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PART ONE My name is David and I’m an athletic 20 y/o straight guy. Correction: I thought I was!!! I used to spend my weekends hanging out with my girlfriend, but now I spend them lying in a sling getting gangbanged and getting my as filled up with loads of cum. I knew my GF since I was 9 y/o and I thought that I was in love with her, so I didn’t explore my sexuality. In one night I was converted all thanks to some white crystals. It all started a few months ago when my GF and I broke up because she was fucking another guy. To be honest… I felt relieved. Finally I could also spend time with my friends in the weekends. Not that I hardly see them; 7 years ago we started a Parkour (free-running) team after we saw some YouTube vids about it, so you could find us after classes or work at the park or by the abandoned parking garage practicing our moves and jumps. My best friend is Brian, he’s 18 y/o (nearly 19) and coincidently also the younger brother of my ex GF. Brian was a bit different than the rest. When he became 16 he started in the weekends by staying out all night, no one knew where he was. His parents grounded him but without any effect; he just sneaked out when he had the change. He always came home after a few days, so after a while his parents gave up. Around the same I also saw that he had a few tattoos on his body. My first weekend as a free man was coming up so I asked Brian if he wanted to hang out. He told me that his parents weren’t home that weekend so we could do whatever we liked. So later that evening I went over to Brian’s house. Brian opened the door shirtless. I could see that he had a lot more tattoos on his toned body than when I saw them for the first time. ‘Is your sis also home?’, I asked. ‘She’s out and probably won’t come home tonight. So don’t worry!’ he replied. We watched a movie, but I was keeping an eye on the door; I didn’t want to see her cheating face. ‘Dude, relax! Be glad that you’re a free man. Time to start living!’, said Brian. ‘You’re right! But I’m not as laid back as you!’, I replied. He asked ‘Wanna smoke some weed?’. ‘No! I tried that once and became ill’, I answered. ‘In that case… I have something else that doesn’t make you ill… and it will also help you relax’, Brian said. I wanted to say ‘No’ but Brian interrupted me: ‘What did I just said… live a bit!’. ‘Trust me!’, he added. I smiled and nodded. He came back with a burner and a glass pipe with a bowl on the end. He got a bag with a small amount of white crystals and he loaded the contents of the bag in the bowl. The he heated the bowl with the burner and took a deep hit. After 10 seconds he exhaled and said ‘Up for it?’. I nodded. Brian heated the bowl and placed the pipe at my mouth. I followed his instructions and inhaled deep and kept it in for about 10 seconds. ‘You have to take 4 more hits’ Brian said. After the fourth I could feel my body relax. I gave the pipe back to Brian and he also took 5 deep hits. A warm glow went thru my body. ‘When the heat gets to much it’s best to take of your shirt!’ Brian said. ‘Isn’t necessary I think!’, I replied. But a few minutes later I took my shirt off. ‘Shall I switch the movie to some porn?’, Brian asked. ‘Sounds good’, I replied. I felt horny as hell and started rubbing my cock thru my shorts. I saw that Brian got the pipe and took some hits, he than he handed over the pipe and I also took some hits. Brian pulled down his shorts and started to stroke his cock. ‘You don’t mind, do you?!’ he asked. I replied by doing the same. It wasn’t hard to miss that Brian’s cock was larger than my 8 inches. ‘Damn! I knew that my cock was large but yours is even bigger!’, I said. ’Just under 10 inches’, he replied. After stroking our own cocks for 20 minutes I asked for another hit. Brian replied: ‘Sorry dude, we used up the small amount I had!’. ‘Too bad! I made me feel so hot and submissive!’, I replied. ‘We can get some more!’, he said. I looked at Brian. He continued: ‘Friends of mine always have enough, so we can pick up some there. It’s only a 10 minute drive when we take your car’. ‘Don’t they mind?’, I asked. ‘No they won’t… so let’s go… the quicker we go, the quicker we’re back!’, Brian said. So I grabbed my car keys and we drove to Brian’s friends. We arrived at an apartment building. We walked inside, the doorman and Brian greeted each other. When we stepped in to the elevator Brian typed a code on the keypad and pressed the button for the penthouse floor. When we stepped out of the elevator we enter a hallway. At the end we came in a huge living room. Brian cut across towards an other hall, I followed him. We came at a door and I could here loud music and muffled voices coming from behind it. ‘Wait here!’, Brian said. He entered the room, but forgot to fully close the door. I heard moaning and other strange noises. I started to get curious and pushed the door a bit more open so I could see what was happening. I saw naked men fucking and sucking other men. I saw a young guy (18-19 y/o) laying in a sling with his wristed tied behind his back. A black guy with a huge cock walked towards the guy. He rubbed some spit on his cock and started to enter that small white ass. When young guy started to moan louder the black guy took the boys nipples between his fingers and started to pinch and pull them. The moans got louder and louder as the black cock sank deeper and deeper until his cock was fully inside the moaning guy. At that same moment the door opened and Brian and another guy stood in front of me. ‘Are you enjoying the view?’, he said. I stuttered while trying to say ‘No’. ‘Dude your dick is telling us a different story’, said the guy besides Brian. I looked down and saw that my cock was pitching a tent in my shorts and there was also a wet stain where my dick oozed pre-cum. ‘Don’t feel ashamed for liking what you see. I’m not ashamed for it either.”, said Brian. ‘Know you know what I was doing in the weekends’, he said laughing. ‘Come in… no one will bite you!’, said the other guy. I walked in and saw that the other guy was Brians older brother Chris. Chris is 25 y/o and his ripped body is covered in tattoos. His nipples are pierced and he has a huge cock with a PA piercing. Brian hands me a pipe. To calm my nerves I take several deep hits. When I give the pipe back to him I see that Brian already took of his clothes. ‘There’s only one of us overdressed’, Brian said while pulling down my shorts. Chris pulls up my shirt over my head. Brian stands in front of me and looks me deep in my eyes. His hand starts to stroke my hard cock. I become mesmerized. Our faces come closer, our lips touch and we start to kiss. I never felt like this before and I don’t want it to end. He did a step back and said: ‘You said that the Tina makes you horny and submissive. Are you willing to open yourself for new feelings and ideas? Are you willing to give yourself to me and to do whatever I say no questions asked? Do you thrust me?’. ‘YES, YES, YES’ I answered unknowing what to come. ‘Drink this’, Brian said. ‘What is it’. I asked. ‘It’s something called G… it’s to relax you… After this no questions anymore, remember?!’, Brian said. I nodded. I went to sit down and saw how the black guy was pounding the young guy in the sling harder and harder. With a loud roar he rammed his cock as deep as he could and started to shake. ‘That’s Devon and his loads are huge… Go and take a closer look!”, says Chris. I walk towards the sling and see how Devon pulls out his cock. The asshole of the young guy stays open and pulsates while slowly a stream of cum start to ooze out. ‘Your cock likes it… why don’t you put yours in so you can feel how a sloppy cum hole feels?’, says Devon. I move towards the ass and slide my cock inside. The feeling is incredible and not to explain. Brain takes place behind me, his hand goes around my waist and slides besides my cock in the ass. When it’s inside it wraps around my cock and begins to stroke my cock. The feeling of being jerked off inside some ones ass is mind-blowing. The bottom and I start moan in sync. Brian start to jerk harder and faster. I feel my cock swell up inside and with a loud roar I shoot my first load in a boys ass. Brian and I pull out and kiss. Then Brian takes my hand and leads me to the bathroom. ‘I’m going to show you how you clean your ass… because I only fuck clean asses… you want to feel this cock inside you? Yes you do! Because you said you would give yourself to me!!’, Brian said with a grin. I smiled and nodded. When I was clean I could feel that I was getting woozy from the drink. Brian orders me to lay in the sling. ‘When you’re in the sling a pipe isn’t very handy… so we a better way… stick out your arm and trust me!’, said Brian. I do as asked and stick out my arm. Chris takes a shoelace and ties off my arm. Before I realize it I feel a needle in my arm and see how the contents of the syringe disappears in my vein. ‘Enjoy the trip!’, says Chris while he looses the shoelace. I feel the T shooting thru my veins which makes me cough. And while I feel myself glide into a state of pure trance I hear Chris say ‘I gave him an extra dose to make him totally brainwash him and turn him in to a toxic cum whore’. The only thing I remember is begging to get my ass filled with cock and me pleading to be turned in to a toxic cum whore. I woke up from my trance a few hours later with a sloppy cum as like the other young guy. The young guy was laying beside me. He was wearing glasses this time. I recognized him as a guy from my class. ‘The next time the dose will be normal… that way you can feel it all when you get fucked by Devon”, said the guy. ‘Did I got fucked by Devon?’, I said. ‘Yes! Brian even fisted his cum deeper inside you!’ he replied. I was in shock. ‘They filmed everything so you can watch it… so you can see what they are going to do to you next week!’, he added. ‘Don’t think that there will be a next time!’, I said. ‘Yes you will, that empty feeling in your ass will get more and more until you beg to be filled! I was converted last year and I haven’t missed a party since! Their toxic DNA is flowing in your blood now. Your one of us!” he says. ‘One of you?’, I asked. ‘Hey guys, he didn’t discover the band-aid just above his cock!’, he shouts. ‘We all got a biohazard tattoo with the text “POZ BROTHER” above it. We all have one!’, he continued. Slowly the result of my actions set in and the harder I thought about it the hornier I got. My ass started to tingle, I know now that the empty feeling only will get worser, so I asked out loud ‘Can some one please fill my ass again?’. ‘Later… we first going to show you on bigscreen what you missed! So you know what where going to do to you next time!’, said Chris laughing. TO BE CONTINUED!

He and I met once before and fucked our brains out. I loaded him up with 3 loads and we exchanged numbers. We promised to connect again and that happened today. I was doing some errands and was passing his way. I went online and was happy to see he was looking for fun. I sent a message on the hook up site. Did he want to connect? I was doing errands and was going to pass by his area on the way home in about an hour. He answered quickly. YES! He sent me his address and I finished my errands. He has an insatiable ass and was horny and so was I. He met me at the door when I arrived and said he couldn't wait for me to breed his hole. We went upstairs and started kissing..both of us taking our clothes off in the process. He bent down and sucked my cock hard. His mouth was a suction. It felt so good. I led him to the bed because I wanted his hole. I positioned myself at a 69 and he was sucking my dick and I was licking and rimming his hole.. I stuffed my tongue into his fuck hole and tongue fucked it for awhile. He was moaning and groaning and sucking me like a hungry pup. I told him to lay down on his stomach and I mounted him. My cock sliding back and forth against his warm moist cum hole. He was writhing back and forth horny with anticipation. I aimed my cock head to his hole and slid home. He felt so warm and good. I started pumping my dick in and out of his slit. He was moaning like a bitch in heat. He started using his muscles to squeeze my cock..IT WAS AMAZING. I would thrust inside and he would hold on tight.. I loved this hole. Grunting and groaning as my orgasm neared I pushed in deep as I could and loaded him up..He fucked back and took every drop using his ass muscles to message my cock squeezing every drop. I kept fucking and my dick stayed hard inside him as he squeezed me. I could feel his wet hole and it was great. I kept fucking and fucking until I dropped another load. I rolled off and took a breather. He sucked me hard again and begged me to fuck him more. And more I did..All total we fucked for a couple hours and I loaded him up 4x. It felt so good rutting like pigs in heat and just loading his hole up. We plan to fuck again soon. Next time we'll do a three way!

Pride SF BBC in my bedroom my legs are now wet after his cum bubbled out

I'd been working hard and had been seriously stressed out so I decided to take some much needed time off and decided to head to Las Vegas to relax at my condo and hopefully get fucked. Man, did I get way more than I expected. I got home, aired out the place and took a shower. I cleaned out really well in anticipation and once I was settled in, I smoked some weed and went online to look for that evening's entertainment. Being the usual workaholic that I am, I hadn't checked my email on any of my websites or apps in almost a month so I knew I'd have some catching up to do. I signed into BBRT and was greeted by almost two dozen messages. Right towards the top, one message in particular caught my eye "CumUnion - Las Vegas: Saturday May 16th." "Holy fuck," I realized, "that's tonight!" Right then and there I made up my mind to finally attend a CumUnion party. Over a week later I'm still in a post fuck glow. Ha ha ha. I decided to kill some time and had a few Jack and Cokes and smoked another bowl so I was pleasantly high and buzzing. At around 8:00 I ordered an Uber and headed over to Hawk's Gym. Luckily, there were a couple of rooms left so I got one towards the back facing the main corridor. After undressing, I went in search of some fun. I went into the dark room first and saw a couple of tall muscular bodies standing like wallflowers, each of whom was fondling a huge bulge under his towel. I made my way to a platform in the rear of the roomlooked like huge bulges under their towels. There's a platform made from sectionals which were positioned in the rear of the room. I walked over, dropped my towel and knelt on the platform, face-down, ass-up and pre-lubed for whoever wanted to fuck my tight hole. In less than 15 seconds I felt a huge, rough calloused hand stroking my ass cheeks and a thick finger shoved into my hole. I relaxed and enjoyed the ass play for about a minute when suddenly his hand retreated. The next thing I felt was a softball sized cockhead stretching my hole to its limit. I hit my poppers and felt my hole relax that final inch it needed for the huge cock to slide balls-deep inside me, filling me more completely than I had ever before felt. The cock must have been at least ten amazingly thick inches. The guy fucked me with a rough but steady rhythm. I still had no idea what he looked like and neither one of us had said a word. He fucked me roughly, grabbing my hips and squeezing my ass cheeks with each hand. The whole time I was hard as a rock and on the verge of cumming but I fought the urge to cum with every ounce of will power and gave into the shiver inducing pleasure, milking his cock, or at least trying to, given my hole was wrapped tight around his dick. He fucked me relentlessly for a few minutes and all too soon, he shoved in as deep as he could go and I could feel his huge cock pulsing and throbbing as he groaned and I felt a warmth spreading inside me letting me know that I was getting bred. He squeezed my ass tight, forcing me to clench my ass as he pulled out and I did not lose a single drop of his seed. I was flying from the poppers and as I lay there catching my breath, he walked away and all I saw was a manly silhouette as he exited the dark room. I lay there panting and was about to get up and stretch my legs when I felt the other guy who had just watched me get barebacked put his hand on my upper back, bent me over again and started slapping my hole with his equally impressive cockhead. With no further foreplay, he started sliding in with no more lube than what was already around my hole and I felt him go about another inch deeper than my first fucker. This new guy was out to get his nut and started almost hate fucking me. I loved every fucking second of his thick cock banging against my prostate and I started building up towards my own orgasm. This guy's brutal pounding was almost too much for me and I started groaning and moaning. He also fucked me for a few delirious minutes and as he hilted himself in me and started shooting his cum inside me. Icouldn't hold back and my own dick started spurting my own load. I collapsed onto my stomach as he held his dick in me until our respective spasms subsided. As he pulled out and walked out of the dark room, I turned and caught a glimpse of a tall bearded 20 something white stud with an impressive thick cunt wrecker leading his way. Draping my towel over my left shoulder, I walked back out into the main corridor where I caught a glimpse of a cock. I had been at CumUnion for only 20 minutes, and already had two loads inside my ass. I went in search of more loads, knowing the night would be amazing.

