, I will ask the cards. So I thought to myself, ‘cards, should I have another drink and stay to help?’ Card #4, said, ‘absolutely, yes’. He look at the card, and said, very well then. He snapped his fingers and said, ‘drink for the boy’. I didn’t want to be rude and say to him that I turned 18 and I am now a man, but I thought that would be rude to correct him. I said, ‘this drink is for celebration? What are you celebrating?’ He said ‘this is somewhat of an Ali family reunion week, every year he brings some of the unmarried and married men from his country and other extended family from around the world to his home in the US for a few days. Most are here to find their soul mate, but a few just need to sew either oats before they go back home. Many came on private jets so their soul mates don’t have to worry about passports and customs and all that kind of thing. They can just sneak away without the paparazzi and media finding out. As we walked, several of the men commented to him he should get this moving, that the pie needs to be served before everyone gets blue balls, a couple even gave him a high 5. I had always thought the expression was that important royals like his family were blue bloods, but they must have said blue balls and I didn’t hear correctly. Anyway, we were back in the kitchen and I was starting to feel a little funny. His servers had cut into the pie and they had several plates of it on the counter. All of a sudden I remember the big dude that was in the back yard had said he wanted his pie delivered to him. Oh no, where did he want it taken? Oh, the woodshed, so I said to Mr. Ali, ‘there was this really big dude, I mean friend of yours on the back porch and wanted one of the first pieced of the pie and he wanted his pie brought to the woodshed. At least I am pretty sure he said woodshed?’ Mr. Ali said, ‘Oh? He did huh? That is your fathhh…. I mean Mr. C.’s best friend Terry. Terry is from Canada and travels the world. But yes, he is someone we want to keep very happy. Would you do me a favor Lukas?’ I said, ‘sure, what it is?’ Mr. Ali was over at the freezer putting a couple things in a brown paper bag and then I saw him put a couple of the spray cans like Mr. C had me get from his rec room and put those in the bag too. He then grabbed a really big piece of pie, and said. ‘Please, please boy, don’t delay, the other servers are all busy, please take this pie and this bag to Terry down in the woodshed.’ Just follow the path in the backyard past the pool and gardens and look for the small building with no windows and the red light above the door. Please don’t make a fuss, just knock once and enter and quietly and say. Sir, I have your present here and please take my cherry pie. Now I know Lukas you didn’t really make the pie, but tell him that exactly, ok? ‘Ok, I go down the path, to the building with the red light, I knock once, enter quietly and say….Sir, I have your present here and please take my cherry pie.’ I smiled and said, ‘got it right’? Mr. Ali, said, ‘perfect, it’s a bit of a long trail now, so don’t wait and don’t forget.’ ‘No worries Mr. Ali, I won’t let you down’. I then turned and headed down the dark path with my brown bag and cherry pie.

PART 4 ”You have my cock so hard Chris. Such an eager little cocksucker. Yeah, lick that precum. It’s all for you sexy boy,” Tom murmurred encouragingly. Maybe a few times the thought 'Oh, fuck, this guy is my neighbor' crosed my mind, but I certainly didn't dwell on any issues: it was all happening very, vast, fast, an besides, indisputably, I loved being on my knees, worshiping his beautiful man cock. It had such a perfect mushroom head, full and pronounced. It felt perfect inside my mouth, resting on my tongue. And that long thick veiny shaft, with just the slightest barely there upward curve felt like hot steel. His massive balls that I couldn’t quite fit into my mouth in a nice tight sack. I just wanted it more and more. I was losing control. Trying to suck it all into my throat and gagging. Finally, Tom pulled me off his cock. I looked up worried I wasn’t pleasing him. I think he sensed my concern and reassured me saying "That feels almost too good sexy boy, and we are just getting started. I’m not ready to let you make me cum yet. Right now I need to more of you. Get up and