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Part 1 David was a 27 year old gay male. At 6’2”, 185 pounds of pure muscle, brown hair and been eyes he could easily get any guy to willing follow him into depravity. He was part of a group of guys that held monthly bareback parties where drugs were plenty available and the bottoms would be dripping cum. The group was started by one John Edward Rutherford, a 30 something trust fund baby so had nothing to do but spend money. He purchased a secluded 4bedroom house converting it into a party house. He had added a 12’ wall around the property with a pool and a retractable canvas cover. The group was always on the lookout for new bottoms. Most of the guys they brought in to bottom never really knew what they were getting themselves into when they were taken to a ‘party’. All that new was that they were going to a kick ass party. The group would show each new bottom of several factors and the member who brought the bottom with the highest score would win $500. David was pretty good at bringing a bottom that typically scored very well. He used take profile on Facebook where he played an 18 year old high school senior. The profile was set up as he was questioning his sexuality. He had ways of luring others into chats where they would open up. His latest target was Benjamin (he liked to be called Benji). Benji was a high school senior, barely turned 18. He professed to being a virgin. After a few days of chatting David knew it was time to push the line and work on Benji's thought process in order to get him in a position where he’ll be open to suggestions. Through the fake profile David told Benji how he had played around with his older brother and that they had sucked each other’s cocks. David waited to see Benji's response. They had chatted about sex already, or actually the lack of sex they were getting. Benji and how it felt sucking his brother’s dick. David made up the answer replying that at first it felt weird, but after he got into a good rhythm it strangely felt good, and when his brother finally came in his mouth he swallowed on instinct. Benji seemed to be getting into the chat more and opened up admitting to sucking his cousins cock a few years back and he too swallowed when his cousin shot his load into his mouth. David then asked if Benji ever thought about sucking cock again or if he thought he might be gay. Benji admitted he wasn’t sure if he’d try it again. He recalls that it sight feel all that weird, but he really wanted to fuck a chick. David figured he had him right where he wanted him and suggested they meet up at this 24 and under club this Friday night. They were always girls there to get and fuck. Benji agreed and David was going to be there to pounce. Although the club was 24 and under, David was able to get I the club. The bouncer was a member of the party group. He arrived early and watched intently when Benji arrived. Her sized up the teen noticing he looks a lot like his Facebook pictures. He was about 5’10”, 140 slight muscular build with dark hair and brown eyes (that were going to look great love his pupils were dilated as big as quarters. He could tell the 18 year old was prime to have some fun. Getting him to go to the party with him was going to be easy. Benji was getting him a soda from the bar when David approached him saying, “Kind of boring here tonight.” Benji nodded in agreement. David distracted Benji from his drink by pointing out, “Not enough pussy for you or is that not your thing?” David was able to drop in some GHB into his drink. As Benji looked over the club seeing mostly guys present he shrugged his shoulders. David introduced himself holding out his hand to shake. Benji responded shaking his hand in response and introducing himself. The two began a conversation in which Benji told David how he was meeting a new friend who had to cancel. He didn’t want the night to go to waste so he hung around the club. Benji drank down his G laced soda prompting David to offer to get him another drink. David stepped over to the bar ordering another soda for the two as Benji stood there waiting. This time it was easier to do the G into the kids drink. After he finished this one he should be well on his way to being “G'ed” out. As they began to drink David acted like he just received a text. He pulled his phone out and told Benji, “A buddy of mine is throwing a party. Let’s go, it’ll be a lot of fun. I promise you’ll have the time of your life.” Benji was a little worried, “I’ve only gone to a couple high school parties.” David could see a change begining in Benji’s eyes as he assured him, “Don’t worry, I’ll look out for you. My friend’s parties are always a blast. Let’s go, I’ll drive us to the party, and at anytime you want to leave, I’ll pay for an Uber to take you home.” Benji had finished his second G laced drink as he was agreeing to go with David to the party. David led the way as the two slipped out of the club’s side door. Once outside, David pulled out a little canister containing Tina. As David did a bump from the canister, Benji curiously asked, “What’s that?” David told him, “Oh this, is just a little pick me up, you want some? Come on, there’s no harm in trying a little.” Benji was feeling the effects of the G as he nodded and David gave him a good sized bump to try. Benji complained about the burn but once the Tina hit his brain he was ready for more as they got into David's car. Once inside the car David took a second bump before giving Benji his second. As they pulled out of the club’s parking lotppl for the 20 minute ride to the party house, David was quick to make sure that the air was on low in his small car. With the low air he’d hoped to get the teen to remove his shirt suggestion as the Tina and G made him feel warmer. After their third bump David placed his hand in Benji’s knee. Benji made no attempt to stop this advancement as David began to massage the teens thigh. The drugs were working on his 18 year old brain causing his body to begin to scream for attention. The attention he was about to get might not have been the type of attention he might have been looking for, but it was the type of attention he was getting to get and wound crave from this the forward. David wasn’t surprised when Benji asked for another bump of Tina, he knew he’d get him hooked on the stuff and after this weekend the twink would seek the party-n-play from now on. After Benji did his bump David moved his hand higher on his thigh and leaned in giving the twink his first kiss ever. David wasn’t sure how Benji would respond but while stopped at a red light he leaned into the kiss accepting David tongue entering his mouth he moved his hand to the boy's teen cock. He felt that the twink was boned out with a 7-7.5” cock. David thought to himself, ‘he's got a nice cock, too bad hell probably never use it, and after he gets smoked out later and Tina dick gets him, it’ll be shriveled to 2” if that.’ Benji’s senses were on over load. The thoughts that raced through his mind had brought him to accept the advancement of this good looking man he was now kissing. He also felt very warm as the drugs were in full effect. Benji commented, “I’m starting to feel very warm.” David’s response was to remove his own shirt while agreeing with, “Yeah, my A/C isn’t that great, just get comfortable like me.” Benji pulled his shirts off as he looked at David’s well developed chest with a nice patch of hair between he pics pecs. Benji felt a little embarrassed thinking he was no what as developed as David. The light changed to green and David sped away looking ahead at the road as he occasionally glanced at Benji's defined, smooth chest. David knew he had to build this kid’s confidence, “Benji, you’re holding out in me. You’re a stud. You’ve got a great chest.” David reached over feeling the teen's muscular chest. Benji admitted, “Thanks, but it’s no where near as muscular as your chest.” David helped by grabbing Benji’s hand and placing it on his own chest. Another red light and this time Benji leaned in to initiate a kiss between the two shirtless men. When they finally pulled up to the party they remained in Davis car making out for a good 15-20 minutes before David suggested they you inside. Both were still very warm from the drive and the make session that they left their shirts in the car as they headed up to the house.

I grew up in a town of 500 people and my father was the town minister and when I turned 18 we moved we moved to a large town as he was given a bigger ministry also this ministry had a college where I could get a free education. I just finished high school in May and we moved right in and was told about the dress code, that all males had to wear black pants with white shirts and a tie, all females wore a dress and blouse the same colors as the boys. The school gave us our orientation rules of conduct of what we can not do. NO SEX of ANY KIND NO ALCOHOL NO DRUGS NO COFFEE NO SODAS NO CURSING of ANY KIND IF YOU ARE WITH THE OPPOSITE SEX YOU MUST BE CHAPERONE Then we were told which part of the city we can go to and what parts we could not go to. One of the places we were told to never go by was is this warehouse that I can see from my bedroom. Since I was little I was always in bed by 10 pm as only the bad people are out after 10 PM I see men going to this warehouse. I take a pair of my father binoculars and watch what is going and I see this one older male dragging this boy about my age as he looks drug up. I notice my dick is rock hard and I wonder what is really going on down there, so I climb down the back staircase of this house and go over to the building. I'm on the side of the building and I hear them talking real loud and they are saying things that I have never before in my life. I hear the following things being said. Do you want this load? YES Do you want to be my son? YES Hold out your arm as I'm going to slam you. Then it is quite till I hear some moaning. Then someone says to take it you faggot bitch, Then I want your load in me deep. That is your first POZ load. So who is next and this goes on for all the time I was there and my dick is dripping from this, I'm scared and have to get back to bed before my father finds out I was over at this place that as I know this is one place that is on the list we are NEVER to go near. The first week in June the weather is always great as I sit on a bench at the school campus eating lunch as this gentleman and ask if he can sit next to me, as he does I do see he is not one of us but an outsider with his long hair, blue jeans that are very tight and low hanging. He asks me what I was doing last night and I said I was in bed at 10 PM and he laughs and said BULL SHIT as you were hanging outside the building and pulls out some pictures from the video cameras they have outside there place. You are not the first one to be interested in what is going nor will you be the last one as we catch you boys spying on us as this school is a gold mine for us, they tell you to avoid us and yet you want to hear then see what goes on inside, well we caught you and either you come by in a week or these pictures will go to your father and the school. I have no idea what to do as my parents and I are going out of the country on missionary work and they will be gone for 2 months. I find out the school also will be having a summer school schedule and I tell my parents I should be doing that and my father agrees as I need to get up to speed on the work here. I say to my self this will buy me some time to figure out what to do. My parents are leaving tomorrow as this is the last day I have to decide what I'm going to do. I really can't hide this from my father so I head over the warehouse early Saturday morning and knock on the door and this big biker dude opens the door and says kid you are early and we have been expecting you or we were going to hand your pictures your father the pictures before he got on the plane. If they had done that my father would come home and killed me. In the place, it is very open with some rooms all around and it has a second floor, the biker dude is doing some cleanup and yells for the boy who is helping him to come out. He is only wearing a small jock strap with a bug-eyed look on his face. Biker dude tells me he is glad I showed up as I will have a lot of fun here as at that school is really boring and here you will learn about what you were meant to be, I ask what am I going to be and he just lick his lips. He wants to know how tall I am weight and dick size also, I say 5ft.7 inch WT. 110 as he hands me a ruler to measure my dick as its soft he comes over and grabs me and starts to stroke my dick, I start to protest and he slaps me and says you will never repulse an advance from us again as right now you are just a worthless piece of fuck meat as he starts to rip off my clothes and forces me to drink this horrible liquid. The boy in the jock strap comes over and helps holds me down and is smiling at me with a sinister look in his eye. Biker dude is putting his finger in my ass hole and seems to be very happy as he tells the boy I have never been penetrated before but that won't last long he says. Whatever way in the liquid is having its effect on me as my mind is spinning. The boy puts a leather harness on me and strokes my dick as my will to resist is gone and anyway, it feels very good as he starts to kiss me, the biker dude grabs the boy and says he is not for you until after we get to finish with him.

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.

I know they gave me some kind of drug as Biker dude drags me over to a bench and strapped me in and says don't go anywhere. I don't know how long I was there if it was a few minutes or hours as I see the boy cleaning the floor and he still has that sinister look on his face. I feel someone slap me on my ass and it hurts and I guess its the owner as he looks right into my face and says you fucking ass hole over at that college is always making our life hard but we get our own revenge in the end as he points to the boy cleaning the floor as he was once just like you very curious about what goes on around here. I tell Jack the owner that I'm thirsty and the boy brings over me something to drink, it tastes horrible and Jack says we have to keep you hydrated for later. Jack leaves for a few minutes and comes back in a leather harness with leather chaps and says he is going to give me an introduction of what I will become. I see the boy come running over and they are behind me and Jack tells the boy he did a very good job, then I feel his dick by my hole and jack is pushing his dick in and it FUCKING HURTS the pain is more than I can bear as Jack fucking a virgin hole dry is so much fun hearing them scream, then later hear them begging to get fuck. Jack is not going easy as his dick is going all the way in and then all the way out as his body is pounding against me so hard that the bench I'm on is moving on the floor, I can feel the excitement in Jacks body and the grunting noise he is making as he is yelling words like one less virgin in the word, soon a new member of the brotherhood, another sissy faggot is born and so on. It seemed like this went on for hours as then something happen as Jack falls on top of me I guess from exhaustion and whispered into my ear you were great and it was fun to fuck such tight hole, then he pulls and comes in front as he calls the boy over and the boy then takes Jacks dick that is covered in cum and I see some blood and puts in his mouth without using his hands, Jacks dick disappear into the boys mouth and Jack is holding his head as the boy is gagging on Jack dick, when Jack pulls his dick out of the boys mouth the boy takes his tongue and licks and cum and blood on Jack and the flood as I see puddles of it. Jack squats down and looks me in the face then says any time a dick is near your lips you just open your mouth and service it, then he says he is the punishment for not doing so as I get a jolt from a Cattle Prod on my ass, then he says next time its on your worthless negative dick. Jack tells the boy to clean me up as he stepped around me I feel his hands on my ass cheeks spreading them and his face buried in licking my hole and I hate to say this it felt great , then he unstrapped me and sat next to me and the sides of his face is some cum and blood and tells me to lick it off and I do and he is working my dick which is rock hard and gets on his knees his mouth is on my dick then I exploded in his mouth I see he is wearing a chastity cage as he gets up and gives me a kiss and gives back my cum and tells me to swallow it, I ask him about the cage and he told me he is still negative and has not converted yet, but once he does convert it will comes off as he will be a member of the brotherhood.

Part 25, What's wrong Mr. C? I was laying there blindfolded with the earbuds still on. All I could hear was Mr. C through the earbuds, it was like god was talking to me directly. I was rubbing my sore and warm neck where he had bit me and I heard my daddy. He sounded like he was going crazy, yelling and screaming and making loud crashing noises. A second later, there was pounding at the door. I felt Mr. Big jump out of bed and run toward the door. At that same time over to my left I heard the door break open and it sounded like the two of them were fighting. I could still hear Mr. Big through the ear phones saying things like, 'that is one fine pussy', 'you knew I couldn't keep my loads out of it', 'you know you cant compete with Mr. Big', and 'Fuck you Tony, the boy will be back begging for more', 'fine, take your boy fucking get the hell out of here, I left my load and my mark already.' I heard Mr. Big rushing and creaking his way down the steps when I felt my daddy sit next to me on the bed. He took my blindfold off and was looking into my eyes and he took the earbuds out of my ears and said, 'are you ok Lukas'? I said, 'yes daddy, I serviced all 4 of them just like you said I should. They agreed and said it was the best hole and pussy they had had in a long time. They must have known my birthday was yesterday because they were all excited about the gifts they were giving me too.' 'Oh fuck, they showed you the magic bottle didn't they? Oh fuck, I knew you coming here was a bad idea. Weren't you told to not come up inside?' 'Well yes, Jax said to not come inside, but when I did I heard someone in trouble so I thought I should help. I thought it was a girl being hurt so I thought I should help, the cards told me I should. I remember coming up the stairs and seeing a couple of the men in a room and then someone else grabbed me, oh, that was a guy Daron. He is super cool, you should see his tattoos. Then I saw your friend Mr. Big having sex with someone, but it wasn't a girl, it was this little petite guy sniffing on the brown bottle. Then, I dont know what came over me but this Daron, the tattooed guy, said he was at the party last night and wanted me to make him feel good last night but he didnt get turn because he was working, and I remembered you said that was my job, so I did. But then the others all heard I guess and wanted to play in me also. You aren't mad are you? I thought I was doing what you would want daddy?' 'Yeah, so did I, but no, its not suppose to be like this. I mean, I wanted you, I mean I am having second thoughts son, oh fuck, I cant think right now, lets get the fuck out of this dump and go home.' He helped me find my jeans, but my C's Pizza t shirt had been used as a rag so I left without a shirt on. Jax was downstairs keeping the tall one and muscled one away from the steps, Mr Big was speeding off in his car. Mr. C told Jax to go back to work and handle things and that he was driving me home. Once we got in Mr. C's truck and started to drive and said. 'shut your eyes a minute Lukas'. I complied and then he snapped his fingers and said 'come back to me Lukas'. I snapped back to the present and opened my eyes. I looked at Mr. C and he looked very stressed out. I somehow felt responsible and I looked down. Wait, where is my shirt? I touched my chest and it had some dried flaky crusty stuff stuck to me. Like glazing off of a doughnut, wait I didnt have a doughnut today, actually, I am super hungry. I was flaking it off with my finger and Mr C said, 'hey.....are you ok Lukas?' 'I think so, I am so confused, where are we going? I feel so funny. My butt and legs are really sore and my neck hurts and I am sure I had a shirt on earlier. Yeah, remember, we went to work and I was out doing deliveries, where is my shirt?' 'Yes and you went to a house and you were told to not go in, but you did and the people in there robbed, well mugged you. You should never have gone up those steps. The world has some bad people in it, they ripped your shirt and Jax and I had to come and get you before they hurt you further.' 'I am so sorry Mr. C, please forgive me.' 'It's ok, I just need to get the doctor over to get you checked out' 'Aren't we going back to work? It was super busy with all the games on?' 'No, we are going home and getting you cleaned up. Lukas, I am sorry, what happened today wasn't your fault, it was mine. I should have not ever let the others given you that delivery, they knew better and did it anyway. I want to just make you feel good and take care of you. I want to pamper you tonight and make you feel better. HEY.... I know, I have an idea.....' 'Yeah? what?' I asked. 'You enjoyed when Uncle Terry shaved your face this morning right?' 'Gosh yes, it was amazing, I actually don't think I ever shot a load that big. There was something about him helping me that really got me excited.' 'Well, Uncle Terry left today for a business trip overseas for a few days and it will be just you an me at home' 'I can come back to your house Sir?' 'Yes, I am thinking you should stay at my house for a while, maybe all summer even until you go away to school. But anyway, I think if you liked the shave that Uncle Terry gave you, there are a few things about personal hygiene I need to show you. There are other parts of your body that need to be trimmed or shaved as well. I am going to give you a bath, a massage and then really show you what special treatments will make you feel really good. Does that sound ok'? I got my big dorky smile on my face and I don't know why, but just then we were pulling into the garage and I felt my cock getting very tight down the leg of my jeans and I rubbed my hand around the outline of it. As he put the truck into park, he reached over, touched the side of my face with his right hand and tussled my hair with the left hand and pulled me over toward the middle of the console and kissed me nice on the forehead.

flag Travis pulled his dick out from my ass with slow intention. I felt empty as his thick mushroom head gradually retreated from my tender fuck chute. Once all the way out, he held me tight, sweaty body to sweaty body, my cummy, used bubble butt against his cummy, softening cock. “You know, unlike a woman, a guy can only get pregnant once. A woman can get knocked up with many men’s babies. But a man… A man can only really get knocked up once. I want you to carry my baby. I want to be the one who fertilizes you, who gives you a legacy, makes you what you’re supposed to be. Brad can’t do that for you, but I can.” His tone had taken a gentler turn than it’d been just moments before. We hadn’t yet acknowledged the bug outside of our two sexual encounters. I was still processing it: both turned on and terrified. “I don’t know if… It’s just that, I love Brad. I didn’t mean for this – us – to happen. And it can’t. I can’t…. I can’t cheat on him anymore. I can’t get HIV. I just… this isn’t who I am.” Travis kissed my neck. “It’s who you are meant to be, baby. Think of all the times we talked about raw fucking, how turned on you are by it, how much you crave it. I’m giving you the key to unlock your potential. Freedom to fuck whoever the fuck you want, whenever you want it. And to be mine. I’ve finally planted my flag in you, I’ve claimed you. Don’t turn back now.” I sat up and turned, putting my feet on the ground. I inhaled deeply, exhaled, and said “I gotta shower.” When I emerged from the steamy bathroom, Travis was gone. affix Hours later, the dryer buzzed: our sheets were finally clean. I remade the bed. My phone vibrated: Brad texted that the client was in meltdown mode, and that he’d have to be away for at least another four days. I missed him and felt bad I’d hurt him, even if he didn’t know anything yet. I looked up the clinic’s address and grabbed my car keys off of the counter. I was going to make everything all right. My phone vibrated again, only this time it was Travis. “So are you mine or not?” All my alarms were frantically ringing in my mind. No, of course I’m not, I thought. I’m Brad’s husband. And time is ticking to get treatment from this mistaken tryst, to think of how I’m going to tell Brad about all of this, and to make things right in my marriage. Travis followed up with a photo of his dick that I’d never seen before. In it, he wore a thick, tight cock. His engorged member curved up his slender stomach, veins protruding all along the way, concluding in its perfect mushroom head, which was wet with precum. I could almost taste it through my phone. I was again fixated on Travis’s fuck weapon, and I needed it: it had a power over me. “I need to be serviced. So what’s it gonna be: are you mine or not?” He followed up. I clenched my keys in my fist in mental anguish. That goddam dick. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck” I said to myself again as I typed “I’m yours.” He sent me his address. Claimed I pulled into the vinyl-clad apartment complex and continued to doubt my actions. My primal desire for this man’s dick kept me on track toward this unkempt place. I knocked on Travis’s unit. He answered in a wife beater and jeans and ushered me inside. “Take your clothes off.” He said. I complied, exposing my muscular frame and tan lines to him once again. I looked down at my sculpted body and my semi-hard dick and I thought about my husband’s Adonis-like build. I then looked at Travis: a skeleton in comparison, pale, tall, lanky. He certainly had an unrefined cuteness about him, but the physical contrasts between him and me or Brad were sharp. As I stood there naked in his living room, he bolted several locks on the front door. “Bedroom’s back there. Imma grab a beer. I want you ass up, face down on the bed.” My stomach fluttered with nerves as I walked down a short hallway into a messy bedroom. The bed was not made, and the sheets looked old. I climbed onto the bed, knees spread wide, ass up, head down on a formless pillow. He entered the room moments later and grabbed my right wrist. He affixed a rope around it and proceeded to tie it to a corner of the bed. “I don’t think I want to . . . “ I began to turn to tell him that I wasn’t into being tied up. He backhanded me, and I must’ve blacked out in surprise. When I awoke, ropes constrained my hands and feet, and I was spread wide like a star fish on the bed. I felt the familiar sharp pain of dick entering my ass, and a hand between my shoulder blades as leverage. I let out a moan of pain. “Hey boy, welcome back. I’m sorry I hit you. Now don’t question me in that tone again, ok? I don’t want to have to mess up that pretty face of yours.” Travis said from behind as his dick pierced into me. “Can you untie me? I’m not into….” He pushed his dick hard into me, maneuvering his mushroom head a few inches inside me in one thrust, and slapped my ass. “Listen. You’re tied up for your own good. I know you’ve got doubts. I know you’re inclined to run. But I also know your destiny. I knew it from the moment I saw you. Do you want to be mine or not?” I was clear this was rape-like and his language was mentally abusive, but I was also clear that he was right: All of my sexual fantasies had led to this, to him. He pulled out a bit and then slammed back into me, getting closer to my prostrate. “Oh fuck, that hurts – can you slow down?” I said of the entry. “It’s got to hurt some, bitch.” He said I felt his balls brush against my ass. “Your cunt needs to get a little beaten up as sacrifice to the hurt your causing Brad. You’re becoming mine as we speak. My cells are dividing in you, growing, spreading, taking over. And tonight, I’m going to ruin you so that I can remake you.” My fat dick grew from the friction against the sheets of the fuck from behind. I felt his balls slapping against my inner thighs I felt my ass tearing in a way I’d never felt before. His monster cock was wrecking me. “You want to be Poz like me?” He asked with a shortness of breath. I hadn’t really confronted it directly -- to myself or him – yet in such terms. But I knew the answer now, like I’d heard in so many porns and read in so may stories. “Yeah, I want it. I want to be yours. I want to carry your seed, your virus. Knock me up. Make me like you. Give it to me. Make me pregnant with your baby.” I wanted to touch Travis, to touch myself, to turn over and see what this sweaty man assaulting me looked like in this moment of passion. But I was locked into place, my ankles and wrists tied to the four corners of the bed. All I could do was turn my head and glance at Travis with side eye. My dick was leaking precum on the dirty sheets. With each thrust Travis made into me, my cock humped the bed beneath, skin flexing against the mattress. With his dick balls deep in my ass, Travis moved his hips from side to side to side, front to back, up and down, slowly, now, opening my ass, getting my ass ready to be the cum receptacle it was meant to be. He was dripping sweat onto me. His eyes were closed. He was savoring being deep in my hole and just ruining it with each movement he made. Side to side. Back and forth. In and out. “Fuck yeah, baby. You are mine. You’re nothing but a cheating, Poz fuck toy now. My cheating poz fuck toy. Your ass is going to get used and abused so much by so many men after me. You want another dirty load to seal this deal?” “Yeah, give it to me. Poz me. Breed me. Remake me." I said He pulled out and resumed his final fuck pace: he was ready to blow a wad of jizz in my wrecked hole, and crescendo-ed into an intense assault of my chute. I was in ecstasy feeling totally at the control and mercy of my big dicked god. My cock began spurting cum on the sheets. “Fuuccckkk” I screamed, unable to control the flow of semen from my cock. Travis’s eyes rolled back as cum bullets shot deep into my gut, penetrating my DNA inextricably. Volley after volley of Travis’s toxic jiz filled and marked me. He screamed and I moaned in a symphony of passion. After relishing in our orgasms for what felt like an hour, Travis collapsed onto me. Sweaty bodies against one another, he whispered in my ear, “you’re mine.”