You know that feeling like they're hitting a wall when a guy fucks you in a certain way? They're fucking you and it feels great and then they go deeper and BAM, pain and you feel yourself desperately trying to crawl away from that cock. That's your "second hole'. If you have your wits about you, you can arch your back a little more or shift your ass a bit and find the opening so the next thrust goes into instead of against. I guarantee, he'll groan and moan and will nut in you HARD.

Part 21 - Jacob's Return "Morning sexy." Jake huddled closer to Marco before realising it was already 9am. Jake panicked as his brother would be there 10am. Marco was feeling horny and wanted his morning booty with Jake but he was already heading to shower and dress. Marco threw on some shorts and t-shirt, and told Jake to make sure he had something to drink and eat , he headed downstairs to the kitchen. On the other side of the suburb Jacob was sat drinking coffee as his dad appeared. "Morning, where did you go last night?" "Momring, I had dinner with Jake and I err... got offered a job." "What?" "I know." He regaled the events and how he was offered the job, the training and wages, his dad smiling and warning him not to fuck this opportunity up. He went on telling him he was meeting Jake at 10am and going shopping for some work clothes. His dad gave him some money as his mum appeared in the kitchen. She was overexcited at the news and happy that he and Jake were spending time together. He left to get the 9.45 bus figuring he would be there at just after 10am. Fabian and Marco were talking in the kitchen as Jake appeared, Marco handed him a bowl of fruit and yoghurt. Spencer and JP walked in announcing they smelt the coffee from next door. JP was dressed in his chauffeur uniform, Jake looked him over. "Are you working today JP?" "Of course, taking you and your bro shopping." "No, that's not necessary JP we can bus it." "Not on my watch Jake." "Fabian tell him he doesn't need to do this." "Sorry Jake it's all taken care of any anyway Alfredo is expecting you both." He knew it was no good pressing the point so he went over and gave him a kiss and hug. Spencer and JP were not happy, as they stood waiting. Realising they wanted a kiss and hug to he happily obliged. "Marco, when are you going to free Jake up for some fun?" "When ever Jake is happy to." All eyes were on Jake as he sat down and sipped his coffee eyeing each of them and smirking. Andre appeared saying Jacob was standing outside like last night. Fabian said he would go and get him. "Jacob, why are you standing outside, come on in." "I thought you might be annoyed at me for messing you around last night. "I told you, you are always welcome Jacob." As they entered the kitchen he was introduced properly to JP and also to Spencer. He clicked that this was the doctor of the hospital where granny had been moved to. Jake offered Jacob food and drink but he declined so they headed out with JP in front. "Is he coming with us?" "He is driving us to the store." Jacob was loving the ride in the limo but all too quickly they pulled up outside Harvey Nichols. "Jake I can't afford to shop here." "Don't worry it is taken care of Jacob, just trust me." Alfredo was standing at the entrance as JP had called ahead to say there were arriving. "Jake how lovely to see you again." "Hello Alfredo, this is my brother Jacob." "Jacob, I am Alfredo, I will make sure you get everything you need. Do you want to look around first or trust our judgement?" "I trust your judgement Alfredo." They entered the cool air of the department store as Alfredo escorted them to the discreet private lounge. Jacob was just taking everything in unsure of what was suppose to happen. They sat down in the oversized chairs, Jake told Alfredo that Jacob needed some modest casual work clothes. He nodded and sent off his two assistants to gather some clothes. Jacob took the glass of champagne and sipped it then put the glass down, he didn't care for it. The assistants reappeared with two racks of clothing, Jacob disappeared in the dressing room trying on the first shirt and trousers. He came out and stood in front of Jake and Alfredo. He told him what ever he liked to make sure the dressing assistant knew clearly. Every time he came out to show Jake and Alfredo who just nodded and smiled approvingly at his choices. By the end there was only one pair of trousers and two shirts he didn't like, the other rail contained 6 pairs of trousers and 25 shirts along with shoes, socks and underwear, he came out looking exhausted. "Do I choose my favourite ones now?" "No, everything on the rail you liked is yours." "What? that's way to much, I can't take them all." "No arguing Jacob." Jake reached in to his pocket and pulled his credit card out to give to Alfredo. He smiled then said it is all taken care of, he knew that meant Fabian was paying for this. Alfredo told Jake the clothes would be delivered later that day, he gave Alfredo a kiss on the cheek and Jacob shook his hand, he escorted them back through to the front of the store where JP was waiting. Several on lookers waiting to see who the limo was for as they both climbed in and settled down for the ride back. "Jake I really cannot take all those clothes." "Fabian will be upset if you don't. All you need to do is thank him Jacob, he is a very generous person." "Why did Fabian pay for them?" "He obviously likes you, you were great company last night." "God knows what mum and dad will say when see all my new clothes." They pulled up to the house and JP opened the passenger door as he told them he would see them shortly for lunch. Jacob still a bit cautious reluctantly agreed to stay for lunch. Walking towards the Orangery Andre came through and told Jake that Marco and Ben were in the gym and expecting him there. Andre eyed Jacob before asking. "Are you joining them for their workout?" "Nah, I ain't got anything to wear." "Come on, I have spare shorts and top, you are roughly my size." Andre grabbed Jacob's hand and started pulling him towards the stairs. He just gave up and followed on behind to his bedroom, Andre tossed him a pair of shorts and a top. Jacob nervously looked around before asking if he could change in the bathroom. Andre just waved a hand as a sat and watched him disappear. A few moments later he came out carrying his clothes, Andre realised Jacob's trainers were no good for the gym, he grabbed a pair from the closet and handed them to him. "You have great tattoos Jacob." "Thanks." "Ready?" "I think so." "Just leave your other clothes here. Come on lets go." As they got to the basement gym Marco and Ben had finished their workout. Marco was helping Jake on the weights, Andre got on the running machine, Ben just sat there drinking water and trying to avoid a repeat of last night. Jacob thought he would try weights as well, he walked over to where Ben was sitting. "Are you still annoyed at me for last night?" "I don't know Jacob, I tried to be nice to you as I want to be your friend but I think we would be to much for each other to handle." Jacob looked at the shirtless Ben in awe at his pretty heft muscle definition, he sat down next him. "Just give me time, I am not use to people being so nice with me. I do want to be your friend though." "Next time you get snappy with me you are going in the pool to cool down." "Deal. So can you help me?" "Help you with what?" "Weights, I am not sure what to do." "Have you done gym weights before?" "No, gym membership is a luxury I can't afford." "Okay, I think we start you off with 20 minutes today, then on the treadmill for 20." Ben smiled and stood up and walked over the weights, Jacob followed and watched him adjust the weights with ease. His brother was across the room on the other weight bench, he glanced over to him and Marco. Despite of the huffing and puffing he was doing his eyes never strayed from Marco's, he had never seen his brother look so happy and he supposed that is what love is really about. Jacob began slowly whilst Ben stood over him helping, his gaze was inadvertently on Ben's body. Several times Ben held his shoulders down telling him not to raise his body just use his arms, Ben loved looking at his tribal tattooed arms . The time passed quickly, Jacob was not unfit but the run on the treadmill did him in, he sat down catching his breath. Ben brought over some water for Jacob, he then turned away and bent over to pick up his trainers, doing so caused the band on his shorts to slip down. Jacob spotted the tattoo on his lower back. He caught Ben completely off guard. "I didn't know you had a tattoo, what does it mean?" "Oh, it is just symbolic. It is a family thing." "Family?" "Yes. I will let you rest for a bit then off to the pool for the your first swimming lesson." "I haven't got any swimming gear." "Andre won't mind you wearing the shorts in the pool." The first swimming lesson went pretty good, once he found the rhythm of the stroke he managed to do a couple of lengths. Jacob rested in the shallow end next to Ben, for once he didn't feel frustrated at his lack of swimming effort. He felt Ben's hand on his arm and turned to look at him. Ben was looking over his tattoos more closely as his hand went up and down his arm, Jacob was clearly relaxed and didn't mind, his eyes were fixed on Ben's face. Lunch came and went and Jacob gladly went back down to the pool with Ben and Andre, this time both of them swam with him urging him to take slow strong strokes in the water. All to quickly it was time for him to leave, he needed to get ready for his date with a girl who had been chasing him for a couple of weeks. Fabian and Jake walked him to the door, he spoke to Fabian. "Thank you for everything you have done, you didn't need to buy me clothes though, but I am grateful." "It is the least I can do Jacob. Plus you do seem to have a calming effect on Andre and Ben, that makes my life easier." With that he smiled and shook Fabian's hand and gave Jake a hug, he made sure Jacob knew where he had to go on Monday, he turned to walk down the driveway when Fabian called over to him. "Jacob, remember you are always welcome to come over and use the gym and pool any time you want to." Jacob smiled back and waved.

Found this out about this app at pride yesterday. I take my PrEP via a weekly pill dispenser and have a reminder alarm on my phone. Found this to be pretty neat, There is an app for android and iOS by PrEPSquad that has a dose reminder, refill reminder etc etc. The reminder is better that the alarm on my phone because its options are " remind me in 1 hour or yes I took it" where as my alarm on my phone basically says "ok or snooze 5min" Just figured I share it with my fellow Truvada whores on here. http://www.prepsquaddc.org/prep-time-pill-reminder/

3/3 PRIDE MONTH BB SEX PARTIES @CLUB120 IN TORONTO -> Pride Parade Sunday Edition Well, yesterday's monumental bb sex party capped off Pride month very fittingly. I got to rim a number of bubble butts (my favourite ass shape!) in different spots of Club120. Club120 is a private gay club on 2 floors. Four slings - 2 on each side. One sling downstairs off the main bar. Some private rooms for more 1-1 sex. FUCKWATER jugs for easy access, wetwipes galore, 2 washrooms for quick clean-ups. I was satisfied with the local younger guys who was kissing me, licking my nipples, fingering my ass, fucking my ass. He promised me one of his loads and he did. I took him into one of the small private room, turned down the lights. We started to kiss. He turned me around and drove his cock in. After about 5 mins., I could hear his breathing and grunting increase, and voila -- a good-sized load in my daddy ass. I'd love to meet his dick again for a re-fuck, for sure! My own 2-day load (I was @Steamworks Toronto for Pride Friday) got deposited into a younger bb visitor to Pride in Toronto. His ass muscles kinda coaxed out my load. I could feel the cum rising up my dick and into his ass. He cleaned my dick and thanked me for the load. He said that this big bb sex party would make up for the drought (or lack) of bb sex he's been getting lately. Oh yeah, before I forget, v. 2.0 of the fuckwall was finally installed and ready for use. It was on the small stage. Only 2 spots side-by-side were built in to the right side of the stage. Very sturdy construction with 2 stirrups for each. It was being used a lot by guys for anon bb sex. Let's hope this fuckwall is a permanent feature of upcoming parties. As I going to the washroom I met up with the DJ I got to seed a long while ago. He was spinning real good tunes yesterday. He looked at me and remembered the moment too. He apologized that he was very busy and wouldn't be in a position to be fucked. I said that there's always a next time. He smiled. Remember back, he was on my bucket list of fulfilled bb fantasies. Bare sex was happening in every corner of the club. Partners and small group were changing constantly. One guy I was talking to, "sensory overload" was his apt description. This big bb sex party was a fitting close to Pride month in Toronto.

It is funny, this question. Did I chase, ya I guess I did. When I was first diagnosed I was in the hospital with double pneumonia. Sick as a dog and did not know what was happening. But the thrill of the chase was always hot to me. Taking anon loads not knowing what was in that load. Was always so damn hot to me. Do I get off still thinking about those loads, looking at those wasted bods, biohazard tats. Fuck yes I do. Do I want to be that sick again, not really but the idea of taking some sick fucks load, yep I love it. Am I a bit perverted craving toxic loads? Big questions I have no answers for. But it does make me hard and it does not bother me being poz.

