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24 hours after we fuck my brother the plug is pulled out and his body absorbed all of our toxic loads and his hole is a little tender so he is going to get 3 days of rest before we let Big Daddy lose on him. My brother is in for it with Big Daddy as he is 6ft.6 275 of pure mussel with many tattoos all saying he is POZ with a dick a porn star would die for of 12 by 8 of man meat with an OO gauge P.A. and a Jacobs Ladder running the length of his dick to wreck my brother's hole. We have 4-5 weeks before my brother converts before he becomes a member of the brotherhood. Big Daddy has fucked me a few times and that is when I already had a man cunt that has been fisted a few times. We give my brother a heavy booty bump as he has been saying his hole feels so empty and we laugh and say soon you might be asking to take it out that it is too big. As we know what's coming to the size difference between the 2 with my brother at 5ft. 5 tall and 100LBS. so he will be a rag doll to Big Daddy. Big Daddy comes storming into the room as we know how this is going to go down grabs my brother puts a leather harness on him takes a point and gives him a heavy slam as he is coughing a lot more than normal, he is put on on all fours as Big Daddy slams his dick into my brother as I thought he would be screaming for him to stop but all he is showing a little discomfort as Big Daddy is having the time of his life as Big Daddy is a chickenhawk always looking for boys who are skinny fem looking and small boys. Big Daddy hands are so big that with one hand he is controlling all my brother movements as that massive dick looks like it's someone arm in my brother ass as he is so spun up form miss Tina and is now begging for Big Daddy is power fucking him. Big Daddy turns over on his back and has my brother go cowboy and to start fucking himself on Big Daddy dick as Big Daddy is enjoying himself watching his dick go in and out of my brother ass and you can see on my brother face how much he like it. When Big Daddy blows and I do mean blows his load its one for the ages as Big Daddy cum is flowing out of his hole like he was getting pissed fuck. My brother like the slut he has become in such a short time starts to clean up all the cum on Big Daddy dick and body. When my brother climbs off Big Daddy dick he is weak and so would anyone else after being split open by that dick. Big Daddy is very happy as that hole is fantastic as he slaps my brother on his ass. I have to get my brother up to speed so he is given miss tina as he is on the clock at being a negative boy and is hot as everyone will want to fuck him and knock him up, as boys like that in chastity are great to pimp out and very profitable.

I like to fuck dads in their son's bed. I imagine that they're imagining fucking their son, which gets me off so fast

When I was still a teen I met a black man downtown. He was a bit rough and stalky, in his 40s. He asked me to come with him if I liked to smoke. I figured he meant weed and followed him down a dark alley and sat next to him on some stairs. He puts a glass pipe to my lips, lights it and tells me to hit it. After I took a big hit and he tells me to hold it in as long as I can. Even though it tasted funny I did what he said then blew it out. I felt something strange come over me, it felt real good. He told me it was crack then gave me another hit, and was hooked. I asked him for another hit and he told me to come with with him for some more. Without question I went with him deep in the hood. He took me to a dark room in an old abandoned house and barricaded us in. He lit a candle and we smoked some more rock. He gave me some kinda pill to take then he told me to strip naked. He made me hand him my clothes and lay face down on a blanket in the middle of the room. After he hid my cloths I was totally vulnerable and realized my wallet and stuff were still in my pockets. He told me I'd get them back later on as he knelt behind me feeling my butt. I hear him unbuckle his pants and pull his zipper down. I knew what was fixing to happen but I was so high too under his influence, I just submitted to him. He spits and lubes the head of his black cock as he blows out the candle. He spreads my buns, feeling my little hole he says "dang boy you's so tight it's gonna feel good tearin' it up." He puts some spit on my hole then I feel his rock hard cock pressing into my tight bud. I felt a sharp pain as his slippery head popped into my hole I told him it hurt. "Naw, it feels good, I ain't stopping. You might as well bite that blanket till you get used to it." I did as he told me and he started working his cock deeper in me. I laid my head down right on top of something that felt a used rubber. I realized he was fucking me raw and it was too late to stop it. His thrusts got stronger the deeper he got, but as the pill kicked in the pain got dulled. "boy this ass so good, i'm about to nut." He pounds away for a few more minutes then I feel him cum in my ass. I thought he was going to stop but he kept on fucking me. His nut lubed my hole good and he easily got his black cock all the way in. He pauses to whisper in my ear, "this ass mine now. you feel that big black dick?" He starts fucking my ass real good and I passed out from the pill. When I woke up I was still getting fucked and my ass was raw and hurting. I tried to look behind me but a hand pushed my head back down, and a strange voice says keep yo head down. I was being fucked by another black guy with an even bigger dick, I bit down on the blanket. "That's right boy, you know who the man is now. Take that big black dick." As he fucked me he whispers directly in my ear "You know it feel good, you love it." His words put me in his trance, "yes, sir" He starts long dicking me and nuts deep in me.

Last night I was out at a bar and started talking to these two guys while trying to order a drink. They were visiting from the Netherlands for some work convention. Both guys were tall, brownish blonde hair and toned. At around midnight, they asked if I wanted to come back to their hotel and hangout some more. I said yes and we went to the hotel. In their room, we drank some more and smoked some weed before they started to feel me up and we started to make out. Both guys were pretty aggressive and i was immediately shoved to my knees. They took their cocks out and I began to rotate between sucking them, soaking up all their precum. After about 20 minutes of this, one of the guys moved behind me and start rubbing my hole with his dick. He grabbed some lube and started working a finger inside of me. He probably could tell I wanted it when I started to push back on his fingers because he quickly pulled them out and started rubbing his dick on my hole again. I could feel my hole opening and the head of his cock sliding in from the lube and precum. He asked me if I wanted him to keep going, I assume he was testing to see if I would let him fuck me raw because I told him to keep going. Both guys said something to each other in Dutch and he kept pushing into me. The guy in front of me slowed pumping his cock down my throat and held some poppers under my nose and the guys behind me was inside me up to his balls. He started fucking me in steady pace, pulling out almost the way with each thrust. With more poppers I was moaning and leaking precum like crazy. The guy in front my held my face as he was gagging me on his 8 inch cock. I lost track of time and it felt like hours the guy behind was pounding at my ass. He started to pick up the pace and said he was going to cum. I managed to shout out a “give it to me!” and he pushed me down on the bed and slammed into my ass. I could feel what felt like 4-5 ropes of cum shooting inside my hole. He lay on top of me for a second and then without pulling out, started to fuck me again. He did this for a few minutes more before the other guy asked for his turn. They swapped positions and the other guys started to fuck me on my back. The first guy held my hands above my head and he rubbed his cummy dick all over my face. The second guys was a lot faster in his pace and I could feel his cock pushing cum deep inside me. It wasn’t long before he was moaning and shouting things in Dutch at me and he started to shoot his load inside me. He pulled out and cum started to leak out of my ass. The first guy came back over and slide his dick back inside me, using all that cum for lube. They traded me back and forth again until they each blew another load inside of me. Eventually, awe passed out on the bed. When I woke up, the second guy pulled me into the shower and fucked one last time up against the glass while the first guy filmed it on his phone. They both came inside me one last time before they sent me on my way. It was so hot and I had cum leaking out of my ass the entire Uber ride home.

Part 7 Benji had just swallowed John's cum and as he savored the remnants of the taste in his mouth he thought how he’d never imagined that he could have so much fun with another man as he had had over the past few hours. Growing up with the indoctrination of the ‘norm' to be with a woman, that he’d not only allowed strange men to fuck him, but to fuck him raw and cum inside his ass. The thought of it all felt so natural and right to him. Although there was still something nagging at him that said this was also dangerous and risky, but the pleasure of the moment was winning out as he continued to give into the pleasure and the sleazy thoughts he was having. Now that John was time with him he sat on the bed not sure what was next. John opened the door letting a David come into the room. David was dressed and had Benji’s clothes I his hand. He tossed then to the teen on the bed telling him, “Get dressed and we can go to my place so we can continue to fuck.” While Benji put his clothes on he could hear John and David talking, but want able to have everything they said out clearly. John: “You found another good piece of ass my friend. Here's the $500 prize money. The kid did earn a few tips, totaling $135.” John handed David two envelopes. David: “Thanks. I sure he’ll appreciate the cash. It’ll be a consolation prize after he learns his fate.” John: “You’re going to tell him?” David: “I’ve got 3 friends that want to fuck and breed him. They are slammers and will only fuck a bottom that slams. They're into dirty, perverted talk andwon’t be so secretive about what he’s really getting.” John: “You are you making a video of this right?” David: “Absolutely. I’ll should have it available by Monday.” John: “Make sure he knows about our members, I’m sir he’ll be needing more cock during the week. Does he have an appointment with Arthur?” David: “Yes on Wednesday.” John: “Excellent, once he's working at b Arthur’s club he’ll fall deeper into the PnP scene. I should let you get going, I’m sure he’s going to want more cock and cum soon.” Benji really didn’t understand what the two talked about as he got dressed. David looked at him saying, “OK cum slut, let’s go back to my place. I want to get into that ass of yours as breed it over as over again.” David walked out of the bedroom when Benji quickly following. He didn’t realize it yet, but John was right, he was starting to get the need for a cock inside his ass delivering a nice, creamy load of cum. The two got into David’s car and off they drove. David looked at Benji and recognized the need in his eyes as he let the newbie cock hound know, “I know you need more cock, it should only take about 20 minute to get to my place.” Benji nodded that he understood. The hunger he felt making it a little difficult for him to process words. Twenty minutes later they were pulling up to a nice down town high rise where David owned a condo. After parking his car, they got out and Benji followed like a puppy to the elevators where they went up to David’s condo. Once inside David told Benji, “Why don’t you get comfortable while I grab us something to drink.” Benji looked around the condo seeing a nice big screen TV across from a spacious couch. He kicked off his shoes, sat down on the couch and waited for David to return. David came back into the room buck, ass naked holding a couple GHB spiked Gatorades. Looking at Benji he said in a commanding voice, “I told you to get more comfortable.” Benji got the message looking at a naked David, stood up and quickly stripped. He was then handed a bottle of Gatorade and told to drink. David quickly cash the entire 12 ounce bottle and like a good boy, Benji followed his lead getting a healthy dose of G a long with it. David was already heating up a bowl of Tinasas Benji was putting the empty bottle down. David took a hit from the smoking pipe before handing it to Benji. His desire for a cock in his ass was only matched by his need for the drug he was smoking. Little did he know how much that need for Tina was going to grow after he would get slammed for the first time. After David was satisfied with the 3 clouds the new Tina whore blew, he moved closer telling sure tweaking teen, “Of you want this fuck stick inside your ass you better get it hard.” Benji got right on his knees and took David’s soft cock into his mouth. As it grew the cock sucker quickly took the length into his throat not gagging one bit as it snaked further into the box gullet. David was impressed at the improvement and skill the teen had acquired over one night, but then again, he was a natural at all he had been experiencing the past several hours. Once David was at full mast he decide to choke the cum slut before giving him the fucking be deserved but being a good cum slut at the party. He put his hand on the back of Benji’s head and forced his cock deeper into his cock sucker's throat. After holding it there, lodged inside and cutting off his ability to breathe further established his dominance and control over the newbie. Benji began to fight for the ability to breathe as the cock forced deeper in his throat blocked his airway. As his lack of oxygen stared to affect him after a couple minutes and David could feel his strength beginning to fade, he withdrew his rock hard cock from Benji’s throat. Turning and walking away from the teen as he gasped for air he told his beaten down boy, “If you want to get fucked you better get your ass in the bedroom.” Benji quickly moved to follow his dominant stud as he scrambled to follow him into the bedroom. He was barely inside the door when he David commanded, “Get your ass in the bed on all fours and face the TV.” Without any hesitation Benji got on the bed as he was told. As he faced the TV, David fiddled with his laptop, then turning on the TV and saying, “Here’s side porn to keep you in the mood.” With the Tina and G flowing through his body he didn’t need anything else to keep him in the mood, but the porn would fuel the fire more as the home made porn showed a narrator 18 year old twink getting hang banged by three jocks. As Benji watched the action on the TV, he was wishing he was the kid I the video. I a coupe of hours he was going to be the star of his own porno. The three jocks he was watching would be at David’s soon enough. David had the volume at a level where it could barely be heard. As Benji tried to listen to what was being said in the video David slammed his cock inside his ass. What he was able hear, or recognize, were similar to what he had said to the guys that fucked him at the party. Then he thought he heard one of the jocks say something about pozzing or poz cum, but that thought quickly left his brain as he was repeatedly slam fucked. David fucked him in every position imaginable cumming inside his ass 5 times when he figure the twink would be a bit of a break, some more G before the jocks showed up. Pulling his cock out of Benji without any warning was just where tactic to establish control over the new born cum slut. David headed for the kitchen telling Benji, “Take a seat back on the couch.” Benji dutifully complied with the instructions. It didn’t take long until David returned with G laced Gatorade for the twink. David told him, “Drink all of your Gatorade, my guests well be here any minute.” Benji wanted to ask about the guests David was taking about, but before he could ask David went on, “I know you will like them, give been watching some of their handy work with the twink in the video I was playing.” Benji’s mind began to race thinking he was going to get fucked like the twink I in the video as he began to drink his Gatorade. He noticed a strange taste when he began to drink the bottle. A hard knock on the door followed by David saying, “There here, you better finish that Gatorade quick.” As a naked David open the door letting the 20 something jocks into the condo, Benji was putting the empty bottle down. The jocks knew that the ample amount of G would take effect soon enough and with the slam of Tina that they intend to give him shortly he was gong to be their fuck toy for the next few hours. David introduce Benji to the three never really telling him their names telling Benji that there banners weren’t important. Each jock walked up to the drugged up teen, pulled his hardening cock out to test the twink’s cock sucking ability. Benji did not disappoint taking each jock’s cock down to the root. After each jock was done trying his throat, they each went directly into the bedroom and got naked when Benji following the last one into David’s bedroom. Once Benji was in the bedroom one of the jocks told him, “Get on your back on the bed.” Thec was starting to hit him as he tried to quickly do as he was told. The jocks recognized this as 2 of the jocks helped him into the bed, the third was getting the prepare slams out. While all that was going on, David had his video camera in hand, a long with a couple he had mounted in the room, was ready to record Benji’s final corruption. Benji was kind of out of it when one of the jocks said to him, “The three of us are going to slam, will you slam with us?” Not really knowing what they asked him he agreed. Once jock moved right in with point in hand, placed the tourniquet on his right arm and slid the needle into a fat vein. After getting the red flash the contents were emptied into Benji’s vein. David had a close up of all the action of the slam before concentrating on the newbie face as he was about to ride the waves of his first slam. The tourniquet was removed and as the drugs began to flow Benji's eyes opened wide as he coughed out hard 4, 5 times before saying, “OH FUCK!” The jock who had administered his slam asked him, “Are you enjoying you first slam?” Benji answered and asked, “Fuck, I feel great, what did you to me?” The one jock told him, “I just gave you a slam, I injected Tina directly into your vein. Just as they are doing to themselves.” He pointed to the other two jocks at they administered their own slams with Benji watching intently. The jock who gave Benji his slam then did his own as the other two jocks coughed out then moved in on Benji. The teen unknowingly was playing with his soft Tina dick and throbbing hole. One jock hit between the teen's legs, pushing his legs back exposing his hole and diving in face first to get a taste of the twink’s ass. The other two moved towards his head (one on each side) to feed him their cocks to suck. The jock eating his ass was working on getting him nice and wet, but after discovering that his ass was filled with cum he changed it up and lined his cock up with the kids cum filled ass. As he was pushing the full length of his 9” cock inside the still rushing teen he said, “His slut already has a lot of cum in his ass. It’s time to add my charged load to the mix.” Then looking down at Benji asking, “You ready to get knocked up?” While switching off suckling the two cocks he nodded his head ‘Yes’. The jock fucking him began to long dick him from the start. As he tried to suck the cocks in font of his face each jock began to force the full length of his cock into the teen's throat. His moans were from both the pleasure and pain of being fucked at both ends. When the jock in his ass was ready to deliver his toxic payload be began to thrust in deeper then Benji thought possible as the cocks he was sucking were taken away. They wanted him concentrating on the imminent breeding. After the first jock filled Benji’s ass with his poz cum one of the other jocks took his turn breeding the newbie slut. This went on for a coupe hours. After each jock dumped at least 3 loads each inside the well fucked ass of the newly born cum slut. It was imprinted permanently on his brain that he’d bed cock breeding him from now on. As Benji was about to be inoculated with the last load he was going to receive, the jock fucking him said, “Look at me bitch. You’ve really become a cum slut letting everyone dump their cum inside your ass. Do you know what you’ve been getting from everyone who dump their spooge into you? You know that your fate is pretty much sealed and there’s no turning back. Take my gift slut, I know you’re going to eventual accept your new status.”

This happened quite a few years ago when I was still together with my partner. I've never told anyone about this before but it was one of the horniest experiences I ever had. It happened when my partner's nephew, Sean, was staying with us for a couple of days. Sean was 30, small and slim, with dark hair and glasses. He was quite quiet and serious looking but had had a cheeky grin and a wicked sense of humour. He had been in a relationship with a guy he met at uni for several years and had split from him about six months previously. My partner told me that Sean would be staying with us for a couple of nights whilst he was in London for work and of course I said that would be fine. I liked Sean and got on well with him. I asked how Sean was getting on since he had split with his boyfriend and my partner said he seemed to be fine and was enjoying playing the field a bit. I said that was natural and my partner agreed. He frowned and looked a bit worried as he added "but I don't think he always plays safe....." Sean arrived a few days later. He was on a two day course in London and was out during the day. In the evening we had dinner together and on the Friday night we went out for a meal and a drink. I enjoyed Sean's company and a couple of times when my partner went to the bar he flirted with me a little which I enjoyed. On the Saturday morning my partner left early to go to work and I had a bit of a lie in. I heard Sean getting up and taking a shower and while he was in the shower I thought I would get up and make us some coffee. I pulled on a pair of jogging bottoms and went downstairs to the kitchen. After a while I heard Sean coming down the stairs and he joined me in the kitchen wearing only a dark blue T shirt and a pair of white Calvin Klein briefs that didn't leave very much to the imagination. "Morning" he said cheerfully as he took the coffee I offered him. We chatted for a while and once again I was conscious that he seemed to be flirting with me. I knew I should probably go upstairs and get properly dressed but I didn't really want to. I was enjoying chatting to Sean (and also enjoying seeing him in just his T shirt and pants!). After a while the conversation turned to relationships and Sean told me about the split from his partner. He said he was enjoying being single and added that he was getting a lot more sex than he had got in the last couple of years in his relationship. He grinned and I couldn't help grinning back. I could feel myself getting turned on and I was fairly sure Sean was too. I never thought for a minute that anything was going to happen beyond harmless flirting but then Sean told me he had always thought I was really fit. He said that he had always liked guys with hairy chests and then added that he also liked older guys. He was looking straight at me as he said "I've done it with quite a few older guys lately." I knew I should not let things go any further but I was really turned on now and I could see that Sean's cock was now sticking up in his pants. I didn't stop him as he reached out and began to run his hand over my chest. My cock was hard now too and soon we were kissing and his hand was on my cock. I didn't stop him as he pulled my joggers down and began to wank me and then got down on his knees and began to suck my cock. I couldn't have stopped him now even if I had wanted to - he was giving me one of the best blow jobs I had ever had and I could easily have let him suck me until I unloaded in his mouth but I didn't want this to end. I pulled him up and and kissed him again and then I got down on my knees. I pulled his pants down and his cock sprang out. I took it into my mouth and began to suck him. He sighed and I felt his cock grow even harder. "Mmm" he moaned" That's fucking good." I sucked him for a bit longer and then indicated to him to turn around. He didn't hesitate. He turned round, pulled his pants right down and pushed his arse out. I pulled his cheeks apart and pushed my tongue into his hole. His arse was smooth but his hole was quite hairy. I pushed my tongue right up him and began to lick his arse. He moaned and pushed his arse back into my face. I licked him for while and then stood up. He pushed his arse out and looked over his shoulder. "Fuck me." he said. I wondered if he would mention condoms but he didn't. He moaned as I began to push the head of my cock into his arse. My cock slid up him surprisingly easily and soon I was right up him. I gave him a moment to get used to my cock and then I began to fuck him. He leaned forward and said "Oh fuck, yeah!" as I started to fuck him. I didn't hold back - I fucked him right there in the kitchen, bent over with his pants down and my bare cock up his fit young arse. "Fuck me." he moaned, "fuck me!" I began to fuck him harder as he pushed his arse back against me and moaned. I was getting close now and I took hold of his hips and began to fuck him even harder as he moaned and urged me on. I fucked him until I couldn't hold off any longer. I told him I was going to cum and he moaned "Fuck yeah!" I hadn't cum for several days and soon I was shooting a massive load of cum deep into his unprotected arse. When I had finished cumming I pulled out and he stood up. He pulled me towards him and we kissed again and then he pushed me down and I took his cock into my mouth and began to suck him off until I was rewarded with a mouthful of cum. We were both out of breath as we pulled our pants up and he grinned at me. We had some breakfast and a little later we went upstairs where I fucked him again and dumped another load deep in his arse. I split with my partner not long after that and never got together with Sean again. Fortunately my partner never knew that I had fucked his nephew bareback and loaded up his arse - once in the kitchen and once in our bed.

i have a small hairless limp dick . most tops i meet are agressive n abusive n dont care about my cock n weather in enjoying or getting off , i love those men the best who see my tiny cock n make fun or abuse it , slap me n punch me in the groin as punishment