I rented a condo on Maui through Airbnb. Once I had booked, my communications were with the property manager, who also happened to be the owner of the unit. He and I shared a few emails before my husband and I arrived in Maui last week. The property manager's name was Dave, just like mine. Dave instructed me to call him when we were 15 minutes away from arrival at the condo. He said he lived in the same complex, and that he would meet us at the condo with the keys. I did as instructed. When I spoke with Dave on the phone to tell him we were close, he said would see us there in 15 minutes. When we arrived at the condo at about 8pm that evening we found the front door open and the lights on. I rang the doorbell as we walked inside. There was a pair of flip-flops on the entry rug, just inside the door. "Hello!" I yelled out as we walked in. Just then a buff and hunky looking guy in his late 40's came around the corner. He was dressed in basketball shorts, a wife beater tee-shirt and bare feet. He had a few Hawaiian/tribal type tattoos covering his muscular arms. "Hi", Dave said as he walked toward us. "Can I ask you to remove your shoes at the door, please? Hawaiian style." he added while pointing to a hand painted sign hung next to the front door. "Mahalo for removing your shoes", the sign read, over a painting of flip-flops. I immediately kicked off my shoes. My husband walked in with the first of his bags as I instructed him to kick off his shoes as well. "Dave, this is my husband, Rick". Dave looked at us with a puzzled look on his face. Then he had a smirk come to his face. "Two men? I guess I didn't realize it would be two men. This unit just has one king sized bed. I don't know what your relationship is? But there is a full size murphy bed here in the den. And the sofa is a sofa sleeper, if you don't want to share a bed", he said with a smiling smirk. "Unless Rick pisses me off, we'll be fine with the king sized bed", I said, smiling back. Dave showed us around the condo. It was an absolutely beautiful and tastefully decorated condo. I complimented Dave on the beautiful decor. "My wife does the design of all our condos. I'll tell her you like it. I'm a contractor. I do all the tile work. The two showers are my designs. I looked into the master bath and then told him I thought the tile design in the shower was fabulous. Once he had finished showing us around, he handed us the two sets of keys and told us to call if we needed anything. Then the hunk left, locking the door behind him. "Woof! What a fucking stud!" I said to my husband as we both laughed. A few days later, I was on Grindr, trying to see if there was anyone close by to suck off or fuck. I had chatted with a few guys, but no one could host. Finally, around 9pm that evening I got a message from someone that showed being only 375 feet away. His Grindr name was Str8DomTopMaui. "Hi. I see we're close". I messaged him. "Yup. What building number are you in?" he asked. "Building 11. I can't host. Can you?" "I may be able to host. Show me your pics", he said. We shared some pics back and forth. His pics were amazing. He was really well hung. His cock soft looked at least 7 inches or more. There were two full body pics. He was buff, muscular and hung. The tattoos on his arms looked familiar. Could be just a coincidence, since they were Hawaiian tribal designs. Then he sent me a 3rd pick. It was him fucking, doggy style, a beautiful brunette with big tits. Just his face from the nose down showed. But, now there was no mistake that this was Dave. Our landlord for the week. DAMN! His naked and fucking pics were even hotter than I would have imagined. We chatted back and forth for awhile. He said he was straight and married. But that he liked to get sucked, rimmed and to fuck gay guys. He said a couple of times that he only pitches. He doesn't catch. He was in a building just a few buildings away from mine. He couldn't host there. But, he said he owned a rental unit in the building next to mine. He said it was empty tonight and that he could meet me there. He told me that he would head over there now. Give him 10 minutes. He would unlock the place. Then he would go into the master bath and close the door. He wanted this to be totally anonymous. He didn't want to see me. And didn't want me to see him. He instructed me to come into the unit. Close and lock the door behind me. Come into the master bedroom. Undress, turn off the lights and to kneel next to the bed. He said he'd place a sleep mask on the bed. He wanted me to wear the mask over my eyes. Then tell him when I was ready. I told my husband I was going to take a walk around the complex. Then I headed over to building 12. I found the unit. The door was ajar. I walked in, locked the door behind me and found the master bedroom. The door to the master bath was closed and I could see light under the door. I stripped, grabbed the sleep mask that he'd left on the bed. I turned out the lights, walked back to the bed and knelt down, facing the bathroom. "Ok. I'm ready", I yelled out. As I was putting the sleep mask over my eyes, I could see the light under the bathroom door extinguish and hear the door open. I could hear and feel someone walk up to me and a soft cock was pressed to my lips. I opened my mouth and took the large mushroomed cockhead into my mouth. I sucked on his cock and flicked my tongue under the head. I reached up to caress his balls as I sucked, but he barked out, "No hands". I pulled my hands away and continued to suck on his cock as it swelled in my mouth. I used my mouth and tongue to worship his cock as it swelled to nearly 8 inches. I licked up and down his shaft and licked his balls. Then he climbed up on the edge of the bed. "Eat my ass, fag", he barked. I crawled behind him and found his ass. I leaned forward, spreading his ass as my tongue licked his sweaty smelling asshole. He let out a soft moan as I licked deeper into his hole. "Yeah! Good faggot. Eat my hole. Come on, cunt. Eat my hole". Hearing his voice, there was no doubt in my mind. This is my host, Dave. The thought that my tongue was now buried in that hunky guys ass was a huge turn-on. I spread his ass even further and slid my tongue deep up into his str8 hole. I reached up and began to stroke his now rock hard cock as I continued to eat his shit hole. He reached around and pulled the back of my head deeper into his ass. My tongue was as far deep up inside his hole as I could get it. "Ok, queer. Get up here. Put your ass up. You're going to get fucked, now". he growled. I climbed up on the edge of the bed. I got on my knees with my ass up, face down. I could feel him climbing off the bed, as I climbed on. He was now standing behind me. His rock hard cock was now slapping my hole. He spit a few times on my ass and pushed the spit up inside me with his thumb. More spit on my ass, then he spit on his own cock a few times. Soon his mushroom cockhead was pressed at my puckered hole. I was wishing I had some poppers to help me open up, but I was going to have to go it alone. He pushed the large head up into me. I took some deep breaths as he continued to push up into me. He slid up into me, balls deep in one, quick thrust. He wasted no time. He immediately began to fuck. SLAM! SLAM! SLAM!............His cock was ramming into me. It was hurting a bit, but in my mind I was picturing that gorgeous hunk that showed us around his condo, imagining him as he had his giant cock buried in my ass. Soon, it was feeling great. He was a brutal fucker. Showing me no mercy. He was definitely here just for his own pleasure. He was grabbing me hard around the waist as he rammed into me. "Nice cunt, faggot", he snarled as he continued to slam into me. About 15 minutes of his hard pounding, finally had us both in the middle of the bed. He had pressed me down. I was turned to the side as he was grinding and slamming into me. He had one hand on the side of my head, pressing it into the mattress. He was a brutal fucker, but it felt amazing. He then pulled from me and pulled me up by the waist. I was again on my hands and knees. He again slammed deep up into me and resumed ramming into me. "Uhhhhhhhh.........Uhhhhhhhhhhh..........Uhhhhhhhhhhh", he grunted as his cock pounded into me. "Fuckin' faggot! You ready for my spunk? You want my man juice in your pussy? Huh, faggot? You ready to get seeded in that fag cunt of yours?" "AAAAhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" he growled as he slammed deep into me and held it there as I could feel his cock throb as he filled my gut with his hot juice. My ass milked his cock as he emptied his balls deep into my ass. When he finished cumming, he pulled from me and climbed off the bed. As he walked back to the master bath he said, "OK. get dressed and leave, fag. I'm done with you", he barked. He walked into the bathroom, closed the door and the light again came on under the doorway. As I dressed, I could hear him also dressing. I let myself out and walked across the street. There was a staircase leading to one of the condo's pools. I sat down on the stairs. It was hidden behind some lush, tropical landscaping, but would give me a good view of anyone walking past. A few minutes later, in the dim light, I could see my host, Dave, walking past on his way back to his own condo a few buildings away. At the end of the week, I received a message from Dave asking what time we could be leaving the condo on our final day? I told him at 10am on Wed. At 10am there was a knock on our door. I opened the door to find Dave standing there. "Come in", I said as I opened the door for him. He came inside, kicking off his flip-flops as he entered the unit. My husband was in the bedroom, finishing packing. I handed Dave the two sets of keys as I told him how much we enjoyed staying here in his unit for the week. He leaned into my ear and whispered, "Hope you enjoyed my load, as well". We smiled at each other as my husband came out of the bedroom with his suitcase. They shook hands and Dave went about checking to make sure we were leaving his condo in good condition. My husband has no idea that that hunky landlord of ours had filled my ass a few nights before. You can be sure that the next time we go back to Maui, we'll be renting from Dave again.

Part 1; I'm a 23 year old neg sex pig, and today was no exception, I was feeling fucking horny as HELL. So, into the shower, wash, and a real thorough douche of my sweet round ASS that I am very proud of, I should be, I work it out regularly enough, then, off I went to my usual sauna haunt. Ben was on the counter. - Hey Ben, how ya doing? - Hey Ollie. GREAT thanks. How are you mate? - I'm doing very good thanks. Too fucking Horny though. - Really. What brings you here then ... He said, being silly We both laughed. I paid my entrance. Given the usual locker key, and towel, and off to the locker area I went. BUT, today was different than usual. A guy in full Leather Gear (Chaps, Boots, and a Leather Waistcoat) was lurking around, drinking a Beer. He was also wearing a Cock-Ring that housed a massive bulging with veins erection. What made this look even HOTTER, was, he was skinny, gaunt, yellow, and a big Bio-Hazard tattoo above his naval. This Man screamed Danger. He screamed Death. BUT FUCK, I was already intoxicated! I found my locker, and got undressed and out of the corner of my eye I could see DANGER Man just staring! I locked up, wrapped my towel around me, and went to walk to the spa when I heard . - OI, cunt, stop right there!!! He kinda startled me, and part of me was saying to myself, 'fucking walk Olllie', a natural reaction I guess if the brain senses danger. BUT, as said, I was already intoxicated. So I froze. He came up from behind, and ripped my towel off letting it fall to the ground. - FUCK Yeah. One peachy round ASS! He slapped each cheek hard, then he parted them, spat on his fingers, and made my CUNT wet. He then inserted a finger. I gasped. - Sweet Jesus. You are one super tight Bitch! Right, get ya towel back on, and come with me to my private cabin. I am your very own private AIDS Daddy for the afternoon. I got my towel back on, and started following him as he walked off. I was filled with utter Fear. Yet, I was filled with an immense erotic intense excitemenT ?☣️?

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A week ago I met a guy at a sex party with one of the biggest and thickest dicks I had seen in recent years. I mentioned him in one of the other threads about top's frustrations. Even after I had been fucked by someone else it took a while before I could take all of him. He fucked me several times at the party but didn't give me his load until after he gave me a lift home and had a private session. We chatted since then and last night he came over. This time it was just him and me and I didn't have someone to open me up first. It was again a bit of a struggle but to my own surprise it didn't take too long before he was in balls deep but my hole was absolutely stretched to the limit. He had said he usually is a "one shot guy" and he is done after he cums so he loves to fuck as long as possible, with breaks to prevent him from cumming too quickly. And he did. Hitting my prostate continuously he made me cum in minutes. After several breaks he finally delivered. We chatted afterwards and I started sucking him and cleaning his dick. He got hard again. Said that almost never happens. Round two it took longer for him to cum again but my hole loved taking him there and he managed to give me my 2nd orgasm in the process. It's been hours since he left but even after sleep my sore hole still feels like it's stretched. I'm hoping he will become a regular. I have two other fuckbuds and one of them keeps me fairly busy but this guy's oversized dick is so delicious. Such a slut! ?

Sorry if this is a bit long, I needed to share... Today I was working out of the office. At lunchtime I parked under a tree beside the river at a local beat. There's a cycle/foot path running from the carpark along the river bank. About 50m along there's a public toilet and utilities building for a nearby sports field - many a good time has been had here. Today the cycleway was quite busy but I stayed in the car, working on my laptop and checking Grindr & Squirt on my phone. Not much showing up. Sometime after 1pm I noticed a ute pull into the parking area and a solid, 40-ish tradey type got out and wandered down the path. I saw him go into the gents toilet but I had to finish an email before I could react. He came out and stood leaning against the railing looking across the river. I needed to pee so made my way down the path past him and into the toilet, which has a 2-man urinal and a large cubical with lockable door. I went into the cubical and left the door open. I started to pee but noticed someone come in and hover outside the door. I suppressed the stream of piss and half turned to the door so he could see me fondling my cock. Of course it was the tradey and he needed no further invitation, entering and locking the door. He already had his large, floppy cut cock hanging out of his fly so I immediately leaned over and took it into my mouth. It quickly started to harden and I sucked it into my throat. He opened his jeans and pulled his balls out - no underpants - and motioned for me to suck them, which he clearly enjoyed. I went down on my knees and back on his cock. He pulled my head onto his now solid 7" member, forcing me to take it right down my throat then fucking my face. I had to pull away to take a breath, then a huff of poppers before he pulled me back onto his swollen member and again throat-fucked me with small rapid hip movements. He gave me another breather, wanking his shaft with just the head in my mouth, then more insistent thrusting into my mouth and suddenly I was almost choking on his load. I kept sucking his softening cock for almost a minute before he withdrew, zipped up and walked out with me following right behind. There was someone standing at the urinal. I went out and leaned on the rail, savouring the taste of cum but watching the toilet doorway. A guy in shorts came out, gave me the eye and walked around the side of the building into an alcove. I walked past the alcove entrance and saw him fondling his crotch and popping his cock out the left leg of his shorts, so I joined him. It was a risky location as anyone passing would see us, but it was on the opposite side from the pathway, facing away from the river. I could feel my cock leaking precum into my jeans and pulled it out for him. "Nice cock mate" as he dropped to his haunches and began to suck me, while wanking his rapidly hardening member. He only lasted a minute or so before squeezing out a few spots of cum which spattered the concrete. We walked off in different directions around the building and I went back to my car. I had a short teleconference at 2:30 and a followup email, during which I lost track of who was around. I needed to finish my pee and get going to my next appointment so I walked back down to the toilets, passing a man in casual business attire sitting on a bench overlooking the river, working his phone. I stood at the urinal but before I could relieve myself business man walks in and stands beside me. I guess he was about 30, Clarke Kent glasses, tall and solidly built but in good shape. His intent was clear - his thick uncut cock was already hard and he half turned towards me. I leaned over and took his slightly curved 7 inches into my mouth. It was quite thick around the base, an impressive unit. I felt his hand on my arse for a moment as I worked my tongue under his foreskin. He moaned slightly as I worked the skin back to expose and caress his knob with my mouth. I stood up to unbuckle my belt and free my throbbing hardon. He motioned for us to go into the cubical - very promising. Once inside I locked the door and went back down on his cock. Once again I felt his fingers pushing at my arse through my jeans. I pulled them down and he fingered my hole as I continued to suck. My arse was clean but not lubed, yet very soon he turned me to face the wall and slowly but insistently pushed his cock into me, with only my residual saliva for lubricant. I didn't have a chance to spit on my fingers to slick my hole but I did manage to grab a sniff of my poppers as he forced himself right into me and began to fuck. Most of the movement was due to the skin sliding over his shaft. Sometimes he grabbed my hips for greater traction and I had to brace myself against the brick wall with both hands, but occasionally managed to reach between my legs and fondle his nuts, pushed right up aginst my butt cheeks. Fucking fantastic! He upped the pace a bit and wrapped his hand around my throat. I groaned in pleasure, then someone came into the outer room and used the handbasin. He stayed inside me but slowed right down. The washer left and he resumed thrusting into me. I took another hit of poppers and was pushing back on him. By now he was working a good rhythm and each stroke made a slapping noise. Someone else came in - he backed off a bit but we were still making some noise. My hands were getting cold from the brickwork but I couldn't resist feeling those warm chunky balls again. Again he upped the pace and grasped my throat which was another turn on for me. He was panting and thrusting harder, then stopped and pulled out slowly and slapped his cock against my cheeks. I thought we were done but he pushed back inside, picked up the rhythm and again grabbed my throat, this time grunting and breathing heavier, ramming all the way in. He held me there for a moment then pulled out, wiped his cock on my cheeks and back and pulled up his pants. He kissed me on the lips then left. I stayed in the cubical, feeling my hole which was only slightly moist and a bit sore. Did he cum or not? I went back to the car and drove about 10 mins to my next appointment. As I left the carpark I saw him going into the toilet block on the other side of the beat...WTF? I ducked into the gents at my destination and slid a spit-slicked finger in my arse deep as I could. Sure enough I found blobs of thick, sticky semen - tasted good too. Not a huge load but VERY satisfying. It's still inside as I write this...

Part 7; My AIDS God drove his fancy sports car, whilst Uncle Jim and I got in the back-seat. He instructed me to take my trousers and underwear off, slouch down so I wasn't sitting upright, leaving easier access ... He then started fingering my cunt, and feeding me the toxic load that was swimming inside of me. Part way through the journey my phone pinged, and I managed to check the message, which Uncle Jim leaned over and read too. It was from Ben. 'Please don't do this', with a sad face. He looked at me and began to laugh arrogantly, with his face turning from an evil chuckle to a growling rage, which saw his fingering of my cunt intensify aggressively - Hey Pete, your boy is keeping your death-juice nice and warm for ya. - It's a good job these seats are Leather Jim They both laughed. We arrived at Jim's. We pulled in. The garage door shut, and locked. That was it, I had sealed my own fate. BUT, it's what I wanted. And NEEDED. We all got out, and Jim made me sprawl spread eagle over the bonnet. He slammed right into me, no warning, and power fucked me for a few minutes, then stopped. There is no way I am cumming in you, just yet! We went into the main house, and made our way down into the Basement. It was pitch black! Jim flicked a switch and it lit up with a glowing dim red, so, it still had that dark feeling, but you could clearly see. All over the walls were mirrors, and dozens of large pictures of; the bio-hazard sign, demons and monsters, skulls, the word 'poz'. I was at this point only wearing my tee-shirt, and Jim ripped it from me, and threw me onto the rubber covered mattress, and got my AIDS Master Pete, to help strap me down. Our host kept his stash of chems in his Basement Dungeon, and he gave me my second hit of tina for the evening. I couldn't touch myself, which only served to heighten the mad rush. There I was, wriggling, intoxicated, flying beautifully high, and unable to move. My AIDS Daddies then began to write all over my body with marker pen, with things like; cunt, whore, cum, Demon, Dog, AIDS, FAGGOT,99, Piss, Breed ... Then, they both left, turning off the red lights. I heard the door at the top of the stairs shut. I lay there in complete darkness, silence, and unable to move. Even though I physically lay there, I felt my body elevate, and fly around this wonderful dungeon. I then heard a speaker system come on, and hard house was being pumped in, and into my inner solar system. Several minutes later the red lighting came back on upon Jim & Pete's return, both wearing the same attire as each other; German Army Boots, Leather waistcoat & executioner's hood, plus a Cock-Ring. They stood either side of my torso, with one foot facing inwards to my body, and the other towards my head, so their wasted bodies and gaunt faces both towered above me. They never spoke a word. Just stood there drinking their Heineken's, spitting at me, and tugging at their bulging veiny toxic Fuck-Meat, until they finished the two bottles of drink that they each had. - RIGHT, it is my turn now boy to fuck you, and I guess now we would say, re-charge you! I was unstrapped, had a Leather harness put on me, and ordered on all 4's in the middle of the mattress, parallel to the mirrored wall. - What do you want boy? - Your poz cum Uncle Jim - This is MY Dungeon, you call me Master. Understood you nasTy pig? *He bellowed, whilst flogging me with his Leather paddle* This caused me to have an internal orgasm, and and I began to high pitch whimper, and grunt several time ... - Yes Master. I am so sorry Master. He knelt in between my legs, spreading them wide, pushed my cheeks apart, and stuck his tongue up my cunT, proceeding to rim me and eat me out!

Part 3. After the fuck of my life, John dragged me to the walk-in shower. "Double shower heads. Nice," I said, then later feeling immature for showing how impressed I feel. I walked in the shower and got under the hot water as John dimmed the lights and turned on music that belonged on a sex playlist. He slid in behind me, pushed my chest against the cold, gray tile, and pressed his pecs and long cock against my backside. I moaned softly. Had I ever moaned before? What was happening. The hot water, the steam, and a muscle daddy caressing my body and kissing every inch of me. I was rock hard in a minute. After a deep kiss, John was fully hard again, and he forced me on my back on the tile bench in the middle of the shower. He grabbed a bottle of lube, coated my ass and his cock, and slowly slid in. "Fuuuuuuuuuuck," I moaned, as he slid in. His cock stretching open my now very sore and puffy ass. I focused on his pecs, the shadow of his face, and the warm water, and the pain eased away. Within minutes, I was getting close. I wanted his load this time, I didn't want him to pull out. So I took some initiative. "I want your cum inside me. Please breed me, daddy" I whimpered. He was silent, but I saw a smile start to creep in on the left side of his face, as water poured down his body fro the shower. He kept thrusting into me, tearing me open. It was painful but the pleasure outweighed the pain by far. He grabbed my cock and started tugging, and 30 seconds later I shot all over my chest while he just kept slamming in and out of my battered ass. I kept hoping he shoot, I kept begging, "breed me daddy. Own my ass." A minute later, he pulled out and shoved his cock down my throat and unloaded another massive load of cum, this time filling my throat and mouth. I still wanted his cum in my ass. He dragged me to bed, wrapped his arms around me, pulled me tight to his chest, and we drifted off to sleep. 2:07 AM -- that's what the clock said. I was exhausted. And a little confused. ---- 6:32 AM -- I squinted at the clock. I heard rain on the roof. I rolled off, John was lightly sleeping. At some point during the night, he'd gotten up and put on a white tee shirt. He was snoring ever so softly. I slid in close to him, pressed my face against his pecs and wrapped my hand around his cock. I drifted back to sleep. 8:07 AM -- the shower was running. John was awake. I didn't want to get up yet. I heard him the sound of an electric razor a few minutes after the shower cut off. I thought I'd keep sleeping, or at least see what he would do next. A few minutes later, I heard John back in the bedroom. He slowly pulled the covers off of me as I pretended to sleep, face down. John crawled between me, and pushed his tongue into my ass, rimming me gently and teasing my hole. I was incredibly sore from the night before, but his tongue made my hole twitch with excitement. In one thrust, he pushed his entire cock all the way inside of me. "Fuck!" I shouted. "I knew you were awake, beautiful boy," John replied. He slowly eased my ass open after that, and fucked me for a solid 10 minutes. He then flipped me over, and I could taste my ass on his tongue as he kissed me deeply. Apparently John likes morning sex. I could tell, he was getting close, and quickly. I was going to get his cum inside me. I needed it. I needed to have a piece of this man in my DNA. "Daddy?" I said. "Yes boy," John replied. "I really want your cum inside me," I said. "Oh yea? You want me to breed your boy hole?" John replied. "Fuck yea, breed me, please. Please breed me. Own my ass," I said. "I can't," John replied. Then started violently pounding my ass again. He was about to cum, I knew it. "What, why?" I questioned him. He pulled out, took three tugs on his cock, then shot all over me. "Because I'm poz." Partially in shock, partially turned on, I started shooting a volcano of cum out of my cock. John looked surprised, but dived down and slurped up the second half of my load. He was HIV positive, and I had begged him for his load. More than once, but he kept pulling out. And yet somehow, I still really wanted to feel his cum leaking out of 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.”