~~~~~~whoa, hey, i wake with a start and look at the clock on my night table 315AM,,,ugh cock is raging which means only on thing for daddy, and I sleepwalk into the bathroom, stuff my cock into the bowl so I don’t piss all over... lick my fingers ,, and gently rub my cockhead, to get the piss flowing i imagine into the pig who’s hole is gaped before me....ahhh piss in there,,, as i empty my bladder, thinking of the last of my non-toxic urine,,,pull up my underpants wetting my cock with dribbles of piss,,,,and stagger back to bed,,,~~~~ ,,,,back in my cell master thomas is adding his piss to the other pig’s hole and then grabs two greasy butt plugs and puts one in both our pigs unrnialholes, “there now, gonna let our piss ferment in there. Check out our other pig, though, he’s ready for uncorking. I poured some of that toxic stew into him, earlier which is ready for you to enjoy.” ...ugh no more i thought, but reaching down to my burining ass, i felt a massive rubber plug keeping all the loads in me. Looking back, i see the pig is back in chains, only this time he sqats on a rim seat the plug and his asslips red and distended. Without any urging i craw to his leaking uncut cock, swallow it deeply down my throat, enjoying all the essence. But without any warning, pig unloads a huge stream of hot piss down my hatch. Big hit of poppers and I finish drinking his nasty urine, complete to the last drop.... keep going i urge myself, and turn on my back to slide under the pig. Im already sick with anticipation to let his gobs of assfluid pour into my nose, and down my throat, to be choked on his toxic stew. Master thomas gets behind the chair, his flacid cock laying on my forehead as I position my desperate mouth below the plug. Slowly master works the plug out and streams of noxious fluid run down the sides and at long last he pulls it out of pigs hole. Pig, being an expert clenches himslf so as not to loose much, and as a reward, master puts it into pigs mouth as a pacifer. Now master thomas said, one more big hit of poppers,,,,put you in the mood,,,,,my mind floating in the dark place called sleep,,,,,my mouth gently tugging on greasy nasty asslips,,,,my tongue,,,,,gently finding its way to the toxic honey pot,,,,,stroking myself to sleep,,,

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Chapter 3 Carl passed me a shot, I quickly swallowed it and shivered as the straight scotch burned its way down my throat. "I think before you suck me you need to get your ass up on the bed and let carl taste your hole while is see if my mates are free at the moment. Unlock your computer then jump up and get your ass in the air, sound ok?" said patrick. I guess it was a question but he said it in a way that there wasn't really much option to disagree. In the back ground Carl had shucked his shirt and jeans. He was commando. He giant ebony cock was already hard and it glinted with a ladder of 5 sets of piercings running up across the top of his cock. I'd seen them under the knob but these were priced across the loose skin on the top. Clearly his ample foreskin had given them room to implant them where others would have struggled. " You heard him baby, get up there and let me taste that white neg ass", Carl was a yank. And his thick southern accent only made me weaker. I unlocked my computer, dropped my boxers and climbed up onto the bed on all fours. Spreading my legs and feeling the cool hair brush past my hole. Carl wasted little time coming up behind me to gently tease my ring with his fingers. Gliding them gently over the hairless puckered surface. Spreading my sheeck he leaned forward and painted his mouth bang on my puckers and started to noisily lick and slurp my hole. In my already drunken state it started to send me crazy. My hard cock hanging down between my legs was dripping, i stroked it a few times but my god his tongue was doing amazing things that just got me too close to blowing. In the background i could hear Patrick clicking away typing, i looked over my shoulder to see him messaging someone on BBRT. "How long since you been fucked baby?" asked carl as he gently teased just my ass lips with the tips of his fingers. " About 8 weeks, he was a semi regular, pretty small only about 5 inches" "And how long since you've had a cock like mine or Patti's?" "I don't think I've ever had once your size", I tried to remember as Carl resumed his masterful work on my hole. "My ex was the biggest i've had he was about 7 inches but no where near as thick as you, He tore me though just not preparing me" I had started to slur and probably should have stopped talking. "It turned me on him summing in me, he liked to say he busted my cherry, he always used condoms though. I want on prep, but i stopped. I guess i should have kept going, i mean maybe we shouldn't.." "Shhh.." Patrick had appeared at my side and slid his jockstrap down . It was bigger than the pictures. The uncut knob was pierced and drooling precum, his heavy hairy balls hung down low, spread down by a cock ring. He grabbed my head and pressed my face to them, I could smell his slight musk and manliness. I had always though bulls balls and beer can cocks were for the movies. But here I had a 9 inch beer can on a poz muscle god and a 10 inch pierced black rod on this rough black man with an amazing tongue. "How long since your last prep tablet?" Pat asked. "2 weeks", I mumbled as i tongued his balls. "I can take one now, that way you can fuck me bare, i know its not perfect but.." "Shh, enough talking" he pushed my face back to his balls. "Keep licking. Lets just see where things go. Lets have another shot, maybe you can just suck us off that would be safe, wouldn't it?" I looked up past the massive pierced leaking cock over his hairy bulging pecs. God he was sexy. My hole twitched thinking about that cock as Carl continued to eat me out. I couldn't believe how strong his tongue was. All standing up we moved over for shots. One for each of the, and an extra for me. I had started to feel queasy with this one and explained i needed to lay down. As i collapsed backwards on to the bed carl lifted my legs and got back to work. "Keep him occupied, I'm going to duck down and grab Gary and Mark." Carl gave a thumbs up as he continued his work on my hole, occaisiaonlly biting my ring now interspersed with his tongue. My head lolled side to side and the room was starting to spin. I think I'd had too much but i was determined to keep it down. That was good scotch.

Part 34 The next morning Rob was released from his cage. He started towards the gym as was the normal routine. As he turned down the hallway, Tanner grabbed Rob by the shoulder and said,” Hold on, other way, we need something from you this morning.” Rob was directed in the other direction and into another room. Inside Nick was waiting along with some sort of contraption Rob didn’t recognize. “Have a seat,” Tanner said pointing at a large high backed chair. Just as he started to sit Nick said, “Hold on a second pig.” Nick walked over and pushed a plug into Rob’s ass. The plug was curved so that it pushed right against Rob’s prostrate. Rob then sat and Tanner completely restrained him in the chair so that he couldn’t move. Nick rolled over the machine and started to explain to Rob what it used for. “This is a milking machine; we attach this sleeve over your cock and it massages your cock to make you cum.” “Your cum is then collected in this chamber.” Rob gave Nick a puzzled look as to why they would be milking him of cum. To date most activities seemed to revolve around using his ass and mouth, so something didn’t make sense. “We have a former party guest next door that we’d like to give a little gift to before he departs to take a new job,” explained Nick. “You probably wouldn’t recognize him since you were face down when you last met, but he was at the most recent college night party and he fucked your ass several times.” “We thought it was only fitting that you contribute to his going away gift.” "He is leaving soon so we didn’t have time to throw him a proper going away celebration; he just suddenly decided he was going to quit law school and go work on a hog farm in Iowa.” Tanner got a big smirk on his face and added, ”Frat president to farm hand, go figure.” Rob didn’t say anything but he knew the reason why they wanted his cum was because it was now toxic. He also knew that there was more to the story than Nick and Tanner were telling him. Rob was right on both counts. The frat president had been at the college night party and had fucked Rob, he also was leaving college. The decision to leave college wasn’t exactly his idea, but he had made a big mistake and now was paying the price. At the last party the frat boy recognized two of the bottoms that were serving the guests. After the party he began to harass the bottoms on campus and coerced them into regular forced sex sessions. If he had stopped there it would have been fine. There were plenty of bottoms that loved to volunteer to be of service at the warehouse sex parties so if those two became unavailable they could be replaced. They were popular bottoms so Nick wouldn’t be happy that they might be unavailable but he would adjust. However, the frat president got the bright idea to start holding his own sex parties and charging admission. He was undercutting Nick’s parties on cost and since the frat boy’s parties were closer to campus it could impact Nick’s business financially as well as impair one of his prime methods of recruiting new talent. That was unacceptable, Nick didn’t like competition and now the frat boy was paying the price. The frat boy was approached by one of Nick’s staff with a business proposition to build up the parties and split the profits. The greedy frat boy couldn’t resist the offer and signed the contracts. He wasn’t as smart as he thought he was though, because he didn’t read the contracts very closely. One would think a guy planning on being a lawyer would be more careful and read contracts better. He was now owned. In the room next to Rob was the frat boy. Nick was right, Rob wouldn’t recognize him and that was not just because Rob was focused on cock and may have never seen the guy’s face. The frat boy had been shaved completely from head to toe. In addition, a large ring pierced his nose. It would make a good handle to lead the boy around with or to restrain him. He was now in a sling with his legs held high while being brutally fucked by three very toxic tops. Like Nick had mentioned they didn’t have the time to arrange a large pozzing party but they were able to get three local Tops to participate including Jesse the bartender. The frat boy was drugged which prevented him from fighting too much but he was coherent enough to feel every thrust from Jesse’s pierced cock. The spiked PA pierced the boy’s ass wall to further the damage from the preparation with the bottle brush he had received prior to the being fucked. Rob was oblivious to what was going on in the next room. He could hear some music but the frat boy’s screams were muffled by a gag and what noise he did emit seemed to blend with the music. Rob was given a slam of meth and that made him even less conscious of what was going on around him. The plug in his ass began to vibrate against his prostrate and the machine started milking his cock. Rob’s eyes rolled back in his head in response to the intense feelings. It didn’t take long before he shot his first load of cum. The machine and prostate massage didn’t stop and he stiffened up again as his balls began to churn to produce another load. After several hours Rob had 6 orgasms and was milked dry. The collection receptacle was full to the brim with his poz cum. Nick and Tanner returned to the room. Nick carefully disconnected the collection chamber with the cum and headed for the door. He stopped just short of the door, turned and looked at Tanner, “Grab the rig from this pig’s slam and draw out a little blood; we might want to use that to make sure we are successful next door.” Tanner collected the sample from Rob and handed it to Nick. Nick rushed next door with the fresh cum. The three Tops had finished fucking the frat boy. He was a sloppy mess and was crying and babbling incoherently. Two of the Tops helped raise the frat boys legs higher and Nick poured Rob’s cum into the battered hole through a funnel and then sealed the hole with a large a butt plug. “How many loads did you guys pump into him,” Nick asked. “Three each,” replied Jesse. “OK, with these 6 that makes 15; that should do the trick.” “Just in case though, think we’ll give him a little blood slam.” After the slam the frat boy moaned from the effects of the meth. He was removed from the sling and blindfolded. “Let’s get him down to the loading dock and prepared for shipping; his ride north should be here soon,“ Nick directed. Tanner released Rob from his bonds and removed the ass plug and then helped him to his feet. “Let’s get you back to your cage slut." “There is a private party tonight that you need to rest up for; you have been specifically requested to serve with one other bottom,” Tanner commented. An evil grin spread across Tanner’s face as he continued. “The Dirty Hawgs biker club from Alabama will be here tonight and you get to be a party favor.” “They can get a little rough with their toys, but you have been exposed to that and will be fine,” he laughed.

When a guy you've fucked before asks you for a re-fuck or two. Complementing you for your fucking and load from a while back. Introducing you to another bottom (friend) who'd love your load too.

I was molested growing up. Started sucking around 6, fucked when I was 11. Honestly I never thought bad about it because I felt good.

You asked this, so I’m going to answer. The first indication I had that I was infected with HIV was a line of six doctors standing by my hospital bed. They had just come in and woke me up where I was recovering from having nearly died from fungal meningitis and related stroke two days earlier. ”You have AIDS,” they said. Boom. Just like that. No easing into it, no hand-holding, no sugar-coating. ”Are you telling me I have HIV?” I asked. ”No, AIDS,” one of them said. I don’t remember any of the conversation after that. I had tested and tested - all negative. False negatives, as it turned out. What I had to learn and learn fast is that the doomsday scenario of wasting away and dying a hideous death is now something I can prevent, but it means changing the way I think and live. It means ART meds for the rest if my life (or until there’s a cure), without fail, because if I slack off, the virus will evolve so the meds will do no good. Let’s get one thing crystal clear - the HIV virus is The Enemy. It will kill you if it can. It is constantly upping its game, its hides where we cannot find it, it turns our own defenses against us, and so far, we cannot stop it. We can only slow it down. There are guys here - way too many guys - who have the mistaken idea that getting HIV means you can now fuck bare without worry. Wrong-o. Getting HIV doesn’t mean you’re free - you can still get infected with a different/worse/treatment-resistant strain you didn’t have to start with and be ten times worse off. Plus, getting pozzed (let alone living with AIDS) puts you at far greater risk of getting other diseases that wouldn’t kill a neg guy, but they might kill you. And I guaran-damn-tee you that when you’re lying in a hospital bed with pneumonia or meningitis, you won’t be on the fence about whether you want to have AIDS. I’ve made this point elsewhere in this part of the forum, but I’ll do it again here: This is the HIV Health area, not the chaser/gifter area, so this may be the only place on this entire bareback fucking site where it’s appropriate to say that romanticization or sexualization of disease is inappropriate. Get it straight: No man who is compos mentis chooses a debilitating lifelong illness. No man with any goddamn sense looks at wasting, weakness, incontinence and death and says, “Yeah, I’m down for that!” And no man who has ever watched a loved one, a partner, or a brother-in-spirit decay and die before his helpless eyes as the Enemy Virus did its work would ever suggest that it was sexy. I don’t judge men for having chaser or gifter fantasies, because I frankly don’t get where they’re coming from. I’m living their fucking fantasy, and it sucks ass in the worst possible way. Whatever. But anyone who actually intentionally infects another person? Anyone who chooses not to accept treatment but instead allows The Enemy to use his body as an incubator and then goes out a-fucking bare? Those men are making conscious choices to give aid and comfort to the enemy, and they are wrong. I have AIDS. I publicly announce my status before I put my ass in service, every time. I don’t play unless undetectable (yes, last check yesterday in fact) and I do not miss my meds. I am grateful to every single Top who does me the honor of breeding me, and it is my duty to ensure that I never put any of them at risk. Remember that there was once a time when there was no such thing as HIV, or AIDS, when bareback sex wasn’t potentially deadly, when men took for granted what we now debate and fantasize about. The fact that we can do it at all now is only because science has given us a measure of control over the Enemy. Our ability to continue fucking in the way that we choose in the future means we can’t begin to glorify the disease to the point that we give it a stronger foothold - or any more of our lives. It’s had enough already.