These stories remind me of something that just happened couple of days ago. I was watching this dude who had just turned 18 years old for several weeks, trying to figure out if he was gay or what. My gaydar was going off the chart every time I saw him. He was kind of the Frat looking college boy who happened to live in the same apartment building as do I. One night after I was undressed, watching TV which I always do. It was around 9:00 P.M. and I heard a knock at the door. I could not imagine who the hell it was, so I pulled-on a pair of jeans and answered the door. It was that damn kid. I just stood there with my mouth, open, probably. It turned out he had lost his house key and wanted to know if I had a credit card or something that he could use to open his door as he didn't want to call the manager, thereby incurring the charge. "Sure," I answered, and, finding an old used up Wal-Mart card, handed it to him. "Thanks. I'll bring it right back. Oh, in case you don't know, I'm in 209." Now I have seen him with a girl now and then but nothing looked too serious. Needless to say, after shutting the door behind him, my hormones started racing, thinking of all kinds of things I could do to this boy. Now I had at least 20 years on him, but figured I could teach him a lesson or two. I had no poppers or anything else, but did have plenty of cold beer so I worked-up a plan for his return. My cock stirring and being a top, I was really thinking 'Hmmmm. Tonight is the night to get this guy, who I suspect is a virgin'. I have been poz for quite a few years and really never thought of gifting it. I also didn't really give it much thought at the moment other then this boy's nice looks and slender body. He must have weighed 135 to 140 lbs. Well, I was as ready as I could be. He came back within a few minutes, saying he had opened the door, but apologized because the card was mangled. Thank god it was un-usable anyway. So I casually asked him to come in and have a beer with me. Happily he accepted my invitation, and sat on the couch with a cold one. I had a movie on that just started that I had pay per view. So he from what I saw was interested in the movie so things went smoothly from there. After he had guzzled down about 8 beers during the movie, he got up and went to take a piss. Not surprisingly he was a bit off balance some on the way upstairs to the bath room. "Hmmm" again I said to myself, "This might be my only time and should take advantage of it." Now this guy was as cute as they came. Being 18 he had his boyish looks and swimmers build, I could only imagine what was under those baggy clothes. He came back down and asked if I minded he had another beer. "Of course not!" I said cheerfully. The movie ended and was on regular TV and we just made small talk and he was slurring and telling me that it was his first time at really getting buzzed and it felt good. He was sitting on the couch next to me and I got up and got a beer also, But I was no way near drinking as much as was he. I came back and sat closer to him of course and he looked slightly tired and I just let things happen. I casually reached over and put my hand on his leg and asked him if he was ok. Sure he said. But I kept my hand on his leg. Half way from his knee to his crotch. He did not move and of course my cock started to stir. Maybe just maybe tonight was my lucky night. I had not gotten off in days so had a good load brewing. I got a little brave and took my hand off his leg and then said something funny to him and slapped him on the leg and my hand of course was a little higher up his leg this time and I kept it there. I was sporting a tent in my jeans as I proudly can say I am well hung, uncut, and thick about 9 inches and 6 inches in girth. So there was not much room once things started stirring, if you know what I mean. I decided then I would get up and go to the kitchen and get some chips and of course let him see me getting aroused. I watched him and his eyes locked right on my crotch. Brought back the chips and gave him a bowl and sat down next to him again. Now I could not tell with the baggy pants if he was getting hard or it was just a wrinkle in his pants but I kept a very eagle eye on it and kept reaching down to get chips from the bowl resting in his lap making the bowl move a little each time I did this. Finally I came to the conclusion this beer-induced lad was getting horny, so I went for it. No more playing around. I removed the bowl and reached over and groped his crotch and yeah, I was right he was getting hard. He did not push my hand away but he said that he was straight and if anything happened then I was to forget about it and that just got me going more. A straight boy! Either he was lying or he was being truthful - whichever, I had to get some of his ass! I told him to stand and we stood up and of course now I was bulging a big ol hard on and I took his hand and put it on my crotch. He said "Damn" and I told him to take off his shirt which he did in a flash. He was hot and bothered. Just the way I wanted him to be. Nice body, I just could not believe it. Nice and slim just the way I like them and very little hair above his belly button. I fumbled as I was kind of nervous with his snap on his pants as I was not sure how far I could go. And then unzipped him. His pants fell to the floor. He already had his shoes off as I make people take their shoes off when they come into the house. So only thing left was the boxers which was tenting beautifully. I reached down and squeezed his hard on and he kind of groaned. I then told him to step out of his pants and to follow me upstairs to the bedroom where the lighting was dim. He staggered up behind me still hard and I got him up in the bedroom and told him to sit down on the bed but before he did that to shed the boxers. Which he did. Out popped a very nice looking juicy cut cock with average shaft. But at the same time I saw his ass in the mirror, Nice bubble butt cheeks. Damn this made me really want it. So I slowly dropped to my knees and took his cock into my mouth and started sucking on it. He moaned and said he always wondered what that would feel like. I had me a pure virgin here. I asked him if he had been with any girls and he said "not yet." He was still too shy around them so they even though he was cute kind of stayed away. He was sitting down so I decided it was time to show my glory and unbuttoned my pants and dropped them to the floor and stepped out of them. I also had boxers on but it was very obvious I was horny. I then dropped my boxers and he looked at my uncut clean cock and said "damn" again. He said he never seen one that big only in pictures and I got closer to him and I said "taste it" He said "No, I',m straight. I replied "Look nobody will know but you and me and I really want you to suck my cock and I will suck yours." Of course I had other plans for him, but he didn't need to know that just then. So He got my root into his mouth and I pulled the skin back so he could get at the head. He could not take much of it as he would gag, so I got back on my knees and said "lay down and I will do yours." I sucked him for a few minutes and thank god for the beer, He was not a quick cummer. But I could feel the cum slowly filling his nuts and knew if I kept on I would get him off. Of course I was all in my glory as this is what I had wanted for months after he had moved in next to me. I told him to get on the bed and be doggie style and I would teach him a new trick. He readily did so asking why. I got behind him and slowly licked his back and down to his crack and then I got to the cherry. I licked it and tongue fucked it for several minutes with him saying it felt so damn good. He was glad that he was there but not to tell a soul. I promised I wouldn't. I had lube within reach which was baby oil, and I made as if I intended to give him a massage. He seemed to be keen on that so I dribbled some down his crack and slowly stuck my middle finger in. Not much but just a little and he bucked off. But I kept after him until finally he just gave up and let me put my finger up his ass. I did this until I could get 2 fingers up there and did not want to press my luck. I then without him noticing it lubed up my cum filled cock and knew damn well this was going to hurt. I almost felt sorry for him but I just had to have a piece of his ass. I got behind him and the skin was over my cock head again, but that was ok. It would move back when I did the deed. I took my legs and knees and slowly but surely spread his legs apart some more so he was really lined up. I then was ready. I put my cock head near his cherry hole and he felt what was coming and said "Hell no, You're not doing that." I of course knew all the tricks and replied "I need to get off all I want to do is put the head in and I will stop and beat off and shoot all over your back." After long moments I finally convinced him. More lube as this guy had no idea what was going to really happen to him. I stuck my cock head against his hole and slowly pushed in. He said "Dude that hurts like hell and you don't have a rubber. I said "sorry" and that I didnt need one as I was not going to cream up inside of him [Yeah! Right!] I again told him to just bite down and it would only hurt for a minute and I pressed on. I could feel my cock head slowly go past his pucker hole and the skin pulled slowly back as I went in. I just kept it there and stroked my cock for a few minutes and pressed a little more. It was like a "pop." The head was in and no protest. But I knew I still had to get the 9 inches into him and had a long way to go. I was where I wanted to be so I leaned somewhat on his back kissing and tongueing his back. He seemed to like it. Now I was ready for more and this was the end of the game. I did not want to hurt him or really rip him apart but definitely wanted all-the-way-in. I pressed onwards and sliding the shaft in. He protested, I said "dude, just hang on. Trust me - you're not gonna believe how great this will feel." You know those famous words. I then positioned myself so I could hold on to his somewhat bony waist and held on and I slowly but surely pressed on. I was half in and was fucking him with half of my cock and still he was protesting and that also I did not have a condom. I knew I was going to breed him tonight if it was the last thing I did. So with a quick movement his legs went out beneath him and on his stomach he went. I was still in him and was laying on his back with my weight on top of him. I was somewhat bigger then him so I had the advantage. I then said the hell with it. My cock head was in and about another 3 or 4 inches of the shaft. It was time for breeding. I then grabbed him around the chest and gave him a body hug, licked his ear and away I went. I sunk the rest of my thick cock into him all the way to the pubes. He let out a yell but that did not bother me. I just kept it there and let him get use to having it up his tight ass. It was hot. Here I was in a virgin ass with my thick pole. A piece of ass I have not had for some time. I then slowly pulled some out and put it back in. He just laid there kind of stunned at what was happening. His sweet ass was getting bred. I said the hell with it then and slowly pumped him until I was taking my cock out to almost the part of the head pulled out. I could even feel the foreskin go over the head a little and then I would slam it back in. It felt to a point that he was arching his back up in the air to take it. But it might have been my imagination. However this went on for what seemed quite awhile and he said "Don't cum in me" and I said "of course not." Little did he know. I had him right where I wanted him. I told him to slowly get to his knees as I wanted to make sure I was in to the hilt. He did and without my cock falling out. I then slowly picked up my speed as I knew I was going to cum pretty soon. This was too hot for me to handle. I reached around and made his cock hard and slowly stroked it with precum leaking out of it. Then the urge hit me. I pulled my cock out to the end for the last time and buried it deep into his ass up to the pubes of my bushy hair and felt my balls slap against his at the same time as I had low hangers but they were full. I was there, I shot my poz load deep inside of his tight ass. And I kept it there for a minute or so with him bitching that I had cum up his ass when he asked me not to. I was in no way getting soft and rested a minute and slowly started again. I fucked him hard and earnest for at least another 20 minutes and did the same thing and shot another poz load deep in his ass. Only he didn't know my cum was a special gift. I was done for the time being so let it get soft and fall out. It had a tinge of pink on it so I knew I had done some damage. I rolled him over and sucked on his cock and in no time he shot a huge load down my throat. He then just laid there as a rag doll, falling in and out of sleep. I cleaned up any goo that was left dripping down his sweet cock and told myself just one more load and I will be nice and let him go. I slowly turned him over and he did not protest this time. He knew it was coming and nothing he could do about it. I spread his legs and dipped my cock back into his pozzed filled cum hole and was off again. I did not need lube this time he had plenty of cum for that so I grinded my cock into him thrust after thrust and he said he was getting sore. That was ok, I thought and kept going. I put my hands and arms around his waist and lifted his ass up to my cock everytime I shoved my cock into him so he would get all that he could. I again shot another load. This was for some reason a long one. It was like I was never going to stop shooting. But of course I did. I pulled out and told him he could go home now if he wanted. He asked if I minded he just lay there for the night and I said hell no. We drifted off to sleep as he did not want to get off again. I woke up around 3:00 A.M. and had another raging hard on. And he was in the right exact position to get him again. I threw back the covers and lubed my cock and mounted him. He was sleeping but he woke up real fast when I shoved my thick 9 inches into him. I fucked him again for about 30 minutes and gave him his 4th load of poz cum. Then I reached over and felt a semi hard on so I toked on that until I got it real hard and sucked on it till he busted a nut. Then we fell asleep in earnest. Woke the next morning and he begged me not to tell anyone and I said "no way" but I wanted him to come over once in awhile just to play. He did not seem to keen on that but he did like looking at my swinging big cock. It was about 3 months after that I saw him going into the local ABS. He was not saying much to me, but even so, having broken him in, I would get him and his sweet tasting, tight ass. He was now 'one of the boys' so to speak. And if he did fuck some cunt then she was going to get pozzed. I suspect he he knew he was pozzed and did not want to tell me. I also think after I had de-flowered him, he had played around some with other guys. Otherwise I should think he would have come back to me and bitched me out about pozzing him. He didn't so that told me that he didn't really know who pozzed him, and I had done my job well. Even if he was straight, he still got bred, and had no more worries. After all, he was now one of the boys. In all shape and manner.

My partner and I did a long weekend down south to get away from the cold. We try to do this as often as possible in the winter. Stayed at a gay resort in FTL, clothing optional, with a nice pool and hot tub area. The weather was pretty decent while we were there, so the pool area was active most afternoons and evenings. There was a nice mix of guys in their 40s, 50s and 60s at the resort, and it appeared some men came in on a day pass. There’s no playroom at this place, but that doesn’t slow down the sexual energy. There’s plenty of friskiness to be enjoyed. Some guys are very friendly, while there are always a few who just keep to themselves. One afternoon they hosted a little happy hour out by the pool. Nothing fancy, but still a nice opportunity to have a few cocktails and chat with other guys. My partner Shane and I threw on our bathing suits and joined the milling crowd. I chatted with a couple guys from Texas and MInnesota who were spending a couple weeks down there. I also appreciated the bartender was a heavy pourer and I was starting to enjoy a little buzz. Shane was chatting it up with some guys near the hot tub. He looked hot standing there in his blue speedo, his ample cock filling out the front nicely. There were casuals pets and tugs happening around the happy hour as guys flirted with one another. About 45 minutes into the event, I noticed an older bearish guy, silver-white hair, husky, with a trim beard wearing an orange speedo come up behind Shane and start rubbing his shoulders. I recognized the guy as someone who had been around the pool last night, and had chatted with Shane and a few others. He was charismatic and humorous, as I remembered, though I couldn’t recall much about him. I grabbed another drink and joined another conversation. I noticed that the daddy continued rubbing Shane’s shoulders, but was now also slowly grinding against Shane’s ass. Shane for his part had stopped participating in the conversation near him, and was slipping into his non-verbal sexual state. His hands reached back and touched the silver-haired daddy who was methodically seducing him. He started grinding his ass back against the guy’s bulging speedo, which was no longer completely containing the hardon. Finally I saw the guy lean toward Shane’s ear, say something, and Shane silently nodded. They quickly disappeared through the foliage, and then I caught of glimpse of them making their way to the guest rooms. It looked like they may head to our room. I chatted a few minutes more as the bar was closing up for happy hour. Guys were discussing dinner plans. I took that opportunity to slip away and head toward our room. I listened at the door, and thought I heard noise inside — tough to always tell through these metal doors. I unlocked the door quietly and stepped inside quickly and silently so as not to disturb anything. There was an intense sexual energy in the room. Shane was already impaled on the guy’s cock, the bear laying on his back on the bed while Shane bucked and bounced on his thick meat. He was riding hard, grunting and breathing heavy as he took that cock. The bear pushed a bottle of poppers under Shane’s nose — “Take a good hit, boy. You’ll need it.” Shane’s face was a total cock lust — a look I’ve seen plenty of times. I knew he was totally captivated by this guy’s dick inside him, and was going to do whatever he told. The bear obviously figured that out, too. ”Ride it, boy. This is what you wanted. Daddy’s cock in your hole.” i started jerking off,tucked behind a screen off the side of the room where I wouldn’t be intrusive. I love watching Shane get fucked, and this promised to be a hot show. Shane leaned forward, bracing his arms against the bear’s chest. The guy started thrusting upward hard and deep, driving grunts and gasps out of his bottom boy. They fucked intensely for nearly 10 minutes as I watched. Then Shane slowed down and slid off. The cock that emerged from his ass was like a torpedo — no wonder he was making so much noise getting fucked! It looked to be 7 1/2-8 inches long, and was girthy all around the middle before tapering to a nice head that could penetrate the tightest hole. Shane collapsed onto the bed, rolling onto his back. The bear was up and kneeling in front of Shane. “Show me your hole.” Shane complied, raising his legs and spreading them to expose his hole. The bear positioned himself and plunged inside, driving a gasp from Shane. “That’s it boy. It’s supposed to hurt a little. You knew you wanted this cock down by the pool. Now take it.” The guy proceeded to fuck Shane senseless. He was pounding hard, his balls slapping against Shane’ ass — I could hear it across the room — using the younger man’s ass for his pleasure. I could almost feel what Shane was experiencing in his ass. The thick raw cock stretching his hole wide, filling him with each plunging thrust, feeling empty each time it pulled out, and desperate to have it inside him again. He was completely given over to the ecstasy being fucked, and anticipating what more was to come. “I’m gonna mark your ass, boy. That’s right. You’re gonna be bred.” Shane looked up excitedly, breathing heavy with his hot body spread wide open for the pounding he was taking. The bear was grunting, a deep, growling sound. “Oh, boy. You’re gonna be my cumdump. That’s what you wanted down by the pool. Wasn’t it?” Shane was beyond being able to speak — he just nodded excitedly, breathing heavy, and looking with total surrender at the guy using him. The bear pounded into him, his thrusts fast and powerful. He was going for the gold here. He let out a string of grunts, his body slamming hard into Shawn’s spread ass, holding it there for a second, and then thrusting again as he grunted. He was unleashing streams of cum inside Shane’s waiting ass. He gave a feel final thrusts, relishing the tight, warm hole he’d been using. Then he pulled out, shuffled up the bed to Shane head, “Clean off Daddy’s dick,” and he pushed his raw cock into Shane’s open mouth. “ That’s it. Clean every drop of cum off it. Taste your ass on my dick.” Shane moaned his agreement, never taking his mouth off the cock that had just bred him. “That’s it, boy. I knew you were a cum whore. That’s eat. Show me how much you loved Daddy’s cock.” The energy in the room was fading. Shane would not cum, and the bear had no further use for him at the moment. He’d seduce Shane again the next night, and take him to a friend’s room where they would both breed his hot ass. Shane would describe to me how they passed him back and forth, fucking his face and ass until they both filled him with their cum. This is one of the reasons I love staying at gay resorts and on gay cruises. If you enjoyed this story of our exploits, let me know with a message and/or an uprating. I’ll keep sharing so long as people are reading — and hopefully getting off to them.