go over to and stand facing the desk and spread your legs a little. God, that ass is so beautiful. Such a perfect boy butt. Now, bend over and grab the desk. I just want to see what it looks... oh what an amazing hole. You have the most perfect asshole, Chris.” This entire time I was following orders, and apparently I enjoyed my role as my cock was rock hard and throbbing. Yeah, I loved hearing how much he liked me. A super hot man with a huge cock thought I was sexy and had a great ass. Breaking me out of my thoughts, he spoke again, “ Chris, what’s on your mind? Is there something else you want to try now maybe?” I was a little shy, but it felt safe to admit to Tom "That thing you said where you licked a guys butt. Is that... did you want to maybe try that with me?” I've gotta admit, even horny out of my mind, I was blushing. Fortunately Tom was very, very smooth: “You have no idea how bad I want to kiss and lick your boy hole, Chris. Here come over and lie on the bed and pull your knees up. Yeah like that, so I can see that little hole. It’s so pretty. I swear it’s like it’s asking me to play with it and make it feel good. Do you want that Chris, to have me make your boy hole feel good?” Laying on the edge of the bed, my knees pulled up, practically able to feel his breath on my hole, I lost and begged a little for the first time. “Please, Tom, do it. I never wanted to have somebody play with my butt like this before. Please do it. Anything. Your tongue or your fingers even.” His reply was short, “I won’t make you wait. I can see you need it.” And with that he moved in, inhaling the scent of my crack and then slowly teasing my hole. The electric shock of pleasure made me buck. “Oh fuck!” I exclaimed. He was an artist with his mouth and had me squirming and writhing and barely able to breathe. It felt so good. And then when he pushed his tongue and tried to fuck me with it, I just melted completely. “Oh god oh god that feels so good. It feels so fucking good!” I blurted. And then he stopped. His attentions to my ass were a whole new realm of experience, such that I had no idea even existed. I wanted more, most definitely, but was also aware the pleasure Tom was eliciting from my ass took precidence even over my cock. I desperately wanted to experience more of the pleasure he had been giving my young asshole. I needed to feel more. “That hole - damn," Tom remarked, adding "I could eat that asshole every day. Nothing is better than a hot eager boyhole.” I was so happy. He had loved doing it, and apparently wanted to do it every day. I had pleased him. Now he continued, “Look at my cock Chris. Look it’s even harder now. All because of your hole. Your little hole makes me this hard. I really want to try something with you. I think you will really like it. I love it and guys who love having their butts eaten seem to just really LOVE it.” Reaching under the bed, he pulled out a small brown bottle which he offered to me saying "These are called poppers. Have you heard of them?” I just shook my head. He continued explaining "You just sniff it and it’s totally harmless but it just... well I promise you, you will really love it. It will make you even hornier than you are now.” He unscrewed the cap and out the bottle to his nose and held one nostril shut and took a deep breath of the poppers and held it. “See, it’s super safe but.... oh man, fuck yeahhhh,” he moaned as he slowly stroked his giant dick. Handing the bottle to me, Tom provided instructions saying "One more time, one nostril at a time and hold it in. Hold on one sec Chris. I want to watch you take your first sniffs. And I want to just get some of this on me.” He had pulled out some lube and was stroking it onto his cock. He then took a blob and rubbed it onto my hole. I said nothing but definitely noticed that a guy had just put lube on my butt. I wondered if Tom wanted to fuck me. Before I had a chance to think Tom instructed "Okay, Chris, here use that pillow for your neck. Yeah, like that. Now lift those legs up so I can see your hole. Now take two breaths in each nostril just when I tell you to, okay?” I nodded, so horned up and so out of control already with lust. And then he spoke,”Take a nice deep breath and hold it. Okay, again. Now other side deep breath. Hold it. One more time. Hold it.”