I can't decide if this is a legitimate request for perspective and knowledge or if it's bait to start what would very easily descend into a very heated argument over stigma and semantics. "Was it worth it?" Was what worth it? Are you asking about the initial transmission of HIV or are you asking if not seeking treatment and allowing HIV to progress unhindered to the point where an AIDS diagnosis is given? Either way, I know I personally wasn't gambling the pleasure of a particular situation against the risk of contracting HIV, and my decision to stop taking antiretroviral therapy was a conscious one made after much deliberation and with full understanding that AIDS was an inevitability if I continued to abstain from meds. It was three-and-a-half months after my 18th birthday that I started dating the man who, as I came to discover much later, intentionally gave me the virus without my knowledge. In the spring of 1993, having enlisted in the US Navy and tested into the nuclear program, I received a call back to MEPC to speak with the Chief Medical Officer, who relayed to me that my tests had come back positive for the HIV virus, and as such, my oath and enlistment were revoked. He told me I wasn't eligible to serve because active military personnel must be able to donate blood to other soldiers or to civilians in times of war. By the time I tracked down my (by then) ex-boyfriend, he had infected 11 other young men and had committed suicide rather than endure the pain of a slow death from AIDS complications. I was surreptitiously infected with HIV so long ago that I have lived more years with the virus than I'd lived without it. All of the important little psychological finishing touches that happen as adolescent males become mature into fully grown adults were shaped by the stigma and shame surrounding my diagnosis. Fast forward 25 years, past two failed suicide attempts and the deaths of most of the friends and acquaintances I'd known from back then. Perhaps you can understand the state of mind I was in when I decided one day to stop taking HIV meds and just let the virus do what it would until the end finally came. An end, I might mention, that I'd been anticipating for most of those 25 years, coming to terms time and time again with the eventual reality of a death much like the agonizing, humiliating one you describe in your post. When you've had that long to ponder such an end, even trying twice to beat Death to the punch, the concept of dying becomes much less frightening. Last January (2017), I had been off of all HIV medications for 4 years. An unfortunate run in with the flu motivated me to visit an Urgent Care, where they discovered my CD4 count was down to only 30. Soon thereafter I developed a case of thrush, which led to another visit with a doctor for the necessary prescription. Thiat time I walked out with an AIDS diagnosis on my medical record and a lengthy scolding from a particularly insightful Infectious Diseases specialist. I wasn't in any pain. I led a normal, active life and had no issues with mobility or cognition. I fed myself maybe too well and never had trouble drinking. Looking at me, no one would have considered it even possible that I had AIDS. But I did. It was in May of last year that I decided I wasn't ready anymore to let the virus have me. I wasn't done with life. There were things I still wanted to do. So I got back on meds and started to rebuild my immune system. It took me being vigilant in taking my medicine every single day for over 7 months to finally get my CD4 count back above the 200 cell threshold, even though the viral load immediately went undetectable. Was what worth it? Considering the fact that I'm no better or worse off today than that naive 19-year-old boy was back in 1993 when he was first diagnosed, I'm having trouble framing the context of your question. Has the stigma beat the shit out of my confidence and self-esteem over the past two-and-a-half decades? You bet your ass it has, at every turn and from every direction. Has the virus won? Not yet, that motherfucker hasn't. I control the virus now, not the other way around. And I'm past the point where ignorance and fear in other folks' reactions can bruise or batter my sense of self-worth. Those ugly flaws are now reflections of their value, not mine. I'm happy to educate and always forthcoming about my status with every potential sex partner I meet. I can't even pass up an oddly worded post in an online discussion forum without taking the time to address the topic of HIV/AIDS. ;-P

Chapter 3. He told me to bend over the bed and spread my ass. I did and herpes began to tung fuck me. Soon I was begging for his dick to fuck me. He got up and put his pierced cock against my hole and pushed all the way in one move. The pain was unbearable but I didn't care. Fuck me rip me up give me your toxic cum poz me. He began to fuck me slow at first then began to get faster. I pushed back on his cock as he drove in. Through the pain I begged fuck me deeper harder give your toxic cum. Poz me yah! Fuck me like an animal. Give me your bull cock empty those bull balls full of toxic cum in my pussy. I suddenly felt something hot running down my balls and inner legs. Reached between my legs and felt something liquid, I pulled my hand back to see what it was. My fingers were bloody. I licked it off my fingers and also tasted his toxic precum mixed with the blood. I knew then that I was being pozzed just from the precum. The thought made me beg even more. Oh yeah fuck harder give your toxic cum. He was fucking so hard he was sweating and dripping his sweat on meds. He was getting close to cumming and getting verbal . Get ready bitch going to get my death. You want to get pozzed and slowly waste to death? Fuck yes fuck me full of your toxic death cum. Poz me fuck me I want it . Oh fuck your big cock feels so good fucking me. Oh I got to cum fuck can't hold it gonna give it to you oooohhhh fuck, here it comes. Fuck me please give it to me poz me. I felt his dick begin to get bigger as the first giant spurt filled my ripped bleeding gut. I felt 10 huge spurts before it tapered off. And fell on top of me exhausted. He finally was able to talk. You got it bitch, my big load of med resistant toxic cum.

Flirt I was a faithful husband in a monogamous marriage of three years. My husband was a god among men: handsome, strong, successful, and a great partner in every way. But when I let my mind wander, it wandered down the same path. What likely started off as a desire to see raw fucking had morphed over the years into a fetish for bug chasing. And such dominated my fantasies (as well as my porn searches). I was not on any hookup apps but was popular on other social media. Periodically, I received messages from strangers wanting to meet me or chat me up. I generally declined their messages., but for a reason still unknown to me, one such message didn’t go ignored. The sender’s name was Travis. A brief skim of his profile revealed he was cute (though skinnier than I preferred). He worked as an EMT and lived in the suburbs. His life looked decidedly less – refined? desirable?-- than ours, with a cheap and dirty looking apartment compared to our city condo, a pickup truck to our luxury SUV, a mutt to our Labrador. He initially messaged in response to a photo I posted from the gym, complimenting me on my form. I thanked him, and followed him back. Minor chit chat ensued between Travis and me periodically for the weeks after. And then one Saturday afternoon, our exchange took a turn: Out of nowhere, he sent a photo. It was a selfie from neck down, revealing a skinny torso giving way to what I can only describe as a perfect dick. Thick, long, and beautiful, with a mushroom head that I immediately craved. I was mesmerized and told him so. I wanted to see and know more about Travis suddenly – not just chatter, but substance. His dick had penetrated me through my phone. In the coming weeks, through online conversation, we got to know one another through words, photos and videos. I learned that Travis only fucks bare, which I found so hot. Condoms, he said, were a turn-off. I learned he had followed me online for a while, intuitively knew that I was a bottom who would want his dick. He was a master of words that struck at my core of sexuality: I needed raw penetration and I needed cum. Ultimately, our chats led to the inevitable question: would this be just an online flirtation, or could we meet up in person to consummate our passion. For him, there were no reasons not to get together. He wanted to breed me, and I wanted to be bred. End of story. On my end, all I saw were reasons why this could never happen. I was married (happily, I might add), and my husband would never let a third like Travis into our relationship or allow any open-ness for me to experience this tryst. And if I were to cheat, which I never had, I couldn’t do it raw despite all of our banter and my fantastical desires for Travis’s cum. Travis pressed for a secret get-together. He described how it could go down: I find you in a bathroom, where you drop to your knees. You pull out my big soft dick. You take my cock in your mouth and it grows to rock hard. I pull you to your feet and take you into a stall, bend you over and slide my wet hard cock, drenched in precum, into your amazing hole. Then you milk my load out of me. I loved every detail of this fantasy and tell him so. I told him how I wanted his load in me so badly. I told him what a god he was, how my hole was made for penetration by his perfect wood. But conflicted and faithful, I said I couldn’t. Travis said I was wasting his time by chatting with no future. Our online conversations were likely coming to an end, and that our fantasies were going to be thwarted by reality. But then, unexpectedly, my husband had to leave town for the weekend. Drunk My husband and I were rarely apart, so his weekend away was somewhat momentous. I went out drinking with friends, who treated the event almost like a bachelor party. Midnight rolled around after a long day of boozing, and I decided to call it a night. In the cab home, I instinctively opened my phone and messaged Travis. He was always on my mind. “Hey stud.” “Sup?” was his nonchalant response. “My husband’s out of town this weekend.” A statement that dropped like a rock into a still pond, with ripples reverberating forever into the distance. “I have to come over. Now.” Travis said. I guess I knew I’d invited this response, but it was just so… real. Did I really just open myself up to having an affair with one drunken text? “Like, now now? For real?” I responded. “Yes. Send me your address. I can leave right away.” My stomach churned with excitement and fear as I typed out our address and told him to text me when he arrived so I could guide him into our building. I panicked. What was about to happen? I didn’t know Travis beyond smut talk. It was already late at night. What was I thinking? I decided to jump in the shower to sober up a bit and to prepare for whatever was about to happen. Time was limited if he was already on his way. Fuck My phone buzzed: He was downstairs. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.” I said aloud to myself. I was literally shaking as I walked to the elevator. I looked at my reflection in the doors as they slid shut. I’d opted for my go-to outfit at home: a jock strap, mesh shorts, a tank, and sneakers. I thought the lighting did right by my muscles, and I smirked at myself. The door opened into the garage level, and there he was in real life. Travis. He was not my type, but he was also everything I hoped him to be. He was tall and lanky, with a mop of sandy-blond hair and a mustache. He wore baggier jeans than I would wear, and his t-shirt had a stretched out collar. He was pale and wore a bright gold chain. For a fleeting moment I thought of my husband, tan, muscular, and perfect, some five hundred miles away for work as the warm summer air blew through our parking garage. “Sup, Eric.” He stated as he boarded the elevator and put his hand on my shoulder with a grin. The doors closed. His hand made its way down my back. He squeezed my ass. Once inside our apartment, he pushed me to my knees. Even though I could surely overpower him, I was powerless: he was in command. Just like in the fantasy he’d sent earlier, I unlocked his soft dick from his jeans and began working it with my mouth. Looking up, I could tell by his facial expressions he was pleased. “Damn boy, I didn’t think this would ever actually happen. Thought you were catfishing me. Yanking my chain.” I didn’t think it would ever actually happen either, I though, as his dick grew. A salty taste gradually took over my mouth; I knew he was pre-cumming a lot. My head bobbed back and forth, occasionally taking a break to suck on his balls or to lick his shaft up and down. His dick was as glorious as I’d thought via photos and videos. Perfect really, and now pulsing thanks to my oral pleasures. Finally, he pulled his cock from me and said “get up” And I did. “I want to fuck you in your bed.” He said with a grin. He liked the symbolism of fucking in my marital bed. I led him to the Master bedroom, turned, and he pushed me down onto the mattress. “Take your clothes off.” He commanded, but then seeing the jock strap said “Leave that on.” Spreading my legs wide, he positioned himself next to the bed and removed his clothing. He then stroked his glorious dick a few times and began aligning his dick with my hole. No lube, just pre-cum and spit. He pressed. It burned. His perfect mushroom head plodded inside me. My longstanding fantasies arose with Travis’s raw entry. I thought about how personal it was to be fucked bare, how there could be no further closeness to be had. I thought of how vulnerable it was to take another man’s bare cock and to accept their load, with whatever that load carried with it. I then thought of the dudes who begged to be pozzed in the videos I’d watched, and the dom tops who boldly proclaimed they were pozzing their subjects. My hard-on raged. “Are you….?” I trailed off. “Fuck that feels good. I’m… I’m not on PrEP. Are you…” It wasn’t my sexiest banter. I felt his dick drive slowly deeper within my tight ass. He diverted his eyes from his dick entering my hole to my face. “I’m not either.” And he grinned wider, pulling out slightly then pushing back inside me. He began these mini-thrusts with his hips. Slowly but surely, plunging his cock getting deeper and deeper. “That’s hot.” I exclaimed. “It’s too late for me to be on that shit. And too late for you now dude.” “Huh?” I half-asked, delighting in the rhythmic fuck. “What do you mean?” “Dude, you’re mine now. It’s just you and me. My raw dick. Inside your pretty ass. Soon my bare, poz cock is gonna be dumping an unmedicated load in you. I’m marking you forever tonight, Eric.” I arched my back and my eyes rolled back as I felt the ecstasy of our hairy balls finally hitting each other as his dick reached my prostrate. His words were processing in slow motion. “Fuuccckkk” I moaned as he pulled out a bit. “You like my poz dick in you?” he said, just as I’d heard many porn stars say before. Red flags were going up in my brain, but “Fuck yeah” escaped my lips. “I knew you would. I knew you were meant to be my slut.” Travis exclaimed as he increased the vigor of his thrusts. “Fuck your ass feels so good. I’m so fucking ready to take you as mine.” I heard and felt his slim thighs and his full balls slamming against mine as his rhythm grew even more. I clenched my sphincter muscles around his dick, hoping to milk it soon. My tender hole could not take much more of a pounding. My dick was leaking precum all over my stomach. I looked up at Travis, who’s grin had given way to an intense grimace as though he wanted to destroy me with his forward thrusts. His skinny torso was glistening with sweat. His chain bounced back and forth as he pounded me hard. He began grunting loudly – I worried my neighbors would hear. “UNH – UNH – UNH – UNH – FUCK I’M GONNA CUM! I’M GONNG CUM!!! UNH!!! UNH!!! UNH!!!!!! OH YEAHHHH!!!!!!” He screamed, as a toxic eruption took place deep in my guts. I was rock hard and my dick was throbbing as my fuck hole was now lubricated with Travis’s unmedicated being. I stroked furiously, thinking to myself how hot it was that I’d just taken a load from this stud with the perfect dick I’d worshiped from afar for weeks. He resumed slowly pulsing his dick out and in my ass, fucking his POZ jizz deeper into my chute, he wanted to make sure it would take hold. I gripped my dick harder and kept stroking. “You’re mine now, bitch. I’ve marked you like a dog pissing on a tree. You have my DNA in you forever. Your purpose from here out is to worship my cum, to worship me, and to become mine in every way. Lick my pits you fucking bitch. He leaned down and let me lick his sweaty armpits. My tough meandered down to his nipples. My balls tingled, signaling it was time for me to erupt too. “Fuuucckk!” I screamed, and a fountain of neg spunk erupted over my torso.

If you are relaxed, hell yeh it feels good. If a guy is ramming you with his cock like a pike driver and you are tense, its not going to feel good at all.

Of course you'd be ignored ... and I just know you'd enjoy the feeling as my hot creamy milk floods through and fills your dark tunnel of lust. You'll want more ....