Grindr: Matt4BB As I walked home from the restaurant I thought about the last few days. I did not know about Ben and Brandon, but the four guys who had fucked me at the lake were poz, as was Ricardo. And as for Danny, he claimed he “didn’t know” but probably was based on who he had been having sex with. I had heard of post-exposure prophylaxis, but if either or both of Ben or Brandon were poz it was probably too late for that. Fuck it! Getting loads up my ass was worth the risk. By the time I got home Aiden was awake and drinking coffee on the deck. He was interacting intensely with his phone and did not notice as I approached. “Any coffee left” I asked, knowing full well that I had walked past the half full pot in the kitchen on my way out to the deck. Aiden rapidly killed whatever app he was busy with and looked up from his phone to comment. I couldn’t help but notice that he looked guilty about something; He could never hide it very well. Interesting! “Gee Babe, you were gone a long time. Have fun at the lake?” I noticed that the guilty expression had turned into a little smirk as he said it and I was a more than a little unsettled. Did Aiden suspect anything? “Well, yeah I guess. It’s a nice morning and there were lots of shirtless hot guys in tight shorts to look at. And a couple of those guys filled out their shorts really well!” “I worry about you sometimes Greg. The lustful way you look at other guys. It’s very unsettling and quite embarrassing when some of our friends comment on it. I’ve been told that a lot of guys go to the lake looking for sex, and I cannot imagine what they would say if they knew that you went there without me.” Yeah, some of our friends would have no problem with that I thought, and then responded to him. “Don’t be silly. I’d never do anything like that. I’d never cheat you and hook up with strangers. Not only would that destroy our relationship, but anyone would be a fool to take those sorts of risks.” I knew I was being a total hypocrite standing there with two loads up my ass, one of them definitely poz and the other unknown. “Yeah. Don’t ever get any ideas about fucking around behind my back. Because that would be the end of us. You understand? Don’t ever cheat!” “Of course, dummy, I get it. No lectures required. Now I’m going to the kitchen to get a mug of coffee.” As I walked inside I swear I heard a Grindr notification on his phone. Hmm. Was someone busy behind my back perhaps? Two can play at that game, except of course, I’d already played my game that morning while he was still asleep. I poured myself a mug of coffee and fired up Grindr on my phone. Thankfully I had logged out since the last time I had used it. I quickly created a new profile with pretty much nothing in it. Well damn me. There was a faceless profile for “A”, 0 feet from me. I quickly glanced at his profile, sure sounded a lot like him, except for the very first line: Looking to get fucked bareback and bred. No loads refused. Aiden wanted to get fucked did not surprise me in the least, but bareback did. Where was Mr. Super Safe now? The rest of the profile matched him perfectly, leaving very little doubt that it was him. I quickly logged out. I didn’t want Aiden to realize that there was someone online only a few feet from him. I went and stood at the kitchen window and stood watching him. He was obviously chatting with someone on Grindr. As he was tapping on the screen with his right hand I saw him slip his left hand into his shorts, where I imagined he was working on his hard-on. The fucking hypocritical slut. Only a few minutes before he had been lecturing me on the evils of cheating. OK dude. GAME ON. I’m going to get you, not right now, later when I have the evidence to take you down. My anger was not because he was fucking around, because that was exactly what I was doing, but because every time I had suggested the way to deal with us both being bottoms was to have the occasional three-way with a hot top and he had always gone ballistic and then sulky and I’d have to deal with his mood for days. Strangely enough the thought of him getting fucked bareback by a stranger was starting to make me hard. I had certainly taken my share of raw dicks and loads behind his back over the last few days. Aiden turned off his phone, put it in his pocket and came indoors. I was very tempted to say something like “Very busy chatting with someone?” but he spoke first. “Hon, I think I need to go to the mall to look for some new shoes. These sneakers have had it. I think I’ll go to the outlet mall.” Interesting choice of place to shop. He had to drive past two malls to get to the outlet mall, and that was at least an hour’s drive each way. He was creating a convenient excuse to be away for at least three hours. Ok. “Do you want some company? I’ll go with you?” I saw him wince. “Um. No need. It’ll be boring. I know how you hate going shopping with me.” I just looked at him, thinking of what was going on in his mind. Here he was planning a hookup and I was going to spoil it. “OK, no prob babe. I’ve got a lot of stuff to do anyway.” Fuck that! What I had to do was to find myself my own fuckbuddy for the afternoon. Someone who would enjoy my sloppy ass and add a load to the two already brewing in my gut. I gave Aiden about ten minutes before I jumped on my phone started looking for guys on Scruff, Grindr and Adam4adam. I woofed and tapped and winked at everyone who looked close and was looking for right now. One caught my eye. MATT4BB and his profile “If it isn’t bare we aren’t fucking.” His profile picture showed that he was very well equipped to service my needs. I hit him up immediately. He didn’t respond. Damn. I kept flipping between all the sites trying to find someone for “right now.” Ding. I flipped over to Grinder and it was a message from Matt. “Nice profile. Sorry I didn’t respond sooner. I’m driving. You get fucked bareback and take loads? Pic?” “Yup. Sending them now.” “Cool.” I found hot pics of my dick and ass and sent them to him. “Hot. Nice fuckable ass.” “Thanks, that’s what it’s for, to be fucked.” “Bare? You didn’t answer my question.” “Obviously. Since why would I have hit you up if I didn’t. You state bareback only in your profile.” “You ever top? I like a load up my ass too.” “Versatile bottom. I only top when its bareback.” “Hot. My kinda guy. What else are you into?” I’m totally versatile. From kissing and cuddling to rimming and fucking. “Cool. Me too. Hiv Neg.” “Me too.” “Nice. Very Nice” “Where about are you located.” “Graydon Hills.” “Cool. Not too far from me. I could be there in 15 minutes.” “Or I could come to your place. I’m still in the car.” “Probably better for me to come to you.” “? You have a boyfriend?” “Yup, he went to the outlet mall.” “Does he know? Do you have an open relationship or are you cheating?” “No. We’re supposed to be monogamous, but I suspect that he is going to hook up with someone and not the mall.” “Hehehe. So you’re both cheating. My address is 6969 Maple drive. Red Mustang in the driveway. Door will be unlocked. Come upstairs to the master bedroom. It’s the first on the right. I’ll be waiting for you. Ass up on all fours. You can fuck me first. Fuck me hard and fast and load me up. No need to take it slow and don’t say a word. Anonymous fuck.” “Fuck. That sounds hot. I’ll do it” “Then we can flip. And take it slower.” “Hot. I’m already hard just thinking about it.” “Nothing hotter than flip-fucking and taking each other’s loads and leaving them inside for round two” “Fuck yes. You are making me hard. I’m leaving right now.” I know exactly where Maple drive is. It is less than a mile from our house, so I decided to ride my bike. I grabbed my phone and keys and headed to the garage. As I was getting on my bike I dropped my keys and as I bent down to pick them up I noticed that there was a shoebox stuffed under the workbench, almost of sight. Odd place for a shoe box. Aiden’s favorite shoe brand, with “1/2 off” crudely written with a Sharpie and a sticker for “2018 Summer madness sale.” And in Aiden’s size, and the sale only started two days ago. I took a quick photo with my cellphone before getting on my bike. As I cycled over to Matt’s I could not help thinking about what Aiden was up to. The idea of him getting fucked by a stranger was making me super hard and it was hard to ignore the obscene erection in my tight red bike shorts. 6969 Maple drive was a typical 1970’s split level suburban home. Looking for a place to lock up my bike, I noticed that there was a suitable fence on the side of the garage. I dismounted, locked my bike to the fence and walked up to the front door. It was slightly ajar. Pushing it open and closing it quietly behind me I looked around the living room. Sparsely decorated and nothing to suggest a gay guy was living there. Maybe Matt was married and looking for sex while his wife was out. A “Craig’s list daddy” perhaps? Aiden and I had scanned Craig’s postings before and laughed at some of the guys sneaking around behind their wife and children’s backs. No sign of children in the house though. As I walked up the stairs I heard a muffled “oh yeah” from the bedroom at the top of the stairs. Matt was expecting me as promised. I walked into the dim bedroom and saw his tight jockstrap framed ass facing me with his hole exposed and ready. There was a tube of lube alongside him on the bed. I pulled down my bike shorts freeing my rock-hard dick and slathered some lube on it. Without saying a word, I stepped forward and pressed my cock against his anus. I pushed, and it slipped all the way in without effort. Matt uttered a grunt of pleasure as I bottomed balls deep in his slut-hole. I started fucking hard and fast without mercy and his grunts became more intense. Matt made no attempt to touch his own dick as I was fucking him, and I came very quickly, flooding his chute with my load. Saying nothing I reached below him and felt his cock inside his jockstrap. He was incredibly hard and leaking pre-cum like a faucet. Matt grunted as I touched him. “Maybe it’s my turn to fuck you” he said as he turned his head to face me. I recognized him immediately. Fuck. Yes, he is married, but not to a woman. He is the husband of one of the guys I met at the conference. As part of a “get to know you session” we had all had to say something about ourselves and Matt’s husband Sean had shown a picture of him and Matt on their honeymoon. Of all the ironies, to fly all the way across the country to meet Sean at a conference and now I find out Sean and Matt live less than a mile from us. Awkward. I did not have much time to think about it before I saw Matt’s expression change. Hearing something behind me I turned around. Fuck. Sean was standing in the door way and he looked really pissed off. “Matt, you fucking sneaky cheating slut. Or should I say sneaking sluts. You too Greg. Does your boyfriend know you were fucking my husband? I came upstairs because I heard some noises and I watched you as you came inside him. And not a condom in sight.” I did not know what to say as I stood there with my rapidly softening dick in Matt’s tight chute. Sean started loosening his belt buckle as he stood there glaring at me. “What the fuck am I going to do about you Matt? I should whip the shit out of you.” I noticed that the broad leather belt that Sean was pulling out of the loops of his jeans would leave vicious welts. “We’re married goddamit.” He paused for a moment “You just took a load from a trick. I’ll bet you never even asked him his status.” Matt responded. “He’s negative.” I swear I saw a glimmer of a smile or was it a smirk cross his face. He looked straight at me “ and you, Greg, and you? What would your boyfriend have to say if he knew you were here bare-banging my husband?” My dick slipped out of Matt’s cum slick hole. All three of us stared at each other, no-one saying anything. I thought that Sean didn’t really have to keep going on about me fucking his husband behind Aiden’s back. Once was enough. I had not noticed that Sean’s jeans were unzipped and as he pulled out the belt they fell to the ground revealing his extremely hard cock barely contained in his briefs. Matt smiled at Sean and leered at me and licked his lips “Or you could fuck him, we could fuck him. In punishment. For trespassing and fucking me against my will. I thought it was you fucking me.” I looked at Sean’s massive dick. Yeah right. No way you could confuse getting fucked by that with getting my dick in your hole. Was this a set-up? With a smirk on his face Sean moved closer. “Fucking good idea. Me first. You know, when I met you at that conference I wanted to fuck you. But I could never find you around after the sessions ended.” Yup, I thought to myself, that’s because Brandon and Ben were fucking me. “I thought you were avoiding me because of Aiden, but now I find you loading up my husband. You are going to pay for that!” Sean and Matt grabbed me and while Matt pulled off my shirt Sean pulled off my shorts. Matt reached down below the bed and grabbed something while Sean held my hands behind my back. I heard a click and I felt something metallic around my wrists. Handcuffs! They lifted me up and threw me on the bed and suddenly I realized that the bed had a very sturdy steel frame. Two pairs of handcuffs, one for each wrist and the next thing I knew my arms were spread wide and cuffed to the bed. Barely had they clicked in place when they cuffed my ankles to the foot of the bed. FUCK! What had I gotten myself into? Lying spread eagled on the bed I stared at them. Fucking hell, they were a hot couple. Sean is big and built and all-round stunning, every gay man’s hot jock fantasy with blond hair and warm brown eyes and a mischievous smile. Matt is dark haired and blue eyed with a slim swimmer’s build like a Greek god. Matt turned to Sean and spoke. “Since he can’t move, let’s show him what we are going to give him.” Sean nodded, and both pulled down their jockstraps, revealing their pre-cum drooling rock-hard cocks. And the neat bio-hazzard tattoos on their crotches. After all the poz/probably poz dicks I had taken up my ass the last few days what difference would two more make? I decided to lie back and make the most of it. But that still didn’t mean I couldn’t say something. “Bio hazard tatts! You guys are poz! Matt, you said you were neg when we texted!” They just grinned at me for a moment before Sean spoke. “Yeah, and so what? You can’t trust what anybody says on a hook up site these days. Matt, sit on his face to shut him up. Greg stick your tongue in his asshole while I fuck you and taste your load in his hole. Then Matt can fuck you after I’ve cum.” Matt hopped onto the bed alongside me and gave my left nipple a quick squeeze before whispering in my ear. “I love it when my man sticks his toxic dick into a helpless man cunt.” He gave me a quick sloppy kiss before mounting my face, facing Sean at the foot of the bed. As Matt descended onto my face his relaxed his well-used anus and a few dribbles of my own cum leaked into my mouth. Even though I had just cum a few minutes earlier I was rock hard again at the thought of taking their toxic loads. To my surprise Sean did not immediately force his cock into my ass but instead went down on my dick and gave me an expert blow job cleaning off the residue of cum and Matt’s ass juices. While blowing me, he expertly started working his fingers into my hole, first one, then two and finally three. He withdrew his fingers from my hole and his mouth from my cock. Matt spoke “His ass taste good?” Sean was probably sucking his fingers. This was confirmed by what he said next. “Cum. Cum in his ass. This slut has at least one load up there, and I’ll bet it’s not from his boyfriend. I guess I won’t need lube.” I felt Sean move and the next thing I felt was his massive dick pressing against my needy hole. He slowly slid his dick all the way in balls deep then slowly started fucking me with slow deep sensuous strokes. Sean certainly knew how to fuck. Matt leaned forward and started deep throating my dick. Sean picked up his pace as Matt slurped on my raging boner. “Yeah Matt, get him nice and wet and slippery for me.” Huh? After another minute or two of sucking and fucking I felt Sean withdraw leaving my chute empty. Matt stopped sucking and lifted himself off my face and hopping off the bed took his place between my legs. Sean grinned at me. “Just like you couldn’t see me fucking you because of Matt I don’t think you should see Matt.” I expected him to sit on my face but instead he hopped up on the bed and lowered himself onto my dick, sitting all the way down in one stroke. As he slid down facing me, I felt Matt enter my hole. The both started moving and pleasuring my immobilized body. Sean was grinning the whole time at me. Matt and Sean got a synchronized rhythm going. Each time Sean lifted his body up I could see through the gap between my thighs and his ass to where Matt was thrusting home. It did not take long before Matt was close. “Where do you want my cum? My poz cum?” Before I could say anything, he continued. “Doesn’t matter where you want it. You are going to take my hot poz load as I breed you.” That was too much for me and I started bursting into Sean’s gut and my spasming ass brought him over the edge and he started spilling his seed into my colon We stayed like that for a moment or two then Sean lifted himself off me and replaced Matt in my hole, fucking rapidly. “How many loads do you have in there?” “Three, including Matt’s.” “Fucking hot. Ready for another?” he picked up his pace as he was obviously close. “Fuck yeah breed me.” “You want my cum. My toxic poz cum?” “Shoot your load inside me.” And as I said that I felt his massive dick twitch and start to flood my bowels to add to the three loads already there. What happened next surprised me even more than getting tied up in the first place. Matt and Sean hopped onto the bed alongside me, undid the cuffs and snuggled up showering my mouth, face and body with kisses and caresses. Sean whispered in my ear. “Just because we are dirty fuckers doesn’t mean we don’t care about our tricks.” Matt whispered in my other ear. “Let’s grab a shower, you can’t go home like that. You’re all sticky.” We showered together and almost started fucking again but time was against us. I dried off, dressed and after we all agreed that we needed to do this again I left. As I cycled home I realized that the way they operated in unison implied that they had planned this or had done this before. Find some guy, render him immobile and then turn turns using him and loading him. I had barely got home, changed out of my bike gear into shorts and a T-shirt and sat down with a beer in the living room when I heard the garage door open and Aiden’s car drive in. He took a while to enter the house and when he did he was proudly holding the shoe box. The unmistakable one I had seen in the garage earlier. “Babe. I was so lucky. I got a pair of my favorite shoes. And half price too. Totally worth the drive.” Liar. “That’s great Hon. Now what do you want to do for dinner?”

I ran some errands yesterday, then dropped by Peeps Too. I sucked one guy off until he almost came, then he pulled back and put one squirt on my tongue and the rest over my beard and cheeks. About ten minutes later I got to suck on a nice cock - perfect length and girth - when he whispered, "I want to fuck you." I'm not a horse, so who am I to say neigh? I grabbed him, turned around, and pushed my ass back on his raw dick. Less than two minutes later he moaned and said, "you're sucking the cum out of me," and then I felt his dick flexing as he came. He stayed inside me for about a minute afterward, just making slow strokes, then pulled out. I turned around and dropped to my knees, took his cock in my mouth, and cleaned it thoroughly. I love the taste of clean ass and cum. Delightful. Managed to nurse a few more drops of cum out of him too. The next guy had me blowing him, then had me jerk myself off and smear it on his cock so I could suck it off while he was fucking my face. Took two more loads down my throat, then thought "what the hell" and went to @HawksPDX for their Lights Out. The last time I was there -- last week, actually, because I'm a slut -- I arrived at midnight and only took six cocks and three loads. This time around, though, I got there at seven and left at midnight, and it was a lot busier. Go figure. Between the dark room, the sling, and private rooms, I probably took between 15 to 20 different cocks, and a good few came back to fuck me again over the course of the evening. I know I took at least a dozen loads up the ass - those are the guys who said, "take my load," "breeding you," or "oh fuck ... oh fuck ... nngghhh" - but I have no idea of how many fucked a load into me and just kept going. I do know I was loaded, though: when you're getting fucked and cum is frothing up around your top's cock, you know you're full. The first guy in the darkroom was, ironically enough, the first one to have fucked me last week. He slid his hand over my ass, pushed two fingers into me, and said "Yeah, I recognize this hole," then pushed his dick in with one long, hard, burning glide. He was the first one to breed me. That scene was hot: as soon as one top unloaded another came up and pushed into me. By the time I got out of the dark room, my ass was already wrecked and dripping. I braced myself on my forearm, took my cock in my other hand, and shot while I was being fucked. I got to throat a half-dozen cocks too - including one from a hot daddy on his break - and got some appreciative smiles and head pats. "Were you the one in the dark room? Thanks for the blowjob." There were a couple of tops who were alternating between another bottom and me: they'd fuck the other guy for a couple of minutes and then switch to me. I'm proud of the fact that I got a load from each of them. Lot of ass slapping last night. 'twas hot. Not sure how I felt about the other bottom, though: he pushed my head down none too gently, straddled it, and then pushed an assload of cum across my neck and into my hair. Half of me thought it was hot, half of me thought it was a waste of cum, half of me thought he should really have cleaned out better, half of me was very glad they have showers there, and half of me admits that I'm pants at math. Near the end of the night I was lucky enough to have a hot bear/cub with a THICK cock pounding me for at least ten minutes while I was blowing his partner. He'd slip out every now and then and there'd be a squelching sound as frothy cum poured out of my ass and splattered on the bench. He was the thickest I've taken in a long time, and long enough that I swear I could feel it bouncing off my stomach. He's also one of the few who have ever forced me to come without touching myself just from the way he fucked me. When he finally got ready to cum, he grabbed my hips, yelled, pistoned into me, then pulled me flat against him and unloaded. Wish I'd gotten their numbers: would love to meet up with them again. Hopefully I'll see them again sometime. By this time I was aching, my back was killing me, my ass was on fire, and all I wanted to do was get home and get to bed. And then a guy fingered my hole and said "get in the sling," so I got in the sling. I wound up jerking off again while he was fucking me and let it drip off my fingers onto his cock. So yeah. Aside from the issues mentioned in my status update, I'm still walking bowlegged, my guts are tender, and I have purple bruising around my hole. ❤️ It'll be a few weeks, but I can't wait to go back. One note: I know "I'm a pig" is a phrase we use a lot, but you don't need to grunt, squeal, make snorting noises, and keep saying "oink." I'll freely admit it: the times I stuffed my face into my towel weren't because I was getting fucked, but because I was trying to stifle my laughter.

I recently had the chance to spend some time in a very busy cruising area in the woods, near a popular gay nude swimming hole. I hadn’t actually planned on getting any action - I was just gonna get some sun and swim naked, which is one of my favorite things to do - but my curiosity got the better of me, and I threw on my sneakers and my ballcap, tucked a packet of lube and a bottle of poppers into my shoe, pulled my cock ring on, and headed for the woods. Walking around naked in the woods on a warm, sunny day with my cock gently throbbing from the cock ring was an amazing sensation. I passed a couple guys who didn’t seem interested, then ran into a couple of sexy Daddy bears who seem to have just arrived. Both were wearing cock rings. One was bearded, with an average build and a slightly paunchy belly, and a long dick of about average thickness. The other had a silver goatee, dusky skin (he looked Italian), a nice, sexy, round but firm belly, and a very thick, very veiny cock. I could see the hunger in their eyes when they looked at me, so I walked over and said “hey, having fun yet?” The bearded one smiled and said “I think we are about to.” Before I knew it we were kissing. I dropped to my knees and started alternating between sucking both of their delicious cocks. They were both moaners, which turns me on a lot. Bearded Daddy pulled me to my feet for another kiss, while Italian Daddy dropped to his knees and took my throbbing dick into his very talented mouth. I have a barbell piercing in my left nip, and I’ve found that guys are drawn to it magnetically, and Bearded Daddy was no exception. Before long he was flicking it with his tongue and gently sucking at it, which sent electric sensations through my entire chest. Meanwhile Italian Daddy was drooling around my cock. We were all covered in sweat and spit and glistening in the sun filtering through the leaves. I looked around and noticed we’d attracted an audience. There were two other Daddy types watching us and stroking their enormous dicks. I tried to wave them over to join us but they seemed happy just to watch. Then Bearded Daddy spun me around, so my back was to him, with Italian daddy’s mouth still engulfing my cock. Bearded Daddy started rubbing his long cock up and down my ass, and breathed in my ear “you want this inside you?” I moaned back “fuck yeah....give it to me.” He fumbled through the small bag he was carrying and pulled out a packet of silicone lube, which he very hastily smeared on the outside of my hole. He then slipped a finger in. I let out a growl...I hadn’t been fucked in a while. I reached down and pulled the bottle of poppers out of my shoe, and took my first big hit. As the rush washed over me I felt the cock-hunger set in, and I immediately bent over, lining my hole up with Bearded Daddy’s big dick, all but begging him to thrust it in. He growled with appreciation. “Mm, what a good little cub you are.” He then pressed the head of his cock against my hole, and I pushed out as he easily thrust into me. He moaned “fuck...that’s a nice tight little hole.” I let out a long, low howl as he quickly slid past my second sphincter. The pressure of his cock deep in my guts was delicious, and the sensation of Italian Daddy’s warm, very wet mouth on my cock had me in ecstasy. Bearded Daddy was clearly very worked up, and started pounding me fast and hard. I felt our sweaty balls smacking together, hanging low in the summer heat, as he kept up the pace. I straightened up slightly to look around, and saw that there were now at least seven guys watching us, playing with their cocks, enjoying the scene playing out before them. I didn’t know I had such an exhibitionist side, but knowing these men were getting off watching me take a hard raw fucking from a complete stranger was intensely arousing, and my cock throbbed in ecstasy. My straightening up seemed to have changed the angle in a way Bearded Daddy didn’t enjoy, because he put a hand on my upper back and growled “bend over.” I obliged, and he grunted “yeah...good boy.” At this point Italian Daddy’s knees seemed to be giving him trouble, and he stood up. He took the bottle of poppers from my hand, opened it and held it under my nose as I took another big hit. He kept stroking his thick veiny dick, which I now noticed was uncut. I pulled him closer so I could take it into my mouth, and so I was briefly spitroasted by these two sexy men. In my arousal I must have clamped down on Bearded Daddy’s dick, because he suddenly quickened his pace and growled “you want this load boy?” I moaned back “yeah, cum in me!!” He thrust into me hard and deep with a howl of pleasure, and I felt his cock throb from his ejaculation. The warm wet rush in my guts let me know that he’d just planted a huge load in me. The sight of this pushed Italian Daddy over the edge, and as Bearded Daddy’s spent cock slid out of my hole, he pulled me close as he stroked his uncut hog. I wanted him to thrust it into my sloppy ass, but instead he let out a string of expletives as he fired his load all over my belly, my cock and my balls. Using his semen as lube, I stroked my aching cock until I likewise fired my big, ropey, post-fuck load all over my own furry chest and belly. We kissed goodbye and went our separate ways. As I walked past the crowd of watchers, some of them thanked me for the show and offered compliments. I felt pretty damn amazing for the rest of the day.