I'm Parker -- 21, 5' 10, 165 lbs. of pretty lean muscle. There's nothing big about me, but my pecs are pretty defined, my abs are toned, and I pretty much stay smooth from my years on the high school swim team. I've got short cropped brown hair, and one of those faces that will stay boyish for at least 20 years, but my jaw is defined enough to give me a manly look. So I'm told. It's my third year and college -- in a small southern town -- and I came out my freshman year after getting drunk off cranberry vodkas and bud lights and jerking off with my roommate, Ben, who turned out to be a total bottom slut, despite his 9" cock. My friends all mess around, and cheat on each other, and fuck each other, but is it really cheating if everyone is ok with it? We tend to get drunk, have sex, then never talk about it until it happens again a few weeks later. There's a group of about 7 of us, and I've both fucked, and been fucked, by all of them. But up until this point in my life, I didn't really know what good sex was. Cute college guys flopping around in bed, awkwardly getting each other off, and trying to figure out sex. But all that was about to change. It was Ben's birthday, and we were headed out to the gay bars in downtown. The typical Flex bar, filled with college guys, the makeup queens, a few muscle guys, and the old daddies. Ya know, the kinda bar where you know everyone but you keep going back, hoping to meet someone new. That night, I did. When we walked in, Ben was already sloppy drunk, and looking desperate. His pale skin and blonde hair didn't really make him that cute, and he rarely hit the gym, but there was something about him that people are attracted to. And his ass is amazing. "It's my birthday, and I HAVE to get fucked," Ben said. "If I don't find someone to go home with, will you fuck me tonight?" "Sure," I said. Hoping, and praying, it wouldn't come to that. A few drinks later, I gazed around the musky bar, not seeing anyone interesting, and giving up for the night. I hit the dance floor with the boys, feeling oddly sleepy, and desperately horny, trying to blend in. Glancing over at the cages, my eyes caught the attention of a man who would change my life, though I didn't know it at the time. He was 5'11", olive skin, buzzed head, square jaw, and loaded head to toe with muscle. The rock solid arms, the big, round shoulders, and the -- what I like to call -- "fuck me pecs." You know, the perfectly round chest that you want to feel and squeeze with your legs raised in the air with a hard cock tearing your ass apart. Yep, he had those pecs, tightly squeezing through his gray crew neck t-shirt and tight bleached jeans. I could see the outline of what looked like a pretty sizable cock bulging through his crotch. I knew I wanted that. I tried not to stare. "Parker, are you ok? Why aren't you dancing?" Ben asked. "Oh, umm, sorry - do you know who that guy is over there?" I asked. "No. But he's at least 45. Why would you even be interested," Ben responded, with a bitchy tone. And that's where I'm different from the rest of the crew. They're all focused on 20-somethings, while I'm always drawn to the daddies. No, the muscle daddies. Maybe it's because of a bad relationship with my actual dad, who knows. But I know that's what turns me on. I tried not to stare at the mystery muscle man, but I kept catching his eyes. He looked at me with a sly, southern grin. But not for too long, just long enough to make me know he was interested, but not desperate. Getting lost in the music, I turned around a few minutes later, and had to pee. I walked in the bathroom and saw Eric, from the soccer team, fucking Ben at the urinal. Ben was begging for it like a bitch in heat. I felt relieved. I wouldn't have to fuck him tonight, and after seeing the mystery muscle man, I didn't want to. I made my way to the bar, sat down, and ordered a vodka tonic. I was over it and ready to go home. The bartender, Monty, flirted with me a little. He's a cute Mexican who fucked me a few years ago when I first started coming to Flex. I thought for a few minutes about trying to take him home again. But right as I was about to order another drink, I suddenly felt a warm, scratchy stubble tickling my ear. "We're leaving, I want to be inside you." I turned, and in almost shock, I saw the muscle mystery guy, grabbing me by my arm, pulling me against the wall of the bar, and kissing me deeply. I didn't know what to say, or what to do. I dropped a $20 on the bar and left with him. Turns out, his name is John.

PART 1 It was approximately two months before high school graduation that this happened, which is to say it was about two weeks after I turned 18. Not that I looked 18. I was lucky if people thought I was 16. Although I was 5' 10”, I only weighed 155 pounds, and given my baby face and short brown hair, I didn’t look like a man - yet. But it was men I wanted, that’s for sure. I was 18 and I had a car. It was time. Sure there were gay guys at my school, but I wasn’t into guys my age. I liked guys older than me, guys around 40. Men with big man cocks and big manly cum-filled balls. That’s what turned me on. Now I just needed to find such a man who happened to like me. With that in mind, within days of my birthday, I had my first profile up on a gay hook-up site. Initially I received messages from young guys who were quite like me, or at most a few years older. One or two were tempting but I held out. Besides a few blowjobs back and forth ealrier in the year, I had no experience with men. But in my mind, I was always the one sucking cock and always the one offering up his hole. I was a bottom before I even knew what a bottom was. Then one day he messaged me. He was older, 43, and definitely a top. His pictures didn’t have his face but what it showed was amazing to me. He was 6 1” but thin at 165. His graying hair was cut very short. And then I saw his dick. Magnificent isnt even a strong enough word. The pictures showed a solid eight and a half inch cock, with a nice mushroom head and a thick slightly bending upward shaft. His big balls hung down. They looked massive. Now, my balls are a nice size and I cum tons when I shoot, but I figured a guy with giant balls such as this guy sported must cum buckets. I couldn't see his face, but honestly didn't care. This guy's body was my fantasy come to life. I read thru his profile. And then I saw it: HIV status - positive. Still, I wanted to read his message and at least say thanks for messaging me. Just looking at his pictures had me so hard. It was too bad he had hiv. I couldn’t risk that. So I clicked on the message. “I love your pics. You seem like a really hot young guy. That sexy body. And hot little butt! I saw you like older guys. Hot older Top men, guys that can show you things, take you to places you haven’t been yet and that your body doesn’t know it needs yet. I’ve helped young men like you before. I’d love to meet you. And I can tell by your profile you are gonna want to meet me. I have a huge cock that loves attention and I love showing a young guys hole the attention a boy hole needs. I have exactly what you need. Don’t waste time and message me back. I want you in my bedroom.” wow, he had me rock hard. I mean rock hard. And shaking a little. This was real. This hot as hell man wanted me. And badly, it seemed. I was so scared of the hiv thing but I stared at those pics and read his message again and I didn’t know what I would do but I would find a way to keep safe. I had to meet him. With very very nervous hands, i typed back. “You are really really hot. I’m a little scared about what we can do because i am not hiv positive, but I can’t help it, like I just want to meet you and see you face to face. Your cock is so amazing. I have a car, so I can meet almost anywhere but I love with my parents, so can’t have anyone here.” And I hit send. Within minutes, his reply came thru. “Come over now. We are both horny. My address is 710 elm lane, by the new high school. Can you be here soon? So ready to meet you and have uou here.” I replied within seconds. “Be there in 20 minutes.” I tried to make sure I looked ok and ran a brush thru my hair and went out the door before I could change my mind. What was I doing? But I told myself nothing has to happen unless I want it to. And he was so sexy. And that huge cock. I was hard the short drive over there. I parked on the street and made my way towards his house. It was dark, so that made it a little easier. It was my first time just going to a guys house to hook up. I was nervous as hell but my cock was leading me. I was so horny I almost couldn’t take it. I walked up to the porch and knocked softly. The door slowly opened and I was face to face with my internet friend. His body was more amazing in person. Clad in just underwear that bulged like crazy, he was all his profile said and more. Then I looked at his face and he looked at mine and both of us had a shock. It was Mr Johnson, my 11th grade history teacher. I was shocked and embarrassed he would now reject me and still so horny, maybe even more so now. Mr Johnson a gay Top! All of this shock and me standing in the doorway lasted maybe 3 seconds. And then he gestured for me to come in and I did. My cock was like steel and I was determined to go further, though I didn’t know where. I just knew two things: mr Johnson was my perfect gay man standing in front of me and I had to be carful and not forget he had hiv. I felt his hand on my lower back as he guided me inti the house. The sound of the door jarred me from my thoughts. This was happening. This was really happening.

Muscle Bear Dad is another story I've enjoyed, posted in alt.sex.stories.gay.moderated. It is M/t, but all the action starts on the eighteenth birthday of the narrator. The first post is here. * * * My senior year in high school turned out to be a real turning point in my life. I was cruising along, minding my own business and doing everything I could to prepare for life after high school, that I was completely unprepared for the chain events that brought me to where I am today. My name is Jake, and from all indications, I was living a perfect existence as a typical high school senior. I studied hard and made good grades, always a 3.5-point average or higher, but like many of my peers, I really wasn't all that interested in social studies, and was constantly admonished by my teacher to try harder. I was captain of the football team last fall, and since one of my best talents in that game was my running, I was getting ready for the track team practices about to start. I was good at sports, competitive and recreational, and I have my dad to thank for that. He was always playing sports with me as a kid and throughout my teenage years, encouraging me to play better. He was always showing me the techniques he had learned when he was growing up that helped make him one of the most proficient players on his high school and college teams. Let me tell you a little about my dad. His name is Ben, and while I may be somewhat prejudiced, he's probably one of the most handsome men in the city. Many people have commented that he looks a lot like Lee Majors when he was in his prime. Dad is 6 foot, 2 inches tall and weighs 245 pound of well-muscled beef. Dad has owned a slowly growing chain of fitness spas, named Muscle Buddies, for the last 15 years, ever since training professionally as a body builder. He won a few minor titles shortly after I was born but when mom deserted us, he took his winnings and opened the first Muscle Buddies so he could be there for me. Mom and dad met on the competition circuit. Mom was a stewardess, an air mattress as dad describes her, and a groupie to the body builder crowd. They had dated a few times, and when she got pregnant with me, he did the honorable thing and married her. After three years of playing housewife while dad competed in competitions, she got bored with the routine and left us to go back to flying full time. She didn't have any problem when he petitioned the court for full custody, and except for a birthday card or Christmas present once in a while, I haven't heard from her since. My father has thick, black hair that he keeps cut short so he doesn't have to do much to make it look good. His eyes are that hazel color, which look gold in the sunlight, topped by long, black lashes that many woman spend tons of money on mascara to duplicate. His beard is so heavy he has to shave two or three times a day or he has a five o'clock shadow by noon. The muscles he works so hard to maintain are covered with tons of glossy black hair, so much that it's hard to see skin between the straight, coarse strands. A few of my friends have commented that he looks like a gorilla, but to me it just makes him look more masculine than other men. He showed me some of his old competition photos and I couldn't believe that the smooth, shiny body in the pictures was he. He told me it used to take hours of shaving and gallons of Nair to keep it that way, and certainly doesn't miss all the torture he used to have to go through to get that competitive look. Dad keeps the hair on his body trimmed so it doesn't look too unmanaged and many times asks me to help with the spots he has trouble reaching. That's how I know what his dick and balls look like. I'll be studying or watching TV and he'll call out from the bathroom asking for a little help. When I get there, he's standing naked in the tub with the clippers in his hand and that frustrated look he gets when faced with a problem he can't solve easily. He hands me the clippers and points to the places on his wide back that he can't reach, so I help him out to make sure everything is even. At those times, I get to run my hands over the hair on his back, and down to his 34" waist, under the excuse of making sure there weren't any hairs matted down that the clippers might miss. My dad has big hands, thick wrists, and bulging forearms, all covered with thick hair. He's so hairy he even has tufts of hair on the middle knuckles of each finger and toe. The hair on his arms goes about halfway up his 20" biceps, but thins out enough so you can see that thick vein on the top of each one. His thick, muscled legs and round, hard butt are a single, smooth carpet of hair, so thick that they always look tanned. His abs and pecs are covered as well, but instead of stopping at the top of his chest like most guys, it continues on over his shoulders to meet the hair growing up his back. You can see his nipples, which cap the thick, chiseled 50" pecs, protruding from the hair on his chest, each one topped by an eraser sized nub of flesh. If he didn't shave his neck and face, there would be no part of his body, except around his eyes and his forehead, that weren't covered in soft, thick fur. He even clips his pubic hair to the same length as the rest of his body; he said it was just easier to run the clippers over the whole body than to worry about sculpting different areas. His soft dick was long enough to almost reach the bottom of his ball sac and about the diameter of a silver dollar. The smooth, circumcised head of his dick is a rosy, purple, bigger and darker than the thick shaft. His balls look big enough to cover the entire palm of my hand if I were to reach over sometime and cradle them. Hell, I don't think I would be able to close my hand more than halfway around his balls without hurting him. I've never seen my dad with a hard-on, but once when I finished helping trim his back hair; it was sticking straight out from his body and had grown noticeably. I got embarrassed and hightailed it out of the bathroom, but I really wanted to see what it looked like fully hard. I got a ride home from school on the afternoon of my eighteenth birthday from my best friend Jeremy's mom. Dad doesn't usually get home until after five during the week but today he'd taken a day off to clean out the garage and do some puttering around the yard. I went through the front door calling out for him but he wasn't inside so I went out the French doors to the backyard and saw him trimming the hedges by the back fence. He was only wearing some grungy old gym shorts and the sweat from his exertion was streaming down his face and matting the hair on his chest and back. The waistband of the shorts was soaked and the shorts clung to the round globes of his ass. He only goes shirtless if he's working in the backyard where no one can see him, otherwise he'll wear a tee shirt to keep from spooking the neighbors with his excess hairiness. I called out and waved and when he heard me, he waved back. He stopped the electric clippers so I could hear him and said, "I'm almost done. Let me just finish these and then I'll be in to discuss dinner plans to celebrate your birthday." I went back to the kitchen and got a soda from the fridge and a glass with ice. After pouring the soft drink and waiting for the fizz to stop, I grabbed my backpack and went up to my room to do my homework while I waited for dad. A half hour later, dad stopped by the door to my room, sweat still running down his handsome face. "I'll take a quick shower and be with you in a little bit," he said smiling broadly. Presently, I heard the water running in his shower and knew it wouldn't be too long before he was dressed and ready to go. I opened my math book and looked over the problems due for tomorrow's assignment. I was on the second math problem when I heard him call my name and ask me come into his bedroom. I thought maybe it was trimming time at the zoo again, so I hopped up and walked across the hall to his room. Dad was dressed in a Hawaiian shirt, tan chinos, and a pair of Topsiders. He looked great as usual. He asked me to sit on the bed and then came over to sit next to me, carrying a plastic bag. The bag was one of those magazine bags they give you at the newsstand, and I immediately knew what was in it. A lump grew in my throat and I had a hard time swallowing. "I found these while cleaning out the garage today and I thought we should talk about it," he said quietly. There was no anger or embarrassment in his voice, he just stated it matter-of-factly. He dumped the magazines from the bag onto the bed between us and I knew I'd been caught. He'd found my secret stash of porno magazines, made up of Honcho, Advocate Men, and a gay porno color glossy that Jeremy's brother bought for him once. This was a moment I'd been dreading ever since I hid the first one in the garage, but I didn't think it would arrive so soon. I'd only been collecting them since last fall after Jeremy and I started messing around. "I figure there's something you that been on your mind for a while and this is as good a time as any to talk about it. I'm not mad; in fact, I had a good chuckle when I remembered back to my porno stash when I was your age. They were a little less gender specific, but I'm sure I was looking at the guys more than the girls." I must have looked startled when the meaning of his words hit me. "You, you mean," I stuttered, "you mean you liked looking a naked guys, too? You're gay?" I asked. "Yep, figured it out when I was competing in body building," he answered. "There's lots of great looking men with beautiful bodies all around and I found myself wanting to do more than just admire them from a distance. I've kept it from you so my lifestyle wouldn't influence your development. I needed for you to figure out for yourself what you wanted and I didn't think it would be a good idea for you to see me carrying on with other men while you were growing up. Life for a kid is confusing enough." "Remember the weekend trips I started taking every few months when you turned sixteen?" he asked. I nodded and he continued, "Well, I was going to larger cities to visit some friends I've made over the years, some of them fuck buddies, and others, really good friends to go out on the town with, and maybe find some stud to have sex with. So, in case you were thinking I'd be angry or hate you, it's not like that at all. In fact, I'm really proud of you for coming to terms with this difficult decision and not let it screw your head up. You're a great son, Jake, and I'm equally proud to be your father." His confession moved me so much that tears began to fill up my eyes and I started to sob a little bit. Dad stood up and spread his big arms, letting me know that I could hug him, and I moved against his hard body. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me tight to his chest, my head cradled in the crook of his neck. He let me sob against him for a few minutes, and then used his big hands to pull my head back and look into my face. He used both thumbs at the same time to wipe the tears from under my eyes and looked at me with this incredible, loving smile. All my love for this man came welling up from deep inside me, and I moved my face closer so I could press my lips to his. Dad gave me one of the fatherly pecks and tried to move away, but I pressed my lips against his again and tried to open his mouth with my tongue. He tensed, stepped back, looking at me with a little surprise on his face and said quietly, "Jake, I don't think we should be doing this." "Dad, I want this more than anything," I whispered. "I want you to show me how much you love me, how much two men can share together." He stood for a few moments, looking at my face, seeing the budding lust there and feeling the shivers of anticipation coursing through my body. "And I do love you, son," he whispered and began to kiss me in earnest. We stood by the side of the bed, probing each other's mouths with our tongues. He hadn't shaved since this morning and the almost full day's growth was rough and exciting against the skin of lips. Our tongues were licking each other fiercely when he turned my head to the side and stuck the full length of his tongue into my mouth. I felt that sucker fill my mouth and almost reach the back of my throat. I sucked on his tongue, trying to bring it deeper into my mouth and slowly pulled my lips back along its length. As soon as the tip of his tongue escaped my lips, I looked up at his face and saw his eyes were glazed, a mere hint of a smile gracing his mouth. We stayed looking in each other's eyes while I slowly unbuttoned his shirt. His gaze shifted to watch my hands and I soon had the shirt open, exposing his broad, hairy chest. I slid my hands up from his waist along the coarse hair covering his stomach and chest, slowing sliding the shirt from his shoulders and down his arms. He took his hands off my back and dropped them to his side, long enough for me to slip his shirt to the floor. The silk shirt whispered through the air and lay in a heap on the floor at his feet. I returned my hands to his broad back, feeling the amazingly soft fur beneath my palms and flowing between my fingers. Our mouths met again in hot fury and our tongues again took turns filling the others mouth with hot flesh and delicious spit. His mouth left mine and began to attack my neck just below my earlobe. His thick tongue began swirling and stabbing at my neck, his mouth sucking, and his beard sending little tickles through my skin. I lolled my head to one side, opening up my neck to his attentions, showing him how much I wanted these incredible feelings to continue. He worked along the underside of my jaw, towards my throat, licking and sucking and rubbing with his mouth, at first slowly and then with increasing passion. He stopped and I looked at him to see why, but his gaze was somewhere below my face. Dad moved one hand from the back of my neck and rubbed it along the hard tube of flesh beneath the material of my jeans. His other hand joined the first one and he pulled open the buttons of my 501's, spreading the flaps to rub my cock through my underwear. He pulled at the bottom of my tee shirt and slid it up my torso. When my shirt reached my armpits, I lifted my arms into the air and let him pull the tee shirt over my head and throw it to the floor. His hands cupped my ass and he pulled me to his chest. I could feel every one of the hairs on his chest send little sparks into my skin and I started working on his neck as he had on mine. He opened his neck to my hungry mouth, and low, sexy moans issued from his throat. I continued to caress his back and arms with my hands, luxuriating in the feel of all that fur beneath my fingers. I was almost finished licking the expanse of his neck when he pulled back a little, bent over, and started licking one of my nipples. His tongue swirled around the flesh of my nipple while his mouth sucked on it gently. His teeth made little nips on the growing nub that sent shocks straight to my dick. Each time his teeth tweaked my flesh I could feel my dick pulse and gooey precum oozed into my shorts. He switched nipples and lavished the same affection on it, again sending thrills through my body. His mouth left my chest and he dropped to his knees in front of me. Dad bent over and undid the laces on my sneakers and removed them. He grabbed the waistband of my jeans and shorts, and slid them down my legs, freeing my oozing cock, which swung up from my crotch, pulling a thin thread of precum from the head to my waist. I lifted my legs so he could remove my pants and he tossed them into the pile with my other clothes. One of his hands grabbed my cock, the heat of his palm searing my skin. He licked the precum off my body and with a brief glance at my face, began licking around the head of me cock, making sure to get every drop of juice from the dripping head. He laid my dick on his tongue, and with a gentle pull of his hand, squeezed more clear fluid from my tube and licked it back like a delicacy. He followed by engulfing my cock with his mouth and started sucking up and down the hard shaft. The workings of his mouth and tongue were driving me crazy and I soon pulled his head off my cock and pulled him to his feet. We stood slightly apart and I reached for the button holding his chinos closed. He stood silently, watching me pull down the zipper and begin to slide his pants and shorts down his strong, hairy thighs. His dick was pointing down one of the legs of his pants and when I first saw the wide base of it sticking out of his bush, I was stunned by the thickness of it. I started to kneel as I was removing his pants, and I was more than half way down his thighs before his cock sprang free and slapped him in the stomach. He helped me by kicking off his Topsiders and lifting his legs so I could get the pants all the way off. Tossing his pants aside, I settled to my knees and looked at the monster I had freed with a stunned look on my face. My dad's dick was huge and an involuntary shiver of fear slid through me. I wrapped one hand around the base, pulling it down towards the floor, but I wasn't able to touch my fingers on the other side. I wrapped my other hand around the still uncovered portion of his shaft and the dark, purple head remained in view, looking like a plum and shiny from the precum he was leaking. I kept one hand holding the base of it and ran my tongue over the shiny surface of the head, tasting his precum. I stretched my lips over it and sucked slowly down the shaft. I knew I wasn't going to be able to get his dick into my throat like I could with Jeremy's but I was going to give it a good try. I could take about half his cock in my mouth and tried a couple of times to get more but each time my gag reflex triggered and I had to pull back. I worked on the portion I could handle and swirled my tongue around the head, hoping I was giving him as much pleasure as he had given me. Dad pulled me off his dick and helped me to my feet, looking into my eyes the whole time. "I'm pretty big," he said and flashed me a sexy smile and a wink, "but maybe with a little practice, you can swallow the whole thing. I'd be more than happy to help you work on that any time you like." He let go of me and turned towards the bed, his big cock bouncing and swinging as he did. He grabbed the bedspread and blanket underneath and pulled them down to foot of the bed, laying bare the sheets and pillows. Dad clasped my hand and pulled me over to the bed, laying me down on my back, head on the pillow, and crawled over on top of me. He lay down on top of me, covering my body head to toe with his hairy frame, the warmth and weight of his body like a heavy blanket. Dad spread my legs with his knees and settled between them, returning his lips to mine in hungry passion. I was running my hands from his shoulders to his butt, feeling the unbroken expanse of hair and the clenching of his butt muscles as he ground his crotch into mine. The movement of his body was jacking our dicks, the hair on his stomach getting slick with both of our juices. He spread my legs a little further apart and moved his mouth to my right nipple. He gripped the nub between his teeth and slowly applied more pressure. The pain was delicious and when it grew to such intensity that my back began to arch, he released the nub and continued to lick the swollen flesh. He moved to the other nipple and did the same thing, this time causing my knees to bend and my legs began to rise on their own. He slid further down my body and took my aching cock back into his mouth. He sucked the length of it into the back of his throat and squeezed those muscles around the head. I put my hands behind my head and watched the handsome face of my dad licking and sucking the flesh of my cock and thoughts of disbelief flooded my mind. I couldn't believe this was happening and how incredible he was making me feel. After what seemed like a long time, but was really only a few minutes, he lifted his head from my cock, opened his eyes and looked at me. "If you'll let me, I want to fuck you," he said quietly, "I need to fuck you," his face looked pleadingly at mine. After a few moments of silence, he said again, "I need you, son. I need to fuck you. Can I," he paused, "Please?" I stroked the hair on his head with both hands and ran my fingers along his stubbly face, finally placing my thumb in his mouth, which sucked at it greedily. "I've never been fucked, dad. But I need to feel you, feel your dick deep inside me." He got up on his knees and placed his hands under my legs, pushing them back towards my head. "Put your arms around your legs and hold them back for me," he said. I did as he asked and he slipped his hands under my ass, lifting it up to his face and using his thumbs to spread my cheeks. I watched as his tongue thrust between his lips and moved into the channel of my ass. The stubble of his beard was tickling the tender skin along my crack but when his tongue touched my asshole, I forgot completely about that feeling. Electric shock ran through my body as he washed my hole and the surrounding area with his big, wet tongue. I could feel him building up more saliva and when he thought he had enough, he spread it around my quivering hole. Jeremy and I had never done anything like this and my head was swimming. Soon, he stiffened up his tongue and began to probe the opening like a stubby finger. The heat of his mouth and slickness of his spit relaxed my hole and his tongue was starting to slip through. He switched his hands so his fingers were between my ass cheeks and he spread them wider so he could get his mouth closer. His lips closed over my hole and his stiff tongue was plunging in and out of my hole like an anteater looking for food. My upper torso was thrashing around on the bed and, taking this as a sign of my ecstasy; he worked his tongue harder into my hole, wringing gasps of delight from my throat. He lowered my ass down to the bed and leaned over to the nightstand closest to the wall. He opened the drawer and pulled out a small, brown bottle with no label and a black top, which he set on the nightstand. Next came a tall bottle with a rounded top and he laid it on the bed next to his leg, followed by a white hand towel. Closing the drawer and sitting back on his legs, he pulled up the top of the tall bottle. He poured a large dollop of the clear liquid onto the underside of the fingers of his right hand. He dropped the bottle on the bed and, lifting my ass slightly, ran the fingers of his right hand along the crack of my ass. The cold liquid caused me to shiver and he said, "Don't worry, it'll get warm quickly. I promise." He massaged the slippery liquid around the outside of my hole and placed his index finger in the center. "I need to loosen you up so I can fuck you without doing any damage," he informed me and slowly inserted his fat finger into my hole. There was a slight discomfort as he breached my opening but it was gone in an instant. His finger continued to slide into my chute and when it was in to the knuckles of his hand, he began to slide it more quickly in and out. I could feel the ring of my ass gripping his finger as he moved it in and out. He was using a twisting motion at the same time, widening the circle and opening up my anal ring. He stopped for a second and placed another finger against my hole and slid them into my body. He continued this attention until he had all four fingers in my ass and the twisting rhythm of his hand, coupled with the in and out movement, was stretching my hole wider than I had ever thought possible. Satisfied that he had stretched my hole enough to fit his monster cock, he removed his fingers and left me wishing he hadn't stopped. He poured some more lubricant on his fingers and applied it to my ass, reaching inside and spreading it around the lips of my ass. He poured another glob onto his hand and spread it over the length of his dick, smearing it around the base to coat the hairs clinging around it. He poured one last glob into his hand and rubbed it onto the massive head of his cock, making sure to leave a thick layer covering its surface. Inching towards me on his knees, he leveraged my butt on his thighs and placed the head of his cock at my asshole. He inched a little closer; making sure the head of his cock was securely lodged on the outside of my hole. He used the towel to wipe off his hands and reached over to the nightstand and picked up the brown bottle. He twisted off the cap and laid it on the nightstand, covering the top of the bottle with his thumb. "These are poppers," he told me, "and they'll help loosen you up more. I want you to inhale some of this and when you start to rush, I'll slide the head of my dick inside you. Once I've done that, we'll wait until you get used to the stretch and then you'll do another hit so I can feed you the rest of my cock." He placed the mouth of the bottle under one nostril and closed off the other with his thumb. "Take a slow, deep breath, breathe it out and change nostrils. Hold the last breath for as long as you can," he instructed. I slowly pulled the cool, metallic, fumes from the bottle into my lungs, filling them completely and then slowly breathing out. Dad switched nostrils and I took another deep breath. As I was holding this one, my heart started to beat faster and incredible warmth filled my body, radiating from the core of my body to the outer edges. I could feel every nerve in my body and was aware of the feeling that my asshole was expanding. I closed my eyes with the feeling and as I was swimming in the sensation, I felt a pressure on my asshole, followed by a quick flash of pain. I gasped at the pain and the pressure on my hole stopped but I could still feel that it was stretched more than ever before. As the rush subsided, I opened my eyes and looked at Dad. He was looking at me with concern on this face and I said, "I'm all right. It feels like a log is stuck up my ass, but it doesn't hurt anymore. That stuff you had me inhale is amazing." "Do you want to keep going," he asked. "We can stop if you want to." "Oh no," I answered. "This is exactly what I want." "I can tell," he told me. "Your asshole is squeezing my cock like it doesn't want to let go. But I have to warn you that this might make me your daddy instead of just your dad." I didn't understand the meaning of what he had said, but I squeezed my asshole around his cock to tell him I wanted more. He put the bottle under my nose again and I inhaled more deeply than the last time. As I was exhaling the rush was already starting and filled my lungs again. Dad took a long draw on the bottle with one nostril and screwed the top back on, dropping it to the bed. As I was peaking on the drug, I felt the pressure again, this time a long, slow slide of his huge cock into my ass. When I came out of the rush, Dad's legs and balls were resting against my ass and I felt this amazing fullness down there. While pressed against me, he started a circular motion with his dick, widening my hole and churning the big tube around my guts. He lifted my legs and laid them on his hairy shoulders, holding them under the knees. I felt him pulling his dick slowly from my ass, out to the head and then slowly back in. He continued like this, slowly fucking me in and out, eyes closed, savoring the feelings my ass was giving his cock. When he opened his eyes after a few minutes of this slow fuck, he saw me smiling back at him, giving him the unspoken approval to fuck me as he wanted to. On his dick's next retreat from my ass, the head slide out while my asshole stayed open to it. Before it could close, he sank the entire length back into me, rubbing against something deep inside that sent flashes of pleasure through my body. "This is called long-dicking, and it's one of my favorite things," he told me. "I hope you like it, too." I didn't have to say a word, as the look of ecstasy must have told him everything he needed to know. Each time his cock left my asshole, I was left hoping like hell he was going to slide it back in, and each time he did I got lost in the incredible sensations his big dick was creating. Dad continued to long-dick me for a while and then sank the full length of his rod into my ass and held it there. He lifted me up a little more and pushed my legs further down so my ass was sticking up in the air. When he started to fuck me again, he increased the speed of his stroke. Each time he plunged into me, his balls would slap my ass and some part of his cock would hit that button deep inside. He worked up to a constant rhythm, pounding my ass a little harder every few minutes. His strokes were driving me crazy with lust and I could feel the cum in my balls start the upward climb towards release. He must have sensed I was close because he stopped, grinding his crotch against my asshole as if he were trying to get more of his body inside my hot channel. He picked up the poppers, took the top off and offered it to me. I took the bottle from him and took a deep hit through each nostril, handing it back to him. This time he took a long, slow breath with each nostril and put the top back on. He lifted my legs again and started fucking me, slowly at first, then speeding up as his rush took him over. He was pounding my hole, stabbing into me from different angles, and pushing me closer to the edge. Sweat was pouring from his face, and a look of animal lust changed him into the sexiest man I had ever seen. My nuts were boiling and even though I wasn't jacking my dick, I knew I was about to cum. The big dick fucking me was pushing the cum from my balls and the earthquake of my orgasm started. "Daddy, I'm cumming," I screamed, unable to hold it any longer. My first shot of cum flew over my shoulder and hit somewhere behind me. The next few spurts coated the hair on dad's chest and dripped onto mine. My asshole was squeezing the big dick filling my guts and the added pressure must have been the trigger for dad. He threw his head back, cried out, and slammed his cock one last time into my pulsing ass. I could feel his dick expand and the huge spurts of his cum were hitting the walls of my chute like soft bullets. Spasms shuddered through his body and as his shooting cock subsided, he started a slow fuck again. He was using my tightening ass to milk the remaining cum from his cock and even though I could feel it softening, that cock was still sending waves of pleasure throughout me. As his heavy breathing subsided, he pulled his cock out of my hungry ass. I suddenly felt very empty and my eyes filled with tears briefly. He lowered my legs, letting them lie flat on the bed, and covered my body with his again, lips touching mine and tongues swirling gently together. I caressed his back and butt, blowing cool air onto his forehead between kisses and moaning softly in his ear. My cum was smeared all over both of our chests and the smell filled my nose like a funky perfume. Soon, dad rolled onto his side next to me and used his free hand to position me with my back against his chest, and his arms hugging me close. He kissed the back of my neck until his breath slowed to a soft, easy rhythm and I let myself fall asleep, cradled in his big, hairy arms.