I cum while being fucked more so from raw fucking that normally leads to a full blown orgasm and my cum squirting hard

I've been hesitant to add my cute little stories on here as the 'score' counts of others (on here) are typically so much higher. I'm fascinated by the veteran players in the bareback underground, shameless sluts whom I am trying to emulate! Relative novices like myself read the 'last load' stories and I wonder: "You did HOW many guys?" "Is he for real?" How? Where? Well I'm not in New York and even my hot friend Gary in LA has a hard time rounding up action (guys who don't flake) when I visit him. So how do you get TEN LOADS, in ONE DAY? With craigslist gone, one of the best tools (I never tried) is apparently gone. But I want all that and more: total PROMISCUOUS SEX, anon and lewd, all about THE SCORES! But let me share my last load story for the newbies among us... (no love, no romance, don't worry, just RAW SEX)!!!! HARDCORE sex veterans, please skip reading and don't give me negative marks for not embellishing with missing raunchiness and OKAY YES I HAVE FUCKED 29 guys since April, lol As the 50-shades of grey go, my slut uniform looks virtually snow-white (no source of pride, I promise you) A late poz-convert from being a negative serial monogamist top (mostly). I have now willfully embraced the new reality and turned into a pragmatic poz slut, terms settled in a prenuptial with my much younger poz husband. He converted me, unknowingly! Well, my number was up! Anyway, we both gave each other LICENCE TO SCORE: condition - ALWAYS BAREBACK, NO PULLING OUT! BUT... If a fool should get 'clingy' (romantic) he gets THE AXE for future play, banished from the court, red card, stone-cold! Well, maybe my popped cherry is at least OFF-WHITE, at least in comparison to my new sex sports-idols on here (those who I trust and talk to in private). I'm amazed and eager to meet some of them in Atlanta and whore my hubby out. Well anyway! I think there were plenty of hints given when I could have JOINED THE BB-SPORTS-TEAM YEARS AGO at the assorted pool-parties. Events sponsored by guys where I knew this BF and that guy is poz... but what does it mean? Are all of them guys poz? Do they ALL bb? Do they care? Should I care? Is it all DON'T ASK, DON'T TELL? There were hungry looks from strangers when my BF (at the time) and I left early. "Hey you guys wanna stay? You guys wanna play?" I don't recall if there was ever a verbal invitation but I always backed out. For all I know, my (ex) BF went back at some point. I wasn't ready then! But this site has given me more NERVE and BALLS to do what in my wildest dreams I never thought I was capable of. Specifically BOTTOMING RAW for the sake of it! NSA! Chase for cock and cum like a stealthy hunter, always on the prowl, looking for clues and 'code in the language'... of WHO IS GAME! I'm now SYSTEMATICALLY trying to hunt down some of the extra lewd players I recall meeting in the past. Like this guy Pete or whatever, who flashed me his GORGEOUS COCK every chance he got, enticing me! I didn't bite! Him and a few others I used to think were TOO HOT TO HANDLE! Like I want to make up for lost time! I'm making progress. As you all know, GRINDR is pathetic mine-field of wanna-be prima-donnas proudly declaring their DDF and last certification dates and 'safe-and-sane' whatever. Few openly express their preference for BB and even fewer admit to being in the POZ-TRIBE. Yes that's what it says 'what are your TRIBES'. Several of those who WERE or ARE openly poz are getting flak from the negative cruisers, NASTY messages, very hostile! "Why are you even on here, spreading your disease?" that sort of thing.... But then there is the 'GREY-ZONE' plenty of those who go bare despite the posted 'condoms-only' affiliation... I tried it last week, at a sex-party. Saw the dude's profile on grindr 50 feet away and read the details. 'SAFE SEX ONLY'. Well let's see what that means! I backed my prelubed ass on his raging hard-on and it slipped right in!. No rubbers, no formalities, no questions! And stone-cold sober too! Then yesterday, FINALLY, I hooked up with one of those dudes (now hunting on grindr) one of those hotties I used to see at the presumed BAREBACK POZ POOL-PARTIES. One of those hungry faces in the pack of hunks with packed crotches whom I deemed TOO HOT to handle. Now, freshly poz-converted, I'm on a 'seek-and-destroy-my-ass' mission to take all the big, poz cocks I can scare up. ANY cock really, poz-preferred but my inhibitions have faded away. I saw he was on grindr (before when we talked we were both typically doing something like WORK) Well, the time was right: Saturday afternoon. Me: "ARE YOU FREE?" Him: "YES!" Me: "WANNA FUCK?" Him: "HELL YES!" No status questions asked, no talk of rubbers. In our early 'talks' he admitted I ALWAYS WANTED TO FUCK YOU when you came to Scott's house' (ten years ago). That was good enough for me! I gave the address, 30 minutes, he walks in! Straight to bed-room: big crotch straining in his denims as usual, fat cock flops out, semi-hard. straight to action, now fully hard, despite the big size. Typically there is more ass-licking and all but I wanted, CRAVED that sketchy cock in me. I even used some lube, let him lay back on the bed. I impaled myself balls-deep to the point it hurt BUT I didn't flinch... I rode him slow, I rode him hard. That cock hit the back-wall and the prostrate and it was hungry for this dude I had lusted for YEARS AGO but wasn't ready to respond to. Now he was INSIDE ME, bareback, no questions asked, no talk of rubbers, just riding raw... He held out for a long time, rock-hard and full eye-contact. I can do that! Anon and all that is cool too but he always wanted to fuck me... I felt that cock shoot cool gobs of jizz, pulsing and throbbing. Fucking A! No idea if he is poz or not! New protocol! Maybe he will tell me in passing some day. But while his dick was in me we discussed 'getting the old crew together' and visit Scot in Nashville. They always PLAY HARD there I'm told! This time I'm game! Bring my man and throw him into the pack of hungry wolves... When I finally 'dismounted' his semi-hard cock flopped out like a rubbery dildo but my man-snatch clammed up to hold onto the prized semen. I saw him to the door in a most sportsman-like manner, to make sure no 'romantic ideas' were sprouting in his head! I held onto that cum like a proud member of the 'bb-poz-tribe', one so 'secret' not even recognized by prudish grindr. I went right back to the open apps. Had a few messages. Hungry for more cock. It's like opening a bag of potato-chips... and 'sloppy seconds' are a hot commodity... bam! Scored another, the JUST GOT BRED clinched the deal! Dude came right over, ate my ass like a champ, tasting jizz of what he must presume to be a total stranger. He slipped his tool in with no resistance, despite the fact his cock was thick. My slut-hole had been properly rutted. CUM-LUBED! And dude came in like two minutes, as I told him HOW I rode the other guy: "like thief who robbed the bank!" He bucked and rutted, and that load was over the top... in the ass that is... but it was actually running down my leg as he was on his way out the door after completing his insemination! Never asked him for his name, but if he did I may have forgotten... I expect both to become part of my 'repeat player' team... maybe at the same time!

Both, I have no preferences as long as the cock is ready to blast.

So its my birthday today and I have to say I'm quite pleased with my journey today. It all started late last night, a fuckbud of mine hit me up and came over. This guy always likes me to be blindfolded and in a jock ass up waiting for him. A nice 7" cut cock, he loves taking his time with me. He gets here around 11:30 last night, and we do the usual thing. This time he's savoring me blowing him. I must have sucked his cock for over half an hour before he finally slipped his cock into my raw ass. He again takes his time, and by the time he's shot his load he's been at my place over an hour. I realize its after midnight and tell him it was the first load of my birthday. We have a good laugh, sit and chat. Turns out he was trying to arrange a threeway but that didn't work out. After a few minutes of us chatting and cuddling he's rock hard again. I suck him a couple minutes, and this time I take charge and sit on his cock and ride him. A few minutes of this and he gets me doggy style. He starts pounding my ass hard and fast, I know this time he's not taking his time. A few more minutes and he pumps load 2 in my ass! Dang! Hope that happens again next time. After he left I went to bed, and sadly no one woke me up with their cocks. I got up, ran some errands, had lunch and came back home. Its raining and nasty so not really worth going outside at moment. Only a couple hours free until meeting up with friends & family for dinner and drinks. I'm on all the usual apps, and I notice on grindr a screenname pop up near me that comes and goes. It's one of my BBC neighbors who pops on and off grindr all the time. He never says its him, he doesn't have a profile pic, but I know its him. I say hi. He responds saying he's been trying to get his cock sucked all day and he's dying for a BJ, me blindfolded. What the fuck is with the blindfolds? Anyway, we agree, I hope maybe he'll be moved to breed me after I warm him up. He shows up, I hear him drop his pants and instead of shoving his cock in my mouth while I'm kneeling, he sits on the sofa. I feel my way up to his cock, soft and thick at first, and start sucking. Oh yeah, don't need to see him to know I was 100% right as to who it was. It's funny blowing guys sometimes. I do all sorts of acrobatics with my mouth, tongue in combination with my hands, worshipping his cock and balls. In the end, all it takes is me just sucking hard and at a nice pace, no fancy licking (though it drove him crazy) just smooth and steady until he shot a huge, sweet & tangy load (3) in my mouth. I thank him, he leaves and I go back to check the apps. Next up, a guy on BBRT that has bred me a few times hits me up. He's a young bull a block or so away. Nice long cock, not fat like the last BBC, but damn fined cock! He says he'll be here in 5-7 minutes. I'm in a jock, ass up waiting for him and actually don't need a blindfold! Yay! He comes in, and I suck him hard, and he pushes into me. He's here for one thing and one thing only, to get off in my ass. It doesn't take long for his load (4) to be dripping out of my ass. As he's leaving he thanks me saying he was about to give up when he saw me pop on. Not sure why these hot tops with big cocks are having problems getting laid, even with the rain, but its the other bottoms loss. So far 4 loads today, 1 oral and 3 anal, and counting....

or he just sees the cum running down your leg

That's a seriously fuckable ass!

I don’t fuck man cunt very often but this wet dripping beauty has my cock hard and ready to fuck

Walking around the bathhouse/bar and wondering if the guy who just smiled at you was the guy you never saw who had fucked you earlier. Having someone randomly walk up to you and ask if you're ready for another load. Being introduced to someone by his partner and seeing the look of panic on his face when he realizes where he knows you from. Then seeing him relax as you play the "Nice to meet you" game (and knowing I'm gonna get his dick again to thank me for being discrete).

I prefer to fuck a looser hole than a tight one - too tight and I just assume the bottom is fighting me. I have pretty good muscle control and I will adjust my hole to the top's likes. If he moans more when I'm tight, I keep it tight. If he gets louder when I'm loose, I spread it wide for him. I find most guys like both depending on where they are timing-wise and how fast they want to cum. No complaints yet, so I think I'm doing i right. Any tops want to critique my skills? @DesertChaos, I'm looking at you.... <oink>

Went hiking this past week in the mountains south of Reno, NV. Found a nice secluded spot under a small grove of trees next to a small spring. Dropped my cargo shorts and bent myself over a large tree stump. Took my partner's horse bone deep in my hungry fuck hole (spit was my only lube). Was pounded hard, moaning like the bb whore that I am...begging my stud for his seed. My stallion did not disappoint...dropping a multi-day load deep in my well fucked hole...Pig ? heaven!!! Was nice and wet for the rest of the hike. LUV bb fuck in the woods...my fantasy has now become a reality...More, more...Oink! ?

I am in Chiangmai, Thailand. I just got two loads. And waiting for the third. At 16.00 I met a young student selling his body on an app. Very cute, BBoy style. He fucked me without even mentioning anything about condoms, and shot his load into me. He was then quickly gone. At 17.30, another boy came to my room. A boy I had already met. Straight 20 years old boy fucking gays for money. He is very nice but, unfortunately likes to cum quick. But I have his cum inside me, mixed with the cum of the first boy. At 19.30 I will meet the next boy. A young boy from the mountains, who works as a cook, but always needs some extra money. That will be my third Thai load for today. Another hour to wait...

Just got home from a Grindr hookup. He wasnakedonhis couch when I get there. I stripped down to a jock and got on my knees for him. I sucked him off for a bit before his friend called. He asked if i was down to take care of 2 dicks, a said sure and shortly after his friend was at the door. I switched over to his friend and took his cock in my mouth and sucked it until he was hard. Then the original guy started lining up my hole and his dick while his friend started fucking my mouth. He slowly slid his raw cock in my hole while I continued going down on his friend, he didn’t last long but he came a lot. His friend pushed me off him and bent me over the sofa and rammed into my ass. He was a lot more aggressive than his friend. Not too long after he unloaded in my hole. I could feels their loads dropping from my hole as I got dressed and left.

nobody had to molest me.i was born a cumdump and couldnt wait to start sucking cocks, drinking cum and getting fucked. first time i got to suck a cock i naturally swallowed and i knew that i was born to suck cock.pretty sure i was the only grade 8 in my school who could fully deepthroat. when guys started fucking me i knew i was born to be a cumdumpster fucktoy.i started dreaming about blowing groups of guys and getting gangbanged in elementary school so i know im a natural born pussyboy

One word..."next"

looking to host in Irving Texas now for someone to come slam with me and fuck and breed me.

Woke I awoke Saturday morning with a splitting headache and a dry mouth. I rolled over and opened my eyes to see Travis sleeping soundly by my side, and the clouds in my mind cleared quickly: My ass was sore. This man, who’s not my husband, fucked me last night. Bare. To completion. And he’s HIV+. Fuck--what have I done, I thought. I began to sweat, as the gravity of my fuckup hit me. And then my phone buzzed on the bedside table. I rolled over to look and saw it was my husband Brad calling. “Hey baby!” I answered with a somewhat hoarse tone. “Hah – hey lover” he said, “you sound rough. How was your night on the town with our boys?” “Oh, it was pretty fun I guess,” I responded half-heartedly. “Not too eventful.” And then I felt my jock strap snapped from behind and Travis’s hands on my ass. I clinched my gluten as an attempt to indicate the touch wasn't welcome. He inched his naked body closer to mine anyway. I’d awoken the big dicked, skinny stranger with this phone call, and it was apparent he wasn’t going to make chatting with Brad easy. Travis parted my ass cheeks with his hands as I tried to ignore him and pay attention to Brad, and then Travis inserted his first finger. As he began his single finger fuck of my tight hole, the fact that his poz spunk was still buried in me was on the forefront of my mind. And then a second finger slid in alongside the first. I grimaced. And then a third finger made its way inside me. In any other situation I would have yelped in pain, but I remained silent for Brad. “What you up to today?” Brad asked, as Travis began assaulting my fuck chute with his callused fingers. He worked my hole, shoving his digits in and out, twisting them with each entry. Occasionally I felt his finger nails scraping against my tender anus wall. It was all I could do not to make an audible response to the act. And yet, my dick began to harden. “Not totally sure. Probably just laying low. How about you –- are the meetings going well?” I asked as I felt Travis’s whiskers on my neck, kissing me, sucking on my jugular. I would certainly have a hickey from this. I lost track of the conversation as I was focused on not reacting to the man molesting me from behind. As Brad began going over the list of colleagues who were getting on his nerves, Travis withdrew his fingers. I then felt his dick being guided up and down my ass crack, leaving a slimy trail of precum. “Fuck no, surely he’s not gonna try to fuck me now?” I thought to myself as I tried to move away toward the edge of the bed. But as Brad continued the monologue against his coworkers, the tip of Travis’s monster cock found my hole. Travis’s arm wrapped around me to hold me close, and I had no option but to grit my teeth and accept the entry of his big dick. Travis wasn’t in the moment for romance or to be gentle: he wanted to mark his bitch. He wanted me to get caught. He wanted to claim me as his own. He wanted to emasculate Brad. He slammed his mostly dry cock deep in me. I winced and fought the urge to scream. It hurt like hell. He withdrew most of his shaft from me and then thrust forward into my body again. And again. And again. Brad then started talking about recent discussions with his family about summer vacation plans. I was successfully masking the intrusion into our marriage by remaining quiet, with occasional banter to keep the conversation going (things like “oh wow,” and “that’s great”). Travis pulled my hair as his fuck pace increased. He wanted to cum in me before Brad hung up the phone. I instinctively ground my ass backwards into him, enabling his dick to go deeper and deeper inside me. My own dick was now throbbing and was leaking precum onto our sheets. Brad took hold of my cock and began stroking it in rhythm with his pounding of my hole. My breath was becoming short. Travis was close. I was getting close. Travis picked up his pace. Brad began to wonder about the change in my breathing. “Everything ok there?” “Yeah” I said, thinking quickly and seeing the dog bed in the corner, “Molly and I are playing tug of war with her chewey. Sorry lover, go on.” Brad continued speaking, until finally Travis slammed his body into mine and let out a guttural sound. “unnnnnnnnnnhhhhhh.” Another batch of his poz dna had been injected deep inside me. “Oh fuck” I said, and then recovered “Brad, I gotta take Molly out now. Can I call you back later babe?” “ummm – ok? Sure. " He said, unsure of what was happening on my end of the phone. " Have a great day lover and call me back later!” Brad said as we ended the call. With his dick still pulsing out poison sperm into my ass, Travis jerked my dick until I began spurting my neg cum onto the sheets. “Your pussy of a husband will never fuck you again, slut. Mark my words, slut. You’re mine.”