4. Cal "Oh, hell yeah. You know how I get when you parTy. Get that mouth over here and let me fuck that throat." His screen name was Str8HeadHunter. I'm not sure if I ever knew his name, despite sucking him off every week or so. From his sex-addled mumbling as I worshipped his tool, I had managed to figure out he was actually married, and from the casual family photographs he didn't bother to hide, I managed to figure out he had two kids, a boy and a girl. But that didn't matter to us. All that mattered was how perfectly his cock fit in my throat. And how hungry I was for his fertile and potent dad-cum. "Yes sir," I wrote back. I looked to my left. The glass pipe was on the side table right where I had left it a few minutes ago. I had woken up an hour earlier, nestled between JP and the new boy, Seth. I had turned over and buried my face in JP's chest hair, but I was already awake. After fifteen minutes, I gave up, and gently removed myself from the mound of three other men. As I squeezed my way out, they pulled closer, an animal reaction programmed deep in their brains. I made my way to the living room, grabbing my phone and a party kit on the way. Nestled in Jon's favorite easy chair, the leather was warm against my naked skin. I turned on the lamp; it provided just enough light to carefully load the glass pipe. Jon had mentioned he had found a new dealer. The merchandise looked good, long, clear shards of crystal. There was no way I could resist, but I still took the time to melt the crystal properly before taking the first hit. I inhaled deeply, letting the thick clouds fill my lungs. "Fuck," I mumbled, careful not to exhale too much. The purity of the drugs was remarkable; there was barely any taste, and the smell was as perfect as it had ever been. It was reflected in the drug's effects as well; even the medium size hit I had done was hitting me hard. My hole was starting to vibrate, and I was craving the taste of cock. I held the rest of the hit as long as I could. As I held the hit, I managed to log into a few sex apps. It would be several hours before the first of the guests for Seth's orgy would be arriving. I needed dick now, and couldn't imagine waiting that long. Of course, the drugs were not helping. As I scrolled through the listing of near-by men, I exhaled, then took another long, slow hit. I was starting to spin out sleazy fantasies of each man I saw, how they would want to use my holes for their pleasure. If I was lucky, one of them would want to make it a reality. The pickings were slim at first, but then right around six, they started to pick up. A few minutes later, my old stand-by, Str8HeadHunter logged in. He cut straight to the chase, "Hey cocksucker. You looking?" I took another big hit from the glass pipe and messaged him. "Yeah," I texted. "I am." As I exhaled the hit, I pressed "send." It was too late to back out of my impending rendezvous with Josh or back down from my rapidly growing tweak. A few seconds later, he replied. "Fuck yeah," he said. "My place." I scrambled out of the leather chair. I still needed to pull on clothes. I padded quietly through the bedroom, still chatting with Josh, pulling on a jockstrap, an old pair of shorts and a t-shirt. Right as I was putting on the shoes, I got another text. "Good cocksucker. Can't wait to hear you gag." I had been wondering if I should take the pipe with me. But the message put any debate to rest. It wasn't the first time I had serviced Josh, and I could tell when he was on the fuck-path. The morning's goal was to get him off; I was just the cocksucker that would do it. I slipped the slim case into my pockets; in addition to the pipe and the torch, it had a small baggie with at least another gram of tina. As long as my asshole was dripping sperm, Jon and JP wouldn't mind me coming back later than expected. "On my way," I wrote back. Everything seemed to be going slower, as the crystal really kicked in. It seemed to take forever to get to the door, and then the wait for the elevator seemed endless. Of course, my sex-fogged brain couldn't think of anything other than the universe conspiring against me and denying my chance to suck some dick. I was able to keep it together enough to get out of the apartment building and into the bright, late summer morning. I put on sunglasses; they would help. I wouldn't have to make eye contact with people. Josh's place was only a few blocks away. I walked as fast as I dared, trying not to attract attention to myself. I wanted to do another hit from the pipe, but that would have to wait. If I did a good job, Josh would want me to do another hit or three. He loved to watch me debase myself. When the tina kicked in, I would do almost anything for a taste of cock. At the base of his apartment, I found his buzzer. Apartment 511. At the top floor; I was glad that there was an elevator. "I'm here," I said when the buzzer connected. "Good cocksucker," he said. "Come on up here. And then go down on me." He laughed, but still pressed the button to let me in. The elevator took forever again, then I had to walk down the long, open hallway to his apartment. If I looked to the left, there were the nondescript doors; along the right, the passage was open to the weather. I could look down and see the sidewalk below. A couple was walking by, but they never looked up, much less focused on the tweaker chasing after dick on the balcony far above. I wandered down to the far door. It was closed so I rang the doorbell. It was louder than I expected; I thought the entire building could hear it. There were a few agonizing seconds, as I wondered if I had come to the wrong door. Or if Josh had changed his mind. My mouth was watering; I could almost taste his dick in my mouth. I wanted it pressing into me, forcing its way into my throat, and pumping me full of his thick white semen. It was probably just a few seconds before Josh opened the door. He was wearing a pair of old grey cut-off sweatpants. The outline of his cockhead was obvious. There was a momentary smile, but then as he looked me over, it disappeared into a much more serious expression. He had opened the wooden door, but paused. He made no move to open the screen door still separating us. "What's the first rule, cocksucker?" he said. My stomach twisted. He had a long set of rules. In my haste to get here, I had only remembered the pleasures of servicing his cock, not the responsibilities that also came with it. I remembered my catechism. "The first rule is that faggots don't deserve clothes." "And?" Josh asked. He let his eyes trail down my body. Not that I needed any extra hints about what I was supposed to be doing. I pulled off my shirt, folded it neatly, and put it on the ground next to me. "I'm sorry," I said. I undid my shorts and let them drop to the ground. My dick was straining against my jock strap. I glanced down the hallway. Luckily, it was still empty. I knelt down, and extracted the party pouch from a pocket, then folded the shorts as well. When I looked up, my head was exactly level with Josh's crotch. His cock was also utterly constrained by his clothing, eager for the kind of attention that only I could give him. "Good faggot," he said, and pushed open the screen door, finally allowing me to enter his lair. I stepped in from the hallway, carefully taking my clothes in with me. "You remember the second rule?" "Yes," I said. "Faggots take the loads." I took off my old tennis shoes. I hadn't bothered with socks. I was following Josh. He was going to his study. There was a large TV, for him to watch straight porn, and a leather couch, for him to get sucked off on. "Good sir?" I asked. I was only wearing the jock strap now. Josh stopped right in the door to the den, turned, and gave me a disdainful look. "Don't care about your cock, faggot," he said, laughing and stroked his crotch. "What's the third rule, cocksucker?" he asked. There was an unspoken threat: not knowing the answer would bar my way into his sanctum, and deny me the pleasure of his sperm. "Cocksuckers suck, unless spoken to." I swallowed. I remembered the last time. I didn't speak for a day afterwards; he had me spend an agonizing hour on my back, my head hanging over the edge of his desk, as he nonchalantly fucked my throat into oblivion. He would stop every so often, make me hit the pipe, and gargle some lube. "Good faggot," he said. He stepped back into the room, expertly navigating himself to the couch, and falling backwards into its embrace. "God," he continued. "I need this." He pulled down his sweat pants, letting his dick spring free. I gulped. He was already fully erect. That meant there would be no acclimation period for me; we would go from zero to all eight inches immediately. "Well?" he asked, as his cock swayed back and forth slowly. "What are you waiting for?" I gulped again. Luckily, his cock wasn't super thick. But it was thick enough and definitely long enough. Not to mention when fully aroused, it was as stiff as a steel rod. I was conflicted. My tina-addled brain couldn't stand the thought of not getting his cock. My more realistic body had an innate sense of what Josh's cock could do to me. I slowly knelt down between his legs. I was soon on my knees, almost naked, with his erect cock right in front of me. I had been defeated by the power of his cock. "Go ahead," Josh said. "Give it a lick." I leaned in and ran my tongue along the length of his dick, starting at the base where his engorged balls rested, working my length along the warm, smooth shaft, up to the bullet-like cockhead. There was a drop of pre-cum at the tip, that I eagerly licked up. "Fuck," he continued. "That was what I was fucking talking about. Cocksucker licking my shaft." I wondered if he talked that way with his wife or children. I took the head into my mouth, savoring another drop of pre-cum that had formed at the tip. "Although, not so fast. I want to enjoy this." I looked up at him. He was smiling, a familiar, evil smile. "When was the last time you got a load?" he asked. "Thursday night," I said. Josh liked to begin our cocksucking sessions with a brief interrogation. Except for one small, crucial detail, he knew just about everything about my life: I was the boy for two men. I still slept around a lot. I barebacked. I had partied in front of him too many times to count. I no longer bothered even attempting to lie or embellish. "Who was it? Where?" I looked down to see another drop of pre-cum form at the tip of his dick. He noticed it too. "Go ahead. I know you want it." I leaned in, and ran my tongue over the salty, delicious pearl of fluid. "I was in Phoenix for work. It was another guy at the hotel. Found him online and I went down to his room and sucked him off." "Yeah?" Josh asked. "Yeah," I continued. The tina was surging through my veins and hitting me hard. It was easy to continue, to tell him every sordid detail of the night. "He said his wife never sucked him off." When I mentioned the wife, Josh unconsciously crossed his arms and began to play with his wedding ring. I forced myself to stay focused on his face, even as barely a foot away, his cock slowly swung with his every breath. "Lucky you were there to take care of him." "May I?" I asked, indicating the slim black case I had carried from my shorts to the study. Josh smiled. He knew exactly what it contained. "Of course, faggot. Did you swallow his load?" I nodded, as I took the pipe and torch from the case. "Yeah," I said, checking the bowl. The crystal had solidified into the familiar white flower. I lit the torch and held it under the bowl, watching the crystal disappear and the bowl begin to fill with white smoke. "Of course, I did," I said, then stuck the stem of the pipe in my mouth. I inhaled slowly and deeply, pausing to let the bowl re-fill with the clouds. "Nice," Josh said, as my lungs filled up with the crystal. "Big hit for me, cocksucker." I was going to get as tweaked as possible, regardless of what Josh said. But his easy-going, yet insistent command made it easier to inhale deeply. I had hoped to delay the inevitable, but it was no use. The all-encompassing and powerful hunger was consuming me. I needed more crystal. I needed more dick. I needed more cum. "He asked me if I would swallow his load," I said, as I finally pulled the pipe out of my mouth. I was careful not to lose too much of the intoxicating clouds. "That's it?" Josh asked. "Didn't know he could have asked for so much more from you, huh?" I nodded in agreement. Although Josh had never wanted to fuck me, I had told him many times about my anal exploits. "How was his load? Taste good?" I didn't immediately answer his question. I wanted to savor the clouds in my chest and let them soak into my bloodstream. While I was waiting to exhale, I leaned in and sucked on his dickhead for as long as I could. Finally, I exhaled, and a thick cloud of the crystal blocked my vision for a second. "Big. Thick. Almost sweet," I said. I licked my lips, remembering his load and anticipating one soon to come. "Nice. Must have been a happy cocksucker." "Yeah," I said. "But then he got all weird. After he came." "Weird? How? What happened?" "Oh, he just started saying how gross that was, that he couldn't believe I swallowed his load, what a dirty faggot I was, how gross it was." I remembered one of his quotes distinctly. "I'd never respect my wife if she did that." "What was his name?" Josh asked me. "I can't remember." I blushed. I wasn't even sure if I had ever known his name. Surprisingly, I wasn't even stoned when I did it. "Well, he does have a bit of a point, you know," Josh said. I put down the torch and pipe, careful not to burn the floor. "It's pretty nasty to suck a guy off and then swallow his jizz without even knowing his name." He put his arm on the back of my head and guided me back to his dick. I opened my mouth and allowed his shaft to enter. "But that's why I love a faggot like you. Always know I'm gonna get off fucking your throat." He pulled on the back of my head, forcing his cock into my throat. I stifled a gag. "And I never have to lie to my wife." He forced his dick into my throat, until my nose was pressed against his carefully trimmed pubes. I inhaled deeply one last time, before his shaft blocked off my airway. I could smell a bit of soap, a bit of sweat, a bit of masculinity. My own dick twitched as did my asshole. I was hungry, starving even, and this was just the appetizer. "Fuck," he grunted, and pushed his cock deeper into my throat. "Taking it all." My head was impaled on his cock, and there was no way I could say anything without gagging on his cock. Nor could I even nod; his dick was a stiff pole running through my mouth and throat. I finally settled for giving him a thumbs-up signal. With his free hand, he grabbed my other arm, holding it closely. "Oh fuck," he grunted again. His dick was throbbing, and I could feel his he was dripping a steady stream of precum into my throat. "Fucking favorite cocksucker." He said it like he was praising a pet for a particularly clever trick. "Just all the way down," he said. I tilted my head upwards a bit. It was just enough to make the path from my lips to my throat a bit straighter and it was also enough to allow almost another full inch of Josh's dick to slide into my body. "Mmmph," I grunted. His shaven balls were pressed up against my chin. They were dense and warm, and I almost believed I felt the cum churning in them. My toes curled in anticipation; Josh was going to feed me every drop of his fertile seed and I was going to swallow every precious drop. "Remember the third rule," Josh said. "Don't try to speak. I don't want to hear your faggot voice. I just want to feel that wet cocksucker throat." He pressed down on the back of my head, forcing my face into his crotch. Even if his penis hadn't been buried several inches deep in my throat, I still wouldn't have been able to breath. My nose pressed against his pubes and the base of his flat stomach and was completely blocked off. But this was not the first time I had found myself in this situation nor was it even the first time it had happened with Josh. I closed my eyes, and focused on the dickhead lodged in my throat. It was dripping pre-cum and if my throat could bring this kind of pleasure to Josh's manhood, I wasn't sure if any level of discomfort mattered to me. I was here to worship him, and that meant that my first priority was to make him feel good. My needs were more than fulfilled by serving him. The tina was hitting me hard; warm waves of sleazy futures were washing over me. Worse than that, I had let Josh get into my head. The last time I had gotten tweaked and had a dom top get into my head, I had been literally and figuratively speechless for several days. He had fucked my throat for six hours, stopping only to make me gargle some lube, hit the pipe, or a bit of both. "Fuck yeah, cocksucker," Josh was mumbling. I looked up for a second; he was staring at me, but his eyes were focused somewhere else. His expression was a smile mixed with intense concentration. "Worship that goddamn dick, faggot," he continued. He released his grip on my head; I used the opportunity to pull off, so I just had his dickhead in my mouth. I gulped in air, trying to find an equilibrium between my burning throat and dire need for oxygen. "Don't stop," he said, and reached for a vape pen. He pressed the button and inhaled. Compared to the tina hit he had just made me do, it was a puny effort. Even so, enough of the vape escaped that I could tell he was getting stoned. I was hardly in a position to object; he had seen me smoking crystal meth. "Uh-huh," he said, putting away the vape pen and putting his hand back on my head. He pressed down, forcing his cock against the back of my throat. I struggled not to gag. That would have been hard with just his dickhead pressing against my tonsils. With his shaft fully in my throat, it was impossible. I jerked off his shaft; I did it quickly enough that he didn't have a chance to hold me in place. "Come on cocksucker. You know what you have to do. Don't let a bit of gagging stop you." I nodded and took a few deep breaths to re-center myself. "Do a hit for me," he said, pointing towards the glass pipe resting next to my leg. "You sure?" I asked. I was already tweaked, and wanted to ride the high a bit longer. The new crystal was amazing; another hit was going to launch me into outer space. "Yeah," he said. "And don't make it a pussy hit, either." I nodded. I had to take the smallest hit I dared. If that hit didn't pass muster, I'd have to do a second hit and that hit would have to be absolutely massive. "Wanna watch you debase yourself on my cock," he continued. I reached down and grabbed the pipe and torch. I heated the bowl, forcing myself to watch the drugs melt and smoke. My mind was running off in so many ways, it was hard to concentrate. I wanted to get back to Josh's cock. I wanted to feel it dripping in my mouth and pounding my throat. But it was important to please Josh first. I stuck the stem in my mouth, and began to inhale slowly but steadily, making sure the bowl was always filled with the clouds. I wanted to make this a hit that Josh would be proud of, even as I knew what it would likely do to me. Control was so difficult when I was high. Inhibitions were lowered, and taboos disappeared. I did things that I had never planned on doing when I was tweaked. Even worse, the most depraved things seemed so natural when I was high. They seemed like the right thing to do. My lungs filled up, slowly and steadily. I could feel the drugs enter my body. Even before I had exhaled, the hit was affecting me. I was going to stop before it was too late. I wanted to stop before I went too far. But instead, the clouds called out to me. The clouds reminded me that anything was possible. I took another deep breath directly from the cock-like stem of the glass pipe. This time it was going to be OK. I wasn't going to lick up cum from the floor in a video booth. I wasn't going to venture into the ghetto and let some cracked-out hung thug fuck me. I wasn't going to suck off some random stranger for 3 hours. It was going to be ok. Before I realized it, I had done the biggest hit of the morning. "Fuck, that's what I'm talking about," Josh said. Finally, I pulled the pipe from my lips. I looked at it; from what I thought was a nearly full bowl, there didn't seem to be much left. Maybe my mind was playing tricks on me, and I had forgotten how much I had started with. But yet, my hands were shaking, in the way I associated with a deep tina high. Maybe I had smoked the entire bowl. I didn't care. I put down the pipe and torch and, still holding the hit in my lungs, went back down on Josh's beautiful dick. "Yeah," Josh moaned, as his dick slid smoothly into my throat. He put his hand back on my head, insistently pulling me down on his shaft. Another inch penetrated my throat, and I could no longer breathe. I swallowed, forced myself to focus, and relaxed my throat. I felt his thick cockhead press deeper into me, choking me. But somehow, despite the very real physical discomfort, I was enjoying this. With one arm, I reached up to play with Josh's nipple. With the other hand, I reached down and started to jerk my own cock. Even though I had become crystal-limp, I still couldn't help but jerk myself off. "Fuck yeah," Josh murmured, "My very own tweaked out cocksucker." He pressed down, so that the entire length of his cock forced itself into my throat, but then immediately released all the pressure. "Show me that cloud, cocksucker," he said. I pulled off and exhaled. The hit was bigger than I had expected, and it engulfed the two of us. I leaned forward. The cloud was obscuring my view, but luckily, I felt his cock press against my lips. I opened my mouth and let him enter me. "Oh damn," he grunted. "Just fucking worship my dick." More of his dick slipped into my mouth. I welcomed it. Josh deserved to feel this kind of pleasure. When his dickhead pressed against the back of my throat, I didn't hesitate at all. I let the engorged shaft slide deep into my throat. Before long, my nose was pressed up against Josh's pubes, and I was deep-throating his manhood like the hungry cocksucker that I was. "That's it," josh murmured. He did another hit from the vape pen as I continued to suck him off. About then, I sort of lost track of time. Everything seemed so easy and perfect. All I had to do was stay on my knees and suck him off. I did it with pleasure and enthusiasm; sucking dick was what I had been put on this earth to do. I remember pausing for a second for him to pour a bit of lube on his cock, and for us to share a hit from the brown bottle. Then what might have been hours of dick-worship, and another popper break. We repeated the deep throating session, this time enhanced by the warmth of the poppers. Finally, I looked up. Josh was staring at me, his cock still hard as a rock. "Fuck, cocksucker. You keep that up, you're gonna fucking drown in my load." I smiled. A bead of pre-cum slowly formed on his piss slit. I licked it clean, savoring the salty, funky masculinity of his fluids. "God damn. You gonna swallow my load, faggot?" I nodded, and licked his cock again. He responded by grabbing my head, holding it in place. I expected him to force me down on his shaft, but first he deftly grabbed the bottle of poppers, opened, and held the bottle under my nose. "Big hit for me, cocksucker," he said. Of course, with his dick lodged in my throat, and him holding one of my nostrils closed with a finger, I had no option but to inhale as much as I could. The first of the poppers hit me even as I was inhaling more. It was going to be an intense high. He pulled the bottle away, and did a big hit of his own. "Fuck, this is going to be good." He screwed the cap on the poppers, put them down, and put both hands on my head. I went all the way down on his shaft, and he held me in place. I knew how he liked to cum. He liked to pound my throat, and he was beginning the assault. It built quickly, as the poppers hit him, and he was slamming his dick into my mouth and throat. Luckily, the poppers were hitting me just as hard, otherwise I would have been gagging. "Fuuuuck," he grunted. I felt the tension growing in his shaft. It was the first sign. Then, there was the tightening of his balls. That was the second sign. I took a big gasp of air, right before Josh slammed the full length of his cock into my throat. That was the third sign. A few seconds later, his dick spasmed, and I knew he had just shot the first volley of his load in my throat. "Fuuuuck," he grunted again. This time, he pulled his dick partway out. I could taste the first few bitter drops of semen on the back of my tongue. "Fuuuuck," he repeated. He pulled his cock out; just the dickhead remained in my mouth. The cum was still flowing, now salty but no longer bitter. It was almost sweet, and I lapped up every drop, frantically trying not let any of his precious fluid go to waste. "Every fucking drop of it, cocksucker," Josh grunted, reminding me of just how important my job was. I didn't need the reminder. There was no way I was going to voluntarily give up the chance to drink his cum straight from the tap. With only his dickhead in my mouth, it was easier to talk. Not simple, but at least easier than when the entire shaft was thrust in my mouth. "Yes Sir," I managed to say. "Right on, faggot." He shoved his dick back into my throat, coating it with his thick white cum. It dripped down, and landed directly in my guts. It was a weird feeling; I was momentarily overcome with panic when a bit blocked my windpipe and I couldn't breathe. I had barely gagged when he was face-fucking me, but now I might choke on his spooge. "Goddamn cocksucker. What are you trying to do? Milk me fucking dry?" Despite his protests, the rhythmic spurts of sperm kept on shooting from his dick. I was in cumpig heaven, and swallowed every single drop. "Yes, Sir," I said. The tina had gotten properly into my cocksucker head; I was using "Sir" with him. "Good faggot," he said. However, he started to ease his cock out of my throat and back into my mouth. He wasn't quite as hard, and the cum was now more of a slow trickle than the explosive spurts a few moments ago. "Fucking good faggot," Josh said. "Taking all of my dirty spunk." "Um hmm!" I grunted, trying to swallow another mouthful of his cum. He pulled his dick out of my mouth, and wiped it against my face. "Look good with my sperm on you," Josh laughed. "You gonna wear it home for me?" "Yes," I said. "Yes Sir, I will." "Fucking dirty cocksucker," Josh said. He wiped his dick against my face once more, then pulled it back. I recognized the action. It was his way of telling me my job here was done. My ass twitched, thinking about the way he had just used me. I stood up slowly, the tina and poppers making my head spin momentarily. I stepped back into the hall. Josh was a few seconds behind me, having pulled his sweat pants back on. I had stepped into my shorts, slipping the party gear into one of the pockets. I reached for my face, about to wipe off the spooge, when Josh muttered. "Whoa there cocksucker. You wear a man's semen proudly." I looked away. What I had said in the heat of poppered-up passion seemed less wise in even a few minutes later. "Yes, Sir," I said, and pulled on my shirt. At least the sunglasses would mask the biggest glob, right at the corner of my eye. "And by the way, cocksucker," he started. "Yes, Sir?" I nearly called him Josh. Fully dressed, we would have been two old college buddies. But regardless of our outward similarity, he was still the man, I was still the cocksucker. "Next time you forget the first rule, you won't be getting your clothes back at the end." "Yes, Sir," I said. I stepped into my shoes, licked the last of his cum off my lips, and headed out the door.

Has anyone ever sucked off a family memb? My first time was when my daughter had just given birth to her second son. I was babysitting my grandson while her man was visiting them in the hospital. He came home. Grandson was asleep. We watched a Knick game, had a few beers. I fell asleep on couch. I woke up a little later. He is watching porn. His BBC is out and he’s stroking it. I just stare at it. He catches me staring. Asks me if I like sucking cock. I said that as a matter of fact, I enjoy it! He said come over here and work this dick! I’ve been sucking him two or three times a week for the last 6 years. He wants to fuck me. Should I let him?