PART 7 Rom and his friend walked in the room and shut the door. I was laying on my back on the bed with my elbows propping me up. It wasn’t exactly bright lights in the tiny room, but it was light enough. I took the new guy in, really really aware he had already been told there wAs a bottom that took it bareback waiting for him. I didn’t get his age, but he was somewhere around 45, give or take a year or two. He had long legs and I guessed he was maybe 6’ 1”, But he was pretty lean. He had a light patch of greying hair on his chest and his face was clean shaven. His mostly grey hair was cut very short. He wore his towel low on his hips. I thought he was hot as hell. Ron spoke up, “Chris this is my friend Steven. Steven meet my sexy young friend Chris. Chris, is Steven your type?” I nodded vigorously. “Steven, did I deliver on my promise of a beautiful young sexy bottom boy?” “ Hell yes you did,” said Steven, adding to me, “it is so nice to meet you sexy boy. Ron here told me this is your first time here? And your first time barebacking?” I nodded. “Well, I understand. Man sex is hot enough, but in a place like this where everyone is so fucking horny ano practically naked and its just us men, so we can have the freedom to explore. Like you explored tonight. I gotta tell you Chris, seeing you there like that, it makes me really want you. It makes me want to fuck you.” Ron had stepped back, making it obvious he was just there to watch. I didn’t care at that point. “I... I think you are really hot too Steven. Do you like to bareback too?” It was at this point that he finally let his towel drop and I got to see his hardening cock for the first time. My eyes were just glued to it, as he slowly gripped it and began to stroke. He was getting hard really fast. And fuck, he was hung. It was perfect. 8. 5 inches with beautiful cut head that topped a thick shaft that had just the slightest most perfect curve. He had trimmed most of the hair away and his balls were shaved. His balls...big round balls, the kind that probably make a lot of cum. His package was magnificent. “It’s so fucking perfect,” I marveled out loud. “I am so glad you like it so much, baby. I’m gonna give you a chance to touch it, and lick it, and suck it... and then it’s going all the inside you. Every. Single. Bit. Is that ok, baby? Is it ok if I fuck you deep?” I am sure I was nodding when I blurted out “I wanna do that all for you just please fuck me bareback.” He looked down at me smiling. “Of course I am gonna fuck you raw Chris.” And then as he leaned into me and i prepared for a kiss, he added, “and I promise you I am not pulling out til all my cum is in that little hole. Is that ok baby?” Looking in his eyes, I nodded. As he leaned in and kissed me hard, I realized very acutely, I had already agreed to lick and suck this strangers cock before letting him fuck my already beaten up hole bareback until he cums inside of me. And I had no idea if he was hiv positive. And I knew it didn’t matter because I would have let him fuck me no matter if he was positive or not. And that totally scared me and totally turned me on. And I knew when this night was over, I was gonna spend a lot of time thinking why I had all of a sudden started hoping the guys I was with had hiv. But right now as my mouth opened and his tongue invaded, I just melted. My cock was like steel and I just wanted him. And I wanted him to be poz. I had to know. As I broke the kiss, I whispered “Steven it’s ok with me if you are, but I just wanted to know.... are you hiv.” He cut me off before I finished. “Yeah sexy. I’m poz. And I know that’s ok with you. I can tell. It’s so sexy. You’re so sexy, that hungry hole. I can’t wait to be inside you.” And i couldn’t wait either.

Part 6: My son is learning. Later that day, I got a text from the biker saying that he wanted to breed me again. I explained that the breaker was still with me and gave him a brief rundown of my conversation with the breaker. The biker told me that he had texted the breaker but he did not reply. The biker told we that the thought of us having another 3 way got him rock hard, and he would love to have the 3 of us play together again. I told him I wasn’t sure that the breaker would be up for it, but I would ask him, but if he said no, I wanted his toxic load in me again. The breaker noticed that I had received a text message and asked about it. I told him that the biker had texted me and wanted to play again. I told him that the biker said that he had texted him, but no reply. The breaker thanked me for my honesty and admitted that he did not respond to the biker as he was still not sure about taking a toxic load. I told the breaker I understood and so did the biker. Just then the breaker got a text from the biker, which he read aloud to me. Basically the text said that he would love to have another 3 way, and that the breaker would not have to take a load unless he wanted to. The biker continued by telling the breaker that he would love to be seeded by him in the sling, and that as a top, there would be minimal risk if he did. The biker continued by saying that he admired watching his stamina while he bred me in the sling. The breaker didn't respond immediately, but stopped to ask me if it was true that there would be minimal risk if he bred a positive guy. I told him that was my understanding. The breaker said he really enjoyed the father/son role play that we had together, and that he would be up to breed the biker in the sling. I told the breaker that I would let the biker know that. Just after the biker texted the breaker, the breaker got a text from