Cock sucking is my primary passion, followed closely by rimming. I'm an ass freak-male and female. Simply love the feel of my face buried cheek to cheek in a smooth clean ass, tongue probing deep into a tasty butt hole.

Part 8 It was early evening Saturday by now, I’d been at Dean’s house since early afternoon. I had no idea how long I’d been there until I looked at a clock. I didn’t care either, all I wanted was more drugs, more cock and more cum inside me. Daddy and I got in the car and he turned to me “I’m so fucking proud of you Justin. You were amazing back there. Daddy raised you to be a dirty little whore who never said no. And you proved yourself to be exactly that today. Dean kept track and you took 18 loads today including the ones at the mall.” I smiled and blushed a little. I love making Daddy proud of me. And my cumdump was still aching for more. “Thanks, Daddy. I had an awesome time. My pussy was fucking hungry. What’s the surprise?” He just smiled and kept driving. “You’ll see. I know you’re going to like it. One more thing you should know. I set you up with Dean. I wanted you to have a good experience the first time you got gang banged, and I know him and trust him. I wanted my baby boy to be raped hard but kept safe.” He smiled at me and continued, “I met Dean when he was only 18 and still a virgin. I took his cherry and got him into pig sex, just like you. Now you’re 18 and he’s helping me introduce you to being the dirty little faggot pig I know you can be.” He reached over and tousled my hair. Then he reached behind me and started to play with the crack of my hairy ass. I leaned my head back and moaned. “Fuck Daddy, my ass is so fucking hungry. I really need to take some more cocks. Are you taking me to where I can get more cocks, please?” He laughed and said “holy shit, son, you are a hungry little fag. Yes, I’m taking you to where you can get more cocks. As a matter of fact we’re here.” Daddy pulled the car up in front of a low, sleazy looking one story building. There was graffiti on one end and the sign was kind of beat up. It read ‘13th Avenue Arcade.’ I couldn’t figure out why were going to an arcade to play video games, and said so. He laughed “Oh baby boy, it’s not that kind of arcade. But we will be playing some fun games. Mostly involving your cunt and some strangers’ cocks.” He pulled the car around the back, and parked in a dark corner of the parking lot. He leaned over and kissed me deep on the lips. “You’re such a hot little faggot, son. I can’t wait for you to find out your surprise.” He grinned again, and pulled a small case out of the glovebox of the car. He unzipped it and pulled out two loaded points, along with a strap and alcohol pads. I knew exactly what to do. I grabbed the pad and started wiping the crook of my arm while Daddy put a strap on each of our arms. He carefully slid the needle into my arm and pulled back until it registered a bright red flash. He smiled and said “hold on, when I say ‘now,’ push it in,” and proceeded to slip the loaded point into his vein. As soon as his point registered, he looked over at me and said “you ready faggot?” I laughed and said “I was born ready for this, Daddy.” He laughed again and said “you sure were. NOW!” With that we both pushed the plungers in on our respective points. This one was stronger than what Dean and Eric had given me, my ears rang, and I started to cough. I could see that it was affecting Daddy the same way. “Good boy! Let’s go in there and get you gang raped!” I opened the door of the car and got unsteadily to my feet. I made an extra effort to keep the buttplug in my cunt, not wanting to lose any of the 18 loads of cum I had inside me. Daddy opened the back door of the arcade and I could see it was dimly lit inside. Off to the right there was a door with two large windows in it, and I could see a video playing there on an enormous screen. I could hear some low moaning from behind the door and from other places in the room I couldn’t identify. To the left were a bunch of plywood booths with doors on them. A couple were ajar and I could see video screens inside, showing clips of movies. There were 8 or 10 men milling about the room, cruising or being cruised. Daddy and I walked to the front of the room and passed through a brightly lit doorway into the front part of the store. There were cheap sex toys for sale, dildos, vibrators, cockrings, as well as a few straggler DVDs for people who hadn’t quite embraced streaming porn. Daddy walked up to the counter and threw $20 on the glass case. He smiled at the young man working there and said “Hey Chuck how you been? This is my son, Justin. I’m bringing him around to show him the ropes.” Chuck laughed. He reached out a meaty paw at the end of a hairy arm and shook my hand. “Nice to meet ya Justin. Your Dad’s a nasty fucking pig. He teaching you to be one too?” I blushed and said “he sure is. I love it.” Chuck laughed and leaned over to ask Daddy quietly, “you been playin darts with this boy?” Daddy laughed. “Maybe. You’ll have to find out.” Chuck got a nasty shit eating grin on his face. “I plan to do that, Mike.” Chuck was a large man, about 30 years old, probably 6’5” tall and broad shouldered. He had hair pouring out of the collar of his t-shirt, as if the thin white cotton just couldn’t contain the fur. He had a little bit of a beer belly and a shaved head. He was incredibly hot, and his tight shorts left little to the imagination. Chuck took the $20 bill Daddy laid on the counter and handed Daddy a bunch of brass tokens. He took half of them and handed them to me. Chuck said “feel free to go in the movie room. Let me know when you wanna go back there and I’ll buzz you in.” Daddy tousled my hair again and said “you ready boy? Let’s go get that cumdump raped again. What do you say?” “Fuck yeah, Daddy. My pussy is desperate. I’ve gotta have more cum inside me. I really wanna get used like a whore.” He laughed and we walked in the back. “Have fun, guys, I’ll come back and check on you in a while,” Chuck said. Daddy and I waved and we walked back into the back room. He led me over to one of the booths in the middle of the row and opened the door. There were holes in both side walls and a TV screen at the front. Daddy pulled the door shut and said “strip.” I took off my t-shirt and shorts and he reached around and pulled the large buttplug out of my hole. I moaned loudly. I lived for my cunt being full, and now it felt so empty. The slam we did in the car left me desperate for cock. Daddy reached over and started to kiss me hard, on the mouth and said “are you ready for your surprise, son? Are you ready to be bred by any cock that wants to breed you?” “Fuck Daddy! I need it so badly. You know I can’t say no to cock.” I moaned loudly. He reached over and bent me at the waist and I figured it out. He wanted me to shove my cunt up against the hole in the wall. “That’s it boy! That’s called a glory hole. You’ll find out in a minute why.” I moaned again, and I could hear the door in the next booth open. Then I heard one of the tokens dropped into the machine, a zipper pulled down and pants hitting the floor. “It’s showtime, baby boy,” Daddy whispered. “Fuck Daddy! I love you so much. This man is going to breed me and I can’t even see him, but I love his cock no matter what, as long as he shoots another load in me." I could feel the man’s cock head pressed against my ass, and I pushed my hole back further and just let his cock slide inside me. I heard the man in the other booth moan as his cock made its way inside my cunt. “Fuck that’s sloppy,” I could hear him whisper to himself. Daddy gave me a hit of poppers which I pulled deep into my lungs and held there. My cunt relaxed even more if that was possible. I was flying. I was high on crystal and poppers and cock. Mostly cock. Daddy’s surprise was just beginning but I could tell it was going to be a helluva fun night. The man in the other booth got into a good rhythm of fucking me with his nice fat 7” uncut cock. I moaned in a low guttural voice as the man started to pound my cunt, and Daddy said “I’ll be back in a minute, son. I’m pretty sure you know what to do now.” He handed me the bottle of poppers and let the door of the booth shut behind him. I was in heaven, and hoped it would last forever. Just as the booth door closed, the man on the other side of the wall sped up and I could feel his cock throbbing. Then the spurts that went all the way up my cunt. I was tweaked out of my mind, and focused on one thing and one thing only. My cunt and getting it as loaded up and raped by as many cocks as possible. The first glory hole cock held still and throbbed inside my ass, then it slid out of me and I heard the man in the booth pull up his pants and walk out. I noticed some movement in the booth on the other and I looked inside, only to see a huge fat cut dick appear. “Sit on it faggot,” the disembodied voice on the other side said. “Yes, sir!” I said and turned around only to sink my sloppy hole onto the new man’s cock that wanted to use me. I could tell it was going to be a long night and my cunt throbbed now that it was once again happy and full of cock.

Here we go, boys. More . ====================== Part 7 Dean sped up pounding Daddy’s ass, while talking a stream of filth. “You fucking whore faggot, you think you’re a top. You can’t wait for my cock to rape your hairy fucking cumdump. Begging for loads like a nasty little $2 whore. Like your son. Never seen such a nasty little faggot begging for loads. Now I know who taught him to be such a pig.” And on and on. All the while, pounding Daddy’s ass full of his long, fat, cut cock. Daddy was reduced to moaning gibberish, and trying to keep his cock inside Chris’ sloppy hole. Chris was desperate to keep Daddy’s cock inside him, so his greedy cunt would stay filled. So they held onto each other while Dean raped my Daddy. I was so turned on watching it happen, while my own cunt was filled with an enormous fat dick. Dean kept up the filth coming out of his mouth, calling Daddy a faggot whore and a dirty cumdump, while he pounded Daddy’s hole incredibly hard. Finally, with a shudder and a loud moan, I could see his nuts contracting and could tell that Dean was pumping Daddy full of a huge load of sticky sperm. Just like the one he had dumped into me. Daddy moaned, begging Dean to breed him. “Fuck Dean, I can’t ever say no to your load. Breed my fucking whore dump. Rape me full of your sperm. Turn me into your fucking bitch.” Dean just laughed and said “I already did, Mike. Boy turns into Daddy and rapes Daddy into submission.” Daddy laughed, turned and pulled Dean in to kiss him hard. Chris just moaned and said “Daddy Mike, will you breed me now, please?” I looked over and he was doing his best begging puppy dog imitation. Daddy laughed and started to pound Chris again, while a dribble of Dean’s jizz rolled out of Daddy’s cunt. Dean licked it up and fed it back to Daddy. Jack, the black dude who was raping me started to speed up and said “Fuck that was hot. Nasty fucking cumdump family. Fucking little faggot, you ready for another load of sperm? Tell me what you want!” “Fuck yeah, rape me full of that cum. Give me that fucking sperm load. I can’t get enough jizz inside me. I’m just a fucking whore for cum. Breed me motherfucker!” He pounded his cock a final time all the way inside my cumdump and I could feel his dick throbbing inside me. Using me to get off like I was a Fleshlight. Using me as a fuck hole. Using me to dump his load into. Knocking me up. Not a person, just a hole for cock and cum.. Just like Daddy raised me to be. Jack pulled his cock out of my gaping dumpster and immediately shoved a fat plug in so I wouldn’t lose any of the cum. I moaned like a whore and he rolled off me. Daddy sped up and I could see he was finally giving Chris the load of jizz that he’d been begging for. Daddy turned to me and said “you all plugged up, son? Good. Don’t wanna lose any of that jizz. Let’s get dressed and go. I still have a surprise for you.” We said our goodbyes to the other guys, got dressed and headed out. I couldn’t wait to find out what Daddy had in store for me. I was high as fuck and my cunt was still incredibly hungry for cock and cum.