There are a lot of guys who plan their conversions and others who never know it’s happening, but I was part of that middle group who hadn't really planned it but let themselves get carried away in the heat of the moment. Like most guys I started out practicing safe sex almost exclusively, except for those rare occasions where I knew the top well, and knew he was neg. After all, who wants to get sick, right? But as time went on I found safe sex less and less satisfying, and began to bareback more, although always with guys who were disease-free. Then I discovered the old bug share site and found that the idea of getting pozzed turned me on. I had no real interest in the reality of it, but the fantasy of being pozzed led to many a hot jack off session. I also found the thought of being pozzed made those occasions where I took raw cock even more intense. I wasn't a bug chaser by any means, but my lustful desires were beginning to drive riskier behaviors. One night I was online at BBRT looking for some action and spied an advertisement that looked to be very close to me. When I clicked on the guy's photos my cock went instantly to full-hard as this stud was the man of my dreams. Well built, without being a gym rat, handsome as heck, and seriously hung. Possessed by lust, I never really looked beyond his pictures in his profile before I hit him up, and and as it turned-out he had just moved into my apartment building so he was literally next door. We agreed to meet and I logged off, grabbed a quick shower, cleaned myself out, got dressed and headed over to his place. When he opened the door it was clear this pictures didn't do him justice. My cock, which was already hard and leaking precum, got even harder. He invited me in and within minutes we were making out hot and heavy on his couch, hand groping each other’s cock. He then stood-up, and invited me to the bedroom where, upon arriving, he slowly undressed me, driving me wild with his touches and kisses. "God, your hot" he told me as he licked the precum from my cock. Suddenly he paused and asked "Dude, you know I'm poz right?" My heart stopped. I certainly had not noticed that little detail, didn't and I really didn't want to get pozzed, but a part of me got even more turned on when he said it. It was weird. I knew I didn't really want the bug but a part of me did, and suddenly that part had an opening. "No man, I didn't" I said "and I'm neg. Kinda like to stay that way, you know?" "It’s cool" he said "Normally I make sure guys know I'm poz before they show up, but you were so close and it all happened so fast." "We can still have some fun though if you want" he said "Yeah, man I'd love to, just so long as you know I won't be sucking you or fucking tonight." "No problem" he said, adding "there are lots of ways to play." As I was already nude he stood up and invited me to undress him, which I did slowly, trying to build the same excitement in him he had in me. When opened his pants I discovered an obscenely huge bulge in his briefs with a perfect thick cock head that was leaking precum sticking above the elastic waistband. It was the cock of my dreams and I wasted no time completely removing his shorts, and working his balls and shaft with my tongue, oh so careful to stay away from the poisonous tip. Soon we were on the bed, I was on my back and he had my cock deep in his mouth, giving me the blow job of a life time. I was moaned and squirmed, what few inhibitions I had were being overcome by raw lust. So, when he crouched over my body in a '69' position, his perfect cock dangling over my face, I wanted to taste it sooooo bad. As he worked my cock I worked his shaft and balls, but not surprisingly our mutual movements frequently brought the tip over my mouth, giving me a taste of his poison necter. God, it tasted good. And the fact it was leaking poz juices only turned me on more. I soon lost control and begin deep-throating him with a passion I'd never before possessed. His automatic and natural response to my sucking was to begin fucking my face, pushing his rod deep in my throat. As he sucked me his fingers probed towards my hole and began to massage it causing me to emit low groans of pleasure. Sensing he'd found something, he asked me if I liked being rimmed. "FUCK YEAH!!" was my immediate response and he quickly rolled me over onto my stomach and lifted my ass into the air. His tongue found my pussy fuck-hole and began working it, causing me to moan and squirm even more. God, I wanted his cock sooo bad, but I knew it was a decision I'd regret. Then his tongue was joined by fingers and he began opening my boy pussy up spreading it wide. The sensations were indescribable and I'd never wanted to be fucked so bad in my life. "God you have such a tight perfect ass" he moaned "I'd love to feel it wrapped around my cock." "Me too" I told him. "How about I just push in once get the feel and pull out?" I swear my body shook and a chill came over me. I wanted his cock more than I'd wanted anything in my life, especially since it was poz and although my last bit of rational thinking fought against the invitation, I found myself thinking I wouldn't get pozzed from 'one penetration'. "In and out once nice and easy right?" I asked. "Yeah man" he said "nothing you don't want." I felt his cock head rub my now opened and dripping boy cunt and I whimpered slightly. He started pushing in and as his 9" long shaft worked its thick head inside me constant whimpers escaped my throat. My body shaking as I contemplated that this was a real poz cock sinking its way inside me. He sunk it deep and worked it around a bit not fucking me but not pulling out either. "Mmmmm you're hot" he moaned in my ear "you like that in there?" "Ohhh God FUCK YES!" I moaned rocking my ass on his shaft a bit. "You want me to fuck you don't you?" he asked, grunting "You want me to shoot that hot load deep inside you?" Every fiber of my being wanted to reply with a firm 'No' but, lust had taken over. All of my poz fantasies were coming true and reality no longer mattered. "Yes please fuck me" I whispered, hoping he wouldn't hear me. "What was that, boy?" he asked, as his cock slid about half way out then back in deep against my prostrate. "YES, FUCK ME" I cried out and he unleashed his monster cock on my neg ass. Holding me tight he began fucking deeply and I knew his brutal thrusts were doing more than stretching my hole. They were tearing me open creating a path for the bug into my system. There was going to be no escaping it. I lost myself in the lust of it all begging him to fuck me fully yielding my body and my being to him. He was atop me having mounted me so he could fuck his shaft in deeper and harder and he began to whisper in my ear. "You want that poz load don't you boy? Want that neg hole of yours converted don't you?" Totally lost in the moment I responded "Yeah man give it to me poz my fucking hole - ohh fuck ohh fuck." I sensed his rhythm change his cock swelling even more inside me. "Here it comes, man" he moaned in my ear. "POZ ME man GIVE IT TO ME" I cried out as he exploded inside me, filling my hole with his poz cum. The excitement resulted in a no-hands explosion, in what was arguably the strongest orgasm of my life. After we were both spent. I lay there, his cock inside my ass, as I contemplated what I'd just done. I was thinking about dashing off to the bathroom in the vain hope of washing his poison cum from my hole, but he showed me his thick cock tinged with my blood and I knew it was useless, so instead of retreating, I wallowed in his arms. Before long his cock stiffened again and found its way back to my hole. As he fucked another load into my hole, I remember feeling dirty and ashamed I had allowed him to make me into a poz cum dump, but at the same time I loved every minute of the experience. Sure enough it took and a month or so later I came down with the fuck flu. I was another notch on his belt but more to my interest, under his tutelage I became a full blown cum dump pussy boy taking all comers.

A couple of weeks ago, I developed a skin rash, no doubt because I’d been cycling my ass off trying to get in the best shape of my life before the cruise and the swimwear modeling stint. So while I looked good, my skin was in need of a little care and feeding. When oral antibiotics didn’t work, I needed to check in to the hospital just for the night so they could do IV drugs. It was no big deal. They even gave me the celebrity suite all to myself with a huge walk in shower. It might as well be the Four Seasons. I didn’t even bother to get into a hospital gown. Just slipped off my clothes down to my boxers, let them plug me in, and turned on some ball games. I must have dozed off because when I woke up there was someone checking my IVs. Once the haze lifted, I noticed he was stunning. Ridiculously hot. Porn star hot. And underneath those hospital sweats, it looked like he had a body to match. When he realized I was awake, he said, “I’m your night nurse. Just checking to see how it’s going.” Then he proceeded to take my vitals. I was so glad there was a blanket over me so he couldn’t see the tent creeping up in my boxers. He smiled and left and I wished to god my right hand wasn’t stuck with an IV so I could jack off right there. But I tried to settle and get back to the TV. I was about to doze off when the door opened and he walked back in with some juice. “What’s that,” I asked? “Your doctor wanted to boost the meds with this. It’ll make you a little drowsy so don’t be surprised if you nod off.” “No worries” as I gulped it down and he took off. About ten minutes later, things started to get a little wonky. I wasn’t able to see the tv that clearly so I turned it off. I figured this was the “drowsy” part so I just laid back and let it wash over me as I went into this dream-state. Or at least I thought it was a dream. Next thing I know, my nurse is standing at the end of the bed with a big smile on his face. I look around and the curtains were drawn and the door locked. I also noticed that both my hands were tied to the bed. As I glanced back to his face, he said, “if you’re good and quiet, there won’t need to be a gag. Besides, they are used to screams on this floor all night long.” I had no idea what he meant, although I admit I wasn’t sure this was even real so I didn’t say a word. Then I saw him pull up a syringe, walk over and put it into my IV. As he depressed the plunger, he said I should take some deep breaths and just relax. I felt the warm tingle go up my arm and then up into my throat and my tongue started to tingle. I felt short of breath so I let out a cough, which worried me and I got anxious. “That’s completely normal. Here, try some more juice.” As I drank it, I felt that tingle move down my body and my pelvis start to surge up as my asshole began to throb and kagel. I went from dreamy to alert to horned out of my mind. As I lay there, strapped to the bed, I watched him pull the IV out and put a band-aid on. Then he proceeded to pull my covers down and look at my tight, ripped, lean body. He seemed to nod in approval as he muttered, “They are going to love this.” I watched as he picked up my boxer shorts and noticed I was flaccid, which made no sense since all I could think about was pulling my dick and coming. Next thing I know, he’s got another syringe and points it towards my cock. “You might want to look the other way, but I promise, it’ll be painless.” He lied. I felt a sharp prick as I watched, completely shocked and horrified, as he stuck the needle in my penis. It was over in seconds and I could feel more tingling happening there. He cradled my cock in his hand for a second and looked up at me and chuckled. My eyes must have been like saucers. Then I noticed my cock was growing in his hand and growing and growing. He treated it like a newborn pup, just before he put it in his mouth. He took it out and said “mmm, salty pre-cum, then leaned over and put his tongue in my mouth.” I tasted it as well. And my mouth and tongue went crazy for his as my pelvis began thrusting up and down begging for attention. I was about to vibrate out of the bed when there was a slight knock on the door. He turned and smiled and said, “Just wait. You’re gonna be very happy tonight.” He unlocked the door and in walked two more guys in hospital sweats, just as hot as he was. One looked older, grey haired, very masculine…the other was Latino with warm buttery skin and this wry grin on his face. They took one look at me and said to my nurse, “Damn, you hit the jackpot.” At this point, I didn’t know what was going to happen, but I admit every fantasy imaginable ran through my mind. I watched as all three guys wrapped a tourniquet around their arms and pulled out orange pointed syringes like the one that went into my IV. They were so relaxed as they each punctured the skin, drew back this swirling rush of red blood, then proceeded to count down, 3, 2, 1 push. As they each pulled out their needle and ripped off their armbands, I saw my nurse let out a little cough. He smiled and said “I gave myself a little extra…just to make sure tonight is special with this one.” The others laughed and then they turned and looked at me. I felt like carrion in the desert about to be eaten by vultures. What happened next was even harder to describe as they proceeded to take off their sweats, revealing these muscular, perfect bodies…and fully erect large penises. The latin guy’s was hooded, which I love, literally leaking pre-cum. They then walked over, took off my boxers and proceeded to start sucking my cock, fingering my hole, touching my body and kissing me. It felt like an electric current was running through my body. My nurse was the first to climb on the bed, lift my legs, and thrust his cock in me. I assume it was due to all his pre-cum because my ass was already wet. He had no problem getting inside when he moaned in pleasure before starting to build rhythm. The other two were touching each other and playing with their asses and cocks while they watched as my nurse start to build up steam. “What do you say I plant some seed for you guys?” “Hell yeah, let’s load him up.” I watched as his face began to turn flush, his rhythm increased, as he thrust it into me. Then he let out this grunt sound and practically tore my second backdoor open as I could feel him ejaculating into my cavity. I even felt the vein on his cock throbbing, as he kept ejaculating. He lay on top of me for a second, covered in sweat, waiting for his breathing to return to normal. Then he pulled his cock out, jumped off the bed, walked over and fed it to me. It was literally dripping in cum. The other two proceeded to laugh and I heard the word “flip?” I assumed it was to see who would fuck me next but instead, they untied me, put me on all fours horizontally and as one guy shoved his cock down my throat, the other guy mounted me from behind. They were laughing and moaning and I could hear the sloppy sound of cum being churned in and out of my hole. Next thing I hear is “you ready?” “Let’s do it.” They both sped up their motions and, amazingly, I felt a gush of cum down my throat and in my ass simultaneously. I was in heaven. They proceeded to put me in every position possible in the room. They even got me in the shower where I was able to feel their amazing skin and touch their bodies all over. Suddenly they pushed me down. I thought I was supposed to suck them all off but they held my head back as they each began to pee on me. I admit, I was so whacked out, I even opened my mouth and drank some of it. Sounds disgusting now but in the moment, it made me even hornier. Their tee smelled odd, making me think that I must have gotten even higher off of it. Before the sun came up, I had been used in every hole and every position by every guy and then showered off, put back in my boxers and laid back in bed. I was blissed-out with a huge grin on my face as I watched them get their scrubs back on and walk out. My nurse came over, put in a new IV and hooked me up to the machine. He pulled out another needle and put it in my IV fluid and said, “Here, this’ll help you sleep it off until mid-afternoon. Oh, I’ll let your doc know you’re going to need to stay another night to get more IV meds.” All I could do was smile and nod as I watched him walk out of the room and my eyes slowly closed. I woke up with the sun blazing through my window. In walked my day nurse, Leilani, from the day before. She took one look at me and said, “you must have had quite a night. You’ve slept all morning. Didn’t even wake up for your vitals.” Groggily I said, “Oh, I dreamt all night. Lots of tossing and turning. “ She seemed a little confused but just nodded as she walked out. All I could think of was how long before the Night Shift?

I was eighteen, short for my age at just five foot and very slim. Often people thought I was younger, but my Id proved them wronged. While I generally enjoyed school, I hated sports and took every opportunity to avoid them. When, however, I could not get out of sports, I usually tended to go for cross country runs, probably because they involved no physical contact. Looking back now, however, I see one of those cross country runs set me on a path for life. Our runs took us for miles, through urban areas and also through woodland and parks. On such runs naturally the urge to urinate would eventually arise, but my rule of thumb was to hold-out as long as I could, even if the act of running was exacerbating the necessity. One one particular run I found myself increasingly desperate, so when, as I entered a woodland, I spotted a sign for some public toilets, I immediately padded down the path through the bushes and trees and came to a secluded toilet. Entering, it took a bit before my eyes adjusted to the relative darkness compared to the bright sunlight outside. A sort of twilight, lit purely from whatever daylight managed to filter through the small and dirty windows at a high level on one wall. I stepped over to the urinals and, fishing my penis out from the leg of my shorts, let go a long stream of piss from my bursting bladder. As I finished I realised that a tall man was also standing at the end urinal and seemed to be watching me intently. Somewhat innocently I turned as I rearranged my shorts and our eyes met. Then he glanced down and my eyes automatically followed. He turned slightly and I saw this huge erection jutting from his trousers with two heavy balls hanging below. I stared fascinated. It was the first mans cock I had ever seen, and it was enormously erect with a big swollen purple head that glistened moistly. His hand was wrapped around the shaft and he slowly eased it back and forth, the foreskin rolling over the head as he did so. A big drop of fluid emerged from the end and hung there obscenely, glistening in the dim light. "Come here", he said authoritatively. As if hypnotized, my legs propelled me in his direction, stopping a foot or so in front of him, only for him to reach over, grab my hair with one hand, as his other hand covered my mouth. The shock brought me to my senses, but too late. His fingers were woven into my hair and he forced my head down relentlessly until my face was level with his swollen member. A small biohazard symbol was tattooed to the upper left of his cock. Two fingers of his left hand were being forced into my mouth and he pried my teeth apart until my mouth gaped open. He then slid the swollen moist head of his cock between my lips commanding "Don't try to shout or scream boy. Just enjoy it. Oh, and don't bite me or I'll hurt you," he admonished, removing his fingers so that my lips clamped around the head. I was disgusted but his grip of my hair prevented me from moving my head. He slowly eased his cock further into my mouth until the head hit the back of my mouth at the top of my throat. He moaned and then started thrusting slowly back and forth. He had about four inches in my mouth and transferred his hands to hold my ears while he settled into a rhythm, my saliva and his precum lubricating the thrusts. As he raped my mouth I adjusted to the feel of his cock sliding over my tongue. It seemed like ages but was probably only about five minutes. But he was not satisfied with this and his bell end increasingly bashed against the back of my mouth. Then he held me firmly by the ears as he pushed the head into my throat. "Stop teasing me boy and take it right down your throat. You know you want it.," he said. I gagged and resisted and my arms flailed about as I struggled to resist. But then I heard one of the cubicle doors creak open and realised we had been watched by another man. He came over and grabbed both of my arms pulling them together behind me. At this the first man forced his cock into my throat, ignoring my gagging, and started a brutal throat rape. His cock stretched my throat open and his cock rammed a couple of inches into my gullet. "That's it, throat-rape the little slut," I heard a new voice, as the second man encouraged the first man. I was now held firmly by the ears and wrists and couldn't struggle. "Hang on a minute, let's strip him," , he added and he grasped both my wrists in one hand, and using the other to pull my tee shirt over my head. He then proceeded to tie my wrists together behind my back using my own tee shirt. The first man resumed his rape of my throat, slamming his swollen cock into my gullet and into my throat. The second man then pulled my shorts down to my ankles and raised one of my feet to free the shorts completely. This unbalanced me and I fell forward, impaling myself fully on the tool reaming my throat. Pubic hair was ground into my face as my throat accepted the full length. "Yes, take it!", I heard the first man say and he started long dicking my throat to the hilt. I gasped for air and my breathing rasped noisily as I struggled to breathe around the thick shaft. At the same time I felt my buttocks being parted and a finger pushing into my virgin boyhole. It was withdrawn and the second man spat onto my hole, reinserting the finger to the knuckle. Then a second finger was thrust in alongside stretching my hole open. The man worked my hole loosening it up. Then he pulled out his fingers, kicked my legs apart and I felt his cock head against my spittle wet hole. He held my hips and pushed the head inside. The pain was excruciating, but my groans were muted by the cock raping my throat and my efforts to complain just opened my throat more. The second man pushed and slowly forced his cock further and further in, deeper than I thought possible. Eventually, with one savage thrust his cock was in to the hilt, his pubic hair scratching against my virgin buttocks. "God his cunt is tight", he said. "I think he's a virgin", responded the first,"lets break him in as a pussy boy, I need to dump this toxic load". The second man started thrusting in and out, long smooth strokes that pulled my hole inside out on each exit stroke. Together they long-dicked me both ends synchronizing their strokes so that both ends were filled at the same time. I realised my only hope of surviving was to cooperate and try to relax both my throat and boy hole. "He's starting to enjoy it", one of them said and they settled in for a long session. A whistle announced the arrival of another man. "Hey John, who's your new fuckboy then?" "He's letting you do him bareback. He obviously doesn't know you," I heard. It seemed the new arrival already knew at least one of the first two. "Didn't give him a choice, but he wants it now, Just see how he's taking it and he's gonna get my spunk soon." "You wanna bit of him too?" "Damn right, I'll just get my mate from the van and we'll do him after you." With that he briefly left, returning after a couple of minutes with his mate who asked "Fuck, he's a cute young pussy boy. What's his cunt like?" "Fucking tight. I'm gonna cum in a minute," the first man added. At the same time the rate of his thrusts increased, his shaft swelled even thicker and harder as he pulled my ears tightly, thrusting fully into my throat. His cock pulsated as a stream of hot thick cum poured into my throat. Withdrawing his cock so his head alone remained in my mouth, his balls continued pumping volley after volley into my mouth. "Swallow boy, get used to it," he ordered. I complied, the thick spunk sliding downing my throat as I urgently sought to swallow it all. It tasted funny, sort of salty. I can't say I was sorry when the spurts of cum slowed down, not because I didn't enjoy swallowing his load, but rather if only to catch my breath, only to have him withdraw completely, wiping his cock head on my lips as he muttered "Fuck, that was amazing." "I'm gonna cum too, take my poz load.", the second man said. Shit it made sense. The biohazard and toxic talk. They had HIV and they were cumming in me. I struggled but to no avail. I felt his cock swell and pulse and I felt his hot spunk shooting into my guts, holding it fully in as he filled my boyhole, the hot spunk searing the tenderised insides. Then he too pulled out and a rush of cool air replaced his cock in my ravaged hole. The muscles contracted, closing my ring and preventing the big load of spunk from sliding out. I could feel it sliming about inside. I felt relieved that was over, but I hadn't counted on the two new arrivals. As I looked up the two arrivals, both black men were stripping off. I stared fascinated, one had a long thick erection about 10 inches with a massive cock head while the other had a slightly shorter 9 inches but really thick. They both started to wank their shafts, and I watched, fascinated, as the one in front of me rolled his thick foreskin back over the bell shaped head and it became rock hard with a large drop of precum glistening obscenely at the tip. I started to panic but the first quickly grabbed my head and thrust the head of his cock into my mouth. My lipsstretched to accommodate it all as he slid in along my tongue and into mythroat. At the same time his mate lined his cock up to my open boyhole and thrust in all the way, his massive tool like a bottle stretching the tender walls of my boyhole. I felt spunk running down my legs as the savage battering forced it out. The savage rape of my holes was now taken over by these two black men with huge cocks. "Hold him steady will you", one of them said and the first two men took up a position on each side of me pulling my arms and holding me tightly and rigid. Sweat was pouring down my face and dripped to the floor and my breath rasped noisily as I stuggled to inhale. My throat had become an open channel to the massive invader long dicking me at each thrust. His mate was synchronizing his thrusts so that both were embedded to the hilt together. Fortunately the thick load of spunk lining my boyhole made the anal rape less painful and I focussed on just staying conscious. Suddenly both men stopped, as if by some signal and dragged me into a cubicle. One sat down on the toilet and pulled me back to sit on him, impaled on his engorged cock. It slid fully inside to the hilt. The second black guy grabbed my ankles and drew my legs up to his shoulders, my white socks and trainers each side of his head. His cockhead brushed against my stuffed boyhole. Then slowly he pushed forward and against all resistance forced his cockhead in also. He held a hand over my mouth and suppressed my screams as he pushed further and further into my hole. I must have passed out because after a bit I came to with both cocks fully embedded in my cunt. I felt stretched beyond what was possible. The sitting guy raised me by the hips until both massive cocks were almost out – just the big heads inside my newly formed boy pussy. Then he slammed me back down and the two massive black cocks mashed together expanding my cunt to its limits. Againand again, faster and faster, and gradually the wilder the doublefuck became the more I began to enjoy the invasion and ignore the pain. Slamming in and out, sliding against each other, their two dicks fought, tearing through the last remains of my sweet boyhood. And the tender walls of my newly formed cunt fitted the double fuckpoles like a glove. Then suddenly my head was pulled down to one side as a third guy forced his cock into my mouth and started raping my throat. My boyhole was stretched beyond its limits to take the savage double fuck that was happening and my lips were numb and my throat raw into its brutal rape. I managed to slip my wrists from the tee shirt and clung on to the thighs of the guy under me. Suddenly the door swung open. From the corner of one eye I could see 2 new guys had arrived and were enjoying the spectacle. Here I was, an 18 year old slutboy, naked and being gangraped brutally and at the same time enjoying my conversion into a hollow fucktube. They opened their trouser flys and started pounding their big cocks. It seemed to continue for ages. Eventually I could feel the two cocks in my boy hole speed up further and I felt them expand. One guy and then the other started shooting a huge double load deep into my guts. Then the third guy rammed his cock deep into my throat to the hilt and held it there. I felt it pulsing and throb as jet after jet of thick cum was unloaded deep in my throat. After a minute he pulled his still semi erect cock from my throat, pulled up his jeans and just left without saying anything. I slumped forward against the standing black guy. "Wassup boi?" he asked. But I was too exhausted to reply. He stepped back and the guy under me pushed me forward. I slumped forward onto the floor, naked and sweating, with cum seeping from my cunt and a dribble trailing from my swollen mouth and lips. "You've now got a pussy both ends boi", the first black guy said, pushing a thick finger into my swollen pussy, and the both laughed obscenely. I just lay on the dirty stinking piss covered floor as they dressed, too shattered to move. "We've got some mates who wud love to use you boi, so if you want you can be out new white pussyboi. Just be here next Friday at 5.30 after work". Then they turned and left laughing. The two guys who had been watching now pulled me onto all fours and one stuffed his swollen cock deep into my throat while the other rammed his cock into my tender raped cunthole. They rammed in and out to the hilt until they too unloaded their spunk into me. Then they simply let me slump back to the ground and left laughing. I lay there for a while gathering my senses, then crawled around and found my shorts and tee shirt. I pulled them back on and managed to stagger from the toilet into the sunlight outside. Bow legged with cum seeping from my ravaged hole I slowly headed back to school and decided to tell them I had got lost and beaten up by some youths. But I wondered if my throat and new pussy would be sufficiently recovered for next Friday and wondered how many mates they had and how much I could take. It wouldn't be long before I found out...