Part 10 ; I walked pup on his lead, and guided him to which bowl was where, as he was still blindfolded. Clearly thirsty as he lapped up his Tea in no time. And a very hungry pup as he gobbled his Master fry up, with a side of Son cum, in a flash too. - Someone was a hungry and thirsty pup - Yes Master. I needed that. Thank you very much Master. - You're welcome pup. Good boy. Now for some last minute preparations, for your big moment. First of all, I'm gonna shave your head - What? NO. I love my hair. Please don't! Still on all 4's after eating his breakfast, I got my paddle, took him by his jaw, gobbed in his face and slapped it, then stood over his back with my legs either side of him, and started to flog him, and HARD! He began to whimper. - Sorry Master. I disobeyed you didn't I. I didn't mean to. I'm sorry. Please forgive your loyal pup Master ... * I gave him a couple more HARD thwacks* - You are learning boy, you'll get there, eventually I sat him on a seat, and shaved his head, maneuvering the Blindfold straps at certain points in the cut. Fuck, what a cute little skinhead I now have on my hands! I then prepared for him to have a few enemas, and instructed him to breath deeply through his nose and out with his mouth if he had any cramping. They got rid of a load of shit, making the coast completely clear! ? Now for the final part to his training; I took his Fist Mitts off, and lay him in the sling. I restrained his ankles, but not his wrists. - I am not restraining your wrists as I am allowing you to take hits of poppers as and when you need them. Can Master trust you not to take your blindfold off? - Yes Master, I promise. I will abide by your instructions - Good boy pup I gave him a bottle of poppers. Got myself completely naked, and sat on a stool at the end of the sling. I was immediately super HARD. I opened up his cunT with a speculum so wide that his first hit of poppers was required. I widened the speculum further again. His cunT now completely gaping. I blew my warm breath up his hole, which made him quivver and groan with delight. I then squirted a syringe load of lube inside his cunT, slowly closing the speculum, and release. For the next few hours I used an array of toys on him with plenty of extra lube, going from small to large. He was now opening up very nicely. And now he was even getting into playing with his very sore tits. It was now time for his Masters FFist! I got upto my knuckles. Another hit of poppers, and bam, I was in! Each time I went in I twisted and turned, and punched FFisted him internally. - OH Master, that feels so good, what are you doing down there. - Glad you like it boy, that's your Master's FFist in your cunT! - OH God, it feels so fucking GREAT. Now for his final exam! I got a toothbrush, inserted it inside his cunT, and gave him the good old fashioned brush treatment. - OoowwwCh *Grunt* ... Owwww ... He immediately suppressed his desire to say 'Please stop', and gritted his teeth through his grunts. I could tell he wanted me to stop, but, just a few more minutes of a good decent hard brushing and we'd be done. I took the brush out, and Fuck YEAH, there was blood on it alright! Now it was time to get my toxic slab of Fuck-Meat into his sweet neg cunT. I slid in balls deep, took a hold of the sling chains, and began my final descent into the pits of hell, taking him with me, of course! ?? I immediately took a fast steady rhythm, and fucked him good and solidly for a good half hour, and then, oh dear, I found myself getting close. So, I stopped for a moment. I leaned forward, and took his Blindfold off, so he'd be seeing his Master for the first time, just before the moment I would infecT him. - Oh Master, you are so handsome. It is so good to see what you look like, finally - Thank you pup. I am now about to complete your training, by cumming inside of you, giving you what you want, and what you fucking deserve! That was it, I was ready to blow in the next few minutes. I suddenly went from holding my Death-shaft inside of him completely still, to pounding his cunt hard, and really fucking fast! ~ No mercy! - Oh Fuck pup, I am gonna fucking cum - I don't know if we should be doing this ... *He started to look concerned, and vulnerable* - OH Fuck, I caaaan't STOP ... Only earlier he said he wanted infecTing, and now, doubt had set in. - FUUUUHHHCCCC-Kk ... I caaaan't STOP, I'm cumming, I'm cumming .... The combination of his continuing internal conflict, and his vulnerable expression is all it took to thrust my new sub onto his brand new path in life, and my nasTy toxic weapon throbbed and twitched as it began to expel my highly charged, unmedicated, filthy poz cum As I continued to grunt, I looked at him, and he looked back, simply bewildered? - Oh God, what have I done I was still dealing with the end of my orgasm, so was in no place to answer. Once spent, I rocked my hips, grinding in my very special toxic poz juice, into his bleeding cunT - Oh Yeah, that was fucking HOT! I think what you have done boy, is owned who you really are; A nasTy toxic fuck pig! ☠️

Part 10; Having momentarily gone to the other side of the room, my Master returned. He still had his German army Boots on, put had lost the Leather waistcoat. He was now wearing two different things. A Gas-Mask, AND ... The Oxballs Fido Cock-Sheath, in RED! This Monster had a total of 8" insert-able length, and a Girth that ranged between 5.5" to 7.5" along the shaft. He slowly deflated the inflatable Dildo that had been buried deep inside my cunT now for I don't know how long, and placed the tip of the Cock-Sheath about an inch past my battered swollen cunT-lips. He took hold of my Harness, and slowly pushed in almost all the way. He then very slowly pulled almost all the way out. He fucked me like this, deep, and slow, completely stuffing my cunT. I was watching him in the mirror, and noticed he was looking down at his new dog shaft taking me how he wanted. He was grunting and growling inside his Gas-Mask, so I knew he was getting off on stretching my cunT to it's now new capaciTy. Then the Basement door opened, and down came Pete. And started talking, as my Dark Master continued to plow my now as of moments ago, POZ cunT! - Hey Jim mate. Been chatting to several guys online. We so far have 5 unmedicated poz fuckers coming over, 2 Tops, and 3 Versatile. Plus this cute neg twink who has fantasized the whole time whilst he was at Uni about being knocked up responded to the 'pozzing parTy' headline on my profile. He just moved to our City for his first job. I told him he has to be 100% certain this is what he wants, because once your front door closes behind him, He will not be allowed to leave. By the way, here is your phone, it's been pinging like a maniac with IM's coming through. - That sounds good Pete. Just put my phone down there. - How is my boy? *Pete quizzed* - My cunT is completely stuffed, and very sore. I'm happy! - OI, we forgetting something, it's 'Master' to you - I'm sorry, it is no longer possible to address you as Master anymore - What stupid game are you playing FAGGOT? My Dark Master let his huge Dog Dick release from my cunT, on what was the final out stroke for a small moment. He pushed me to the mattress so I was lying on my front, got my legs spread as wide as possible, lifted up my hips so my sweet 'Dark Master POZ ASS' was ready for the taking, put the tip of the Fido Cock-Sheath at my cunT and slid in, and as he did he lay right on top of me, which FORCED his Dog Dick to fully penetrated me, and the tip was now stabbing the end of my rectum .... - OOOHHHH FUUUUUUUUUHCC-Ck, Oh My GooHHd *My Master sure now had me grunting like the filthy little toxic pig that I am* - What the FUCK is going on here? *Quizzed my former Master, Pete* My Master just ignored him and began to impale my nasTy cunT with very short yet powerful aggressive thrusts, each one stabbing the end of my rectum and causing me to grunt. He took off his Gas-Mask, and propped up his torso by lifting up with his hands and forearms. He looked at Pete, saying nothing, just contorting his face, and snarling, whilst he continued to stab with his new Dog Dick. I could see this in the mirror, and, it was fucking HOT! ... He then stopped; - Pete, I now OWN this toxic fuck pig here - Well, I knocked him up, so, really, I'm his Master, his owner - That's not entirely accurate, as I can assure you, I am the one who knocked him up only moments ago - You could have only achieved that if you Bloo... Aaaaaah, I see. I get it now. I thought we were gonna slam him at the same time? - Well, yeah, that was the original plan. BUT, when I had his Beautiful neg cunt wrapped tightly around my nasTy fully blown Diseased DeaTh-sTick over your car bonnet, I knew then, it had to be me that became his rightful owner of this sexy filthy Fag-Pig-Dog! My Dark Master climbed off of me, and stood up. Pete leaned in and shook his hand; - Nice one Jim mate. You have proven yourself that between two nasTy dominanT dudes, you are the true ALPHA. He's yours!! ... Check your IM's. Must be about the pozzing parTy, I bet - Let's see. Aaaaaaah, yes ... So, out of the 97 unmedicated toxic pigs in the group, 23 have confirmed they'll be coming. Add that to the 5 Pete has found, that's 28 extra toxic loads you're gonna take tonight, pig My former Master Pete knelt down behind me, lifted me back onto all 4's, and stuck his toxic Fuck-weapon back in my poz cunT, and immediately fucked me like he hated me! - Oh Fuck YEAH, you nasTy FAGGOT. What was only this morning a tight neg cunT, is now loose, and POZ! ... You are one fucking nasTy pig! - Thank you Sir. Please cum in me again. PLEASE cum in me. He gave several hate thrusts, then withdrew, and knelt before my face ... - I enjoyed cumming in you earlier boy, when I thought I was knocking you up. But, I must save my toxic cum for the new neg twink that is on his way. And this time, I'll be making sure that he remains MINE. He then spat on and slapped my face. And looking deep into my eyes via his executioners hood, he smirked, and said; - You fucking nasTy AIDS whore! ... Jim, I'm going back upstairs for another Lager, and to see if we get any more bites, and I shall take your phone upstairs, so, there is signal for IM's to come through. - OK. Thanks Pete. The Basement Door closed, and my Dark Master came back over from his current transformation. Still with his German army Boots, and HUGE Fido Cock-Sheath, he was now also wearing; 'Devil Claws', Red latex gloves with Monster textured skin, covering his hands and forearms with sharp claws. Plus, he was now wearing a really scary looking 'Noble Were Wolf' Mask. He knelt behind me, and penetrated my sexy nasTy cunT. Unlike last time where he held onto my Harness, and very slowly slid all the way in and out, this time he instead held onto my waist and commenced a decent fuck rhythm! I looked in the mirror, and all I could see was this scary Monster and his wasted AIDS ass darting in and out, stretching my newly infecTed cunT ☣️☠️??

Nothing beats good ole Doggystyle. Face down ass up is just a beautiful thing.

So the guy I was talking about coming over (mr Safer Only that finally went bare) came by and pounded a load into my ass. This guy has a beercan thick cock and damn did it feel good. I don't know who has the bigger dick, guy 1 or 2. One isn't quite as thick but is definitely longer. Guy two is definitely thick, and when he was lying in the bed I realized his cock is pretty damned long too. My ass is nice and squishy now!