his roomie, saying that he was worried about him not coming home. The breaker confided that his roomie was straight, and that he had no ide that he was gay. The breaker told his roomie that he went out to a bar, and met a woman, and that he got drunk, and she invited him back to her place where they fucked like rabbits. I just laughed and told him at least he didn't lie about fucking like rabbits! The breaker was still uncertain about having another 3 way, and I told him to do what was in his heart. He told me that he truly trusted me, and felt confident that I would protect him from being seeded by the biker again, unless he changed his mind, and if so he would tell me so. Just then, I received another text from the biker asking if it was on. The breaker asked if it was a text from the biker, and I said yes. The breaker said he was up for watching the biker breed me, but he wasn’t sure he wanted another toxic load in him, but he thought it would be hot to breed the biker in the sling. I told the biker that it was on, but to respect the breakers wishes on not being seeded . The biker responded saying he would respect the breakers wishes, but he still wanted to seed me again, and that he had a special treat for me. I could tell by the bulge in the breakers boxer that he was becoming aroused about the thought of another 3 way. Now he didn't tell me he wanted to breed me again, but he sent a text to the biker telling him it was a go, but he wanted to preload me first. The biker texted that back to me telling me what the breaker had said, and I told him that I would make a pre loading suggestion to the breaker. I told the breaker that I wanted to be pre lubed before our 3 way, and he just grinned and asked "whatever gave you that idea?" I immediately grabbed his cock and said this. The breaker told me that he really wanted to breed the biker, and I explained that I knew he was capable of multiple breedings. With that, the breaker grabbed my hand, and said lets fuck daddy! It was another great role play daddy/son session. This time, the breaker was a bit more aggressive in his breeding. He simply spit on my ass, and plunged his 9 inches in balls deep on the first thrust. Once I was on my back, he started to pinch my nipples quite hardly. He could see that it had an immediate effect on my cock. He told me that he wanted to make me cum, and then lick my load from me and kiss me. I just told him to pinch my nips a bit more, to which he did. I came quite quickly, with a load that hit my chin. He started to fuck me more aggressively, and told me to ask him if I was ready for his sons seed. The boy was learning to be a pig, and I loved it. After he shot in me, he licked the cum from me, and swapped it with me. He checked his phone, and saw another message from the biker asking where we were. He responded that he had some business to do, but it would be worth the wait! I then retrieved the glass butt plug and told the breaker to plug me. He started to put it gently up my ass, to which I said just ram it in. He reluctantly agreed, and shoved it in, bringing tears to my eyes. He immediately apologized to which I told him pain was a great part of sex. He agreed saying that although it really hurt the fist time the biker entered him, there was a weird pleasure to it. With that I texted the biker and told him that we were on our way. He said he would be naked, and waiting with drinks. To be honest, I wasn't sure what this 3 way would be like. The breaker had certainly started to become a lot more piggy. In my mind, I trusted the biker, but still remembered that he had stealthed the breaker. The biker was upfront with me telling me that he was toxic, but yet the breaker had no indication that he was positive when they first fucked. I thought perhaps the biker did give him some indications, but that the breaker did not understand them. After we got into my SUV, the breaker grabbed my hand tightly. He told me that although it was a difficult weekend for him, he really enjoyed it, and appreciated me about explaining about a lot of things. I told him that it had been a special weekend for me also, and that it was quite difficult for me also. I explained that in the gay world, there are lots of players. Some wanted to infect others, others would say that they are positive, yet undetectable, which in reality is the truth. He told me that this was his first time with random hook ups, and I told him I kinda figured that out. I leaned over and kissed him deeply and told him although it was an emotional wreck for both of us, I was happy to be a part of his adventure. He agreed, and asked me if we could keep in touch after he was gone, and I said most definitely. I noticed that he was becoming aroused again as we pulled into the campground, and told him to save that for a bit later. I started to open the door, to which he stopped me, asking if I would protect him. I told him that I would do my best, but one must protect himself. I told him that if in the future he did a random hook up to let one of his friends know what address he was going to. He said that he couldn't do that now, so I suggested that before we went into the RV he take a picture of the license plate. If things went well, just deleted it, but if not, he could at least show where he was. I didn't want to worry him anymore, and simply asked if he was ready. He planted his lips on me and said yes daddy! As we approached the RV he snapped a picture of the license, and of the area. We walked to the door, with him still sprouting a rock hard cock. I simply grabbed it, and said see you are raring to go again!