Blonde And Stupid – Two Christian Boys Dragged Down (Part 01) Blonde And Stupid – Two Christian Boys Dragged Down (Part 01) ** Please remember to ‘like’ the story if you enjoyed it. Feel free to comment or to contact me via mail. Thx. ** Ryan and Ben met each other on the internet. They were both 18 years old and looked for companionship, since they were both still in the closet. They talked about their dreams, their school, about their sexual fantasies and about their families. It is not easy to come out, if you were raised under Christian guides. Both families were heavily engaged in their churches. There was no way to just come out and tell them ‘Hey Mom and Dad…. I have to die…. I’m just kidding…. I won’t die. I am only gay.’ Both parents would have probably said, it would be better that their sons were dead instead. Ryan lived in Macon (Georgia), while Ben was from Rome (Georgia). After chatting for a few days, they planned to meet in ‘real life’ in Atlanta. It wasn’t that easy, because Ben had no car. He had to borrow it from his mother. Ryan’s parents bought their son a car, when he turned 18. The two guys could have been brothers. They laughed about it, when they first met. Both teens had blue eyes. Both were blonde. While Ben had curly long hair, Ryan had a nice sidecut. Both twinks were around 5,6 feet tall and were quite slim. And even sexually they were both totally bottom guys. They couldn’t even think about sticking the own cock into someone else’s orifice. They would rather fantasize about jocks, passing them by on the streets of Atlanta. Or classmates they had, who were captain of the football team. They even managed to connect their families, by telling them, they both met on an interschool scientific project. And since both boys were totally alike, and were both from Christian families, the parents would allow overnight stays. On one of those ‘week-end’ occasions, the two friends surfed together on the internet. They were logged into a gay dating portal and browsed through the pictures and ads. “Here…. look at this. Gang-Bang Atlanta Bottoms Wanted….” Ryan pointed at the screen. They opened the profile and saw some pictures of different sized cocks. So far so good, they thought. Both admired the different shapes and sizes and expressed both, that they would love to get fucked by these guys. The profile stated 8 tops and 1 bottom were looking for other participants. Ryan had a raging hard on and Ben also massaged his cock underneath his jeans. They just left the profile, when a message popped up on their screen. BioHazard1 asked if the guys would like to get their asses fucked by eight BioHazard Tops. Ryan replied ‘That would be great. We both would love to be hammered by your big cocks’ *he wrote the message, without Ben’s approval and hit the ‘sent’ button* Ben laughed out loud, when he saw, what his pal was offering. BioHazard1 sent another message and demanded some pictures, since the their profile had none. Both boys discussed, if they should send their pictures to the guys. They agreed to send a fake picture from the internet, to keep the horny game going, but in the meanwhile another message appeared on the screen. Biohazard1 said ‘We could use Skype and sent the address needed.’ “Oh oh… and now?” Ben said and slapped his friend playfully over the head. “We could open the cam and turn it around for a while. I would love to see those cocks” Ryan pouted. Ben was the scared and shook his head. He wouldn’t hold his face into the cam. He got up instead and left the range. Ryan was a little bit more cocky and sent a request, with his cam turned to the wall. On the screen another room went alight. Four jocks were sitting in front of the cam. They were cheering and yelling at them, smiling into the camera. Then one guy asked, why the cam stayed dark. “That’s such a bullshit. If you want to fake stuff, then look for other guys. We are serious about meeting, you little fuck. You are probably….” he couldn’t finish the sentence, because Ryan turned the cam into his direction now. Why did he do that? Maybe he just wanted to show, that he was for real. Maybe he wanted prolong the chat, while watching the guys on the other side. Now that they saw Ryan they hollered again. “Fuck – you are hot. Where is your friend?” “He is shy and standing further away. Ben, come back here. It is only fair, that they see you, since we can see them” Ryan begged his friend. Ben rolled with his eyes and walked back to his seat. Another four guys came into view. You couldn’t see all the handsome faces, now that almost all guys were in front of the cam. When they saw Ben they freaked out even more. “When can you be here? We want to rip your asses apart” the same guy said. He stood up and held his dick into the cam, which was such a fat cock. It reminded Ryan of a huge coke can. “How big is it?” Ryan asked. “Nine inches! Come and try it out. I will make it fit…” the guy growled. “We’re in Macon right now and it is quite late” Ben mentioned. “Fuck that – come here at once. We need guys like you offering their pussies. Come and be happy with our dicks… that’s what you need you FAGGOTS.” “Are you two brothers?” another jock asked. “No – just friends, but we are both totally submissive. We love to bottom. Do we have to fuck also?” Ben wanted to know. “If you want to get hammered only, it is fine with us. Just bring your bodies to us and we will do the rest” the others cheered. “So we would be three bottoms?” Ryan played on with the game. “Fuck that old slag here. We will kick him out if you two dolls are coming. We really want to fuck you bad….” Both twinks were already massaging their bumps in their jeans. “Show us your assholes faggots. Turn around and show us your hole…. BITCHES” several guys yelled and showed their bare penises. “CUNT CUNT CUNT….” they shouted out loud. Ryan stood up and turned around, while opening his jeans. “Are you serious?” Ben was totally shocked. “You can’t really show your….” he continued but was too late. Ryan moved the chair away and lowered his pants and briefs. He pulled his cheeks apart and showed his virgin asshole. Because of his fair and blonde appearance he almost didn’t have any hair around his pucker. You could hear loud cheering form the speakers, before the sound and the picture stopped. Ben had disconnected the streaming. “Are you totally nuts? Your parents are sleeping downstairs. Do you want us to be killed?” you could see he was really agitated. Ryan was still standing there bare assed. His face was totally red and all of a sudden he felt also ashamed of his actions. He pulled his pants back on and sat down in silence. “I am sorry… but I felt so horny and these guys are so cool. Did you see the sizes of their cocks? We should be in Atlanta and not here. Oh man – this sucks!” Ryan answered. Suddenly the guys heard another signal. A new message came in from Biohazard1. ‘Hey – what happened? Where have you gone?’ Both guys just stared at the screen. Biohazard1: ‘Are you scared?’ “Are we going to answer them?” Ryan asked. Ben didn’t react. “Look – if we just run away, then this might happen over and over again. And I don’t want to run. I want to get fucked…” Ryan sighed. “Ok…. answer then” Ben nodded. ‘Yes we are scared’ Ryan replied. ‘What is your status then? Do you know?’ Biohazard1 wanted to know. Ryan and Ben didn’t understand the real meaning of the question. ‘We are both still in the closet. That is our status. Our parents do not know that we are gay and we never met other guys for sex. We didn’t even fuck each other, because we are both strictly bottom.’ Ryan wrote honestly. ‘So you are both virgins?’ ‘Yes’ ‘Never had a cock in your ass or mouth?’ Biohazard1 replied. ‘We are totally new to this… I mean I know where it should go in and what it does there, but I am not so sure about Ben though’ Ryan hit the ‘send’ button and laughed. Ben gave his thigh a knock and both friends laughed. ‘We respect your virginity and understand your fear. But it would be cool for us, if you could decide to keep the contact to us.’ Biohazard1 answered. Both lads couldn’t see the guys on the other side anymore. If they would have seen them, they would have doubted the honesty of those words. “Fuck…. fuck…. they are virgins. We need to get our toxic junk into them… come on, write something nice. Don’t fucking lose them” some guys whispered to the one, who called himself Biohazard1. ‘I am not talking about the sexual aspect here. Although we would answer you those questions too. But it seems to us, that you need some assistance. Some sort of guidance – maybe from guys who are a bit older than you and have some experience already.’ “What do you think” Ryan asked Ben. “They sure looked like horny jocks, but I think we could really need some help to get out of this hole” Ben sighed. ‘We would love to keep the contact. We got you on Skype. Maybe you would like to talk to us tomorrow?’ Ryan suggested. ‘We would love that too. Have a good night then’ ‘Good night and May God Bless you all.’ That was the second, when Biohazard1 shot a load all over his keyboard. They would drag those Christian boys down. All the way…

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

PART 1 i was 21 when i got pozzed. i happened during a vacation in the USA. i was visiting NYC with a friend of mine. one evening i decided to go to a bathhouse i ended up in a cruising club. there were only a handful guys my age. most guys were around 35 - 40. after 30 minutes walking around in my towel i got eye contact with a hot ripped black dude. he started following me so i decided to drop my towel so he could see my ass. he grabbed my arm and pushed me against the wall. he asked my where i came from because i didn't look American. i told him that i came from amsterdam. we talked some more. he asked me if i wanted to go to his cabin; i said yes. In his cabin he also dropped his towel and i was amazed by his enormous dick dangling. i asked how big it was and he told me it was 11.5 inch when it was hard. he asked me if i could take something that big in my ass. i said i never had a cock that big but that i already played several years with some big and long dildo's. i started to lick and suck his cock that started to grow and began to ooze precum. He turned me around and made my hole wet. Then he put his finger in a bag, when it came out it was covered in some white powder. he said that it would relax me more. he stuck his finger up my ass and start moving around. My ass started to burn. but he told me that the burning feeling will go a way. i was laying flat on my stomach legs spread while he lube up my ass and started to shove more fingers in my ass. a stranger feeling started to come over me. i was getting hot and became super horny. i started to push my ass up so i could feel his fingers deeper. he stopped and started to mount me. i felt the head of his huge cock pressing against my sphincter. he then said to me: "listen, i'm not wearing a condom because my cock is to big. and even if they would fit i don't use them. hate the feeling. you can leave now if you don't like it...". until that moment i only fucked bare with close friends. but i was so horny that i replied with "fuck me". he grabbed my shoulders and thrust his hips forward. my ass gave way for his huge cock. my ass was used to big dildo's but didn't prepare me for his black rod. i wanted to scream but he placed his hand over my mouth. he shove his dick deeper in side me. only the last 2 inch didn't go in. so he grab some poppers and held it under my nose. "inhale deep" he said. "more". after i inhaled deep he told me to hold my breath, but after 10 seconds i wanted to exhale via my nose, but before i knew he held my nose shut with the other hand. i started to struggle but i was pinned down. he was suffocating me. i saw stars and started to blackout. He took away his hand. at the same time i gasped for air he pushed his hips forward. my second sphincter gave way and he sank his whole length in my ass. the feeling was so intense that i could only moan softly. my body was shivering. after a few minutes i felt his cock slowly retracting. he grab his bag again, so i turned my head and saw that he was putting a good amount on the tip of his cock. then i felt how he shoved his cock deep in me. "in a few minutes you will meet Tina again and this time she will make you go wild". i had no idea what he meant and i didn't care. he had me in his power. then i felt a rush going trough me. i became warm. he saw me grabbing my hair and knew that the Tina did his job. he grab my wrists and put them above my head. his hips start to move. slowly he took out his cock a bit and plunged it back in my ass. with each stroke he pulled out more of his BBC. His strokes became longer and faster. then he said "your ass is great i can't hold back my first load much longer. do you want me to cum?". i replied with a loud moan. "you want me to keep fucking?" he asked. again i replied with a loud moan. "if you want me to cumfuck you... then tell me that you wanted it." he said. "do you want my cum?" he asked. I moaned back "yes". "Inside you?".... "Yessss. come inside me!". "No matter what?"... "Noooo... i want all!". "are you sure?! i will knock you up... merge my DNA with yours"... "My ass is yours... make it yours". Then he started to grunt. "I'm cumming" he shouted. he plunged his dick deep in my ass. i felt the cum shooting out. he waited a few seconds and started fucking me again. "I'm still coming... do you feel my toxic cum breeding you?". i heard him say 'toxic' but i was to high to process what he said. "Breed your bitch!" i moaned. MORE TO CUM!

I went into the neighborhood movie theater early on a Monday afternoon. The place was pretty empty except for the two Indian attendants, both around their mid-twenties. One of them was Sikh. I paid the entrance fee went in and took a seat. The movie started and the Sikh attendant came and sat down near me. He was wearing white pants and had quite a large bulge, which I had stared at as I came into the theater. He rubbed it as he sat down. He didn't sit for long. He got up after a few minutes and walked out, openly grabbing his crotch. I looked at his face and he smiled sheepishly, almost shyly. I continued watching the movie, but thought about the attendant. I am very shy so I was afraid to do anything. Half way through the movie I went to the men's room. While I used the urinal, the Sikh guy walked in and stood on the urinal next to me. He took out his dark cock and shook it. It instantly got hard. It was nice and dark and had a purple mushroom head. I looked at his face and he smiled and took my hand and wrapped it around his cock. I was very nervous and surprised that this guy had the guts to do this. As I held his cock he casually grabbed my ass. He unbuckled my pants and yanked my pants down and started to probe my asshole. I was very worried someone would walk in, but he didn't seem to care. He grabbed me by the arm and led me to the stall. There he pushed my face against the wall, my ass at his disposal. He put on a condom and greased my hole. I didn't know what to do. Naturally I was both nervous and excited. I felt his cock tease my hole. I looked back at his face and he smiled at me. Suddenly I felt the pain of his cock stretching my hole as it went in. I whined and tried to push him off. He stopped and wrapped his hands around me while holding on to my wrists. Again I felt the searing pain of his cock entering. I tried to struggle, but he was holding me very tightly. Then suddenly he plunged his cock up my hole in one push. I opened my mouth and sucked in air. He asked me if it hurt and I looked back at him and said "Yes, it hurts. Please take it out.” He smiled again and said "Good, I like to make it hurt." His cock seemed to get even harder and bigger. He pulled it almost all the way out and then pushed it back in. I was whining and moaning in pain. I’m sure I was blushing from the shame of my situation. In any event, he was solely interested in his own pleasure. As my hole became accustomed to his cock, he pulled out and spanked my ass hard. I plead with him to stop, which, to my relief, he did. He took off the condom. I was thankful it was over, and leaned on the wall to catch my breath. Suddenly I felt his raw cock pushed up my hole once again. "No, not bare - stop” I said, as I tried to wiggle out of his control, but I guess I didn’t try very hard, because he was able to put his arm around my neck and one around my waist, essentially immobilizing me. I had to worry about both restricted breathing and a violated ass! He kept fucking my hole faster and faster until he filled me with his Sikh spunk. He pulled his cock out. I looked back at him and he had a big smile on his face. Then he stuck his finger up my hole and laughed. I looked at his cock and it was still hard and throbbing, as his spunk oozed out my hole.