The second post is here. * * * I had awakened a couple of times during the night, conscious of the fact that dad and I never did make it to dinner to celebrate my birthday. The fierce pounding he had given my ass, coupled with the intense orgasm he had wrung from my body, was birthday present enough for me. Once I opened my eyes to find dad rolled away from me on the king size bed, so I moved over and put my arms around his hairy chest and curled up along his back, snuggling into his dark fur. What woke me this time was the feeling of a fat finger probing my asshole, twisting a little to get past the ring of muscle into the hot cavity beyond. I lay on my side, not daring to move, feeling his finger twist a little inside me and scooping some of his cum from last night out of my ass. He spread the cum around my hole, lubricating it and making it easier for him to dig in and get a little more. I had a pretty good idea of what dad was planning and it didn't take too long before he proved me right. I soon felt the broad head of his cock against my hole, and a slight pressure as he lodged it there. Dad reached an arm around me, placing his hand firmly on my crotch, just above my stiffening dick. With pressure from his hand and from behind, he sank the entire length of his long, thick cock through my already stretched ass ring and into my well-fucked chute. There was a quick flash of pain that went away immediately, and I was wide-awake as I felt him filling me with hot dick. Still lying on our sides, dad started fucking me slowly. The alternating fullness and emptiness of my ass chute was working the same magic on my body as the night before. I twisted my head up to watch that huge cock as it worked its way in and out of my ass. Dad bent over and placed his lips on mine; pressing his tongue into my mouth and then sucking mine back into his. We kissed as long as the awkward position would allow and then he pulled his head back. He shoved the whole length of his dick into my ass and rolled the both of us over until he was lying on top of my back, my face pressed into the pillow. He pushed his body up to the full extension of his arms above me and spread my legs with his. This made his dick sink even deeper into my ass and I felt the head lodge itself further up inside me. I lifted my ass and tried to get more dick inside me, but his pubes were already rubbing my sensitive hole and there was nothing more to take. Dad started fucking me with long, slow strokes and I could see his face, eyes closed and a smile of bliss crossed his lips. As his fucking got more intense, I pushed my ass up to meet his downward stroke, and clenched my hole as his monster cock pulled out. He must have enjoyed my participation because moans of pleasure escaped him, and I was jacking my dick against the sheets. After a couple of minutes, his breath started to hiss from between his teeth and suddenly he plunged one last time into my chute, a cry of agony filling the bedroom. His dick continued a series of short, stabbing movements, as though he was trying to get both his cock and his balls inside my hot ass. Soon, his body relaxed against mine and I felt his softening rod slowly pulled from the depths of my bowels. Dad sat back on his legs and lifted me up, turning me around and laying me back against the headboard. My dick had leaked a flood of juice onto the sheets and it felt sticky and slick under my butt. He took my cock into his hot mouth and began to suck like it was the last one he'd ever see. The swirling of his tongue on my sensitive cock head and the warmth of his mouth was pulling the cum up from my balls. It didn't take long before I was arching my back and feeling the first waves of orgasm hit me. My dick started shooting ropes of cum into the back of his throat and dad was swallowing it in loud gulps. As the final spasms subsided from my dick, he let it slide from his lips and looked into my face, an expression of supreme satisfaction lighting his eyes. He covered my lips with his and as our tongues met, I could taste traces of my cum which still coated his tongue. We kissed for a little while, as I ran my hands over his hairy shoulders and tweaked his nipples occasionally. When our mouths parted, he sat back and crossed his legs in front of himself, hands at his side to steady his body. "Nothing I like better first thing in the morning," he said, "than a hot ass to fuck and a mouth full of tangy cum. Best way I know to start your day." I could only smile back at him at this point, my whole body drained, wondering if I was going to be able to move at all later. Dad's face suddenly got the question mark look as he was looking at me, and he asked, "Jake, tell me how you figured out you were gay. I want to hear what happened and what you've been doing about it since then." I pulled up my legs and crossed them in front of myself. We sat on the bed, holding hands and looking at each other's face as I told him about my experiences to date. My best friend is named Jeremy, and we became buddies during my first year at this school. Jeremy lives a couple of blocks away from dad and I, and we like to spend time together kicking around after school and weekends. Jeremy is the same height and weight as I, but he's blond with green eyes and has a wicked sense of humor. We've gotten into a lot of trouble over the years for laughing and telling jokes at the wrong time, but there isn't anything we wouldn't do for each other. Jeremy is a natural athlete and gets a lot of the kudos for his performance on the football and baseball teams. The two of us are always cutting up in the locker room after gym class or practice, snapping towels at each other and the other guys, or pulling gags on some of the younger guys. It was after the disastrous football playoff game that our friendship took an entirely different turn. It was down to the last two top-rated schools for the championship and we lost to Garfield by a measly two points. Nobody on the team was in any mood to celebrate, but Bobby Trent's parents were out of town and he was having one of his famous keggers at his house. By the time we got there after showering, some of the kids were already smashed and acting really goofy. Jeremy and I got a couple of glasses of beer and wandered around the party, commiserating with our teammates and trying to answer the question of what happened during the game. Neither of us had a steady girlfriend, although we had been dating a couple of the cheering squad for a few months, we didn't have any dates for this party. Jeremy and I had polished off a couple more beers when Bobby Trent laid a joint on us. "Pretty good stuff, " Bobby said, "my brother brought it back from college in Berkeley and it's guaranteed to do the trick." We went out back of the house to the cabana by the pool and found a spare bedroom unoccupied. We sat down side-by-side on the bed, lit the joint and each took a big toke, holding the sweet smoke in our lungs until our faces started to turn red. I felt that first rush build up behind my eyes, thinking they'd turned beet red already, and took the joint from Jeremy for another hit. We smoked about half the joint and put the roach in an ashtray on the nightstand. We both sat there looking at the wall opposite where we were sitting, feeling the marijuana numb our brains, hands, and feet. "Jesus," exhaled Jeremy, "that shit is strong." All I could do nod in agreement, being at a complete loss for words. I felt this wave of a rush flood through my body and, putting my hands behind my head, slumped slowly backward onto the bed. Jeremy followed suit and the two of us lay there, staring at the ceiling and listening to the noise from the party, which now seemed to be coming through a tunnel. After laying there for what seemed like hours but was really only about fifteen minutes, Jeremy propped himself up on an elbow and lay there looking at me. From the corner of my eye, I could see him watching me as a little smile crept onto his face. Jeremy moved his free hand to the side of my face and turned it to look in his direction. At the same time, he leaned over and placed his lips against mine, pressing hard and pushing his tongue between his lips, and into my mouth. After a brief hesitation, my reflexes slowed by the pot and shock, I pulled away and propped myself up on an elbow. "What was that," I asked a little angrily, my mouth dry with cottonmouth. "I've wanted to do that for years," Jeremy said, his green eyes sparkling a little despite the glaze from the pot. "I've been wanting to kiss you for a long time, but never had the nerve before," he confessed. He lay there looking into my eyes, his hand still touching the side of my face, a finger drawing a line along the curve of my jaw. "You are so handsome and sexy, and I just couldn't stop myself from trying to see if you might feel the same about me," he sighed in a low, breathy voice. Jeremy's face began to inch toward mine again, his lips parted in anticipation, his eyes questioning mine. I don't really know why, but I moved my head in his direction and met his lips with mine. Jeremy began to kiss me urgently, his tongue pressing into my mouth and flicking across the curve of my lips. The warmth of his tongue began to fill my mouth and I returned his advance with my own tongue, searching the hot wetness of his mouth. We took turns sucking each other's tongue into our mouths, feeling the warmth spread down our bodies and settle into our crotches. My dick started to swell and push against my under shorts. I put my hand behind his ass and pulled his body against mine, feeling the hardness of his dick against mine. "This shouldn't feel so good," I thought, but I didn't want to stop as Jeremy began to moan into my mouth and move his tongue more urgently in and out of it. After a couple of minutes of hot, wet kissing, Jeremy rolled on top of me and pinned my arms back against the bed, continuing his probing of my mouth with his burning tongue. He lifted himself up and let go of my arms long enough to pull my tee shirt out of my pants and up over my head. He tossed the shirt on the floor and returned his mouth to mine with a renewed energy. Soon, he was licking my neck under the side of my chin, pressing his tongue into my flesh and sucking lightly on my neck. His hands began to caress my arms and move slowly to my armpits, while his dick ground against mine. Jeremy continued his licking and sucking until his mouth located my left nipple. He ran his tongue wetly around the tender flesh of my tit and nipped the fleshy nub lightly with his teeth. Shocks of pleasure shot through my body and each little bite on my nipple caused my cock to pulse in agreement. The first moan escaped my throat as he moved to the other nipple and began giving it the same treatment. His hand slid down between our bodies and stopped on top of my dick, beginning a slow, up and down rubbing on the outside of my jeans. My lengthening dick was pushing my cock head through the waistband of my shorts, the first drop of precum widening the slit as it sought escape from my engorged tube. Jeremy continued the assault on each nipple, alternating his attention from one to the other, the nibbling getting a little harder each time. Soon, his teeth started to chew a little harder on each nub, causing my back to arch upward and pressing my cock into his crotch in ever increasing waves of pleasure. Jeremy stopped chewing on my nipples long enough to cross the room to lock the bedroom door and remove his own shirt. When he returned to the bed, he laid back down on me, gave me a wicked little smile and a wink, before starting his assault on my mouth and tits again. My hands left my sides and began stroking his back, pulling him tightly against me. As we kissed, I ran my hands through his hair and held his head, trying to pull his tongue to the back of my throat with my mouth. His moans and mine were gathering in intensity as he continued working on my tits, and then he slowly pulled himself off me again, that wicked smile getting wider on his beautiful face. He looked down at my crotch and moved his hands to the top button of my jeans. In one swift motion, he pulled open the fly of my 501's, exposing my underwear with my thick dick poking its head out the waistband. A pool of precum had formed on my stomach and as he started to pull my jeans and shorts down my thighs, a glistening thread appeared between my cock head and the puddle on my stomach. Jeremy pushed my jeans and shorts down to my boots and kneeled on the floor in front of me. He looked at me with that beautiful smile and I took each of his nipples between my fingers and thumbs and gave them a gentle squeeze. His head lolled back as I applied more pressure to his nubs and his eyes closed while his mouth opened in pure pleasure. After a few seconds, his lust filled gaze returned to mine and then he bent his head down to my raging hard-on. His tongue flicked out of his mouth and lapped at the growing jewel of precum at the slit of my cock. He licked the drop of precum like a kid might lick an ice cream cone, and he followed the glistening thread of it to my stomach, where he licked the puddle, leaving a wide, wet smear along the line of hair from my navel to my crotch. Jeremy moved his head back from my stomach and encircled the head of my cock with his hot, moist mouth. The breath froze in my chest as an incredible heat from his mouth surrounded my dick and his tongue began to swirl around the sensitive head. His mouth began a gentle suction and I could feel the precum that filled my tube being pulled onto his hot tongue. The feeling coming from my dick, along with the buzz from the beer and pot, was filling my head and I could sense a heat building in my balls that I'd never felt before. Jeremy used one of his hands to hold the base of my cock, as his mouth and tongue swirled lower and lower on my pulsing rod. Soon, he used his hand to cup my balls and pull them gently lower, causing my dick to bend towards the floor. The angle of my dick allowed him to suck more of it into his mouth and I felt the head of my dick enter the back of his throat. Soon his lips were all the way down to my pubes and the head of my dick was being massaged by the walls of his throat. He began to pull his head back, sucking my dick and swirling his tongue until he reached the bulb of my cock head, and then starting back down again. He continued to move his mouth up and down my cock, getting into a rhythm that sent waves of ecstasy through my flesh. His one hand continued to massage my balls while his other hand gripped a nipple and worked on the tender nub. He timed it so the pressure on my nipple coincided with the pressure on my cock head as it entered his throat, and I started to feel the fluids in my nuts move against the squeezing of his hand towards the outside of my body. My breath started coming in ragged gasps and I knew I was going to cum soon. Jeremy must have known I was close because my balls were pulling up and he began making encouraging moans, which only added to the sensations coming from my cock. As much as I wanted this feeling to go on forever, I was powerless to stop the need to cum. My cock head expanded and the first spasm started at the base of my brain and ended with the spurt of cum shooting through my dick into the hot mouth at the other end. With each spurt of cum, my cock head became more and more sensitive, but Jeremy didn't stop the sucking and swirling of his tongue as my nuts emptied themselves into his mouth. He was swallowing as quickly as possible, but some of my cum escaped from the corners of his mouth and ran down my shaft. My dick was so sensitive now that I couldn't take it anymore and I pulled his head off my cock. Jeremy didn't want to stop and kept trying to engulf my dick again and lick all the cum from the shaft. I was gasping and panting, and thought the top of my head was going to blow out through the roof of the bedroom, but he slowed the attack on my cock and started gently licking my balls and the underside of my dick, milking some dribbles of cum onto his tongue and licking his lips in appreciation. I was almost bent in half, watching him lavish attention on my cock and balls when he suddenly pushed me back onto the bed. He quickly pulled his jeans and shorts off and threw them onto the floor. He crawled over me, placing one knee on either side of my waist and sat down on my softening dick. Jeremy grabbed his long, thick cock with his right hand and began to pump it up and down, steadying himself with a hand on my chest. I reached up and grabbed both his nipples in my fingers and squeezed in time with his pumping. His cock was leaking so much precum that the whole length was shiny and slick and made his jacking hand blur with the motion. A few seconds later, his body tensed, a long gasp escaped his throat, and ropes of thick cum flew from the slit in his cock head. One of the strands hit me on the chin and I wiped it into my mouth to taste it. It was salty and sweet at the same time and I knew I would want to taste, and feel, his whole load sometime. The rest of his cum flew all over my chest, matting the hair in clumps and leaving little hot spots that began cooling quickly. Jeremy's hand stopped moving and little shivers coursed through his body. He bent over slowly; eyes still closed and moved his mouth to mine, giving me warm, little kisses, and moving gently over my face, his butterfly lips briefly touching mine. After a few minutes of lying exhausted on the bed, Jeremy got up and went into the adjoining bathroom. I heard the water running in the sink and he came back with a warm, damp washcloth. He sponged the cum on my chest with the cloth and used it to wipe both dicks. He returned to the bathroom to rinse out the washcloth and when he came back, he picked up his clothes and started to get dressed. I threw my clothes on and before we unlocked the bedroom door, we stood hugging and kissing each other for a few more minutes. Jeremy thought it best to leave the party at this point and we were both silent during the ride back to my house. As we sat in front of my house, my head was filled with all kinds of thoughts and emotions. I finally broke the silence by saying, "Jeremy, what happened tonight was just a result of the booze and pot, right?" Even as I said it, I knew that wasn't the reason, but he answered, "Yeah, that's right. Just the booze and pot, and your sexy smile." He was smiling at me and if we hadn't been sitting in my driveway, I would have kissed him again. "I'll see you at school on Monday," I said, and got out of the car, heading for my front door. But that wasn't the last time. Once we'd crossed that line, Jeremy and I found lots of excuses to spend more time exploring each other's bodies and sucking each other's dicks. I told dad about the time we stayed late at school, playing basketball and then sucking each other off in the shower afterwards. Hardly a week had gone by since that first night that we didn't play around two or three times a week, each time trying new tricks to increase the pleasure we were giving each other. When I finished telling my dad about Jeremy and me, the effect it had on him was very evident. His huge dick was hard as a rock and pointing up out of his lap, oozing juice that ran down the thick vein along the back. I reached over and smeared the precum over the head of his cock, watching his eyes close with the feeling. I leaned over and took the purple head in my mouth and started sucking my way down the shaft. I cupped his balls in my hand and kneaded the organs inside his hairy sack. This time, I was able to get more of his dick into my throat, each time forcing a little more of it beyond my gag point. As my lips got closer to the base and I felt more of it swelling my throat, I was able to fight my gag reflex and started to really get a rhythm going, fucking my own mouth on my dad's cock. Dad shifted around so he was lying on the bed and pulled my dick over to his face. I lay on my side facing his dick and resumed sucking it. As he was licking and sucking my dick, I attacked his monster with a vengeance. With my mouth and throat at this angle, his cock was easier to swallow and before I knew, my nose was pressed into his ball sack. We continued like this for a few minutes, the room filled with the sounds of slurping and sucking, until he pulled off my dick and eased my head away from his crotch. Dad rolled onto his back and reached over to the nightstand for the poppers. "Squat over me and sit down on my dick," he said. I positioned the head of his cock at my asshole and got it lodged there, waiting to enter my hot tunnel. He handed me the poppers and I took two deep breaths and handed it back to him. As the rush roared through my body, I sat down hard on his cock and ground my asshole against his pubes. While the buzz still had control over me, I rose up to the top of his dick and rode it back down, over and over. The feeling of this man's cock filling me completely was all I needed. "Fuck my ass, Daddy, fuck it good," I moaned. My lust took over and I began to fuck myself harder by bouncing up and down on that thick dick, feeling it stretch my hole and punch deep inside. Dad put his hands under my ass to help with my efforts, his thick biceps bulging with strain. I continued to fuck myself on his dick and then he stopped me, forcing his cock deep into my ass. He rolled the two of over until I was on my back, his cock still seated deeply. He pulled my legs onto his hairy shoulders, resuming the fucking I needed so badly, his balls slapping against my butt and his huge cock stirring my guts. Every thrust of his powerful dick was punching that button inside my chute and I knew it wasn't going to be long before I was shooting another load. I grabbed my dick and started jacking it in time to dad's thrusts, the liquid in my balls churning for the surface. Dad was still fucking me like a man possessed when my orgasm hit me. Cum flew everywhere from my jacking dick and a strangled cry tore from my throat, one I could barely hear above the slapping of his body and mine. As my dick stopped shooting cum, dad quit fucking me and pulled his dick out of my ass. He dropped my legs and grabbed his cock, jacking it furiously. With a beastly growl, he threw back his head and cum started flying from his cock head. Thick strands of cum shot across my chest and dribbled down his hand. Huge shudders tore through his body and his hand kept jacking, milking every drop of cum from his balls. Seconds later, he collapsed on top of me, smearing the cum on both of us, his chest barely able to contain his pounding heart. After lying together for several minutes, dad propped himself up on an elbow and said, "Son, I'd like to show you many different aspects of gay life, if you'll let me." "Oh dad, that would be great," I replied. He looked at me with a dirty leer and smiled. "And there's lots of gorgeous men out there who would love a chance to play with you," he continued. "I've already been planning a few things that I think you'll really enjoy." Dad suddenly got that look you get when you've forgotten something and jumped out of bed, running over to his dresser. He grabbed something off the top and threw it over to me. My hand flew up and caught it in midair. It was a set of keys and as I looked at them, not knowing what to say, he said, "In all the excitement of the last 18 hours, I forgot to give you your birthday present. It's down in the garage and I hope you like it." "I'm sure I will," I said, grinning from ear to ear.

Part 9; - Morning Dad - Morning Son - Sleep well? - Yeah, BUT feeling horny as fuck. Wanna have another fuck with your pup before I leave - He's all yours Son. Fancy one of your Old Man's famous big old English fry ups before you go? - Yes please Dad - Fetch me the 2 Dog bowls will ya when we get up - Sure I got up, and dressed, and I set about making my wonderful Son, and I something I have done for the family since they were knee high, my famous fry up. There was the usual; Waffles, Tomatoes, Bacon, Sausages, Eggs, Black Pudding, Baked Beans, Liver, Onions, and Mushrooms! But, I am not completely heartless, I made enough for pup too. After-all, he will need all the energy he can get. Son walked in with the Dog bowls. - How is the pup? - Still asleep. I crept in. Hoping to Fuck him again having just woken him. His Piss bag is looking pretty full too. We just looked at each other and communicated with our usual Dad-Son telepathy. I made us a pot of Tea, and we sat down for a well earned Hot Brekkie. - BELCH; That was Delicious Dad. Thank you. - Good boy Son. I look forward to the day the pup upstairs has your level of manners I chopped up the pup's food, and put it in his bowl. His water bowl I filled with Tea. - If he doesn't like his Tea with Milk and Sugar, then tough, because that is how he is getting it! Give me a hand taking this upstairs Son - Oh and Dad, his Breakfast looks like it is missing a vital ingredient! - What? - My CUM! So when I am about to cum, put the bowl underneath my Dick, and let me blow my load over his Fry-up - Son, you're a filthy boy; Your old Dad taught you well! He took up the bowls of fry-up dog food, and tea, whilst I got a bucket, and fetched pup's pissed sodden clothes from the porch, that had lay there since yesterday, all crumpled, and smelly, and I followed. - WAKEY WAKEY Pup, today is your BIG day! - Eeeeehh, whhhhaaaa *Grooooan* ... I'm sleepy I got him out of his cage, and got him to stand on the mattress, standing, with paws against the wall. I opened the valve to the catheter bag, and let his piss stream into the bucket with his clothes. My Son didn't undress this time, stayed fully clothed, just pulling his trackies down to his ankles, yanking out the Beagle Puppy tail throwing it to the Mattress, and again, slammed in with no lube - OoowwCH, that hurts, I've just woken up, PLEASE STOP *He started to whimper, and cry* - SHUT up FAGGOT *My Son barked* He power fucked him for several minutes without stopping, the entire time the pup cried and whimpered, and begged him to stop. He then looked at me. - Fuck, I'm gonna Cum Dad, I'm gonna Cum, fuck, quick ... I quickly got pup's breakfast, and my Son pulled out, and stroked his Meat, and he grunted each time he ejaculated all over it. Even though he came, TWICE, lastnight, it was still a considerable healthy load! - OH Fuck Son, that is HOT I mixed his cum into pup's breakfast with a spoon, kissed him on the lips as a sign of my appreciation in adding his own creativity to his old Mans classic Brekkie dish. He pulled his trackies up. Kissed me back on my lips, then left for his day. I got my Leather paddle, and started to flog the disobedient cunt! - You ungrateful Bastard. My Son was kind enough to give you a wake up treat, and all you can do is cry, complain, and sniffle. I will yet TEACH you to be grateful for everything that you are given. Under-Fuckin-Stood? - Sorry Master. I will get used to all of this. I promise. A few more minutes of HARD flogging ensued! I then pulled my trackies down, and like my Son, stuck my Dick in, no lube, fully dressed. I wrapped my arms around him, my hands brushing against the clothes pegs still on his nipples. I slowly ground in my aching toxic fuck-weapon into his still currently neg cunt, and whispered; - So you promise to accept EVERYTHING that Master throws at you and gives to you do you boy? - YES Master - And no more whining or complaining? - No Master I took the clothes pegs off from his nipples, which had been there a good 16 hours or so. The skin had broken, and they were weeping, and very sore as I found out when I went to gently squeeze them. He yelped in pain. Let's put these promises of his to the test then, shall we. I squeezed tighter. He yelped again, with a strained muffle to stop himself from saying 'please stop'. I squeezed tighter again, and started to twist them. This time, no yelp. just pained muffles to hide his excruciating pain, and not complain. His whole body tensed to keep himself quiet, including his cunt, which I felt grip tightly around my nasty poz bare shaft. Fuck YEAH. I squeezed even harder and twisting faster, leaving him no choice but to tense up further still, with his cunt now gripping my AIDS Dick super tightly as it contracted in quick succession. He then just couldn't take it any longer and let out an almighty scream and started crying. This release helped him to loosen a little. - You enjoying yourself boy - Yes Master *He said through his nipple play cries and whimpers* - You still completely ready for Master to infecT you? - Yes Master. I want it. I am ready. Give me your gift for which I will be truly grateful for. - Well, you are gonna have to wait a little while longer, because breakfast is ready!

Part 9; - Now listen up pig; I started an IM group sometime ago for unmedicated poz tops, and versatile Men for guys in our City, and neighbouring Counties. Whenever a neg twink presents himself wanting to be pozzed, we alert the group for a pozzing parTy, for which I have just done for you, boy! There are 97 highly charged Men currently in the group, so, expect to be loaded real good tonight! I looked up at this AIDS stud, and I simply rocked my hips, panted, and groaned with a deep intensity in my soul! - Pete is upstairs on my computer, logged into his various profiles, searching out more unmedicated poz tops for your pozzing parTy boy, and maybe the odd bug chasing twink too if he finds any ... Now, the first person to infecT you, is your Master for life. And I am not happy with it being Pete. You are my cunT, and you know it, don't you boy? - Oh FUCK ... YES I do Master! - His toxic cum inside your cunT will take at least a few days to do it's job. Which is why, I am right now going to give you are first blood-slam boy, which will have an immediate effect, and CONTROL will pass directly over to me. You will no longer be allowed to call Pete Master, and may only address him as 'Sir'. I will then OWN you, and you will always call me Master. I will be the one that actually infecTed you! By now I was rubbing my neg Dick, and playing with my gaping neg cunT flaps, and heavily panting. The entire time he had been talking he had been milking his perineum, which now had a decent amount of Gonnorhoea pus oozing out. - I want you to open your mouth, and I am going to smear this over your lips. You must not lick it off, and may only close your mouth when I say. Now OPEN! I did as I was told, and he knelt by my head, and smeared his toxic pus over my lips as he had just promised. I gazed deep into his eyes through his executioners hood. He then got up, put a tourniquet on my arm, then a pillow underneath, and went and sat against a wall, a drew his own blood. He walked back over, knelt by me. It really was time! He placed the needle by my arm. - You may close your mouth now boy. Now make a Fist, and keep very still. Sharp scratch coming up ... The needle was in! He looked deep into my eyes, and bored right through to my soul. He looked extremely serious. I was still panting, and now smiling at him. - Now boy, I want you to look at the syringe, and I want you to watch me pushing it in! We both focused ... He slowly pushed ... Slowly his toxic DNA entered my vein. My cunT began to frantically grip the dildo that was still shoved right inside of hungry cunT. He pushed in the last bit, out came the needle, and he pressed on my puncture site. He ripped off his executioners hood, and gave me a dark sinister stare. He then growled; - You are now MINE ~ You will now serve me, and ONLY me! - YES my Master ~ I now completely submit to your Commands & Desires, and will forever OBEY you! - Good boy. - GET on all 4's pig, and again parallel to the mirrored wall - YES my Master - Well look at my Greedy nasTy pig, swallowing the entire Dildo He went to the other side of the room ...