Part 3 Dante While the slam began to flow through Chris’s body and he began to cough I was positioning my hard poz cock at the entrance to his neg virgin ass. Once his coughing stopped and I could see the change in him that I knew the slam would bring I directed Chris to look into the mirror above the sling as I readied to slip inside him. Chris As my coughing began to stop I stared to feel this strong urge deep inside me as I looked up at the masculine man standing between my legs. He told me to look up at the mirror above me where I could see he dark brown cock resting against my ass. Dante seemed to be teasing me as he would push a little against my hole as if he was going to insert his cock only to pull back. This was starting to drive me crazy to the point I was starting to try and move my ass to get him to finally give me what he knew, and finally I admired to myself, I needed…… his cock I my ass. I asked, no, I begged and pleaded for Dante to give me his cock. I watched as he began to push forward as his cock easily slipped inside me finally giving me a feeling of completeness. While I watched his cock slide inch by inch into me I couldn’t help but moan. Some how I knew it was my place, no my duty to give him pleasure as he finally bottomed out balls deep in me. He rested there as I watched him take a syringe and administer his own slam. After he was done I could see a change in him, change I would come to desires and enjoy as I felt his cock spasm inside me as knew he was cumming. He leaned into me and we kissed as he slowly pulled his cock back before driving back in my hole. Dante As usual I shot a huge load of my poz cum right after I administered my slam. It was now time to start fucking this boy and turn him into my personal fuck toy. I took it slow to start known he was a virgin. I knew in the he’d learn that his place was you please me, the seed was already planted in his drugged up mind the next step to cement it as a permanent part of his place in life was going to be easy. I fucked him for a nearly an hour before I was ready to give him another load of my dirty seed. I looked down at him asking him, “What do you want?” The instructions I had given him earlier were still fresh in his mind when he answered, “I want you to get me pregnant, knock me up, cum inside me.” It was at that moment I knew I had him and that he knew it too, his ass belonged to me. Chris As I was asking Dante to give me his cum, you knock me up and impregnate me I had a sudden flash from school. My religious, uptight parents didn’t let me take sex ed, but I had heard it from several of my classmate who had about save sex and STD's wondering if this strong, healthy got who had helped me discover what, or actually, who I really am could give me anything more then his cum. I start to beg Dante more and more to cum in me, it was more then just a request it was a desire. For some reason I didn’t feel satisfied unless Dante was cumming inside me. I knew when Michael fucked his girlfriend the never used a condom and always shot his wad in her. Dante deserved the same from me as I felt his cock grow thicker and harder before he trusted one more time seeming to go deeper inside me as he delivered his seed. The more Dante fucked me the more I stared to think how much I needed him to not just fuck me, but cum inside me. At one point I reached turn thinking I’d stroke my own cock to discover that I was not just soft but it seemed that my own cock get shriveled up. Dante looked down at me when a shit eating grin telling me, “You are a true bottom bitch, can’t get hard when a real man fucks you. I told you that you're nothing more than my fuck hole and I know as I look into your eyes that you’re enjoying it.” I am not sure how long Dante fucked me, but he seemed to sense that we needed a break when he suggested we take a dip in the pool than head into the house to grab some well deserved sleep in his bed. He helped me out of the sling . and on to my feet as he steadied me allowing my legs to respond after being in that position all night long. We left the pool house and dove right into the refreshing water. Dante swam over to me giving me a gentle hug and a kiss before we made our way out of the pool. There were a few new faces now and without a word I could tell Dante was using is crew that I was his and to leave me alone as we made our way through the house to his bedroom. Along the way he stopped to tell one of his crew something before we reached his bedroom. We climbed to his bed as he got behind me n and pulled me close against his naked body. I should feel his cock growing hard and knew he wouldn't be satisfied unless he had my ass one more time. It seemed my body knew that as well when I instinctively began to push back trying to get how cock back inside me. Dante’s cock slid inside me as if it was to be its home from now on. It was at that moment I realized that my ass belonged to Dante. This fuck was more animalistic since it seemed Dante was looking to get off fast. As brutal as it seemed I had no complaints knowing the only thing he wanted was a good orgasm to help him sleep. It only till a few minutes before he was shooting his load inside me again before we drifted off to sleep when his semi hard cock still legged inside me.

Jr high. 9th or 10th grade. Had discovered bathroom sex and abs. Looked older than I was and never got ID'ed at the abs. For details message me

To me, it is just as important to get in his head as his body. Verbal abuse sets the the tone and and emphasizes anything you do to him physically. Hair pulling is hot; pulling his hair while you choke him is hotter; doing both while whispering in his ear that he is a dirty little faggot that was born to get fucked and take loads is hottest. Tell him how you want him to act. Tell him what youre going to do to him and how he should feel about it. Tell him how good it feels to relegate him to an object simply for you sexual gratification. "Mmmmm you little faggot boy, are you my bitch in heat? You want me to fuck your sissy boy pussy? Show me you want it, slut. Show me how much you want it, bitch. Mmmm, oh yeah, I'm gonna shove my fuck meat in you. Oh, yess...I know it hurts. You gonna cry? My lil bitch is gonna cry cuz I tearing your pussy? STOP YOUR CRYING! Take this dick! I'm gonna fuck you until you cum all over this dick like a real bitch. Fuck yeah, you love it when a huge cock rips you apart, huh? That's right bitch, love my dick! Tell me you love my dick. NOW YELL IT OUT! I WANT THE NEIGHBORS TO KNOW THAT YOU LOVE MY DICK! Now ask me nicely to spank your ass. Beg for it. I don't believe you, say it like to mean it." Vary your tone, cues, and volume. Keep him guessing. Push and pull him in psychologically (like a love-hate thing). Make him verbalize back what you want to hear. It all reinforces in his mind that he's there to serve you. ...just speaking as a psychology minor and total bottom who has been in many dom relationships/settings.