Ultimate Stealth Being an independent contractor, I have to go where the work is, and I accepted a six month contract to work in Tampa, FL. I hired my partner to be my helper in the work, as I commonly do when I have to work out of town. We are each Poz, and we are nearing the point where we will need to go on meds, as our counts are getting high. But I expect we have about a year of still being potent. I tell you this because we enjoy being gifters, openly or by stealth. We’ve each knocked up about 20 men, and we were talking about how we might get that number higher during the time we were on contract. We decided to create new profiles on all the sex sites we use, new screen names, and to list ourselves as Neg and Safe Sex Only. We found a nice apartment on North Dale Mabry and rented sufficient furniture and made the second bedroom into our playroom, installing the one piece of furniture from home we had to bring with us, our big sling. This has seen years of use, and we are so glad we got the springs that make hard fucking such a pleasure. We also have a big mirror that we mount on top, not the little fish eye mirror some sites offer, but one almost as big as the sling stand itself. If the spotlight we clamp on the side is in the right place, the bottom can watch that cock disappear in his ass just like he was watching porn. So many men tell us that is one of the things they enjoy when we fuck them, after our big thick cocks. I think mine is thicker, but Johnny’s is just a bit longer, with a nice point that seeks out second sphincters so well. I don’t need to tell you how much we love to tag team breed in that sling. Each will fuck till he gets close, then the other takes over, and the fuck seems to go on forever. Plus we like to keep the head of the sling low, so the mouth of the bottom is at cock level. He can just turn his head and keep the next fucker sucked up hard and slick. Now eventually any breeding top will spew in his bottom’s hole, and then the other gets to fuck in his cum and plant his load on top. I love to pop a tight hole open and fuck him till I plant my load, but I also love to slide in on the warm blanket of another man’s cum. Seeing that white ring of cum around my shaft as I fuck is as much a turn-on as that marvelous feel of warm cum as the lube, a warm glove around my shaft as I fuck and breed ass. There is no better fuck lube than another man’s cum. And after I plant my load I always present my cummy cock to the bottom, so he can suck it clean and get to taste the cum of the various men that have given him their loads. I’m sure most of you know the pleasure and excitement of finding a Neg bottom that wants to convert. He will be so excited about it that he’s practically fucking himself on your Poz cock. The first man I ever knocked up was stiff as a poker the whole fuck, and when I told him it was the moment of conversion when he felt my Poz cock spasm in his ass, filling him with my poison seed, his cock exploded and shot cum over his head without him touching it. I’ve done lots of conversion scenes, and they all make me stiff thinking about them. But the ones that make my stiff cock drip are the ones I fucked and bred that didn’t know I was Poz and giving them dirty loads. I think stealth gifters are probably the dirtiest fuckers I know. And the worst ones are the ones that pass themselves off as Neg and Safe. And I guess that makes me a really dirty fucking bastard, ‘cause that’s what I do. So we got moved in and set up and found the local places, but as usual, most of the action came off the net. In order to set it up, we made sure to buy a big box of condoms, something we’ve never had to do before. And we got gloves for fisting, something else we’ve never had to do. But buying them was not nearly as bad as having to use them. But it was necessary to set the scene, so we did it. We had many men over and made sure they were safe as they did for us, and we were very careful to always use rubbers when we fucked them, and gloves for the few that wanted to fist. And after a month, we had a pretty good clientele. We had discussed how we might make the change from safe to raw play, and we decided we would wait and let the bottoms ask first, so we wouldn’t show our hand in the game. And sure enough, after about a month, they began to ask. And we refused, as that was not safe. We wanted to wait until about six weeks before we were to leave to begin playing raw, so that if anyone tested Poz, we would be long gone by that time. And the plan worked perfectly. The bottoms kept asking, can’t we play raw, since we’re all safe, and we used the standard speech, we don’t know where you’ve been or who you’ve played with, and they used the standard speech, only the bottom is at risk, the tops never get it, only bottoms get AIDS fucked up their ass. So slowly, about three months into the game, we began to give in. We would fuck safe with a man for the first loads, and then play raw at the end, when we were mostly out of cum and it was very unlikely that anyone would be infected. But we also began to plan our big party. By this time we had our targets in mind. Besides the single men, there was one Daddy that had a Boy and sometimes would bring some other Boys along. We wanted to nail Daddy, if possible, so if we didn’t get his Boys, he would, as he would often breed them, knowing they didn’t play raw with other men. So six weeks prior to the end of my contract, we set up the party. In our regular play we let them bring up the possibility of making this a bareback party, as we were all safe. And of course we refused at first, finally giving in to them. “OK, if that’s what you want, since we know we are all safe, we will do it bareback.” The week prior we both had to be good and not fuck with each other or anyone else, so our balls would be as full of dirty Poz cum as possible. We set the party for a Saturday night, and invited Daddy and his Boy, and he would bring two other Boys, so we each could have one to start with, and then trade around. And the times we were with Daddy prior to this, we made sure to include him in the rimming, so he was accustomed to us rimming his ass, just to warm him up or while he was fucking. After a while he got to enjoy it, which is what we wanted. When it got to the point that he would offer us his ass for rimming just before he would start to fuck his Boy, we knew we had our man. When the given Saturday arrived, we skipped dinner after a light lunch and took Viagra, so we knew we would stay UP for all the action ahead of us. By the time the men arrived we were both about to bust to breed ass, so after we’d all had a beer and gotten naked, we were very glad when the Boys started to suck the Dads. And we made sure to rim all the Boys well, so that rimming became part of the fuck ritual. I was fortunate to get Daddy’s Boy first; Johnny got one of the others and Daddy got the odd Boy out. I got Daddy’s Boy in the sling and made sure he had his poppers as I ate his ass, and I ate it even longer than normal, so he was begging for my dick. And all that spit made it easy to slide home raw in that cute tight ass. He really was a great Boy for Dad, but all I was thinking about at this point was trying not to spurt too early. I wanted to give him a long hard fuck and wear his ass out good, so the Poz cum I would inject would take. So I started out slow and easy, and then would build it up and really begin to pound his ass, which he loves, and then I would back off and play with his ass lips on the head of my cock, again till he would beg me to fuck him hard. After several times of soft and easy and then hard pounding, I knew I was getting to the point that I couldn’t take it much longer. I looked around and saw Johnny fucking one of the Boys on the bed, and Daddy had another Boy on the opposite side, so the Boys were kissing each other while the Dads had their legs over their shoulders. I think Dad hit the point of no return first and planted his load. “Damn, don’t it feel good to breed a Boy’s ass!” he shouted as he spurted his load. And about that time Johnny let go his dirty load, and he just looked at me and smiled that dirty breeder look while he dumped his poison load in. So it was my turn, and I increased my tempo and fucked that Boy as hard as I’ve ever fucked any man, and felt my dirty cock spew as I gave him the poison load that he will never forget. He was telling me how good it felt to have a man cum in his ass, but he was preaching to the choir; I’ve heard that so many times, and I’ve told every one of them, once you take a load raw, you’ll never want another rubber in your ass, you want cum! We all had to take a break after that, so we sat around drinking beer and smoking till the Boys started sucking dick again. I had told Johnny beforehand that we would each knock up a Boy, and then in the next round, he would knock up the Boy that didn’t get any Poz cum the first time, and I would go after Dad. So Johnny went after the Boy that still needed his Poz load, and Dad went after the one that got Johnny’s load, and that left me with Dad’s Boy again. I was letting him suck me and playing with his ass; he knew I had already had him, so he was biding time till Johnny could have a turn at his ass. But I was aiming for Dad. I got down behind Dad as he was fucking the Boy with the Poz cum in his ass, and began to rim him as he fucked ass. He pulled out a little to give me a better target, as he knew the rimming helped him get stiff to fuck again. And then he resumed fucking, and with the help of the rimming, it wasn’t long before he planted his second load. This time when the Boys went out with Johnny for beer and smoke time, I made sure that Dad stayed back, as I sucked his cock clean and just generally made him feel comfortable on the bed. I had him lie back with his legs over the end of the bed, and finished tongue cleaning up his bush and balls, and then I put his legs on my shoulders and began to rim him again. I knew this would turn him on, and despite having planted two loads in a relatively short time, he was beginning to get stiff again. Funny thing, a man’s tongue in your asshole will do that to you. So I’m slobbering all over his ass and making love to his hole, and he raised his legs off my shoulders to give me better access. I couldn’t have asked for a better path to my target. At the edge of the bed I had put a small container of Crisco, and I was greasing my cock up, and despite having planted a load earlier, the thought of knocking up Daddy had my cock stiff and dripping. So when Daddy was holding his legs up and moving his ass on my tongue, I knew this was my chance. I got up as quickly as I could, and I stuck my greasy cockhead up his ass. The pop of the cockhead parting ass sure got his attention, so I leaned over him to begin kissing him, pressing his legs to his chest, and forcing my cock up his ass. I had greased up well, so I just slid home after popping open that tight hole. He was trying to protest and get me off, but I was telling him how wonderful he was, what a man he was, all the things you say to a man to get in his ass. And I think he was actually enjoying it, as he started kissing me back and stopped resisting as I began to work my cock in till I was balls deep. I imagine Daddy had been fucked before, as just about every gay man has been at some point in his life. He may not like it, but he will accept it. I always say “When you open your body to the root of his manhood, both receive pleasure!” And though I may not enjoy having the shit fucked out of me, I do like to feel a man inside me sometimes. And having the Boys out of the room removed any feel of shame he might have felt if his Boy had been there watching. And after I got going I could tell he was getting into it, even though I bet he would never admit it. But my problem was how excited I was; I knew I couldn’t keep this up much longer, as I was so hot to breed this man with my Poz cum. So our fuck was not long, but I ended it with a very hot and heavy slap-ass breeding that I hoped would do the job. I sure did enjoy watching his face filled with pleasure as I filled his ass with my poison cum. One of the problems with stealth breeding is you get too excited doing it and cum too soon. When I pulled out I felched around his ass to clean up any drips, so that the Boys wouldn’t see he had taken a load, but I didn’t suck any Poz cum out, I wanted it to stay in there and take hold. I suggested we go join the others after a last kiss and thanks for a hot fuck. We went in and found the Boys about to drag Johnny back in for another round, so we let them go play for a while I had a smoke and Dad had a beer. Then after a long enough pause to recharge, we went back in. Johnny was fucking Dad’s Boy in the sling and the other two were fucking each other, but when we came back in they untangled and the one I had not yet fucked sucked me and I got in him while the other did the same to Dad. I think each Boy had two loads by this point, and I had fired so hard and deep that I doubted I had any cum left, but I had a stiff Viagra dick that was loving fucking in the cum in his kid’s ass and I did my best to work it in good and hard, even if I couldn’t add any more but a dribble of demon seed into it. We finally gave up late in the night/early morning, and Dad and the Boys left us to collapse and recuperate. But before they left we made plans for a going away party the last Saturday we were to be there. And what a party that was. Dad came back with the two Boys, and we invited all the men we had been fucking raw, and they all came except one that had the flu (we hoped it was the Poz fuck flu). Johnny and I held off the week prior, again so that our balls were full, and we tried to nail the ones we were not sure of. There were a couple of guys with the sniffles, so we were getting out of town just in time. After we left as many men as possible dripping our poison cum, we packed up the sling and stole away in the night, deleting our profiles and our screen names and changing our email addresses and profiles back to what they had been before: Poz breeders, dirty raw fuckers, only plant our loads, no condoms allowed! And if you’re interested in converting, talk to us! Jerry Prince 11/9/12

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.

Lately, I've been really feeling slutty. I don't know why. Just a month or two ago, I thought I was a total top. Well, today I finally received my first jock strap. I put it on and I instantly felt like a hot slut. I opened Grindr, and even thought my profile is still very top, a 38 year old with a good dick messaged. He came into my room as I was on all fours. He never said a word. I had a sleeping mask over my eyes. He fucked me for about 5-10 minutes as my dick stayed safely in my pouch. For the first time in my life, I felt cum entering my pussy. My ass got super warm and then he held it there. He got dressed and left. He messaged me "Thanks for letting me make a deposit." I went over to the mirror in the pic. I wasn't sure how much cum I had in me. I started pushing out a little. I had to stop myself because it felt like it would flood out. I grabbed some toilet paper from the bathroom to catch all of his anonymous cum inside of me. There was so much though that it shot out and squirted all over the carpet. It was so hot being filled up like that, but now I'm dealing with the normal issues of guilt and fear of HIV.

Late this afternoon stopped by the store near JFK at first it was pretty dead and right when I was decided to go, in comes this guy goes to the booth. I decide to check him out via the gloryhole and he was packing not in length but girth. He noticed me and smiled, I closed the booth fed the machine took a good hit of my poppers and tried to swallow this monster of a cock. It didn't take long for me to learn to work and I could tell he was appreciative of my work. While alternating between sucking him and taking hits, his phone rings and he zips up and leaves. Sad and disappointed I waited to see if something else would pop up. Fortunately he comes back smiling at me grabbing his crouch telling me how good I was and he goes to a booth leaves the door open for me to come in. Come in we feed the machine and he whips out his dick and I start sucking it. He wants a hit of the poppers and I give it to him and then I take two long his and start to devour his cock he pulls out of my mouth and says he wants to play with my ass, so I stand up drop my pants and underwear so he can feel my ass instead he turns me around spots on his hand and rub the spot on my hole and presses his thick cock against my hole and I involuntary tightened my hole and he pressed a little harder and I moaned like a bitch due to equal parts pain and pleasure . He pushed until the head was firmly in me and I was pushing back unto him then he pulls out I drop to my knees to suck him tasting my ass on his head. After giving him more head he wanted to play with my ass more. We kept this up opening my ass more and more getting deeper in me more and more until he had me impaled on his thick cock. He was fucking me deep till my own dick was leaking precum. He grunted and then he erupted in my guts and pulled his wet dick outta me I kicked him clean and started to stroke myself furiously. He asked if I was going to cum? I begged him to help me he nodded I said "choke me" He said he couldn't do it then I moved his hand to my throat and he noticed I was harder and he got into it and I exploded into the floor. He said I'm hot and left

I found it suprising that there actual cookbooks with Cum Loads as major ingredients.

I agree.

Last night I went to a bookstore on the far side of town. It's small but usually has a few guys looking to get sucked or to fuck a load into a hole. There were only a couple older guys there but I went into the arcade and stood in an open door. Both had followed me so I stepped inside the room, dropped some tokens and a gay vid popped up. Dropped my shorts then as one came through the door, bending over so he could finger my lubed ass. He lined his cock up and slowly slid into me. The other guy watched him fuck me bareback for a minute before dropping his pants and offering me his cock. I eagerly gobbled it down and let the guy fucking me push his cock down my throat. It wasnt too long before the guy fucking me grabbed my hips and pulled me tight against him as he emptied his load deep in me. It was then I realized there was another guy watching at the open door, rubbing his crotch. I wiggled my now empty butt and he took the hint and came over and spitted me in one quick thrust. He didn't waste any time in fucking fast and furious. It was only a couple minutes before he was grunting and bucking his cock hard into my ass. The guy I was sucking pulled out and turned me around. "My turn, faggot!" he said and rammed his 7 inches into me. He came quick too and pulled out, telling me I had a nice pussy for such a whore. I had to get going but I had gotten 3 loads from complete strangers in less than 20 minutes so i was happy. As i left i realized the 2nd guy to load me was the clerk in the store. He smiled and handed me a fistful of tokens and told me to not be a stranger around there lol

Age 13. I started sucking cock , my brother, at 12 and graduated to being bred at 13. I discovered the gloryhole in the park where I walked the family dog at 13 by accident. I was in the park with the dog at about sunset and noticed a few older men wandering around and they were in and out of the men's room. Didn't really think much about it until I went to the urinal to pee and, suddenly, the men s room urinals were lined up with me and 3 other guys. They kept watching me and finally 1 old guy reached over and touched my cock. I jumped and my heart was racing. All 3 of the men were openly stroking their cocks. Then the man with a wedding ring pulled down my Jean's and began to finger my ass. I was in pure heaven. All 3 ended up breeding me. I went home with their married daddy cum dripping out. I was terrified my mom would find out. After that event, I was positive that my ass was going to be used and I was fine with it. I never complained about walking the dog again. I spent MANY evenings in that park toilet until my Uncle caught me there but that's a whole different story.

Part 27, Finally...... Yes boy, what would you like to ask? I was laying there as Mr C's amazing massage continued, I had always heard how amazing massages are but had never gotten anything other than a shoulder massage at the mall. This was incredible. With each slow and methodical move up my ass and to my shoulders he was pushing me deeper into the bed. The massage oil was puddling under me on the rubber sheet. It felt really cool how slippery the sheet had become and I was wiggling around on it like the slip and slide we had growing up. I dont know if he knew, but each time he moved his body forward to massage up my back his cock kept bumping into my butt cheeks, on the down stroke he would resume to a kneeling position and his cock would lay just above my knees.... Then again, forward he would go a little further and a little further. It felt so wonderful, it felt so natural. The further up my back he went the more his now incredibly hard and leaking cock would press pretty hard against my ass crack. He reached behind him and grabbed the oil bottle and put another squirt down my spine and over my butt. I could feel a significant amount being poured onto my butt crack and ooze down to my nuts. Quite a puddle had formed under my cock and nuts onto the sheet. I head the cap snap back onto the oil bottle and my ass tingled and my cock jumped. Mr. C set the bottle down and resumed his long strokes up and down my back. 'Does that feel good Lukas'. 'It feels amazing', as he got to my shoulder blades and his cock was pressing into my butt crack again. 'Good, just relax, I got you buddy' as he pulled back to my lower back 'Just breath' as he moved back up to my shoulder. This time he moved a little and his massive cock slipped down between my legs and my butt. 'I am glad you are enjoying this, I love giving Uncle Terry massages like this, but that normally leads to something else' and he laughed. I wasn't really sure what he meant, but it seemed appropriate to giggle a little anyway. His hands went all the way up my neck and into my hair line before he retreated back to his haunches. His next few strokes were only half way up my back but his cock continued to slide down between my ass crack and nuts but just in slower shorter jabs in and out. I felt my butt start to rise up as he pulled back. Each time he went up my back he went another inch further up my back and little bit further between my legs. It was like my ass was taking over my thinking. With each pull back with his hands my ass rose up more and more and my ass lips started to tingle. 'When you say leads to something, what do you mean Sir?', I asked. 'Well to be honest Lukas, this usually puts him into heat like a fucking bitch and he starts to rear that ass of his up in the air a bit to meet my stroke. I can always tell the more pressure I apply the more he wants to get bred. 'Oh, I see' I said. 'Do you like the way that feels sliding up your taint boy'? 'Yeah, it is incredible Mr. C., I feel so tingly and warm. Do you think this is the way a girl feels when you are making love to her?' 'I dont know, I guess so, but I do know how good it feels to my cock.' 'So what do you do when Uncle Terry gets into heat, or so excited'? 'Put your hands over your head boy and spread out your arms toward the headboard' He didnt say anything else but returned to his massage movements but went further, almost laying on my back with his hairy chest as his hands went up my shoulders. Each move he went another inch further and his huge daddy meat passed slowly over my boy pussy and then he pressed his huge cock deeper into my taint and pushed up against my nuts. Each time, he applied a little more pressure onto my hole and clit as he grazed past it. Each time he did my hole tingled. Fuck, what was happening to me. On his next sliding past my fuck hole he commented, 'Your Uncle Terry usually wiggles his sweet pucker a little and he invites me inside him' I let out a little whimper and my fuck hole tingled. The next pass up my body was one handed and I heard the oil bottle lid pop open and more warm oil ran down my ass crack like a warm river. There must be a few cups of oil under my crotch, I feel so incredibly wet. The way he was pressing down my waist.... my cock, nuts and asshole were submerged in the very warm oil. As he passed over my hole he pressed a little harder with his big fucking raw cock and I felt the warm oil seep inside me. My hole had started to gape open and the oil was slowly trickling into my fuck hole. 'Uncle Terry is very lucky', I said. He didnt say anything but just did several more full body movements all the way down my arms and grinding his cock at my opening each time before letting it slip up my taint further and knock my nuts out of the way before he came to a stop. Each time he withdrew I felt my ass instinctively rise and open a little more. 'Hold your ass up in the air for a minute pup, real high, yeah like that. God that is amazing. I have only seen that a couple times.' 'Seen what Mr. C?' 'Your asshole is what we call gaping or flowering. It is big around as a dime and I can see right inside you', and with that I felt more lube being poured in my crack and flowing right into my asshole. I had no idea what was coming over me, but I grabbed the sheets and reared my hole up. He pushed my ass back down and resumed the massage. I could feel the warm oil sloshing around in my fucking ass and was making me incredibly wet. 'What do you feel Uncle Terry is lucky boy?' 'Almost out of breath, I said, 'I think when he gets into heat, all he can think about is how good he feels and he is lucky enough to have you there making him feel that good.' 'Oh, like I said, that just gets him into heat to accept my cock inside his pussy, but he knows the best is yet to come' 'It gets better you mean'? I moaned and whimpered out, grabbing the sheets harder, clenching that rubber in my hands. 'Oh fuck yes, this is just warming up for when things get really hot', Mr. C said. 'Oh fuck, I cant even imagine how that must feel' I squealed. 'Would you like to find out sometime boy? Would you like to know what Uncle Terry feels?' 'Oh yes, I would love to find out. Mr. C, could I ask you a personal question?' He was really pushing hard at my hole before passing by and laid on my back and whispered into my ear has his hands grabbed my wrists and said 'Yes boy, what would you like to ask?' 'Do you think,.... well would you....., well do you think you might....., well I would love it if you might show me what it feels like sometime.' 'Sometime boy?' 'Well, Right now SIR.... please! PLEASE COULD YOU SHOW ME' and I pressed my ass so hard against him I raised him up off the bed with my butt.

For the first time in weeks, I had the apartment to myself today. Showered and cleaned then got online to start searching for some dick, while smoking some pot. Much to my surprise, my favorite amateur porn star, blk10nches, was on bbrts AND in town. Messaged him to see if he was available. While I'm waiting to hear back, I hit up all the sex sites, grindr, Jack's, a4a, etc, messaging everyone that looked like they were looking. Mainly got ignored, but did get a few responses, which all turned out to be flakes. Decided to hit up a long time fuck buddy of mine, Jordan, to see if he's available. Jordan is black, slender, and carries about 8.5 inches. The first time he fucked me was super bowl Sunday 2012 and we've been fucking every since. He responded says he was available and shortly after blk10nches messaged me to say he was down. Give both my address. I don't hear back from my buddy right away, but blk10nches is on his way. I'm blindfolded and ass up when about 5 mins later I hear the door open & close. He gets undressed and starts slapping my hole work his cock, then starts pushing in until he's balls deep. He gives me a couple minutes to adjust then starts long dicking me with his fat pole. I like to think he keeps coming back because he likes that I take his big dick like a champ with little complaint. 5 minutes of fucking go by and my door opens again. It's my long-term buddy. Blk10nches keeps pounding away while my buddy watches. Pretty soon I feel him shove deep and unload. He moves over to the chair and I turn around and start sucking on him. My buddy then slides up into me and starts fucking me deep. He's always good for at least two nuts during a session. Within a few minutes he buries deep and I feel load 2 warm me up. He keeps fucking until he growls and slams into me hard, burying load number 3 deep in my cunt. I spin around and present my loaded hole to blk10nches who promptly slides his BBC into my wet hole and starts pounding away again. He fucks me for about 10 more minutes, causing me to orgasm twice, before he growls and lays that fat pipe deep and scorches my insides with another load. Total: 4 loads, 18.5" of dick. Once they leave, I get back on Grindr on the hunt for more. A guy that I tried to hook up with last night was on. " I can host" I text him. About 5 minutes go buy and he responds "where at?" I give him my address, turns out he's just a mile away. Pretty soon I hear my door open again and within moments, his 8" in digging into my loaded hole. Dude number there contributes to more loads before he's spent. Total: 6 loads, 26.5" of dick No sooner than he leaves, my newest com contributor says he's on his way. He's less than a mile from my place and pretty soon I hear the familiar sound of the door open. He takes no time before sliding into my well lubed cumhole. He really digs me deep, making sure I take every inch his dick can go. Finally he pulls up short, shove deep and unloads, just as I'm having another orgasm. He pulls out and is out the door in a beat. Total: 7 loads, 36.5" of dick

Holy cow that is HOT!

Just give him time he probably want to feel comfortable with you. He will eventually claim your pussy. Never stop servicing a hung top. Remember it's what he wants not u. U are there to serve

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!

Last Tuesday I went to Magnum Sauna. Previously I agreed a guy, who fucked me bareback in a threesome two weeks before to continue our fuck. I had to wait for him half an hour, then I realised, he was in the dressing room. He was in not too good mood, so I promised I would make him happy. I kept my word. By the way, the guy was awesome. I don’t prefer long hair, but he wore man bun, which made him sexy. He had beard, lots of piercings and tattoos. His body is perfect: he is smooth, slim and every piece of his body rock hard including of course his huge cock. We went to a cubicle first. I sucked him. He let me rim his lovely hole. I lied in the sling and he started tomplax with my hole and my pation. I was bagging him to push it. He did. He fucked me in the sling for ten minutes. Then we continued on a sofa. I was on my four, later rode his cock. The he declared, we needed company, I agreed with him. So we started to fuck almost oevery room in the sauna. We fucked in the shower, in the gloryhole, where actually he tried making suck through the hole. The next stop was the video room, where he fucked on the large bed. We had a big audience ( audience as literally, because I was really loud while was being fucked). A stocky bearded hairy guy joined us to enjoy my oral practice while my mate was working in my hole. Then I turned around to continue our session with sucking my mate. The third guy immediately pushed his bare cock into my hole. He was fucking me for five minutes, when he loaded into me. After a quick shower we went to another cubicle to have a rest, and made love: we watched the porn with two musclef tattooed guy, we kissed, stroked eachother body, he was fingering me while I was sucking him. Then we opened the door to make sure the others they could join us. After a while a good looking average guy came in. Unfortunately he was bottom. On the one hand I missed another cock to fuck me, on the other hand I love to prepare a bottom to fuck. While My mate was fucking me, I was sucking the guy. He lifted his legs to demonstrate, he had to be fucked. I rimmed him throughly and he got my mate’s bare cock. He turned to his four, I licked his hole. While my mate was fucking him, I was sucking him, I took my cock into his mouth. Later I went to my four beside him, and my ste fucked once him, once me etc. Then I lied to the guy back and our fuck was continued. Without any cum, the guy left us. We continued our fuck in several places. We wanted to find another top. Before we finished our visit without success, we began to fuck in the other video room. A younger (thirty something years old) guy started to stroke us. We went to a cubicle and then started on of my best threesome, although the guy used condome. They fucked me hard, after the guy licked my hole longe and fine. He was begging for my mates cock, so I lied on my stomach, the guy pushed his cock into my hole, my mate pushed his into the guy’s hole. He fucked him hard, as his cock pushed the guy, the guy pushed his cock deep into me. After a long fuck, I rimmed the guy and he got another fuck. The guy left, and webalso had to finish. I was begging for my mate’s liad, but he couldn’t cum. The he started fingering me and I jerking. I shot some huge load everywhere. I guess I am not wrong, if I say, it was my best fuck.