How it Happened Ch. 3 I caught the bus back to campus without any trouble. The whole time with Michael seemed like a terrifying sexy dream. My well-fucked ass and the slowly leaking jizz seeping from my “boy pussy” told me I had not imagined my time with Michael. Fortunately, my roommate was still gone when I returned to my dorm room. I stripped and took another shower, so when I woke in the morning I wouldn’t wake to a puddle of cum in my bed. I told myself, even though I promised to let Michael fuck me raw anytime he wanted, this was only a one-time occurrence. When we met again, I would explain I preferred to engage in only safe-sex. I was sure he would understand, and we could move forward without any repeat of our wild and reckless night. Now having told myself this, I had to admit the sex had been amazing. The warm, throbbing cock pumping in and out of me had treated me to what had to be without a doubt some of the best sex in my life. I found myself getting hard as I remembered the hot, pulsing shots of his thick semen filling me up, as he continued pounding me like a porn star whore. I understood now why guys loved fucking raw, and I almost regretted depriving that lacrosse of the opportunity to breed me as Michael had done. Still it was better to be safe, than sorry. Michael and I could get tested together, and once our tests came back negative, we could skip rubbers and fuck like the night before. I took a couple of Aleve PM, so I could get some rest, and hopefully ease the pain of my well-fucked ass. As I drifted off to sleep, I heard my roomie return, but I was too far gone to care. When I woke up, I first thought it was dawn, but, I had slept through the entire day. Fortunately, I had only two classes, but I had never missed a class in my life. I contacted friends from those classes to catch up on my missed work, as well as checked over my work for the next day’s class-work. My friends from the night I met Michael had texted me to make sure I was doing okay. They apologized for abandoning me at after-hours club. I texted back it was all cool and had met a great guy, who was interested in seeing me again. Bed-time, Michael texted me. I found myself boning up at once as soon as I saw a message from him. I didn’t remember giving him my number, but at this point I couldn’t care less how he got my number. He told me how much he enjoyed our time together and was definitely looking forward to seeing me again Friday night. I responded telling him how much fun I had as well, and I was looking forward to seeing him again. I soon found my cock leaking like crazy as he told me how much he enjoyed being inside me, and the way my “boy pussy” just seemed to keep milking his cock for more jizz. Even though his graphic texts turned me on something awful, I told him I really needed to talk about being safe in the future. I felt relieved when he responded that was something we could talk about Friday. I had been afraid he would want to not see me again, but that seemed not to be the case. He told me his friends were excited to meet me this coming weekend. His last text of the night included a picture of his cock buried in my ass, with some of his loads leaking out, with the comment, “Something to dream about until we see one another again. I barely made it to our bathroom, before I blew my load all over myself. I wanted him to fuck me again in the worse way. The rest of the week seemed to drag along at a snail’s pace, until Friday afternoon and my classes were over for the week. I made sure to try and get ahead of my school work, so I wouldn’t have anything to do Sunday night. It didn’t help Michael sexted me every night. I was a quivering messy of teen hormones by the time I caught the bus to Michael’s apartment Friday evening. The second night we had texted, he made me promise not to fap for the rest of the week. He wanted me loaded with jizz, so he could empty me out completely by the end of the weekend. The thought of someone making me climax until I couldn’t shoot anymore strangely turned me on more than I wanted to admit. I honestly don’t think I’ve ever been as hard as I was when I climbed on the bus from Hopkins to downtown. I packed my toiletries, as well a couple changes of clothes, since I had no idea what he had planned for us to do over the weekend. I made sure I packed a box of condoms, just in case Michael didn’t have any on hand. I wanted to be prepared like the Eagle Scout I was. My heart was pounding, and there was a nice sized wet spot on my jeans, by the time I arrived at Michael’s apartment. I was seriously regretting following his instructions I free-ball. My tight jeans rubbed me in ways I wasn’t used to while wearing underwear. Every step made me harder and ooze even more precum. The outer door-grate was unlocked and opened easily when I pulled on it. I took a deep breathe before I hesitantly knocked on the door. I could hear voices and music playing, so I knocked a little bit harder a couple more times before I heard the door unlock and open. “Babe,” Michael smiled at me stepping aside to let me enter. I thought I’d blow my wad right there in the door way when I saw him. The only thing he had on was pair of black skin-tight jeans with the top button unbuttoned. His thick, hard cock bulged and strained against the zipper which seemed barely able to restrain his desire for me. “We’ve all been waiting for you to get here, so the fun can begin,” he told me, pulling me into a passionate kiss. His kiss threw me completely off kilter, everything I had planned to say to him went out of my mind. As we kissed, he began getting me out of my clothes, I almost felt as if I were in a porn flick, everything seemed to be happening so quickly. Once I was naked, Michael handed me the glass pipe we had smoked last time I was there. I started to say I didn’t want to get started that quick this time, but as soon as I opened my mouth the pipe was inserted. “Inhale babe, just keep inhaling like a good lil’ chem piggy,” he chuckled, as he continued moving his lighter back and forth as he started stroking my cock. God, what a surreal and amazing feelings he was created in me. Occasionally, he would take a hit himself, but soon I found it back in my mouth. I lost track of time as I stood in the doorway getting wasted and jerked off by him. My lust for Michael was equal to the previous time I had been at his place on Saturday night. I wanted his dick bad and he knew it. He pushed me down to my knees, before feeding me his beautiful, thick, uncut cock. I worshiped it, as he had taught me to the first time I sucked him. I swear I got even harder, when he grabbed a fistful of my hair and began to seriously face-fuck me like the slut he called me. I gagged somewhat, but soon was able to take his cock to his shaved groin. If being his slut got me his dick, I was more than willing to become one for him. I was in love with him and wanted to please him. I began to love it when he forced himself deep down my throat cutting off my air and holding it there until I was almost ready to pass out, Slobber and precum coated his cock when he finally withdrew it long enough to let me breath, before shoving it in deep. He could do anything he wanted, I was his to use, so long as he fucked me. I began to believe and accept his dirty talk about being his slut, bitch-boy. I was his whore/cumslut. I wanted, no correct that, NEEDED, to please him anyway I could so he would slide his magnificent fuck-stick inside my boy-cunt. Safe-sex was the furthest thing from my mind. I NEEDED to feel him deep inside me and flooding my insides with his cum. He pulled me off his throbbing, dripping cock, smiling down at me. “Oh yeah slut, we’re going to have a fun time this weekend,” he told me yanking me to my feet by my hair, before French kissing the hell out of me. “Come on bitch, time for some more fuck smoke and some fuck vitamins, then you can get back to work showing me how much you want my fuck stick and dirty loads up your cunt.” I didn’t even think to argue, I just followed him down to the living-room. All thoughts of safe-sex had vanished into thin air like the clouds of white smoke he began to feed me once I swallowed another smiley-face pill and a blue diamond-shaped pill. Once again, he encouraged me to drink more Gatorade. Once I had finished the Gatorade, he fed me even more of the amazing fuck-smoke, which made me even horny than I thought possible. I didn’t even wait to be asked, I finished the pipe off and dropped to my knees and returned to worshiping my new owner. If I had been sober, I would have taken serious offense to being referred to as his property, now rather than his boyfriend. If it meant I would soon be fucked by him, I was more than willing to be his bitch, slut. I had no intention of debated his claim of knocking me up, as being proof I was now his to do or to use however he wanted. My sole focus was bringing pleasure to him, so he would bring me pleasure. I moaned in pleasure, as he continued to forcefully use my mouth and throat. I enjoyed the feel of his hands on my ass, spreading my cheeks wide and slipping something small and hard in my hole. A moment later I felt a warm, burning feeling suddenly shot into my hole, before the hard, small cylinder slide from my hole. As time began to stand still, my hole began to hunger to be filled with his hard cock. I was about to try and pull off his cock to beg him to fuck me, when suddenly my hole stretched wider than it had ever been stretched before as an enormous cock-head punched through it’s opening, thrusting several massively, thick inches deep inside me. “Sorry Mikey, we just couldn’t wait any longer to join the party,” a deep, masculine voice said from behind me. “Is he as good as cock-sucker as he looks?” Another voice off to the side asked. “It looks like he knows how to deep through you, but can he do me? A third voice asked. “Well there is only one way to find out, you’ll just have to take him for a test spin. He’s yours for the weekend, but don’t break him please I still want to keep him for a while longer to expand his horizons,” I heard Michael chuckle as he pulled me off his cock and slide out from under me and off the couch. I gasped for breath as I felt the rest of my mysterious fucker’s raw dick sink all the way inside me as his bushy pubes settled against my ass cheeks. My head dropped all the way down on the sofa cushion as I moaned in pleasure at the mysterious cock now buried balls deep inside me. I was torn between feeling betrayed by my new boyfriend, and the incredible pleasure of the thick piece of fuck-meat now buried inside me. I didn’t even know what the guy even looked like, but I was beginning to not even care, because as he began rocking in and out of me slowly at first building momentum, I found myself moaning in pleasure. I didn’t want this amazing thick cock to stop. I my moans of pleasure soon matched both the speed and depth of his fucking. “Hey Mikey, I think he likes it,” chuckled the voice behind me, which prompted laughs from the others. I never had any doubt he would,” laughed Michael. “Have fun with him. I’ll be back later, I have a “date” with a hot lil’ Calvert Hall senior. I may bring him back to join the fun,” chuckled my “boyfriend”. “The kid loves raw cock and cum, I met him at Bush River,” he laughed. Michael grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulling my head up to face him. “You are going to take good care of my friends while I’m gone aren’t you cumdump?” He asked me with a look that told me I had better behave or else. “Yes…Sir,” I answered submissively, fearing what might happen if I dared to refuse. Besides, I was really beginning to enjoy the fuck I was getting for this mysterious man. “That’s a good lil’ bitch slut,” he smirked at me. “I’m just helping you become the lil’ faggot slut you’ve always dreamed of being,” he laughed, before leaning down to kiss the hell of me. “I’ll be back in a couple hours gents, enjoy,” he said before letting go of my hair and leaving the room. “Here blow some clouds boy,” commanded a deep voice holding the glass pipe to my mouth. I heard the click of the lighter and saw the flame begin to move along the bottom of the glass bubble. Each time I inhaled deeply, the cock fucking me paused, only to resume its relentless pounding of my ass. Once I finished off the white rock, I found myself presented with two cocks to service. One black and one caramel-colored, both were larger and thicker than I had seen before in my limited sexual explorations. Normally, I would have resisted, but instead I began to worship those beautiful cocks being presented to me. I was in heaven licking and sucking on them, while another cock continued to fuck me relentlessly. “Damn, this cunt is amazing,” grunted the voice behind me. “He’s a horny lil’ fucker,” he groaned, before slapping my ass hard, which in turned made me moan around one of the cocks stuffing my throat. “I think Mikey found a good one here, he’s a nasty lil’ pussy boy,” chuckled one of the voices busy feeding me cock. “Get…ready…to…swap,” panted my fucker. “SHIT! YES! FUCK!” Howled the man long dicking me like there was no tomorrow. “TAKE…MY…DIRTY…LOAD!” I pushed back against the unknown man fucking me as I felt his dick begin to swell and fill me with his jizz. I wanted his load in the worse way. “Damn! That was a good fuck, can’t wait until he’s really broken in properly,” chuckled the man as I felt his cock begin to withdraw from me. I tried to close my ass to keep his load inside, but I couldn’t. The next thing I knew another cock was sliding inside me, while I was presented with a cum-covered cock to clean. I didn’t hesitate in opening my mouth to clean and worship the cock that had just fucked me so wonderfully.

i can't believe there was a Bhagavad gita reference on the dirtiest site on the web! well done boys.lol

PART 3 Dean was focused on the laptop in front of him and quickly said “OK, there we go. Two more ads, one on Craig’s list, and one on BBRT. That should find us more more hot cocks to rape these two cumdumps. What do you say, faggots? You ready for some more randos to use your pussies? Here’s the ad: “Five guys, 18-30, partying together, three vers, two sloppy, loaded up bottom cumdumpsters, looking for other nasty pigs 18-40 to party some more, breed these dirty little fags, treat them like the whores they are. We’re into most nasty stuff, piss and fist to the head of the line. Send pics and come join us to get nasty.” Chris and I looked at each other and both got a shit-eating grin on our faces. I had four loads of sperm in my hole and Chris had 7. I needed to catch up. I needed to get more loads than Chris or at least catch up to him. I couldn’t let him outdo me when it came to getting my cunt loaded up. Dean posted the two ads on CL and BBRT but I also changed my Scruff and Growlr ads to show myself being more of a slut, debasing myself for loads. No load refused. I laid my phone on he bed next to me so I could respond to the messages quickly. I knew that my compact 18 year old hairy ass would quickly find some takers who wanted to breed me and once they were here they’d probably wanna breed Chris as well. Everyone wins. And I’d never tried piss before, so I wanted to see what that was about. As soon as the ads posted we started to get responses. Dean just smiled and I could tell he was just going to say yes and not give Chris or I any say in who came over to rape us. That was just fine with me. I’m a whore. I don’t get to pick and choose who shoves their cock in me. My cunt simply exists to let any cock use it and dump loads in it. The sooner that’s clear to the men fucking me, the better. I’m pretty sure Dean and Eric understood just how much of a whore I was. I know Chris did. He was lying on the bed next to me, sucking Eric’s cock lazily, trying to bring it back to life (I later found out they had all taken Cialis so they wouldn’t have a problem getting hard from the crystal). Eric was shoving his cock down Chris’ throat, making him deep throat it and moaning. “You nasty little faggot. You just want me to get hard again so I can rape you some more. Your fucking cunt is insatiable. I wonder if we can beat your record 22 loads in a weekend. You think, baby?” Chris looked up at Eric and smiled. “Whatever my Daddy wants, my Daddy gets. My cunt just lives to serve cock." Chris totally got me. Jose had gone into the other room, and Dean motioned me onto the floor. “Here, pig. Put this in your cunt so none of that sperm leaks out. You too, whore.” He handed me a fat buttplug and tossed an identical one to Chris. Eric grabbed it out of the air and made his lover turn around. He scooped up some of the cum that was leaking out of Chris’ ass and used it to lube up the plug and then shove it in with one push. Chris yelped. “FUCK, baby! That plug feels GOOD in my pussy. Don’t wanna waste any of that nice jizz.” Chris grabbed the plug out of my hand and motioned for me to turn around. Then he did the same thing, scooping up the jizz and lubing up the plug. “Here is comes, faggot.” With that he shoved the plug all the way inside me. My cunt was split open and it felt SO fucking good. I knew I was going to have to get some plugs of my own. This one was nice and fat and filled my cunt up, but only succeeded in making me more desperate for cock inside me. Dean grabbed his cock, which was half hard, and then my head and shoved it down my throat. His cock was nice and fat and fit down my throat really well, but I was hoping that he would get it hard enough to fuck me some more. My whole body was thinking about my need for cock in my ass. It was almost like I was just a hole. A receptacle for cocks. “That’s a good boy. Just nurse on my cock for a while so I can sort through these boys who wanna come over and pull a train on your fagdumps.” Eric got up and sat down next to Dean, and Chris followed him, kneeling on the floor in front of his boyfriend, so we could both suck on their cocks. “What do you think of this one,” Dean said. Eric smiled and said “fuck yeah, look at that cock. I wanna see him split them both open.” Dean laughed and said “not sure that will happen, they’re both pretty sloppy right now.” They both laughed. Jose came back into the room, holding a small bag. He said “I think we need to take this party to the next level. You ready, piggies?” They all laughed and said “fuck yeah!” Dean looked at me, pulled my mouth off his cock and said “you ever slammed before Justin? You ready for us to turn you into a HOLE?” I already felt like a total hole, so I wondered how much more I could feel, but I knew that I needed more cock, so I just grinned and said “fuck yeah. As long as it means more cum in my pussy, then I want it.” “Good,”Dean said. “We probably weren’t going to give you a choice anyway. But I had a feeling you wouldn’t say no. You’re a nasty little piggy. I can’t wait to teach you all about the depths of depravity." I still wasn’t entirely sure what they were talking about, but I didn’t care. I went back to sucking on Dean’s cock. Jose sat between Eric and Dean on the sofa, and I Chris and I took turns sucking on his cock as well. I was dying to get his load in my cunt as well instead of just in my mouth. Dean shut his laptop at the same time I heard my phone buzz. I grabbed it and saw a text from Daddy. “How you doing baby boy? You being a good whore for those boys?” I texted him back. “Fuck yes, Daddy! Thank you! I have five loads in me now and some more guys are coming over to breed me and the other bottom. They got me high and I feel amazing. I feel like a hole. Just a fucking cum hole. I hope you’re proud of me. I never said no” I waited a moment and the reply came “That’s my boy. Daddy raised you right. You enjoy those cocks and loads and when you come home, Daddy will have a surprise for you.” Dean looked over at me and said “who you chatting with, piggy?” “Just my Dad,” I said. “You should invite him over so he can watch his own son get gang raped by strangers. That’s what he wanted isn’t it?” Dean grinned and stroked his cock while he played with his hairy chest. “Really? I dunno if he’d wanna come over.” I turned back to the phone and texted him with the address. Then I saw that there were Growlr and Scruff messages and since I was just a cumdump, I handed the phone to Dean so he could answer them. “Here you answer the messages on my phone. I don’t get to choose who breeds me, all I know is I need cock inside me and I need it soon.” The rest of the boys laughed out loud and Eric grabbed the phone from Dean. “My turn.” He swiped quickly through the messages and showed a couple of the guys to Dean. After a few minutes I could feel my cunt throbbing from desire and the buttplug that was deep inside me, opening up my hole for the cock raping to come. Then I heard the doorbell ring. Dean smiled and kissed me and Chris in turn. “OK, piggies. It’s showtime. Dumpsters on the bed. Ass up, face down.” Eric went to answer the door and I could hear him talking to two men. All I heard was “Yeah, we both just need a cunt to unload in. Sounds like your tweaked out bottoms are pretty greedy.” Eric laughed and said “You have no idea.” Eric walked back into the bedroom with two new guys in tow who both quickly removed their clothes. Both of them were tall, muscled college age guys, kind of “bro” in their look but with a nasty, pierced, pervy edge. One them was covered in thick blonde hair and had a beard, the other one was more smooth and had a dark beard. Yum. They both sported nice fat cocks, which I knew were going to feel amazing raping my cumdump. They introduced themselves as Josh and Dan. They pulled out pipes and started smoking and Jose said “we were just about to slam when you got here…..” Both of them smiled and Dan said “fuck dude, go ahead. I love breeding a cumdump that’s slammed up and begging for dick like a whore. Can I put my cock inside his pussy before you slam him?” Jose laughed and said “sure, dude.” Then I pulled my legs over my shoulders and presented my cunt to the assembled cocks for raping. I gave a gentle push and the plug popped out of me and I could feel sperm dripping down my legs. Jose pulled out five syringes and told Chris and I to lie on our backs. He and Eric put straps around our arms while Dean began to do himself. “You’re going to feel a little prick,” Eric said to me. “For the last time tonight, judging by the cocks in this room,” Dean laughed. I felt the needle pierce my skin. Eric walked me through what was going to happen. “You’re going to feel a rush. Just ride it out. You may cough a lot. Just go with it. We’re here. You’ll be fine.” Josh put his pipe down (but not before giving me yet another shotgun) and started to jerk his hard cock. “You ready to get raped, faggot? I’m gonna fucking knock your cunt up.” He got on the bed and shoved his cock in my about to be slammed up cumdump. He held it there, and Dan leaned over to give Josh a shotgun, which he then passed to me. While I was taking the smoke in, I watched Eric pull the plunger back and it registered red, and then he pushed the clear, thick liquid into my vein. He reached up and removed the strap from my arm and I felt the rush. I was suddenly very hot and began to cough. I had never felt so horny before in my life. Dan reached over and passed me another shotgun and said “Let’s get this faggot SPUN and RAPED.” I laid back on the bed and caught my breath. “Guys I really need you all inside me. Maybe at the same time. I gotta get your loads. I need them. Please fucking fuck me! You can do whatever you want to me, just give me your fucking cocks!” Josh was already inside me and started to pound my pussy hard before I even stopped coughing. I knew I was in for a long night, and I couldn’t wait. If things worked out well, Daddy would come over and see me serving my true purpose. Being gang raped by complete strangers and loving every minute of it.