Just as Mike and Jim were getting undressed for their regular recharge gathering Nate slammed his big cock so hard into my asshole that I was braced against the sofa and it slid the sofa about two feet across the carpet. He shot a massive poz load deep in my ass as I backed up as hard as he was slamming forward. "Nice fucking seeding there Nate" observed Jim as he squatted to get his cock in my mouth. Jim was cut but real thick and about 8 inches long. Filled up my mouth really full. I could feel it pulse as I swallowed his thrusts. Nate refused to unplug from my hole as he continued to grind his load in my pink hole. I loved the idea of having this big black cock in my ass sliding in and out of a cum slippery dripping well stretched hole. Eventually Nate did go limp from exhaustion and pulled away and Mike mounted me immediately as I was still sucking on Jim's thick cock. I hadn't even had the chance to see Mikes cock since I had been a little busy. After a few minutes of hard pounding Mike told me to get on all fours on the floor and he was right back in and pumping. I had never seen so much eager fucking in one place. His cock was not as thick as Jim's but it felt real long. He was taking long strokes and was never in peril of slipping out. It didn't take him long to work out a long lasting orgasm of mega squirts of poz cum that he injected far deep into my guts. I had never felt more a well bred man. I never dreamed that when I came to get knocked up that there would be such a variety of seed to get injected with. I am thinking.... these guys are good at what they do. I knew for certain that I was as good as hiv positive as I will ever be. My ass was getting really sore even with all the cum draining out around the shafts of those nice cocks. These guys fuck for effect. (to be continued)

I totally agree with you, so fucking hot ! I've watched a couple of vids of him getting barebacked by sick looking guys, makes this vid even hotter, knowing he's a AIDS faggot... Just shame he's given meds, should be given meth instead...

I'm in a long distance relationship, so I don't get to see my partner very much. I've been dealing with it by fucking regularly with a guy at work. I figure that's better than getting cock from a bunch of strangers. My fuckbud has an average length dick, but it's thick with a large, gorgeous head - which feels awesome smashing against my prostate or the back of my throat. He also shoots massive loads. Last night, I went to his place, where he proceeded to drive my crazy with his tongue. Fucked me missionary, before turning me over onto my stomach. I love this position - his cock has a slight downward curve, and it hits me in all the right places. He alternated between fucking me flat on my face or pulling me up to my knees to pound me "like a bitch." We fucked for over and hour. By the end of it, my hole was a cummy mess, and his load had been fucked out of my hole and dripped down, slathering my balls. Next morning, I was still asleep when I felt him kissing my back and teasing my hole with his cock. I lifted up my ass. He pushed in, using his cum from last night as lube. He went to town right away. Pounded the shit out of me and left another load in me.