Part 2. "Face down, ass up." John didn't say much when we got to his townhouse on the east side of town. I'd never gone home with a stranger, and as he led me to his bedroom, I tried to take in as much as I could. White linen furniture, industrial high ceilings, and brushed copper accents all over a large townhouse that had a new paint smell. "Strip." He watched me as I nervously took my clothes off. Fuck, why does this belt always get stuck. Impatiently, John pushed me on the bed, ripped my pants off, and spread my legs, launching his tongue deep into my ass. Fuck that feels good, I thought. Thank god I prepared for this. From kissing John earlier, I knew his tongue was longer than most. It's what I first recognized. I could almost feel his tongue diving down my throat. And now his tongue was deeper in my ass than any tongue had ever been. Hell, it felt deeper than some of the pencil dick college boys I've messed around with. Slowly swirling around the outside of my ass, then plunging in as deep as he could go. I buried my head in the egyptian pillow in front of me, grabbed on to the soft tufted headboard, and enjoyed the cool breeze from the fan above as his tongue invaded my very tight hole. I felt like I might cum. I reached around to grab my cock, and he swatted my hand away. "You can touch your cock once I'm inside you. Not until then," he commanded. John flipped me over on my back, took off my shirt, then took off his clothes. I felt my ass muscles contract from the cool air as my eyes locked on those massive, plump pecs, lightly covered with a thin layer of dark hair -- that designer chest hair you see in magazines, where it all lays perfectly in the right direction. Looking up at this muscle daddy on top of me, I knew then and there, I'd give him anything he wanted. "You're so beautiful", John said to me, as he slowly kissed my face, my neck, and nibbled ever so slightly on my ears, while I wrapped my arms and legs around his dominating back and tout waist. His long, thick cock gently teasing my hole. I'd never had a bare cock in my ass. And I got nervous as I felt his mushroom head starting to invade my hole. "I'll put on a condom later, but baby I've gotta feel that velvet smooth ass of yours first," he whispered in my ear, causing me to flinch when he gently rubbed his stubble against the sensitive part of my ear. We locked eyes, and inch by inch, John slowly slid his 9" cock into me. I winced in pain a few times, and he slowly leaned down and tugged on my nipples with his teeth and wet mouth. His cock was big -- bigger than I'd ever taken -- and thick. I knew tomorrow, I'd be sore. I finally felt his meaty balls and the bristly hair around his cock press flush against my very full ass. He kissed me, and gently started thrusting in an out. "Feel good?" he asked. "Yes." I reponded. "Yes, what?" He commanded. "Yes, sir," I said. "Call me daddy," John said, giving me a sexy half smile and quickly pulling his cock out to the tip and thrusting it all the way in. "Fuck, daddy," I winced in pain, but it quickly turned to pleasure. John fucked me like I'd never been fucked before. Why did it feel so good? Was it because I'd never had a raw cock in my ass? or was it because of him? I knew later this would be on my mind, among other things. Hard and fast, John mounted me on my stomach, not letting me touch myself. He then pulled me on my knees so that his chest was pressed against the middle of my back. The arch of his cock rubbing right against prostate. He held my stomach, kissed my ear, and in a slow rhythm, my ass fully accepted his cock as a welcome visitor. "You want to cum? You've got to work for it," John said as he spun me around and pulled me onto his lap. Up until this point, I'd forgotten all about a condom. Then I panicked a little. "Should you put on a condom?" I nervously asked. "Do you want me to?" John replied. I paused, I looked down at that beautiful long cock. I slowly moved my eyes up to his pecs, and that stubbly face, and his bald head, and then his deep blue eyes. I wrapped my arms around his neck and slowly got on top of him, and slid down his bare cock all the way to the base. "Good boy," John said. I rode him for a few minutes. I was getting close, and I hadn't even touched myself. I was getting close to losing control, when John reached down, grabbed my cock, and jerk it violently. "Cum for me baby boy," John said. I coated his chest in cum, splattering semen all of his pics and chin. "Lick it up," John said. I did -- slowly slurping up the quickly cooling cum from his chest -- and then his chin. Before I could swallow, John kissed me, and his stretched tongue once again invaded my mouth and throat, like he was trying to steal the cum away from me. I felt his cock pulse inside my slightly sore ass, but I wasn't sure if he had cum. John flipped me on my back, grabbed my ankles, and slammed his cock into me. He was no longer fucking me, he was pounding my ass. Relentlessly. Quickly. Owning my hole. The soreness I felt was quickly fleeting, and within 30 seconds, my cock was rock hard again. "You want my cum?" John asked. "Fuck yea, daddy." I said. "Where?" John asked. I didn't know what to say. I'd never had a bare cock, let alone cum in my ass. Did he want to cum inside me? Where else would he want to? Would it be safe? Could a man this beautiful have any wrong intentions? "Tell me you want daddy to breed that boy hole," John said, before I could respond to his first question. I tossed inhibitions to the wind. "Fuck yea, breed my daddy. I want that load deep in my ass." John flashed that sexy grin, then a few second later, I saw his sweaty pecs tense up, and I knew he was about to cum, I was about to get my first load in my ass. But right before he shot, John abruptly pulled out of my ass and sprayed cum, and I mean a lot of fucking cum, all over my chest. Some of it even hit my face and my nose. Fuck, that was hot. Fuck, I wanted that inside me. Fuck, why did he pull out? I was too scared to ask.

Part 5; Sex is not normally allowed in the shower area, but an incredible show was just about to be put on, so, I am sure the rules could be bent on this one occasion! We got to the shower area, and there were two showers free. We took the end one, where I at his command held onto the bit that held the shower head that was firmly in the wall. Some guys were showering, some were drying, and some were passing through to get to another part of the sauna. His voice boomed out; - May I have your attention please my fellow good Men? I am HIV+, I have the strain that I first became infected with in the late 80s, and the Cuban strain that I acquired more recently due to being a fucked up nasTy sex pig. Now this sexy handsome young Man wants something from me, don't you. - Yes Sir - Tell the good people what it is you want from me - I want you to infecT me with your poz cum Sir - You have been begging me to infecT you, haven't you boy - Yes Sir, and I will continue to beg for as long as it takes for you to give me what I want, and what I as a worthless FAGGOT deserve! Someone from the gathering crowd piped up; - Fuck YEAH, I gotta see this nasTy horny sh!t go down He took my towel away from me, revealing my pert tight high round ASS - Holy sh!t, I wish it was me that was knocking up that cutie! I suddenly felt his nasTy piece of AIDS-Meat slapping on my ASS cheeks - What's my viral load boy, remember? - Isn't it 13.3 Million copies, Sir - Yes boy, well done, but louder so everyone can hear you. What is Sir's viral load? - 13.3 Million Sir *I said , raising my voice* I think he was trying to humiliate me, which turned me on to no end. He turned to the crowd, which was building ... - So, are there any objections? I stood up straight to get a good look at everyone. And everyone seemed to be fully erect, most stroking their hard Dicks. I think everyone was excited to witness my life change! I suddenly caught the eye of another AIDS fucker, looking at my Sir with an evil looking smirk, as though to say, 'I know your game, because I play it too' ... He walked over, sporting his Bio-hazard tattoo on his left pec. He also was yellow, skinny, and gaunt. FUCK, did I pick the right day or whaT to come here. He re-positioned me to how I was before I stood up straight, stood to the side of me, parted my ASS cheeks; - Go on mate, fuck your boy. Do NOT make him wait any longer. I felt my AIDS God grab my hips, and penetrate me and begin fucking my eager begging to be pozzed, neg cunt. As he fucked he spanked my bubble cheeks. - Oh Fuck YEAH. Your cunT is feeling very warm and silky wrapped around my Death-weapon, and soon I am going to take full ownership of it, boy! - Fuck Sir, I have secretly waited years for this moment to cum, when a REAL Man would claim full ownership of me by giving me his DNA ~ I CANNOT wait! My AIDS God's soon to be partner in crime began to make himself fully present in our worlds from here on in; - I heard ALL of what you both said. The entire dialogue! Fucking NASTY mate! I am unmedicated too, and also have a super-infection. But I have Hep C, also. - I have Hep C too - Oh yeah, know your Genotype? Mine is 6! - Mine is 2! - GREAT! My HIV super-infection is subtype AE. Between the pair of us we've got plenty to keep his immune system very busy. - Join us in my private cabin when we are done here if ya like. - Fuckin' DONE mate! They are having this conversation whilst my Sir is fucking me, attention not even on me, just being used like some piece of Fuck-Meat, and I couldn't have asked for more, or been happier, although, I was about to get MUCH more! The new AIDS Daddy that had joined us pulled my cheeks apart ... 'Go on mate, infecT him .... INFEEEEECT HIIIIIIM' The second time he said it was really loud. MY AIDS God picked up his pace and it kept hitting my prostate each time he was in deep. And that was it, I started pumping my neg cum without my cock even being touched. I felt a powerful electrical surge rage through my body, as I hyperventilated, whimpered, and screamed in extreme poz-itive ecstasy. Now that my prostate had it's release, my cunt really began to feel the invasion on each thrust. It felt like I was being stretched by clouds and razor-blades at the same time, and I was fucking floating on them! A guy about 1 foot away from me, in a shower, kept pressing the water each time it stopped to keep himself wet, as he tugged on his Big Dick, looking at me, mouthing stuff like; 'Fucking AIDS whore', and 'Nasty Poz FAGGOT' with an intense evil grin. Then the momenT came where my life changed. - OH FUCK YEAH, I am about to inject my lethal poison into you. You ready boy? - YES. Knock me up Sir. Fucking own my soul Sir with your Demon seed! Then came about 15 seconds of intense, hard, demon power fucking, THEN, he started to cum, and when I say cum, he roared like something that didn't even sound Human. He really sank into my hips with his fingers. Through his roaring I could hear whoever was watching either grunt as they shot their load, clapping, or cheering. His filthy toxic sperm didn't have the usual wet and warm feeling. It felt wet, and ... HOT. It actually felt like it was burning. And I fully accepted it, as it bathed in my charged up cunT.

PART 2 i was so nervous but sex was leading down the hall, his hand gently guiding me. His room was sparse but it wa nice. He led me in and closed the door. He looked me over as I stared at him. Finally, he spoke. “Obviously, we know each other outside of this room. That’s a totally diffferent place and it’s no ones busniness what we do here. And call me Tim. That’s my first name”, he said before smiling and adding “now get out of those clothes and get comfortable.” With that, he reached and pulled off his underwear, freeing that gorgeous man cock. I was shy, but I got naked. “Let me see you. Damn, you are hot Chris. Turn around and show me that ass. What a hot ass. Spread now so I can see your little hole. Show me, show me your boyhole,” the last part coming out almost in a whisper. I had no idea what was gonna happen or what to do, but I showed him. “Hot fucking hole. What a sexy butt. Have you gotten fucked yet Chris?” He asked. I wasn’t gonna lie, so I told him the truth. “I... I’ve sucked two guys from school a few times that’s it,” I said nervously. He grinned. “We are gonna have so much fun. Just so you know what I like, I like most everything, but most of all I like to play with a young guys butt. Touch it, lick it, fuck it. Stuff I think you want badly,” he said in a low sexy voice. I just nodded. I was so excited and nervous. “Chris, there’s something I have to do. Lay down on the bed on your tummy. Yeah, that’s it now spread your legs open a little more. Perfect,” he instructed. And then i felt him climb on the bed and crawl between my legs. I had no idea what was next. I felt him lower himself and then I felt his breath, hot as it hit my asscheeks. I felt his hands grab those cheeks and slowly pull them apart. He seemed to get even closer and I heard him inhale deeply. “God your little butt smells so fucking good Chris. So tangy and musky just like it should be,” he whispered.he was so close his face was now basically in my ass crack. And then I felt it. ThAt first flick of a wet tongue, his wet tongue, sliding across my virgin hole. I gasped and bucked, but he had a firm grip as he now lashed out at it, attacking it with his tongue. His mouth was sucking and licking and it had me gasping for breath as I bucked and writhed and learned the ectasy of having a man lick my boy hole. His tongue swirled and teased. It drove strong and deep. His mouth suckled my hole, devouring it. It felt so good I was losing control and making noises I had never made before. It just felt so good. I didn’t even care about my cock. Mr Johnson, Tim, knew how to make my ass feel better than my cock had ever felt. I continued to melt with his attention. It just felt so good. All I cared about was Tim playing with my ass. Whatever I had to do to keep this ecstasy going, to make him want to give my butt attention. He was just so good. It seemed like he loved it as much as me, and I wondered if it made him hard to play with my ass like this. I wondered if he loved my hole as much as I loved him playing with it. I wanted him too. I wanted my hole to please him.

This is my write up for the men's club at Berghain , called Lab.oratory. This club Berghain is a very popular dance/Rave club in the Friedrichshain area of Berlin- its at the end of the UBahn Train #1 and a 15 min from station which is pretty safe I found but any cab driver will know Berghain dance club so just ask them to take you to there to Berghain. Its about 20 Euro from center of Berlin, Schoneburg. And, the cab leaves you at the Cab line up entrance. When you get out-- just walk through the muddy path directly to the huge warehouse building. you will see some metal barriers for lining up - just go through and then cut directly to the LEFT and you'll a short bit another short right -walk through the enclosed pathway and at the end on the right at end is the entrance. A big burly German will be at door to let you in. Check the local listings or Disco Damage for the theme night. Its only open Thurs, Friday, Sat and Sun. Usually Thurs is Naked night, and Friday is just open - but my advice just check your clothes (more on that later). Sat/ Sunday is usually some Fetish night - some more popular than others... the place is a huge warehouse- pictures don't do it justice- its out of a dystopian novel -scary but its just all lends to the mystique of the place.... I went on Thurs- Naked Night and Friday- Night -2 4 1 special drinks and Sunday afternoon- which was Masked night. Thursday Naked Night- FIRST and MOST -do not show up late!!!! There was a line up at 9pm opening and you will regret every sec if you show up at 10 - the door is only open for 2hours - after that 2hours it closes door- and I mean show up at 8:30 and line up it was 8:45 with 5 guys lined up and I turned around and 15 guys were behind me in just a matter of seconds. The door opens - the doorman are pretty gruffy but nice so just don't be an ahole. You pay your 6 euro and they give you a bag- Naked means naked- no jock etc- keep you your shoes , knee pads whatever- and you place your valuables in the bag and they give you a number on a plastic card-(DO NOT LOSE) the card is how they track your drinks that you buy at the bar and its all very high tech -(god NYC could learn something from it) so wear socks or some wrist bad or something to hold card. The number is written on your bag and your arm. Important when you leave at night -you have to dress and take that card with your number on it at the bar to check out -even if you didn't have anything to get receipt from bartender -in order to leave and not upset the doorman- you give the number card and receipt back to doorman to leave so they know you settled your tab. I stress again do not lose it !!!! they get very upset so follow protocol. NAked night- OMG- it was about 400 guys - 400 of the most hottest men I've seen ever-all shapes, sizes age groups- just naked - some of the biggest dicks I ve seen and then alot of regular etc. Caligula must have left blueprints for this place-its huge- and why I say get there early on time- not only will you miss the action but you'll want to as a first timer - explore the place-there so many nooks and crannies it feels endless and you definitely want to explore the place - and like me you'll want to clone yourself so you can place your self in every possible area- there was so much fucking, sucking etc once it started and when it starts its flash quick -it goes on on on -it s like wildfire and you move from one stop -another set of bodies are just fucking away. --- When you walk in the little booths on the right are for more privacy but then on the left of that is a leather curtain with a sling in between the rooms- go through that and there is the main darkroom- it has a full size bed platform where the Berlin Bottoms line up and take their positions-its also another small leather platforms and a sling in the dark corner and some various tables, fuck horses- but let me tell you -once the first bttm is getting plowed- its like a zombie apocalypse - I wish those tops would come to NYC - there is nothing as wildly fun as I ever I have seen in all my years- the closest was the old El Mirage Black party nights.. I'm truly dating myself. The other areas is the bar- with the nicest bar staff ever! and then begins the Yellow brick road- a hall way with slings on both sides and then a back hallway with crannies and leads to anther small bar and then to the right is a crackout dark hallway with what I would call -waiting stations- for more intimate action - i'm winking there because the men will just jump on whatever you're doing--- and then it opens to a grand room where there are various platforms and directly on the left in the back is the gloryhole section- i found this on the 3rd go around and boy that was jumping all night long on both ends... -the right is where the bathroom is at and a small tub for piss addicts. The toilets for the piss/shit fetish smells like it and two rooms with hoses for cleaning out- apparently that happens tho I can't imagine doing that there but it must happen- the smell is something I won't forget- it was disgusting and gives you a tremendous hardon at the same -go figure! One mention by the gloryhole area is a booth area with metal floor grating and right below it is a tiled room with stairs leading down to it- I couldn't figure it out but this for piss lovers just to lie on metal grating and let them just piss on you- god I love the Germans! I didn't see it much used on my visit. There is an upstairs area with a sling and some leather fuck beds that was during various times very popular so not to be missed. The main action centered in the main dark room with the platform beds with the bottoms lined up bentover -the tops will go from hole to hole to hole- god it was sensational on the receiving end and to watch it go down as well.... a tops dream and a bottoms final resting place-LOL- i would pay rent to live there! The action was non-stop until about 12midnight and this is where the crowd starts to go - because of work and real life of course so that's why I stress- go early!!!!!! One thing bout the bottoms-they are extremely aggressive -they will knock you out to get that cock and will pull it out your ass and right into their mouth and back to their hole- -this for newcomers was like for me WTF and you have to learn -bitch -that's my cock- pull it out there ass- eat it and put it back in yours. Friday night- was the regular night - I at first went to gay village to check out the CDL bar lounge that was having Berlin Gangbang -15 euro - OMG what a fucking waste of time- it was horrible! all wrapped and quite pathetic - i left ran into two Danes visiting from Copenhagen and i saved them the waste of time and we went to LAB- it was about 11ish close to the doors closing at 12 midnight and OMG it was packed i mean 400 guys - not all naked but trust me when I say - just check your shit and don't bother -if u want to wear a jock -go ahead but don't with the clothes -you came to fuck so come to fuck! It was so crazy - insane- a must visit. Sat -I didnt attend it was gummie night- rubber night Sun -mask night- bring your own or they sell you a hooded mask- bring your own -the one they supply look like terrorist hoods- and so HOT! I mean stifling not the erotic kind- but when in rome--- it wasn't nearly as crowded about 50 if that so wasn't that popular My recommendation is Thus/Frid nights- not to be missed!!!! one other recommendation - the sauna BOILER- is so amazing-it puts any other bathhouse to shame which includes Steamworks in Chicago, Toronto, - it is an achievement that's got to be seen- and Sunday at 5pm is high tide for some of the most beautiful men I've seen gathered - it does skew younger Berliner's - there wasn't a lot of out of shape guys - i did feel like the fattest person there -i did see a few beefy like myself just so you know but fuck it -go just to see the steamroom and the maze of rooms. I didn't care i did feel intimidated but got in one of the rooms with the sling- put on my mask and blinded myself - i took 3 loads - woof! so if you attend church you will get your communion! A must see!!! LAB- out of this world - sorry for the long post but nobody ever shares what its really like and this just gives a beginner a glimpse of what you'll find but the experience is on another level and what you make of it- and its for all ages unlike some places where older guys like myself will feel left out- I didn't see anyone left out. Also, yes, a lot of the fucking is raw but there was condom use more than i would prefer but it is quite mixed but its definitely more raw. I hope this helps any newcomers..... I know I want to go back.

The phone rang and I looked down to see it was my friend Jacob calling. Answering the call, Jacob said he had found me a date. Now, as I hadn't been on many dates recently I was somewhat reserved about the idea, but Jacob didn't give me much of a choice, saying I was to meet him at a local restaurant, the Black Oven that night at 8:00. I was shocked and tried to weasel out, but Jacob wouldn't have it, saying he thought my blind date and I would be great together and even if not perfect, we would at least have a fun evening. So 7:45 that night I was seated at a table waiting for my date, nervous and expecting nothing. The waiter Shawn came by the table to take my drink order. Now Shawn is a handsome 6’ black man with a bulge that is almost obscene, and which he likes to present right at table level. I couldn't help but admire it as I ordered a whiskey sour, mentioning I was waiting on someone. Nick finally shows up and I'm a bit awestruck. 5’6” broad shoulders, chiseled face, body that is muscle but not lean, like a corn fed farm worker. His blonde hair is messy but on purpose. Wearing jeans, a t shirt, and a sports coat. “Nate?” he asked. "Yes. Are you Nick?” He nodded as he took off his sports coat. Immediately I noted three points. First is the t shirt is a baseball t, one of my weaknesses. He looks super hot in it and I wonder if Jacob told him my affinity for them. Second as he stretched to take the jacket off I could see he had at least one nipple pierced, another turn on. And third he seemed to have some sort of tank top on under his shirt because I could just barely make out the straps over his shoulders. I was turned on and super interested for surenow. I hoped he would be interesting or at least find me attractive enough for a roll in the hay later. We started off with the usual topics, about the day, what we did, and had either of us been to the Black Oven before. About then Shawn returned with my drink. Shawn seemed to be surprised that Nick was my date, I chucked it up to the waiter wasn't used to gay dates. But then Shawn asked Nick if he would like his usual. Nick said a white Russian would be fine. After Shawn left I asked Nick if he came here a lot. He got a nervous smirk on his face and said sometimes, the people just liked him here. It was the first real smile I had seen from him. He had been polite up to that point but just polite. I then asked how he knew Jacob, he smiled again and said they met at a party and shared a love of hiking. I laughed a bit because I couldn't see Jacob hiking. Nick responded they went hiking about once a week. When Shawn brought Nick his drink he was smiling, “Jared whipped this up for you, he added ur favorite ingredient from the bar” Nick smiled, and thanked hawn. We told Shawn we weren't ready to order yet and he left us but watched Nicks glass as he walked away from the table. When I asked nick about the ingredient in the drink he said it was a protein drink he had found and loved but could find on the shelves of any store he looked in. I asked him what it is called and he said he couldn't remember. I asked if I could have a taste. He acted a little worried but said sure. It was a typical white Russian btw there was a tangy aftertaste that seemed familiar but buried in the cream. I told Nick it was delicious. He grinned. We talked more about our hobbies, jobs, and interests until Shawn showed back up to take our order. As Shawn was leaving I made the comment that Shawn seemed to be flirting and mentioned the hard to miss bulge. Nick laughed, and said he knew it well. I asked if they had messed around, nick said Shawn has always had a bf that Shawn wouldn't cheat on. Without thinking I asked nick “Have u tried asking the bf for permission?” He looked at me in a strange way for a minute and then said no. I blushed. Just then Shawn brought us our second round of drinks, “Saul made your drink this time and the chef told me to tell you that you have a phone call in the back office.” Nick looked at the drinks and then me. “Do you mind if I shoot your drink and u sip on mine? I don't wanna shoot that much cream right now.” Shawn seemed to stifle a giggle. But I agreed. Nick followed Shawn to the kitchen. My phone buzzed and I looked down to see a message from Jacob, “Balls deep yet?” I responded “no lol.” He told me to make sure I ask to see his overall collection. That's the bad part of your best friend knowing all your kinks and hang ups lol. Then I got a message from an unknown number, “Hey it's Nick, please enjoy my drink this is gonna take a minute, Shawn is bringing me a drink back here” I responded with “Okay, everything okay?” His response “Yeah, just some hard up friends I am having to help down off the ledge.” “ok, let me know if I can do anything” I got no response from Nick. Then a message from Jacob, “so is he perfect?” “He is very attractive, interesting personality, but not sure he is interested.” “why do u say that?” “he just doesn't seem to want to be on a date”. “oh yeah he usually avoids them, I had to beg and promise” “what did you promise him” “several payments if u didn't live up to the expectation” “oh thanks, so ur paying my dates now?” “not in money, just in hikes and drinks, calm yourself, I have no worries this will work out, u would make a perfect couple” “fine” Then I got a message from nick “Just don't be mad at me for being “helpful” with my friends” I responded “no worries” as I was drinking the white russian. That protein drink added some weird globs to the drink. It wasn't until I bit down on one on an ice cube that I started to guess what it was. I knew that funky flavor even if it had been a while since I had tasted it. I swallowed the remaining liquid in the glass. Then I start looking on the ice and glass and found a thick streak of the “protein shake”. I licked it up and let it sit on my tongue, and then I knew positively it was cum as it sat and funked up my tongue. God I love cum. Then I realized what I had done in public. And I was hard as a rock under the table. Then I realized that drink was made for Nick, suddenly I was jealous that he got cum drinks and I didn't. I laughed. I should be jealous that he is getting things from other men but I don't care about that I just want him to share. At that moment Nick returned to the table. I blushed from my evil thoughts and then realized Nicks hair was matted and he was happy on the inside but I could tell he was heading back to something he didn't totally want to do. “Everything okay?” I asked. “Yes” he said, “I was just part worried and part hoping you would be gone when I got back.” “oh” “Look Nate, I really like you, more than most guys I meet but there are some things u need to know” At that moment our dinners arrived, my chicken and rice, his a steak and green beans. Shawn set the plates down, “here you guys go, compliments of the chef” as Shawn stood back up I noticed his zipper was down and his shirt tail poking through was moist. As he walked away I heard Shawn laughing. I looked at Nick's plate and saw his steak covered in a congealed sauce that could only be more cum. He started to get embarrassed because he could tell by the look on my face I had an idea what it was. I played it off, “Yours looks so much better than mine, wanna switch?” He looked nervously at me, “Um, mine is made special for me here. I'm not sure you would like it.” “We'll we won't know if you don't let me try it” He then smiled a little. “I'll give you a taste” he cut me a piece with just a little bit of sauce, and fed me over the table. I chewed enthusiastically and then swallowed. “someone in the kitchen must really like u to add their personal sauce” “Look Nate, there really is something you shoukd know.” “If its about the protien drink you love, no worries, i love it too.” With a smile Nick started again “We'll it's not just that. I'm kind of like the town bicycle, I'll let anyone ride, and without a helmet. So I don't date guys because no one can handle all that, they don’t seem to understand I need the cum” “would you tell me about them?” “Huh?” “if we dated, would u tell me about the loads u collected if I asked?” “I guess yes, but I don't want to have to list everything everyday.” “I said if asked” “We'll okay then” “would u let me taste them in and out of u?” Nick started to smile “yes” “Do u wanna date the guys or just collect their cum and go?” “I'll take cum from any guy that wants to give it to me, but my dream is to go home to my bf to cuddle, be held, and have a relationship with” “ok” “ok?” “no reason we can't date” “seriously?” “yeah do u get cum in your meals at all restaurants or just here?” “Just here, the chef gets a kick out of it, that's why I was surprised Jacob set our date here” “he knew what would happen.” Then I hesitated. “what?” Nick asked. “Did u just get fucked back there?” Nick smiled sheepishly. “Yes” “Can I have a taste?” “How? I'm not gonna have u rim me on the table.” “A finger tasting would suffice” He slipped his finger down his pants zipper fingered himself as his eyes rolled in his head and presented me with a finger covered in snail slime I slowly sucked off his finger like it was the rarest caviar in the joint. He smiled and said,” this could be fun.”