Chapter 2. I noticed the P A as I licked the large bead of precum off his dick it was sweet as honey and immediately wanted more. I began stroking his dick as I licked the slit to get more toxic precum I was soon sucking his dick as his musk filled my nose. Which made my dick twitch. I could only get a couple inches of his monster dick in my mouth. He began to moan and face fuck me. I tried to get more of his dick in hope of deep throating him. But he was to big, I began to over salivate getting his dick all wet and sloppy. His dick was getting slick enabling me to take more. I began to gag and started to swallow soon my nose was in his pubes. I was surprised that I had the whole 10.5 " black dick in my mouth. I began to meet his thrust sucking as he fucked my face. My drooling covered his dick and balls. I his hand go down my pants and begin fingering my hole. He pulled his dick out of my mouth and ordered me to strip. I was out of my clothes in a flash. I realized what was going to happen and became apprehensive as I was going to let him fuck me and load my ass with toxic cum. That thought made my ass twitch and dick hard a dripping . But my brain was telling me to stop.

Pull the foreskin down and there's the magic mushroom. Tastes better than just sucking on skin. and slide your tongue under the skin. OMG, better than prime rib.

John got out of the hottub and I started to follow but was held back by Paulo kneeling on the edge around the hottub. John told me to stay there and open my mouth wide and forced my head down on his cock as beer and X piss poured out of his cock on my suprised face, hair, ears and eventually I realized what was going on and opened my mouth opened to get most of his piss down my throat until til piss was erupting out of my mouth and down my hairy chest. Perched on the edge of the tub gave Paulo and idea and the opportunity to put his cock deep in my ass to fuck I thought. Little did I know as I soon felt the warmth of his piss mixing with John's cum as he rubbed my ass and legs. I thought a couple of times that he was done but he must have been saving up hiss piss all day for me. The scene was so hot all I could do was moan and groan letting the tops know their pig was happy. Oink, oink. With all of that piss in my ass and down my throat, I started feeling like I was going to piss too but didn't until I next stepped out of the tub and started pissing all over myself as piss came out of my cock and ass and pooled on the ground. Both John and Paulo smiled and laughed as they rubbed it all into my skin like it was tanning lotion or something. I then followed John who had grabbed my by my cock and balls to his open air outdoor shower and all three of us got in and started soaping up feeling blasts of cool water all over our bodies. It was a pretty big outdoor shower with lots of room to move around as still horny I dropped the soap a couple of times to suck each of the guys cocks. After toweling off, all three of us got into a big hammock. I kept squirming around trying to get settled even as the X was wearing down. Noticing this both John and Paulo got an evil grin on their face as they proceeded to turn me on my side with Paulo's sticking his hard cock in my ass and John's cock firmly down my throat. I knew if there was more piss in either of them I would not waste a drop of it. As the sun started to fade, we all grabbed our towels and started to head inside for some more fun... (more later)

As a castrated man, I still have a sex drive. I use testosterone replacement. I don't cum as often but when I do it is more intense. I have found that most guys don't care - they fuck me or I suck them.

Masculinity does not predicate on genitelia. There are FTM transdudes I've found hot, and they have 'the wrong equipment', especially since I'm like 95% bottom. A nullo has decided his penis and testicles are like an appendix- not biologically necessary. Is Lance Armstrong less of a man that he has one testicle? (Forget the drug/cycling business for now, haha). To a nullo, it's an expression of his true gender- a pure receptive bottom, masculine on his own, without the crutch of a penis and testicles. I'm not saying it's for anyone and everyone, either. Lol

CHAPTER 3 – JACE THE WHORE I love watching Brian plow a neg hole. He likes to get a boy on all fours, back arched—the position of total surrender. He grabs a giant handful of the boy’s musclebutt in each hand. Then, after impaling that poor unsuspecting bitch on his fat poz dick, he pulls back to expose the length of his shaft, throwing the full weight of his body into another deep thrust, his stomach and balls smacking hard against the boy’s wide-open hole. More often than not, a full thrust of Brian’s raw dick produces my favorite sound that humans can make: an involuntary primal grunt, emanating from somewhere deep in the gut, like pain and hunger at the same time. When he’s fucking a negboy, Brian pulls out every few minutes to slather more Tina-laced lube on his dick, leaving that hungry hole empty and gaping and slick with toxic precum while the boy whimpers a little louder and reaches back to spread his hole a little wider. With every dose of chems – with every shard of Tina smeared into that twitching fuckhole—the boy’s hunger keeps building, his fears and shames falling away as he gives in to a desperate, almost delirious craving. He starts mumbling incoherently, bits of pigtalk interspersed with sounds that aren’t quite words, but not quite moans either—the primal ravings of a bitch in heat. Before long, he’ll be making sharp backward hip-thrusts, impaling his chemmed-up jockhole at an increasingly rapid clip—smack, slap, slosh—as the skin on his bubble butt grows red from the pounding. If he’s like most boys, he doesn’t stop to ask questions when I put the Tina bong in front of him. By that point, he’s already tweaking on the chems in his butt, so he doesn’t put up a fight. He just wordlessly wraps his mouth around the glass stem, looking up at me with those pitch-black pupils as the bong chamber turns solid white and he eagerly fills his lungs with smoke. With every cloud billowing out of his mouth, he arches his back a little more sharply to elevate his fuckhole a little further toward the ceiling. There’s no question now: his ass is ours. In less than an hour, we’ve managed to transform a nice, upstanding kid into a helpless faggot with a Tina-fueled hunger for dick. I make sure to teach him the basic skills: how to take a nice deep hit, hold his breath for a few moments, and wrap his mouth around my cock before exhaling a thick cloud down the length of my shaft. (“Good boy,” I always say, which he usually answers with a muffled moan.) And while Brian’s cock keeps plunging its full length into that raw cumhole, I look down on our sweet, naïve, fucked-up negboy with a crooked smile of sadistic pride. But I’m getting ahead of myself. Let’s get back to Jace. * * * After getting dressed, I headed back to the pool party. Jace followed just a few steps behind like some kind of forlorn pup. When we rejoined the group near the pool, I gave Brian a little wink. He walked over to Jace, chatted briefly with him, and led him back inside. They were gone for about five minutes. When they returned, Jace looked a little more flushed than before, and Brian was grinning the cockiest of grins. “I took him to the bathroom,” he whispered in my ear. “Then I worked a nice big shard of T up inside his butt with my dick. Had to keep my hand over his mouth to keep that bitch from sobbing with pure joy.” “You breed him?” “Not yet. Gotta keep his cunt on edge, you know?” “Good thinking, babe. Now it's my turn.” I turned toward Jace, flashing him a crooked grin before walking back into the house. He followed me to the bathroom. I locked the door behind us. Almost by instinct, he simply turned around, pulled down his swimsuit, and leaned over the toilet to expose his hole. I placed my palm over his mouth and shoved my cock inside him in a single rough thrust. Tears formed at the corners of his eyes and his hole spasmed in pain, but he nodded encouragement. I began pounding his twitching cunt with my raw dick. “Brian and I are heading back home in 5 minutes,” I whispered in his ear. “Cancel your plans. Be at our door in half an hour. Got that, pig?” He nodded again. “Good. Because I know you’re hungry for seed.” I felt a cold shudder run through his body. Goosebumps formed on his back. And then I pulled out, giving his ass a hard smack. “See you soon, faggot.” * * * Almost exactly 30 minutes later, I found Jace standing anxiously at our front door. He looked directly into my eyes and managed a single word: “Please.” I nodded and gestured him inside. Five minutes later, my dick was back inside his raw fuckhole. Brian placed the glass pipe against Jace’s lips and lit the chamber. “I’ll tell you when to inhale,” he said. “You ever play with Tina?” Jace shook his head no. I grunted in appreciation—as far as I’m concerned, there’s nothing hotter than a chempig initiation—and my cock twitched as I delivered a little bump of precum into that boy's newly partied-up butt. Meanwhile, with my cock still lodged deep inside him, I grabbed my phone to call Tristan, our dealer. (I'd been sending him updates throughout the day, so he knew what we'd been up to.) Tristan and I never bothered with formalities. "Please tell me that boy came back," he said when he picked up the phone. "Please tell me you're bringing that hungry hole to me." "Oh, he’s fuckin' ready, dude. In fact, he just blew a giant cloud on Brian's cock. Want him?” "Yes. In fact, I've set aside a very nice reward for you guys. A finder's fee, you might say." “Fuck yeah, bro. We can head that way in a few. He doesn’t have any loads in him yet, so you can be the first.” "Sweet! Get here fast, fucker." And with that, Tristan hung up. I pulled my dick from Jace’s hole, eliciting a truly pathetic whimper. “Don’t you worry, pig,” I said to him. “We’re taking you to meet our friend Tristan. He’s very eager to make a little money off this chemmed-up musclebutt. You ready to be a whore, boy?” “Yes, sir.” “OK, but let's be totally clear about one thing: I didn’t say slut. What did I say?” “You said whore.” “That’s right, boy. I said whore. And by that I mean a literal whore—a trashy fuckin’ pig who eagerly spreads his hole for any dude with a fistful of cash. Got that?” He moaned and reached back to expose his butt, now leaking a steady stream of lube and precum. “That's what I like to see, boy. Now get your fuckin' clothes on.” MORE SOON...

I had been messaging a guy on a hook-up site recently. His profile said he was looking for ass to be used anonymously. His pics showed a hard dick and no face. Every time I looked at the pics my ass would twitch. We exchanged messages about a possible meet. I belong to a club that meets at a gay bar in his town, so we arranged to meet at a club night there. I told him my name, and he knew what I looked like from my pics. I was talking with friends at the bar and a guy came up from behind me, leaned in and whispered in my ear. "Are you the guy who wants to get fucked so bad?" I just nodded, excused myself from the conversation i was having, and follwed this guy out. He looked good from the back- a real regular guy with a nice swagger. I followed him out the door and he never looked back to see if I was there. He crossed the street to a small park area bewteen office buildings and disappeared behind some trees. I followed. I got to the trees and looked around in the dark shadows. I heard his voice behind me say quietly, "Grab onto that tree in front of you, slut." So of course that's just what I did. "Unbuckle that belt." Done. He reached around and unzipped my jeans and pulled them down. We had arranged that I would bring whatever I needed to get fucked, we were not more specific than that. We had not discussed condoms. He said "You have your stuff?" and I handed him some lube. I didn't hear anything for a second or two and then he said "Very cool." I felt a lubed finger searching for my hole and stuck my ass back toward him. "You want this bad, don't you bitch?" he said. "Fuck yeah!" I felt his hot cock slide along my ass crack then he probed my hole with it. He started in a bit, then paused. He grabbed my shoulder and said quietly, "How bad do you want this cock?" I responded by pushing back against him. He then pushed hard and his cock went in all the way. It hurt a bit, but I just grunted while he started to slam in and out roughly. I concentrated on relaxing my hole for him and it started to feel really good. I could tell the whole scene was really turning him on. His breathing got heavy and he said "You want my cum?" I said "Yes give it to me!" He said "You want me to shoot it raw in your pig hole?" I said "Yes! Breed my ass!" He pushed in deep and held his cock in and I felt it twitch and spasm while he grunted. "Take it bitch!" He leaned on my back and panted for a minute, then pulled his dick out and left. I didn't try to see his face. I have no idea really what he looked like.