Part V. It was our first night as go-go boys, but we’d both been doing more fucking than we’d been dancing, well, being bred more than anything. My boy had taken five loads from Dylan, Bobby, and Alex, all of whom were POZ. And I’d taken five from Dylan, Bobby, Alex, and Johnny. We hadn’t asked about Johnny’s cum, since it seemed a moot point now. Johnny handed my boy his leather jockstrap, and me my gold shorts, and smacked us on our rumps. ‘Go get those dollars boy. The only smell I like more than cum is desperation!’ We hopped into our underwear, and went out to work the room. Dylan came up to me, and started introducing me to some of his clients. I lost track of my boy for a bit, but then saw Bobby working the room with him. There must have been over two hundred guys there, and many of them had money in their hands. They stroked my ass as they stuck bills into my waistband, some even playing with my hole. I was shivering a bit from nervousness, and from the chill in the room. Most of these guys were fully clothed, but I was barefoot and nearly naked. Each time a strange man’s hand cupped my ass cheeks or stroked my chest, I shook all over. That clearly turned some of these guys on. I felt so vulnerable, but so sexy. As Dylan kept introducing ‘his new boy’ around to guys, Johnny would talk to whomever we’d just been speaking to. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Alex doing the same behind Bobby and my boy. I saw Johnny with a stack of bills in his grubby hands and realized that he was negotiating prices for the rest of our night. I shuddered at how seedy and dangerous this situation had become. This was clearly not standing on a table flirting with guys, with was raw fucking in public with really risky guys. Maybe I was paranoid, but it seemed like the younger hotter guys were interested in handing money to Alex to be with my boy, and the older heavier guys wanted time with me. After twenty minutes or so, Dylan and Bobby took the stage, now in matching silver sequined g-strings, alongside two guys in their late 20s, who seemed to be a little worse for wear. Johnny told me that they had started three years ago, and seemed to be lasting longer than most of his dancers. I couldn’t see my boy or Alex anywhere. Johnny ushered me backstage and shoved me into a private booth. ‘Look,’ he said, ‘I’ve got some customers who have paid good money for a few minutes alone with you. I’ll be right outside if there’s trouble. You just give them what they want, and we won’t have any problems.’ He turned around and pulled a curtain closed. He hadn’t told me how much money I’d be making, or how many guys there were, or what kind of tricks I’d be turning. I didn’t have to wait long before I found out. The first guy, a heavyset trucker, came in with a can of beer in his hand. He guzzled it down, and then unzipped his fly. I knelt before him and he whipped out his dick, soft, and wrinkled. I opened my mouth for him and he shoved his cock in. I started to work my lips up and down the shaft and he grunted, ‘No. I ain’t here to cum…’ I then felt a torrent of acrid piss flowing into my mouth. I knew I would need to swallow or it would spill everywhere. He kept pissing and I kept gulping. He pulled out, shook it a few times, zipped up, and walked out. What the fuck had just happened? I heard Johnny say, ‘NEXT!’ and seconds later, the curtain parted and two business guys came in, both in their 60s, both with round bellies falling over their slacks. They took off each other’s suit jackets and folded them gingerly over the back of the booth. One untied his tie and put it over the other guy’s eyes like a blindfold, and used the other tie to bind his friend’s hands together. ‘Breed him,’ the other guy said to me. I nodded, and jerked my cock to get it hard. No condoms in sight, and I was about to raw fuck this business guy. The guy pulled his friend’s slacks down and then his boxers, spreading his cheeks wide, then spitting into his hole. ‘Fuck him!’ I nodded and slid right in with some difficulty. This guy was pretty dry, surely no lube or seed in his hole. ‘He’s really dry.’ I said. ‘Then lube him up.’ I knelt down to eat this business guy’s ass, and the other dude shook his head no, pointing to my ass. I let him scoop some of the seed leaking out of my hole, and work it into the guy’s butthole. That juice and jizz mixture was enough to slide in easily. I eased my cock into the man and he pushed back on it to meet my thrusts. The other guy kept his clothes on, but I could see his cock was hard, and a wet spot of precum was forming on his slacks. I buried myself in the guy’s ass and let my load go. The guy underneath me kept saying, ‘Oh fuck. Oh fuck…’ over and over again as he pulled up his trousers and rushed out of the booth. The other guy smiled at me as he pulled on his jacket, saying, ‘Thanks for breeding my partner, man.’ He shoved a fifty-dollar bill into my hand and left. I shoved it under the booth cushion as Johnny said, ‘NEXT!’ again. Two guys walked in, maybe in their 40s, and they seemed more nervous than me. The both pulled down their pants and sat down. ‘We want lap dances, and we might want to fuck you a little too…,’ one of the men said. They both looked like college athletes who were still sexy but a little softer than they used to be. They were both hard, so I eased down on the one closest to me, sliding my cummy ass all over his crotch, and then moved onto the next guy. The other guy had been wanking while I teased his friend, and he held his cock straight up. I knew he wanted to get the tip into me. My hole was still pretty stretched-out so it caught his glans easily and I squirmed around on it. I lowered myself down a few inches as the guy started thrusting his hips up and down. I raised up and lowered myself onto his buddy, and the other guy was so turned on that, after a few thrusts, I found myself taking another load from a stranger. ‘Fuck!,” his friend shouted, ‘So hot seeing you take his POZ load!’ I just grinned, not knowing what else to do. I pulled off and lowered onto the other cock that I was there to service. The guy pumped me a few times before breeding me as he shouted, ‘Take that dirty cum!’ I sat on his cock until it softened and plopped out of me. The two guys left, and Johnny popped his head in. He tossed a jockstrap at me, smiled, and told me to follow him. I hopped into the jock, tucking the money under the cushion into the elastic, feeling several fresh loads ooze out of my ass and down my thighs. Conclusion to follow with Part VI... P.S. If you like, please comment. Your comments make me hard and pre-cummy...