I am back with another real incident that happened 2 weeks back. Since I cheated my boyfriend (we are 10+ years in relationship and were monogamous) in Vegas, that incident kind of made me so slutty, just thinking of it makes me so horny. My boyfriend had a conference 2 weeks back and he was out for 4 days left on Tuesday and coming back on Friday. I was so horny thinking of vegas incident (read cheating boyfriend) and wanted to fuck around more. I never being to any sex club and after researching online I found out blow buddies sf and got courage to try that. They have naked Wednesdays. I decided let me try that. So I went there at around 9PM it was kind of empty when I arrived and at the door they let me know that its naked Wednesday so need to be all stripped down and only with shoes. This was first time I was in any sex club and being naked in any gathering. I am nervous and at the same time super excited. I stripped down and put my stuffs in locker. Then with hesitant I went inside the play area where u have maze, glory holes and some kind of booths. I walked for sometime and couple of mid aged guys were following me and in some turns will be touching me. It was 1st for me I was exited and so much nervous. After sometime one guy grabbed my cock while I was walking and I stopped then he started shagging my cock. I didn’t stop him so he started sucking me and man he was so good. Then he took me to one of the booth and again sucked me for sometime and then he turned around and was trying to put my dick in his hole. I said condom and then he went out and got a condom and I fucked him good and he took my cum in his mouth. I went for a smoke in the outdoor area and I was still horny I walked around for sometime then I saw this hot guy may be early 40s, toned body, hairy chest and with good dick like 7.5” and thick. He looked at me and I looked at him. He went to a booth and blinked. I didn’t understand and walked passed. After sometime we crossed again and this time he put his hand on my ass and dragged me to a booth. We kissed and then he forced my head towards his dick. I started sucking him bending forward. After sometime time he put one finger in my ass and I was super turned on. I positioned myself better so that he can finger bette. He kept fingering 1st one finger and then 2. After sucking him some more time he turned me around and started to rim me. I was in cloud 9, so super horny and since I didn’t get fucked for a long time (sex in that matter as my bf and I stopped having sex for a long time) I was super horny. Then he started to rub his cock and I wanted to get fucked badly. He started pushing his cock inside me then I said condom and he grabbed one (there was condom in the booth and lubes too) he took one and I turned around to get fucked. There are holes in the booth and one guy was watching from the hole and grabbed my cock and then started pulling my cock to suck. I obliged and through hole he started sucking me and this guy slowly started inserting his cock in me. I was having best time and closed my eyes in pleasure. This guy then started fucking me hard and deep. He was deep inside me and I can feel and hear his balls throbbing my ass and I started moaning a bit (usually I don’t moan but I did). He was fucking me hard and holding my shoulders and hair sometime. After sometime he released and I also came in the guy’s mouth sucking me from the hole. Then I turned around and he said sorry the condom fell somewhere down when he was pulling out. I said that’s ok (I didn’t at all thought what has happened and thought that can definitely happen when u pull out after an instense fucking though my ass felt little wet). At this point I was feeling something like 1st time in sex club, got fucked by a total stranger and cheating my boyfriend. I left and came home. I went to toilet and found cum out of my ass and then I realized what has happened in blow buddies. I have been stealth (thanks to this site I have read many experiences and stories). I was super scared and freaked out. But at the same time I was super super horny thinking about what just happened (blow buddies reviews said it was more of safe sex club which definitely didn’t happen with me). Next day I went to clinic and got PEP (I don’t want to get hiv). I am becoming a super slut now (or have become already). I have my appointment for PrEP next week. Now I think I want to go to more such sex clubs (cheating my bf which adds to my excitement). Reading this site i think i am not weird and many of u do this and make us more horny and sex active. Cant even imagine how i became from a committed person to such slut in couple of weeks after my vegas encounter. Any suggestion where I can go and get fucked and fuck some hole? I just want to have more that slutty and get fucked by strangers or fuck a stranger. Where in sf u would prefer to go?

Live in northeast PA, but visit philly often. Seeking top friends to cruise with, hang out at bars and bathhouses, and ofcourse fill my hole with cum regularly. Usually down weekends. Always happy to meet a group

I know you'd never complain Mr Piggy of the t ? I don't think he'll be complaining much if the next chapter sees blood slamming at the same time as sero converting! ☣️☣️☠️???☣️☣️

I've never turned a cock away due to size...big or small, I'll ride 'em all! Smallest was the size of a thumb - and the fucker was DAMN skilled with it. Biggest was an honest to god 12 incher and thick as a beer bottle. I've never done so many poppers in one session.

Been a while since I posted... I have been only modestly slutty... but tonight was GREAT I took two loads from a sexy trans pro... she was well hung and loved to open me up. shot deep inside me then shoved it right in my mouth... she got hard again and didnt even ask just slammed into my wet ass and came shortly after that. She was done... but I wasnt went to a book store and took a load from a nice size white cock thru a gloryhole. home now and feeling squishy... hunting BBRT for more

If there was no STD's I'd dump my load every damn where lmao. It'll be copies of my DNA in every ass locally lol.

Have to say I've been loving this as well as your other stories. Thanks for the time and the effort in your writing.

There are a few factors in my preference: Intimacy: I only enjoy feeling used, not feeling close/intimate. Anticipation: I like not seeing the guy when he walks in etc. I like hearing his footsteps etc Pain: I'm extremely tight, and I dont do this often. So I like to be able to just bury my head in a pillow and scream. So, as you might have guessed, I like being face down, pillow under my mid-section, pillow to scream in, legs tied to the bed before he walks in.

Nice BBC guy from the hood came over, see him about once every other year, said he wanted me to suck him off. His balls were sweaty and yummy, his cock is at least 9" long. I'm worshipping his balls, cleaning the sweat off of them when he asks to see my ass. I turn around bend over, and he pushes into me. Fucks me about a minute and loads me up. Hot! Working on a safer only gone bare guy to come over and add his to the mix. Probably gonna forget the load is up there

I LOVE to be fucked anonymously ... the guy coming in to the room to find me blindfolded, ass up, face down and ready to be fucked and used like hole I am! Ultimately though, the top gets to use me however he wants. I am just a willing receptacle for his hard cock and cum.

A guy approached me on bbrt and said he was looking to drop a load. Since that usually works out 1% of the time where I live I was like sure. His pic was cute enough. Ill be damned if he wasn't right on time like he said. Only his pic was from 100 lbs and about 20 years ago. Normally that lie pisses me off but fuck it. I could tell in his face he was pleased by what he saw in me. I was in nothing but a red jock strap. I could see his dick get hard through his baggy shorts. I turned by back to him and played with my asshole. Really got up in there. By now his cock was at full attention. I asked him to get comfortable, relax, and enjoy the ride. I could sense he was nervous. Was it me? Did I intimidate him. I'm not a bad looking guy. (I hate conceited people so I don't want to come across that way) People even say I'm very good looking. I'll put it like this...I'd fuck me. Anyway, I didn't want him to be uncomfortable or nervous for any reason. I asked him whens the 'last peice of ass he got?' He said that it had been a year. I said 'thats about to end'. I told him to sit on the couch. I got on all fours on the couch next to him and shoved my face in his crotch. I can deep throat like a mother fucker and in one mouthfull I had his cock down past my lungs. He mumbled weakly "oh my god'. I sucked his dick like it was a snake bite..for a while. He said 'whatever you want' when I asked him how he wanted to fuck me. Without telling him what my plan was I stood up and sat on his cock. I do keigals all the time. My shit is tight. I rode his dick hard. I would pull his dick completely out, slowly back down on his dick head, then thrust it hard all the way in, pull it out quickly, then start all over. He started to smile. It was the cutest, happiest smile I'd ever seen. As he started to come I pulled out then shoved it back in my hole with a vengence and his eyes crossed. I'd never seen that. So I sat there sucking his dick with my ass muscles until he had given me his whole load. when I stood up a pint of cum ran down my leg. It was hot. As he left he said thank you but not meekly like he talked when he first entered the room. He said it with bravado and confidence. I don't mean to take a cheap anon hookup and make it something existential...but something happened. I'm not even saying it was me. I just think a kind approach and a good piece of ass can change someone's whole outlook, maybe even change them. Whatever it was I felt good about it.

Part 24 Dante Keanu took multiple loads from Home Slice and myself all night long. By morning the cum was dripping from his well fucked hole. We grabbed a short nap before heading out on our sight seeing for the afternoon. We were on the boat ride out to the Arizona Memorial when I got a secure coded text. It was done, Home Slice’s father was dead. He wouldn’t find out until we were back home. I also received a message from Miguel. I had asked for a background check on Keanu. I wanted to know how truthful he had been with us about his life. Everything Miguel food it about him, his parents, his life in foster care and his now living in the streets were exactly what he told us. The next day I called the airlines and added another first-class ticket for Keanu. I also had to change our flight to the red eye in order to accommodate all three of us in the middle route of the 787's first-class cabin. The rest of the vacation we hung out at the house. Our departure date was approaching and I could tell Keanu was getting a little down at the idea of saying goodbye to his new friends. I hadn’t told Home Slice that I bought Keanu a ticket to fly back with us. We had 2 days left before we were scheduled to leave when I asked Keanu, “Do you have a valid ID?” He looked at me funny and answered, “Yeah, of course I have a valid ID.” I then let him know, “That’s good since you’ll need it when we board our flight back home I two days.” Keanu and Home Slice looked at me then each other when I produced a third airline ticket with under the Keanu Kalakaua. They both hugged me I appreciation (Keanu hugged me a lot harder. I did have to lay down the ground rules for my generosity. “I want you to know that I expect you to pay me back for the expenses that I am going to incur with helping you move. I’m not talking about slavery. You’ll come work for me. I'll team you up with x someone who will show how we do business and the different ways you can make money. You might use part us the money you earn director I your pocket to pay me back there is indirect money that I get that I will use towards the money I use to help you out. That money is the cost of your plane ticket and money for clothes. Crew members are always able to crash at my place, but I have a feeling you’ll get invitations from a handful of my crew to ‘crash’ with them once they get a sight of your ass and cock. Keanu agreed to the terms and we all slammed up and fucked the night away. The last couple days we just chilled and packed you to head out. All Keanu had Were the clothes on his back and his surfboard. We went out and picked up a case to put his surfboard in for the fight. We arrived at the airport and boarded the plane. Keanu had told us this would be the first time he had ever flown. Home Slice whispered to me, “We should make it memorable with the ‘mile high’ club.” I nodded my head in agreement. About an hour into the fight I told Keanu to head to the rest room and wait there into he heard a ‘special’ knock. Home Slice went first entering the restroom you find Keanu with his board shorts and his ankles. He fucked him really quick dropping his load into our new crew member. I quickly entered the bathroom as Home Slice exited to see Keanu with his ass ready for my cock. I slid inside him slowly causing him to quietly moan. I whispered to him, “You’re lucky to be able to come with us, lucky to be fucked by me and my boy and you will be lucky once you've converted poz.” He showed he gratitude by pushing back and working his ass to milk my poz load it me. my cock. In a low voice he then started to all, “Fuck yeah, give me that poz cock, breed me like you’ve been breeding me all week. Knock up my neg ass, I want to be part of your crew. Mark me, make my like your boy. Poz me up.” This talk went right to my balls as I filled fling him with my toxic load. I knew that began myself and Home Slice, this boy’s ass would be poz by next week. After I finished I noticed that Keanu had shot his load all over the wall and toilet seat. I mentioned him you clean up his mess before heading back to his seat. When I pulled my cock from his ass I noticed a slight dribble of cum leak out. I knew he’d broadly be leaking some cum the rest of the flight telling him, “Be sure to wipe yourself up too, and clench that ass to keep as much of that jizz inside yourself as possible.”min

Part 4; One thing he wasn't wearing when we met, was his military Leather cap, and keeping his Leather knee length Boots on the cap went on too. Oh FUCK; Can you imagine, a wasted skinny gaunt guy, with full Beard, totally naked except his Cock-Ring, knee length Boots with a Leather military cap? I looked at him, and thought, 'What a fucking God'. My very own AIDS God! I 'SO' needed him to be running through my veins forever, and, I NEEDED that to happen IMMEDIATELY! My cunt was literally twitching internally, massaging my prostate. He was stood outside his door waiting for me to follow. At this moment I couldn't move. I had my hands on the wall, my ASS arched right out, completely dripping with sweat, breathing heavily. 'C'mon boy. It's show time' 'OMG Sir, I think I am about to cum' He wasn't touching me, I wasn't touching me, but what was about to happen to me, and the Tina, fuck, they were touching me alright. He gave an evil smirk. He walked back in, leaving the door open this time, and groped and slapped my butt cheeks for a few minutes. He then gripped my waist tightly and said loudly; - The thought of me infecTing you with HIV is turning you on is it, boy? - Yes Sir. I NEED to be infecTed. And I WANT it to be you, no one else. You are my chosen Gifter - You definitely want it? - Yes Sir! - Then BEG for it you nasTy pig - Oh PLEASE Sir, infecT me - InfecT you with what? - With your two strains of HIV, Sir - You mean you want my toxic DNA to be embedded in your system, for LIFE? - Yes Sir - Then Beg. I fucking said BEG - InfecT me Sir, with your aggressive toxic DNA ... PLEEEEEEEASE! The end of his Dick had been pressing against my cunT since he gripped my waist, then suddenly, he slid in, balls deep, and started pumping Hard & Fast in my hungry neg cunt. - Oh Fuck Yeah, you nasTy fuck. Love to see those sores on my Dick go in and out, as your outer cunt grips onto my toxic Fuck-weapon! Oh ay ay, looks like we have an audience already. Boy, look out towards the door ... I looked, and stood at the entrance to my God's cabin were 3 Men, all naked, all beating off their beautiful Dicks. One of them piped up and said; - We heard what you said. Fucking nasTy, and completely HOT. Wish it was me you were Fucking & Breeding. - Sounds like we just got our first rave review boy, time to take this to a bigger audience, time to hit the showers! We stopped fucking, I wrapped my towel around me, he locked his cabin, and off we went. I felt like I was walking the Pearly Gates to Heaven.

Part 2; We went into his private cabin. He locked the door. - You will now call me Sir. Understood? - Yes Sir - Get on your back and hold your legs in the air. He rubbed my cunt I had shaved this afternoon, and spat in my face - I now own you, pig - Sir, you're HOT & Nasty ... FUCK you Man! He slipped a finger into my cunt, located my prostate, and got working on it. My prostate is super sensitive. Add that to being intoxicated by this AIDS Daddy's crazy HOT presence, I was screwed, literally and figuratively! - you poz, boy? - No Sir, but have often fantasized about being pozzed up. It's so wrong, yet, it feels so right - Ever taken Tina boy? - Only once Sir, with my ex, and we fucked all day on it - I guess he was neg then - No Sir, poz, but on medication, and undetectable! - Aaaaaaahh, so he came inside you then, boy - Yes Sir He put tourniquet on my arm and hiT me up with Tina. Oh Fuck, the Tina rush. I was rubbing myself all over, squirming, panting, like some deranged mental patient. He returned to giving me my prostate massage - So, you've had medicated poz cum up your cunt. How about some recharged super-infection unmedicated poz cum boy? - OMG Sir, fuck YEAH. Fucking BREED me! - I'm not just poz boy. I have AIDS. Current viral load is at 13.3 Million copies, with CD4 count at 51. I have had my initial infection since 1989. Plus a new strain on top which is an aggressive one, due to all the nasty very high risk nasty pig action I have had over recent years. Plus Hep C, and Syphilis ... You still want it? - Oh ... My ... God ~ This has been my sick twisted dark fantasy for years and years. To be infected multiple times over with all kinds of nasty stuff for a pig like me. - Do you fucking want my death seed or not, FAGGOT? - Fuck YEAH Sir ~ I am born to serve Alpha Daddies of this world. Especially top end league ones like you I started fingering my cunt

PART 14 As my heartbeat returned to normal, the combination or Tom’s cock softening and my still spasming hole forced him to slip out of me with a soft plop. As it did, the anxiety kicked back in. Only now it was more confusing. And I wasn’t sure what I felt. I know I felt some guilt over what I was doing, as well as some guilt for feeling guilty. Four loads of HIV laden sperm shot into me by a guy who I couldn’t seem to resist. Even as I studied the sense of guilt which had assaulted me, I also found the thought of sex with Tom and his poz cum turned me on, just something so strongly attracted me to raw sex. And I was very aware that I was clamping shut in an effort to keep all of his semen in me. I didn’t want any leaking out. But a huge part of me was still screaming 'What the fuck are you doing? This is so risky. HIV. AIDS. But you keep coming back' I told myself. Hell, I had TWO loads in me now and it was barely afternoon. And I had begged for it. And I didn’t notice this before, but it seemed like Tom almost liked cumming in me more than just fucking me. Like giving me his seed was what mattered most. Maybe that was just my imagination. “Earth to Chris. Are you there sexy boy” Tom joked. I guess I had been really lost in my thoughts. “Sorry, I was just thinking. It’s just, and it feels really really good, I just get nervous... your cum and everything,” I said quietly. He looked at me. “You mean, because I have HIV and you keep letting me cum in you? Is that what you mean?” I nodded, affirming his interpretation. “Well, you have had four loads now and you might already have it. Or you don’t. And Chris, this is really it, you can’t stop. Maybe. To be honest, I think you are already too hooked on barebacking. But you could stop and go back to your old life. I don’t think that’s what you want though. I think what you want and really at this point ,what you need is to keep giving in. To live with the consequences of being a cum dump bottom boy. And yeah, that means eventually you'll end up with HIV. I have friends that would love to give you what you need. I could keep you full every day. I have friends that would come over right now. I already told them about you and they are aching to fuck you. Aching to be inside you when their cocks starts pumping man cum. They all have HIV they wanna share too. I can call them now. You don’t even have to ask. Just nod if you want me too. Nod if you want strange men over here now to cum inside your boy hole,” he said hypnotically. I’d like to say I thought and weighed the options but I didn’t. His words had got me. And slowly, I nodded. And then again. And he grinned as he reached for his phone as, for my part, I lay back on the bed, his sperm soaking into my body.

Part 9; I couldn't kneel anymore, so went and sat in my wheelchair. Uncle Dick stood up, and stood by Stan, and addressed my beautiful son ... 'This is Stan, and he has Hep C. Are you happy to have any of Stan's bodily fluids enter your body, such as cum or blood? Pig, please give us your answer' My sweet little Prince nodded, groaned through the urinal mask, and wiggled his ass. Uncle Dick rolled up his used rubber, then rolled it over Stan's thick veiny throbbing Death-Meat, then pulled it tightly over the Dick tip, until the spikes from Stan's PA pierced through the latex. He then opened up Stan's cannula port, and drew some blood. Knelt down by my son, opened his cannula port, and in went Stan's potent virulent DNA. There was a fridge in the examination suite, and Uncle Dick took out 5 Beers. 1 for me, 1 for Stan, 1 for himself, and 2 for the mystery chap stood above my son's mask covered head. The two of them went to my son's prolapse, and they both played with it; rubbing it, licking it, sniffing it, fingering it, smacking it, spitting on it. It was then pushed back inside where both Stan (with bare hands/arm) and Uncle Dick (gloved up) took turns in Fisting him, causing him to groan through his mask. After about 30 Minutes, the mystery Man started pissing. My son, the prolapsed urinal pig! I had been holding my bladder for ages, and the sight of this guy pissing meant I just couldn't hold it any longer, so, I joined him. Drinking the piss of his Dad and a stranger, and at the same time Fisted by the Doctor, and Stan. Stan positioned and pressed the tip of his nasty slab of toxic Death-Meat against my son's sweet young cunt. I could see Uncle Dick was pulling really tightly on the pierced condom, and then, Stan was inside. And he immediately started fucking with violent aggression, snarling through the sounds of the satanic music and my son's gulping in his enclosed mask. Uncle Dick stood back, and just watched Stan fucking, and myself and the unknown Man intermittently piss, as he wanked off. After several minutes he stood by my son's head .... 'Stan, stop fucking the boy, and come here a minute' He came over, and we could all see that the condom's tip had completely broken, and started to inch itself towards the base of his Beautiful toxic Death-Meat. Uncle Dick slid a finger from each hand between Stan's shaft and the condom, and pulled up with his fingers, stretched and pulled apart until it broke so much that it was completely useless and hanging in tatters! It looked super hot, a failed condom that would now not be offering any protection against Stan's dangerous toxic juices. Not that that really mattered now anyway. But it was hot as fuck to see. And what a dark and depraved scene that lay before this examination suite right now; My son on all 4's wearing his urinal mask, with four Men stood in front of him. The Beefy Doctor in his Leather Harness & Leather executioners hood, German Army Boots, and Cock-Ring, with 3 skinny fully blown AIDS Men, in a darkened dim lit red room with Satanic music playing The unknown Man sat back in his wheelchair, whilst Stan & I followed the Doctor back towards my son's cunt. He ordered Stan to press the tip of his toxic Death-Meat against his cunt, with the spikes from his PA sticking into his battered and swollen flesh. Uncle Dick began stroking over and over Stan's KS lesion, and looked up at me ... 'Isn't this nasty dangerous Fuck-weapon Beautiful? A Dark-force of death that ensures life will always carry on ... Stick it in him Stan, fuck this nasty whore. Fuck him real slow until I say so'. I watched Stan fuck slowly, seeing his KS lesion repeatedly disappear and reappear, with my son's gaping cunt no longer even gripping the Dick that was fucking him. Sweet tight bubble ass-cheeks, yet a super loose fuck-hole. And Stan had a decent girth on him! Doctor Dick knelt in front of my son, removing his urinal mask. 'Is MY Fuck-toy enjoying himself' 'Yes Sir' He repeatedly spat on and slapped my son's face ... 'You are a worthless fuck-whore, are't you boy' 'Yes Sir ... I am worth nothing ... And I am completely yours Sir' He spat and slapped his face again ... 'Fucking nasty cunt' ... 'Come over here and hold your son's hands' I knelt before him, held his hands, and looked into his face ... 'Are you OK son?' 'Oh VERY much so Daddy. I am so happy to be your loyal loving son, and a worthless fuck-whore at the same time' I kissed him gently on his lips. I looked up, and Uncle Dick was removing Stan's Gas Mask! He looked right at me, with his glazed eyes, sunken gaunt yellow face, and gave me a look of pure evil hate. The look was for my son, being communicated via me. 'Right Stan, don't hold back, fuck him and breed the nasty fucking poz pig'