Part two: So I get up and get dressed and take my sore ass home only to lay in bed and start putting my fingers in my ass while I jacked myself off; I even scooped up my cum and ate it and falling right to sleep. Oh the dreams I must have had that night I woke up with a raging hard on and thought about jacking off, but remembered I had to be at this rest area by noon and it was 9:30, so I get up do my chores and the scene from the day before kept coming back in my mind that just a day ago I was straight and liked girls, and in less than 24 hours I had sucked another guys cock, and a black one at that; swallowed his cum and got fucked by another guy without a condom, was I gay now? I didn’t feel gay; but my cock kept getting hard at the thought of me getting fucked like a girl and sucking off another man!! At 11:30 I bail and head to the park; scared that if I am not there on time this guy would show up at my parents’ house! So I am walking down the road to where I was told to go and found an old brick building off the road, there were several cars parked around, some guys were reading the paper, some were walking along the road by their cars, and some were empty. So I walk into the men’s room and sure enough the white guy is standing there next to the sink; Drop your shorts so I can see if you got underwear on, I start to look around and he yelled, NOW BITCH! I thought I was going to faint not knowing if anyone else was there, but I did what he said and showed him I didn’t have any underwear on. Take off your shorts and give them to me now bitch, then get in the cubicle. So I do it so he wouldn’t yell at me again, since I was no match for him since I was only 140 pounds at 5’11, I was called skinny Minnie in school, and hated confrontation. So I get in the stall and sit down,with only my sneaker on and the white guy comes in the stall with me and asks my name; so I tell him it was Chris, Dan is mine he stated, then he pulled down he pants and told me to get to work, I asked him if it was safe, at this point he grabs me by the throat and pushes me back against the wall and said you are a mans bitch now, you don’t ask, you just do; Understand you fucking bitch? All I could do was nod, as he let me go, he again told me to get to work, I grabbed his cock and started to suck on it. As I was sucking he gave me a bottle and told me that they call them poppers, like the one you had yesterday. So I inhale some and got a rush and started to work a little harder on sucking him, he said that is a good piggy bitch. The guy then pulls out this pipe and puts the lighter under it and starts to hit it a couple of times. He then told me it was my turn, well I don’t smoke, but is was to scared to tell him that; so he put the pipe to my lips and I inhale and started coughing really hard but within minutes I as so fucking high, I didn’t care who came in. I started sucking him for all it was worth but he pulled his cock from my mouth, opened the stall door and told me to go lean over the sink!! I walk over to the sink not caring who sees me and he tells me to spread em, sounded like a cop getting ready to search me. I look back and he is getting finger full of lube and dipping it into the same bag as yesterday and starts to push it up my horny as hell ass, I even found myself pushing back enjoying the feeling. I kept feeling higher and higher with every second, I was almost pleading with the guy to fuck me. He starts to laugh and told me I would be a pure cumdump in no time! He then lined his cock up and pushed in and I just laid my head on the sink submitting to another man who was now making me his bitch to breed and use, and I was loving it. Dan as now going to town tell me how tight of an ass I had and I would be well known in the park before the end of summer. I soon found out what he ment. Dan started to really slam his cock in my ass and I was now telling him how much I loved the feel of his cock and fuck me and use me anyway he wanted; again he laughed and said he planned on it. I hit the poppers again and was in overdrive pushing back, Dan asked me if I wanted his load pumping in me, OH GOD YEEEEEES!! FUCK ME PLEASE, cum in me, he then said I was about to get knocked up again with his babies, all I could do is beg him to impregnate me, put your babies in me, knock me up make me your bitch!!! I then felt that strange swelling and him breathing hard as he told me he was cuming in my piggy bitch ass and I would know it soon enough if I got knocked up!! All I could think of was carrying his baby in my belly and smiled as he pulled out knowing I was now a man’s property to use for their sexual pleasures! Dan told me to turn around and clean his cock off, I didn’t even think were his cock had been, I just got down on my knees and licked and sucked it clean. He then handed me my shorts and told me to put them on and to follow him, I of course did without worry………..