Part 7; A few hours had passed, and my son had not returned. At 2am there was still no sign of him. His Whatsapp last seen was time stamped for 6.15pm. He had abruptly gone eerily quiet, which was very unlike him. I knew in my gut he was with my Doctor, his new found Uncle Dick. I now soon fell asleep. I awoke at 9am to the nurse doing my obs, which meant breakfast would soon be on its way. I checked my phone. No messages. And the time stamp on my son's Whatsapp remained at the same time. I found myself suddenly craving to have him lying next to me, and left wondering what was happening. After breakfast I got bored, so, took myself to the day room. A room full of fully blown AIDS Men, watching the TV, playing cards, and general chit chat. There was a guy who I had not seen before sat alone by the window, watching the TV, as the glare of the sun enhanced the deep yellow colour of his skin. I sat with him, and in the ad break to the programme he was watching we got chatting. His name was Stan, and had apparently stayed in this wing several times over the past few years. We soon both went to my room, continued chatting and playing cards. Chat turned to our Doctor, and it transpired he had taken my boy to his room as soon as they left me, ordered him to strip, then straddle over Stan in his bed, facing away so his sloppy puffy loose cunt was in Stan's face. Our Doctor ordered him as he lay upright in bed to finger my son's cunt. 'You wanna fuck this newly charged up toxic piece of fuck-meat?' Stan speechless at the intensity of the situation could only nod ... 'Then, I'll collect you at 8pm Sunday evening, here, from your room'. Stan couldn't believe that that was my boy he had fingered. I explained the entire situation as we swapped various stories during the day. We got a nurse to inform kitchen staff that we would both be eating together in my room for the next few days. Late evening, after dinner, during cards, talk came to my son ... 'Apparently you will be fucking my son tomorrow night. I wonder where the hell he is. Since we met there hasn't been a day where we haven't seen one another, and he hasn't been online'. 'I reckon our Doctor has your boy in his sadistic grasp. He is well known here on this wing as being an exceptionally caring Doctor, yet, a real twisted fuck outside of work' Stan went to his room at around 10pm, and I was now alone with my thoughts. I resisted the urge to check my phone again, and soon fell asleep. 9am came, obs and breakfast, with Stan making his appearance in my room at 11am. He was a really friendly cheerful bloke, despite what was happening to his body. His sunken yellow face and glazed eyes said it all. 'Hey Stan buddy, good to see you. Sleep well?' 'Yes, I was out like a light, easy these days. You hear from your boy yet?' 'No. Nothing. He still hasn't been online either. I guess all will become clear this evening'. After the kitchen staff took away the lunch gear, I asked Stan to see what he would be using to assault my son's cunt with tonight. He stood up, lifted his gown up above his waist, then sat down again. His Dick was thick, and curled up snug in his crotch. I leaned over and took his soft thick shaft between my thumb and two fingers, and began to stroke. For someone who was very sick, he grew fast, and he grew big. I let go, and his filthy diseased weapon sprang upright, bouncing off of his belly. He had a KS lesion mid shaft, and he sported a spiked Prince Albert (PA). 'That's HUGE Stan. My son will love you'. 'Yeah, 6" girth, 8" length ... Let's go to your bathroom'. We all had our own bathrooms, so, off we went. He locked the door behind us. He undone my gown, and bent me over the bath, spitting on my cunt... 'Look at that wonderful AIDS wasted ASS. Not as emaciated as mine, but still, a sweet fucking sight'. With no warning he slammed deep inside my cunt, his PA tearing my rectum to pieces, causing me to yelp. He fucked me slowly ... 'Shut up faggot ... Look at us, fucking like wild animals the way we should do, our physiques drastically changed for being what we are meant to be' ... He leaned over my back, still rocking his hips, forcing his fully blown death weapon deeper each time he rocked forwards. He came towards my ear ... 'I got hard yesterday when you told me your boy sought our way of life and how it happened, and tonight I am gonna make sure he really does become a real Man by giving him some essential extras' 'Cum inside my cunt, Stan' 'Oh no, oh NO, my ultra filthy toxic virulent cum is for your Beautiful boy' With that he took his Gorgeous death-tool out of my fully blown AIDS cunt, and left. I gathered myself, went into my room, and saw that he had completely left. I ended up having dinner alone. It was 8.30pm. I lay in my bed wondering what on earth was going on. I STILL had not heard from my son, it had been two days now, and still no sign of him online. THEN, Doctor Richard came in ....

True Story. It was a cloudier day as the cruise ship headed south from Florida into the Caribbean Sea. The air was relatively warm, but the winds were strong and few men on the gay cruise were using the deck chairs. Shane figured it was a perfect opportunity for a spa day. He headed down to the spa after a late breakfast, bringing a book to read and his swimsuit. The spa was already busy, with men in the large aqua lounge with the giant spa tub, a bubbling shower area in the center of the tub, and submerged lounge chairs. Shane stowed his shirt, shorts, and flip flops in a locker, wearing just a blue / black bikini swimsuit that accentuated his ass and revealed a hefty pouch in the front. His black hair was cropped short, and his skin had already begun to tan with a few days in Fort Lauderdale prior to the ship setting said. His chest was thickly sculpted and covered with a fine layer of fur and quarter-sized nipples. His trunk tapered to a narrower waist, and his legs were solid muscle from a lifetime of athleticism. Shane sunk into the heated warm, allowing it to work on his muscles. The area was supposed to be clothing-required because of staff being present, but many of the men slipped their swimsuits off beneath the water. Hands gently groped and explored beneath the water’s surface. He wasn’t interested in playtime yet, so sought a submerged lounge and settled onto the warm stone, leaving his swimsuit on so as not to send signals. He chatted idly with some guys who floated by, several of whom he’d met at the first evening’s tea dance, and others from last night’s party. The lounge was a smorgasbord of body types. He found himself being drawn to some of the beefier daddies this morning, admiring their muscled arms and powerful chests. At 39, many of the others were older than he was. Starting to feel dehydrated and a bit lightheaded, he decided to refresh and find a steam room. The men’s spa was adjacent to the men’s locker room, so the areas was predominantly nude. The spa itself was brightly lit through the floor-to-ceiling windows that gazed out upon the sea. Shane shucked his swimsuit, exposing his smooth ass and letting his cock hang free. He left the locker room for the men’s spa area, and explored the three steam rooms. Two were rather small and intimate, and already had several men entwined in mutual touching and exploration. He stepped into the third steam room, this one having room for about 15 men. His eyes took a moment to adjust to the dark, steamy interior. He could see naked bodies arrayed along benches on both sides of the room. There was some movement to his left, but he couldn’t clearly make out what it was in the thick steam. He moved slowly toward the center of the kidney-shaped room, and spied what looked like an open seat near the back. He settled onto the hot stones, the heat burning his skin at first. He sat there with his eyes closed a moment, relaxing into the space. Then he opened his eyes. There were a dozen men lounging in the steam room, naked and silently exuding sexual energy. He could make out several erect cocks standing at full attention near him. Beside him sat one guy with a shaved head and nicely defined body, his cock thick and curving slightly to the left. He was slowly stroking his long dick while making eye contact with others at this end of the room. He gave Shane an exploratory look, taking in his body, and then running his hand along Shane’e left thigh. Shane let himself enjoy the touch, and took in the rest of the room. Across from him was a beefy daddy type, dark haired flecked with silver and a trim, silvery beard. He was displaying a huge hardon, probably about 8” and girthy. He was looking Shane up and down. Beyond the beefy daddy was where Shane has heard some movement earlier. Now he could see someone on his knees in front of one — maybe two — men. Above the sound of the steam, you could occasionally hear the slurping noises of an excited blowjob. Shane felt the guy’s hand moved to his chest, gliding across his slick skin, grazing his nipples, and then taking a solid hold of his left breast, squeezing the thick muscles there. “Very hot,” the guy said in a low voice. Shane felt himself being wrapped in the room’s sexual energy, his own cock now at full attention. He felt himself slipping into a sexual state, where his rational brain gave way to his desires and physical experiences. He didn’t say a word, but reached over to touch the man with the shaved head, feeling the solid shaft of muscle that was demanding his attention. Shane groaned softly when the man reciprocated and grabbed Shane’s cock in a firm grip. Shane stared at the guy’s inviting piece of meat, taking in its size and shape in the dimly lit steam room. The guy moved his hand to behind Shane’s neck and started massaging it gently. “Go ahead,” he said softly, applying a small amount of pressure behind Shane’s neck. Shane leaned over, his mouth hovering over the guy’s cock for a moment, and then went down on him. Shane felt the hard muscle slide into his mouth, filling it fully as he began to suck and gently work the base of the guy’s cock with his hand. There was a soft groan as the guy laid back against the wall, his right hand moving to the back of Shane’s head. The guy began to thrust upward with slow pulses of his hips, continuing to groan softly, and beginnning to massage Shane’s shoulders and back muscles. Shane was enraptured with the beautiful dick filling his mouth, and he dedicated himself to servicing it. He felt the caresses of the stranger’s hands on his head, neck, then moving across his shoulders, and slowly exploring down his spine. It was part rubbing, part finger massaging. The hand kept massaging further down Shane’s spin, eliciting tiny groans of pleasure along the way. Shane felt the hand move across his right ass cheek, and then felt a finger gently searching for his hole. It took only a few seconds for the adept man to find Shane’s hole and, using the slick moisture of sweat in the room, he began to probe Shane’s hole. Shane groaned a bit more loudly, not fully aware that he was still in a room full of men, and was likely now the center of attention. He worked the cock in his mouth more vigorously as the man slowly penetrated his hole with one finger. Shane shifted his body’s position, moving his right leg to offer the guy better access to his ass. He heard the snap of a plastic cap, and felt slick liquid rapidly being applied to his hole. Then two fingers began to probe him as he went back to work on the guy’s cock. His change in position was rewarded with a two-finger prostate massage, and now he could feel another hand firmly massaging one of his ass cheeks and his thigh. The guy with the shaved head was thrusting up into his mouth, and suddenly Shane tasted thick saltiness as the guy’s load filled his mouth. Shane’s head was pushed down further onto the erupting cock, and the long fingers in his slid all the way up inside him. Shane sucked down the guy’s load, even as he seemed to spew more cum. The guy’s body convulsed, Shane’s body absorbing that kinetic energy as he started to raise his head off the guy’s cock. The fingers were pulled from his ass, and Shane slowly sat up. His head was swimming in the humid air as his heart raced. Standing over him was the beefy daddy from across the room, his own impressive piece of meat pointing right at Shane. Shane panted as he collected himself. ”Thanks, bud,” the guy with the shaved head said, slapping Shane’s tight and hiving his unreleased hardon a squeeze as he stood and left. The beefy daddy settled down next to Shane, and slid his hand beneath Shane’s ass and squeezed. Shane looked over at him. He was very handsome, square jawed, and powerfully built. His dick was definitely 8” and very girthy. Shane wondered what that would feel like. In turn, the guy was staring at Shane with lust in his eyes. Shane’s heart was racing, and he was feeling lightheaded. ”I need to cool off for a bit,” he said. He slowly rose, checking his balance, and staggered through the haze toward the door. Shane stood in the intense daylight streaming into the spa, snagging a towel and trying to cover his own generous hardon. He sat on one of the stone lounges to catch his breath, and slow his heart rate. After a few minutes, he moved toward one of the showers. He stood there, letting the Luke-warm water wash over him, starting to feel more refreshed and clear headed. He heard someone else walk into the shower and turn on another head. After a moment, he looked over and saw the beefy daddy standing there, the water washing over his body. He stood a few inches taller than Shane, and was much broader across the shoulders and chest. His hair was flecked with different shades of gray and silver, and his eyes looked to be a sterling blue. He was watching Shane. Shane continued to shower, his heart speeding up again as he felt the chase beginning. This guy is fucking hot, he thought to himself. He watched as the beefy daddy stroked his cock, the hardon standing straight out from his body, and curving up slightly. He took a step toward Shane and began massaging his shoulders with both hands. Shane moaned in pleasure, his muscles becoming putty in the man’s hands. The beefy daddy stepped closer, the front of his body pressing against the back of Shane, the water rolling over both of them as he continued to kneed Shane’s shoulders. His cock pressed firmly against Shane’s ass, the shaft sliding along the crevice between his cheeks. It felt amazing! Shane could feel the heat radiating from that muscle, and he started to push his ass back against it. “Good, boy,” the beefy daddy growled in his ear. He moved his hips, his cock starting to poke Shane instead of sliding along his smooth skin. “Ready to go back in?” Shane thought about it a moment. He was aware there were others watching from the open spa area. “I really don’t want to get fucked in the steam room. People start to interfere.” The beefy daddy was quiet a moment, still poking against Shane’s ass. Then said, “Let’s go to my cabin.” He squeezed Shane’s shoulders a final time and then step back and out of the showers. Shane immediately followed. They each threw on a pair of shorts and flip flops, then the beefy daddy led Shane out of the spa. The beefy daddy put an arm around Shane’s shoulders, and Shane could feel the heat of his skin pressed against his own. The forward staircase was nearby, and he led Shane down just two decks and to the starboard side of cabins. Within a minute, they were at his door and stepping inside. The beefy daddy poked his head inside, then opened the door the rest of the way. “All clear,” he said. Two stepped inside. To be continued......

I texted Peter and told him Travis had been here and was out the door, he said that was quick and I told him thank god, but the load was big. Peter told me zack could be over in a few if I wanted it, I told him I would have to change the time for college boy but yes send him over. Zack got to my house about 15 mins later, he just walked in like he owed the place and asked why I was not on my knees waiting. I just gave him the look of, what the fuck. He told me that Peter had filled him in on what was going on and if was I being a cum slut, that I should act like one and be treated that way. So I got on my knees and started undoing his pants, his belt buckle was one that you could write on and the comment was 8.5 with a smiley face, lol. Got to love this kid. I got the pants down and could see that he was wear a jock, which was hot. He grabbed my hair and said lick my pouch bitch. Here was this kid/punk, acting like he was my master and it was hot. I started to lick and suck on the pouch of his red jock. It had a salty/pre-cum/piss taste to it. He was still holding on to my head and pushing it into his crotch. He pull my head back with one hand and the other pulled out his dick. It was long and thick with a hood that was covering his head. He told me to swallow it all in one or he would hold me there till I did. That he didn't care if I gagged or not, but the cock was going to be down my throat. Well, I didn't get it all so he was true to his word. He had hold of the back of my head and was bucking his hips, trying to get the last inch or so in my throat. I was gagging and spit was coming out my noise and around his cock. He told me to get it in or I would drown on my own spit. After a few more hard humps, his cock got in, 1/2 inch at a time, he held me there for a few second and then withdraw. There was spit all over his cock and my face, he looked down at me and said that he always wanted to do that to someone. Plus, all the spit would be great for lube. I just choked for a min and smiled. Then he got a grin on his face and told me to get back on him cock, that I was going to get him off in ten mins or he would get himself off by fucking the hell out of my throat without concern. I started sucking him and tried to deep throat him. I was working a good pace up and trying to get him off but couldn't do it. About 8 mins into it, he decided that he would change the rules and grabbed my head. He was fucking my mouth and trying to go deep again. He was going to town on my mouth, his cock was going so fast in and out of my mouth I just kept it open. He started to buck the hips and said he was close, he told me to not swallow. He pulled his dick out of my mouth and jerked it fast. He put the head on my lips and said not to swallow. He pulled back the hood and started to shoot in my mouth. I just sat on my knees and looked up at him. He pulled his dick back a little and wiped the little bit left on my cheek. He looked at me and said how hot it looked to have his load setting in my mouth like a pool of cum. He told me to spit out the load into a glass. I did as I was told, then he said I could swallow the rest in my mouth. Standing there with a glass of cum in my hand, he asked if I knew why I was not to swallow. I said I didn't know, he laugh and told me that he was going to pour a little on my hole and work it in. That he was going to work the whole load into my ass and not fuck me till it was all in me. He told me, that if he was going to fuck an ass with a load in it, that his load should have been the first and will be the last. He is a little dirty fucker and I was loving it. I was going to have to get him in my circle of fucks. He had me get on my back with my legs up in the air, he poured some of the cum on my hole and pushed it around with his cock head and would push just the head into my ass. He did this till all the cum was out of the glass and then put the glass upside down over my mouth. He told me that if I thought the throat fucking was hard, that this was going to kill me. With that he pushed all the way in with just one push. He bottomed out and pulled all the way out again. His cock come out with a pop and some cum. He got mad and said to keep the cum in me, then he was balls deep again and out. He told me to enjoy the fucking I was about to receive. Then he was back in and out as quick as he could go, it was intense and a little painful. He had my legs up on his shoulders and was fucking the cum out of my ass. He kept telling me that I was nothing but a slut and I need to get fucked by him daily. That his load was the one to knock me up and that I would be his slut from now on. That he knew Peter was coming back for more and that it would not feel as good as the fucking he was giving me. That I was so much a slut, that after Peter fucked me. I would most likey call him so i could feel a mans cock in me again. I knew my ass was leaking cum, with him pulling all the way out the way he was. As he was fucking me, he keep telling me how much of a slut I was and that the only good cum came from his cock. He was on a power trip and was loving it. The long dicking started to turn into short pulses and we were face to face, he was moving at an amazing speed. He was like a machine, he had one speed and it was wide open. He looked me in the eyes and told me I was going to thank him for the load when he was done and if I was lucky he would come over after Peter and fuck me again. He said that he liked a sloppy hole, but next time I do a slut day. He was going to be the first and last loads, that he shouldn't have to fuck a sloppy hole unless his load was the first one. As he saying all this, he is still going full speed on me. He grabbed my head and locked his elbow under my shoulders, I was trapped. He changed up a little and was now just pulling out just two maybe 3 inches and slamming it home. His hips were slamming into me, he was trying to get every centimeter of cock in me. He told me he was going to cum in me, that I was going take it. He asked if I wanted it now and was I ready to get a mans load. His hips started jerking and he was in me as deep as he could get. He told me he was going to flood me, that he always shoots a big loads on the second load if not bigger, bigger then the first. He grabbed my head hard, pushed in as deep as he could and screamed " here it cums, take it bitch". , "take my cum". When he was done, he fell on top of me, with his dick still in me. He licked my ear and told me I was a good bitch and happy I was in heat. He reach between us and started to jerk my cock. As he is jerking me, he told me to say it. I was still in a state of bliss and don't know what to say. He jerked me harder and told me to say it. A light bulb come on and I thanked him for his load. He was jerking me harder and said say it. I then thanked him for his man cum. He eased off the hard jerking and just jerked me. He started to round his hips nice and slow and jerked me. It felt good, he told me to get ready to cum soon or he would fuck me again and I would not get to cum till after He did again. I told him to jerk me fast, that I was getting close to blowing my load. So, instead of speeding up, he just stop all together. He looked at me and smiled, " you get to cum, when I fuck you later tonight" he informed me. He gets up and started to get dress. I'm watching this little punk kid with a long uncut cock between his legs pull his jock up. Im laying there thinking, this little fucker just bred me with that thing and how fucking hot he looks in the jock. I'm losing my mind I think. To much cum on the brain or in my ass. He looks down at me and smiles again, it that evil smile he had when he came in the door. Who is next he ask, I tell him it's college boy. He asked a few questions about college boy and says he knows him. That they have jerked off once, that they were going to blow each other but it was to thick to get in his mouth. So they just jerked each other off. Then he looks at me with that smile and licks his lips. He say, Your hole is going to be so big after he is down with you, maybe Peter and I can double fuck you after he is done. I just laugh and say no. I'm not getting double fucked. He walks over to me and grabs my head, you will if I want you to, got it. Lets just say, that I may bottom and i like an aggressive guys in the bedroom. But, I do have a line and its one not to cross. I grabbed his arm and pulled him down onto the floor with me. I caught him off guard and he hit the floor a little hard. It stunned him and I was going to get some tension off my chest. I rolled him over and got between his legs. That little white ass was up, with the red strips on the cheeks. I didn't think I was going to get to top today, but he pissed me off and I was going to show him that fucking with me was a bad idea. He started to fight me a little and kept saying no. To bad for him, I had his arm behind his back and just keep push it up more. The more I pushed, the more he was laying flat. He finally laid all flat out on his stomach. I informed him he could get fucked easy or hard. His choice, but I was getting my ball blues off and he was going to take it one way or the other. How do you want it, I asked. He finally gave in, pushed his ass up a little. I let go of his arm and grabbed his cheeks, spreading them apart. I looked down on his smooth cheeks with a little pink hole. I leaned down and started licking his hole. I munch on his hole for a little and tried to push some spit up inside of him. I finally pulled back and press my head at his hole. I asked he if he was ready for a quick fuck, that I would not be lasting long but he would be getting my blue balls cum. He said he was ready as could be and to please use some lube. I just laughter and spit in my hand and rubbed it on my cock, there is your lube I told him and with that I pushed in. I started fucking, I was not going to last long and wanted to get my nuts off. I have the fifth guy coming soon and need to clean up a little. So with no grand act of a sex god, I lasted maybe five mins and dropped my load in him. I pulled out and wiped my dick on the band of his jock. I slapped his ass and told him thank you.lol. After that, zack got dress and said he be back later with a surprise. I jumped in the shower to wash away the sweat and the smell of sex.

drugged and raped is my fantasy. I wanna be able to know whats going on but not really be bale to do anything about it

I have chatted with guys about this but it never moved from online chatting into reality. I think it would be hot to be gang-raped (not really beaten/brutalized, just "forced" to take cocks in my ass). Go over to a top's house when he (refer to him as "Daddy" from now on since I like daddies) has like 5 or more buddies there. Daddy and I have spoken about this ahead of time so he knows I want it, but as far as his buddies know, I am ONLY there so they can take turns getting their cocks sucked, my ass has NOT been offered up for use. I strip naked, and start sucking cocks. After his buddies are horned up (but nobody has cummed yet), Daddy starts talking about wanting my ass. I turn him down and remind him and his buddies I only came over to suck cock, NOT get fucked in the ass. Daddy becomes insistent on getting my ass and I keep refusing to give it up, until finally Daddy grabs me and tells his buddies to help hold me down. They get me into a position where I can't really fight back and my ass is up in the air, ready to be penetrated. I struggle a bit at first but with men holding me down it doesn't do much good, and Daddy both threatens and reassures me that it won't hurt much unless I fight it, so as his cock enters my ass, I end up just whimpering, wincing, and quietly saying things like "No, please no, oh my God please stop, I'm being raped oh God I'm being raped" and then pretend to more or less block out what is happening, zone out (which I have heard is something people often do when getting raped/going through trauma). After Daddy dumps his load in me, the other men take turns fucking my "unwilling" ass. Maybe a few of the meaner/nastier ones piss on me, or even force two cocks up my ass at once. All of them fuck me bareback, all unload in my ass despite knowing I only offered them my mouth. After the last guy dumps his load, Daddy makes up a threat about either hurting me or making sure EVERYONE knows what happened if I ever tell a single person I was raped (so the other men aren't worried about consequences). So Daddy and I knew I wanted it but all the other men leave Daddy's house honestly believing the sex was unwanted, that I was held down and forced to take all their cocks and cum against my will, that I was gang-raped. Maybe I'm crazy for having this fantasy, but I think it is HOT as fuck and I hope to God it ends up happening for me one day. The thought of taking cock from a guy who honestly believes I don't want him inside me, that he is FORCING me to take his cock up my ass, just drives me wild.