I'd have no problem fucking a poz bottom. I'd prefer becoming poz by taking a charged load while bottoming though.

The Intern Part 4 Montgomery was quickly up on his feet, his dick as hard as a steel beam, still encased in his boxer briefs, with a noticeable wet spot growing. Nathan wasn’t as quick. He was still coherent and mobile, just a few steps slower. The drugs were definitely doing their work. The familiar scene let Montgomery know that this kid was as good as poz and would be an enjoyable toy to use for at least until the following morning. He reached out with his muscular arm and steadied the soon-to-be pig. “Damn son, you are even hotter when you are tweaked out of your mind.” Nathan gave him a goofy grin. He pulled the boy into him, one hand on his firm ass, giving it a squeeze, and the other, gently pushing some stray hairs from his forehead. This move always worked. It was loving and tender. The kid smiled and nuzzled his head into Montgomery’s muscled chest. He kneaded the jockboy’s ass with both hands as the kid craned his neck up, asking for a kiss without actually saying a word. Montgomery obliged and gave the kid a passionate kiss. A kiss full of lust and hunger that the kid mistook for love and unbridled affection. He melted into Montgomery, the last of his doubts gone as he gave in and let his man assault his mouth. Aware of the kid giving in, Montgomery moved one hand up, grabbed a handful of hair and roughly pulled back. Taken by surpise, Nathan looked at Montgomery in shock. The stud’s eyes were full of heat and a little bit of…anger? “Open your fucking mouth,” he commanded. After a seconds of mulling it over, Nathan did as he was told, lost in the moment, feeling this man’s cock pulse against his own. Montgomery saw the brief moment of hesitation and shock and thought he scared him. But the drugs had their desire effect and the boy opened his mouth and before he could change his mind, he spit. Most of it landed in the kid’s mouth, but some landed on his nose, right check and underneath his right eye. Nathan flinched and instinctively went to wipe his face. Before he could, Montgomery interrupted, “Leave it faggot. Get your ass into the bedroom. I’m right behind you.” He gave a firm slap and marveled at how tight it felt. He licked his lips as the boy went off to find the bedroom. Montgomery sent one last text: “Don’t bother calling, door is unlocked. Have a seat in the living room, smoke a bowl and wait for my signal. This faggot has no clue he’s about to be destroyed.” Without waiting for a reply, he quickly unlocked the door, left one his pipes on the coffee table with a baggie of his stash. He grabbed the wooden box and went to join Nathan. When he walked into the room, Nathan was lying in bed, eyes closed and slowly jacking his cock. “What did I fucking say, boy? Hands off your fuck stick!” Nathan’s eyes shot open and quickly put his hands to his side. “Sorry, I’m just so fucking horny.” “I know. I'm about to take care of that.” A smile crept across Nathan’s face as he put his hands behind his head, giving his cock a flex, letting Montgomery know he was ready for his throat again. “I’ll get back to your cock in a moment, but until then you need to do something for me.” Nathan sat up, intrigued. “See those next to you? Put them on.” Nathan hadn’t given much thought to was on the bed. He saw a red and black jock strap and a black harness. “Dude, hell yeah” He said as he reached over and began to put them on. Surprisingly the boy had them both on faster than Montgomery could have imagined. Nathan saw how hot his Adonis was and was excited to hopefully look just as hot. After he had his new gear on, he sat back in time for Montgomery to hand him a loaded pipe. “Hit that a few times.” He handed the boy the torch and watched to make sure he was okay on his own. He fumbled with it for a second, before he had it lit. “Not so close. Lower the flame a little. Good job, son. Take three big hits.” He then turned and opened his television cabinet, then moved to his computer to make sure the web cam was ready to go when the time came. He turned in time to see the first cloud linger in the air as Nathan clicked the torch for number two. “There you go, you’re doing a great job.” Nathan’s eyes glanced over to Montgomery and he smiled with the pipe still in his mouth. He opened the bedside drawer, removed the points, tourniquet, swabs, and lube and placed them on the television stand in front of the bed. The kid exhaled cloud number two and sat back and enjoyed the high while he watched Montgomery. “What’s that?” he asked, looking over Montgomery’s shoulder. “You’ll find out soon enough. One more hit, boy. Now.” His eyes found Montgomery’s and he saw he was serious. He forgot about what he was just thinking and heated the pipe one more time. From the wooden box, Montgomery removed a metal canister and gave it a slight shake to confirm the presence of the shards he kept in there. He also removed a bottle of poppers and threw both next to Nathan’s feet. “You’re high as fuck, aren’t you boy?” A sheepish grin came to Nathan’s face and he gave a nod. “Fuck yeah I am. I feel fucking great.” “Good. Hand me the pipe.” Nathan awkwardly sat up, pipe in one hand, torch in the other, and made his way on his knees to the foot of the bed where Montgomery waited. He handed him the pipe, and now that he was closer, he saw four orange objects in plain view. “Look at me,” Montgomery growled. Nathan made eye contact, but his curiosity got the better of him and he glanced back over the shoulder. He knew the kid would look, so he used the moment to teach him a lesson. He quickly dropped the torch on the bed and with his free hand he reached up and slapped the boy. First the hair pulling and now a slap. Nathan would never allow this to happen in any other situation, but he gave in. He wasn’t thinking straight. He felt familiar memories creep to the front of his mind. He remembered slapping some whores who would be sucking his dick. He could see it, like a cloudy memory, but it was gone. “You need to know your place, boy. Now, since I was kind enough to suck your dick, I think it’s only fair that you return the favor. After all, you’re in my house, I gave you my drugs and you’re even wearing my gear. Reach down and take my cock out, I promise you you’ll like it. Nathan looked into his eyes, then down at the cock aching to be sprung free. Then back up into Montgomery’s eyes. Montgomery gave a nod and Nathan reached down and pulled the briefs out and away and gasped as the beast was set free. “See, he likes you. No, give it a kiss,” he said as he gently guided the boys mouth to his cock. Nathan took Montgomery into his mouth as he looked up and saw the stud flick the torch and light the bowl. Slowly he worked the cock, doing his best to please the man who had made him already feel so good. “Look up at me, faggot. I want to see your fucking dilated pupils.” Nathan was in an awkward position. Even as tall as Montgomery was, his bed was high off the ground as well. His ass was up in the air as he maneuvered is upper body as close to the mattress as possible to get more of the cock in his mouth. As he was doing his best, he could have sworn he heard a door open and close down the hall. But that thought drifted away as his head was engulfed in a white cloud.

Tuesday a super cute Asian mixed guy visited me, from Canada. We met on PlanetRomeo. He wrote me months ago. He does regularly European road trips to explore the guy (night) life of the old continent. It was his first visit in Budapest. I was very excited to show him both the city and our gay life. I took him into my favourite places, Magnum and Coxxx. Anyway we had a great afternoon and evening before with sightseeing and dinner. We enjoyed eachother company. I hoped, he would breed me, but it didn't happen. Unfortunately neither Magnum nor Coxx was the best on this night. In both places were fewer guys as usual, and almost all of them were the older generation. It's not problem itself, I can enjoy them, if they have goog cock to fuck me, but I like to change the generations on one night. But he didn't worry. Previous he said me, he didn't care about the age, the appearance, only good sex. The fact I mentioned above, that he was an Asian mixed guy, meant he was special, his beauty face was really exotic. When we arrived at Magnum, I guided him around, which was finished at darkroom. When the visitors recognised us to go into, many of them followed us. I found ourselves in the middle of hungry hands, mouthes, and cocks. I don't remember how many guys took their tongue into my hole, or my cock into their mouths. You can call me selfish, but the beat was, when we were just kissing with my guest and let the others to give us pleasure. I forgot to mention the fact, my mate had beauty nipples. Their always erected. I loved to play with them and licked them. After a while, we needed fresh air, so left the darkroom. There is a corridor between glory hole cabins and rooms. He loved to make sex in public, so we began to play ourselves there, our towels dropped onto the floor. Am older bearded bear came to us. We played with eachother, then I went to my knees and began to suck them. Then got the first load on my face, but only the few first drops, the bigger part came down on my throat. Some loads got my mate onto his smooth body. He forced me to lick all of them. Honestly he hadn't had to force me. I'll continue the story, but now work is waiting for me, and before it I have to jerk off, as usual before work. Without morning cum I can't concentrate on my duties. LOL ?

So last weekend I was visiting my hometown. The moment I opened Grindr a guy I fucked previously messaged me, asking me to ask for sex. Last time I fucked him with a condom, but sometimes afterwords I mentioned the occasion to a friend of mine, and learned the bottom guy was known as a bb slut and that he is not very bright, so I decided to fuck him bb, whether he wanted it or not. I texted the guy accepting his invitation, and he suggested we meet after he finished his shift. I drove to his job site to pick him up. The guy is 30 years old, toned body, shaved head, several tattoos and a really handsome face. He gave my directions and we drove to a dark abandoned parking lot (in front of a cemetery as we later realised. ? ? ). He told me he is scared about his health these days and that he didn't want to suck, he just wanted to get fucked - safely. Naturally I was pissed, and my resolve to bb him strengthened. Initially he rode my cock safely, just what the slut wanted. After some time I told him I wanted to plough him doggie style, telling him I could be able to get deeper into his ass, but in actuality I wanted him in a position where he wouldn't be able to see what I was doing. To my further annoyance he replied saying he wanted to get fucked missionary style. I realised barebacking his ass would require more stealth, would require I be more tricky, but I was determined to give the cunt my bare cock. He lay on his back, missionary style, spreading his legs, offering me access to his cunt. I started to fuck him safely, but then I withdrew my cock, and started playing with his nipples, which I remembered were very sensitive, all the while I discreetly removed the condom from my cock and re-entered him. His hole felt so much better! I fucked him bare and hard. He told me he would prefer to ride me, but I told him to shut up and take it. When I was about to cum I withdrew my cock, pretended to take of the condom and came all over him. Later when we were chatting he asked me if I barebacked him. (several smiles and emojis in the mssg ?).

When I bottom I prep my hole real good making sure it’s clean using a long 10” dildo, which I lick clean too when I see it comes out clean that makes me comfortable sucking the cock that has been in me, sometimes during the fuck I just flip and suck it but nothing like tasting the mix of my ass juices mixed with cum

I enjoy sucking a dick clean after being bred for a couple of reasons. 1. The taste is hot, plus, 2. I get to see that he actually nutted when I can squeeze and lick the “leftovers” out of his rod. 3. Lastly, which I can understand some guys don’t like, it’s sensitive so the sucking might lead to a load of piss, which I’ve been lucky to get a few times. ;-)

How about cleaning a dick that was fucking another btm.

Part 24 It became clear that Thomas knew what he had gotten himself into as he began to beg to be 'knocked up' and for 'poz cum'. As people started to leave and Thomas was left with the twins and Steve he openly admitted that he had been looking to get pozzed so that he could be free to take any cock and load offered him and possibly poz a few neg asses along the way. This news got Steve thinking and as he looked and the fit, 18 year old asked him if he'd like ti work for him. Thomas didn't hesitate and answered yes without knowing any details. Thomas had a dark side from reading stories on Breeding Zone. He then asked Steve, "What would you want me to do for you?" Steve told him that there were many facets to his business from performing like the twins to being paid to have sex with someone. Thomas began to get hard while Steve went into detail on the money he could make starting with getting paid for his pozzing video that would be privately sold. Noticing Thomas's growing hard cock Steve asked him if he'd like to 'do something with his tool?' Thomas said he wanted to fuck the twin who had watched him fuck his brother. He added that he already gave his brother 3 neg loads and feels he should give his last few to his twin. Thomas had a talent of cumming without the bottom ever knowing it, especially when he's smoked some Tina. The twin in question took Thomas's place in the sling and before he knew it he took 4 loads from the soon to be poz friend. The fourth load was known since it was the largest and strongest orgasm. Thomas was eager to start working for Steve, but was told he could only start working after he had the 'fuck flu'. Thomas understood this and asked what the odds were that the bug took during his getting fucked by so many different guys. Steve told him that the odds were even money considering the rigs used to slam him with were dirty point from poz guys. Sure enough Thomas came down with the 'fuck flu' 10 days later. The first weekend after his recovery Steve had arranged a light schedule of clients and Thomas began his work. Some of the clients he met with wanted to show him off, some wanted to just party and fuck. During this time Thomas kept priming the pump (as he called it) with his nerdy roommate who he knew to be a closeted fag. Troy was his name and he was from a small farming town. Through the talks he had with the shy kid, he knew him to be a virgin. Troy asked a lot of question about gay sax and Thomas could see his little dick get hard as they talked. Thomas thought he's make a good cum dump working for Steve. He took the idea, along with a few pictures he took of his 5'6", 110 pound, brown hair and eyes, slim roommate for Steve to look over. Steve knew that with the right atmosphere and chemical enhancements Troy could easily be turned into the whore he was meant to be. Thomas made one request to Steve, he wanted to be the one to take his roommate cherry and give him his first taste of cock. Steve agreed and with his monthly party coming up the next weekend figured that would be the perfect time for this boy conversion of questioning, neg virgin to poz, cum dump whore. He supplied Thomas with GHB to dose his roommate with before they would leave for the party. All week Thomas started to tell Troy about this exclusive party he was invited too this weekend and that he was allowed to bring one person and he wanted to bring Troy. Troy felt special since he was going to his first real college party and an exclusive party. The night of the party Thomas suggested that they have a drink together before heading over to the party. As they walked across campus Thomas could tell the G was already starting to work on Troy so that when they arrived at Steve's Troy didn't really notice that there were no girls attending. The naked guys swimming didn't even seem to bother the G'ed out Troy, in fact he openly stared at the naked bodies before him, Thomas noticed his roommate gawking at the naked party goers and asked him, "See anything you like?" This made Troy blush and gave Thomas the opening he was looking for as he leaned in and gave his roommate his first real kiss. Troy seemed to naturally accept his roommate's kiss. Thomas made sure to introduce Troy to Steve, Matt and Bam Bam, before escorting Troy to a designated area where he could start to push Troy's buttons and start his journey to becoming Steve whore. The area was semi private with night vision cameras to record all the details. The two kissed again once they were in this secluded spot, this time the kiss was more passionate as Thomas slipped his tongue inside his roommate's mouth causing him to moan. Thomas knew he had to make this 'first time' for Troy one he would never forget. In fact it would be a feeling the soon to be whore would chase again and again as he would try to please any man he was going to be with after that night. As the long, passionate kiss ended Thomas whispered to Troy that with all the talking the two has done that he knew exactly what he needed and that they'd take it as slow r as fast as Troy wanted. Troy nodded in agreement as he leaned in for another kiss. This time as they kissed Thomas began to slowly undress his (now willing) roommate. Soon enough Troy followed his roommate's lead and worked to get his clothes off. In short time both were naked. Thomas first give Troy's 6" cock a light stroke before he made a quick move to give him his first rim job. As he keeled behind the naked roomy he dove in between his hairless ass as he began to lick the outside of his freshly washed hole. Thomas could still smell the faint hint of Ivory soap as he worked his tongue around and eventually into Troy's virgin hole moaning at the new found sensation he was experiencing. In Troy's slightly, bent over position he couldn't help but look between his legs and clearly see in the dim light Thomas's 8", hard, drooling cock bouncing with his heart beat. With the G releasing his inner desires he couldn't help himself as he asked, "Your dick looks so good, can I please suck it? I want to suck my first dick." Not wanting to disappoint, Thomas Stood up knowing (from his personal experience) that a good whore gets on his knees to suck cock. As he applied a little pressure to Troy's shoulders getting him to lower to his knees he let him know, "Of course you can suck my cock." As Troy assumed his new position on his knees Thomas let him know as he grabbed himself, "This is a cock, not a dick, if you want to suck my cock, do it right and please me, you'll need to follow my directions, understand?" Troy looked up and answered a simple "Yes." Thomas began to instruct Troy in the art of sucking cock. He first had Troy show his cock love with his tongue before having him take the head into his mouth. Troy was eager to please as he followed everything he was told. Troy was a little hesitant when it came time to take his roommate's cock into his throat. Thomas simply looked down at him and he knew his place and that if he was going to be good at sucking cock he'd have to learn to deep throat a cock. Thomas told him to breath in through his nose as he lowered himself onto his cock and to relax his throat as the tip reached the back of his mouth. Once his cock was there ready to enter he was to breath his cock into his throat. With Thomas's hand on the back of his head he had little choice as he felt his head being pushed down and the cock he was sucking slowly snaking its way down his throat. He did his best to follow the directions he was given. Just as he thought he was going to puke or pass out due to the lack of air, the hand on his head let up and he was able to slowly pull back. Thomas let Troy know that he did well for his first deep throating and asked if he was up to try again. As if sucking cock and deep throating was becoming natural to Troy (and it was) he bobbed up and down 2 times before burying his nose in his roommate's pubs. Troy repeated this a couple more times to Thomas's amazement and bring him close to feeding Troy his pos cum. Of course he had better plans for his poz seed. He pulled Troy off his cock as he lowered himself so that the two could kiss some more. While the two kissed Thomas asked, "Are you liking what were doing so far?" Troy answered with a "Yes" to which he was told, "Stand up and turn around, I was to eat that ass some more. Get you ready to lose that virginity you told me about." Troy had an idea where this was going and stood up and turned giving Thomas access to his ass. It was now time to get Troy's hole ready to be 'seeded'. Thomas had a small bottle of warming lube (warmed from the Tina mixed into it) along with a nice shard of Tina. He figured he'd tell the dumb farm kid as he started to lube his hole after a good rimming that he was 'opening' him up in preparation for his thick cock. Again Troy couldn't help himself as he began to moan while Thomas began to work his tongue around and then inside Troy's neg ass. Thomas again asked his roommate if he was enjoying himself. At first troy nodded yes, but then added, "OH FUCK! Take me, give me what you know I need. You know I want it all." Was Troy asking to not just be fucked, but to be pozzed? In the small farming community where Troy grew up it was very religious. It was so religious they never taught sex education in school. There was no information provided on safe sex, the use of condoms or HIV. Thomas knew all this and why Troy was ripe for the 'picking' (or pozzing in this case). Thomas knew it was time to 'lube' the neg boy up and start getting his ass hungrier for his cock. He alternated between tongue and finger as he let Troy know, "I'm going to start getting you ready for what you really need." Troy again could only nod in agreement as he felt the transition from tongue to fingers. The first bit of tainted lube pushed in by a single finger into his tight hole made Troy gasp. It was followed by a little more lube and a second finger as Thomas slowly worked his fingers stretching and tearing at the walls getting them ready for his seed to be planted. A low moan was still escaping through Troy's lips as more lube was added along with a third finger. When Thomas pulled his three fingers from Troy's hole he marveled at how his hole seemed to stay open a few seconds as if it was asking for something more. Thomas knew exactly what it was asking for and knew it was time to booty bump the unsuspecting roommate. Thomas took the Tina shard with some more lube and slipped it inside as he let Troy know he was almost ready after he stretched him open some more. With his three fingers he pushed the shard in as far as it would go and then began to flex his fingers so that Troy would think the slight burn was from having his hole stretched open to accommodate the poz spike that was ready to breed him. Troy's ass began to respond as the shard inside him was almost completely melted. He began to grind his ass backwards onto Thomas's hand trying to get more inside. Thomas knew he was more than ready as he stood up behind his roommate, wrapped his arms around his body, positioned his cock at the entrance to his neg ass and slowly applied pressure trying to breach the outer ring. What surprised him was Troy pushing back and trying to impale himself onto his cock. As his cock head popped inside Troy let out a decent moan that was sure to be heard by anyone around the corner at the party. Both of them held still as Thomas first kissed Troy on neck before whispering, "Breathe in and just stay still, breathe in and relax, let your hole get accustomed to having a cock inside." The two were frozen still. As much as Thomas wanted to just go ahead and plow on in and fuck he knew that he needed to let Troy enjoy his first fuck, to learn the pleasure his ass would give others as well as the pleasure it would bring him when he let anyone fuck him. As the two stood there Thomas could feel Troy's hole start to relax and open up as it accepted his hard cock. He was already heavily leaking precum as he asked Troy, "How are you doing bro? Are you ready for some more of my cock in your hole?" Troy not only nodded he began to push back as Thomas took the cue and slowly pushed forward. Troy couldn't understand how all of a sudden he felt this hunger inside his ass that could only be satisfied by being filled by a dick, no not a dick, a cock. As he continued to moan he turned his head a little and asked Thomas, "Push it all in. Please push your cock all the way inside me. Make me yours." Thomas replied, "Only if your sure." About a third of his cock remained to be pushed inside as Troy nodded yes and added "I'm sure." Thomas first gave Troy a kiss on his neck. He didn't need to be asked again. With the position Troy was in and the hold he had on his body gave him the ability to thrust forward sinking his cock balls deep and eliciting a yelp (that was definitely heard by the party guests) followed by a satisfying moan. Thomas held still allowing Troy to get used to his thick, 8" cock before he st about slowly pistoning in and out of the former virgin. It took about 10 minutes for Thomas to give Troy his first poz load. The next load took a little longer. Troy continued to moan as Thomas began to fuck him making Thomas wonder if this was just cause it is his first time getting fucked or would he do this with anyone who fucked him as a whore. Thomas made sure that Troy was enjoying his fucking, although he figured he must be since he was pushing back to meet his inward thrusts. Thomas said, "I can tell your enjoying my cock inside you." Troy replied, "Yes I am. Are you enjoying having your big, thick cock inside me?" Thomas gave a nice hard thrust as he was close to delivering his second load and answered, "What does that tell you" while giving Troy a couple more hard thrusts eliciting the former virgin to moan with each one. Troy then asked, "Fuck me like you know I need to be fucked. Give it all to me. I want to feel you explode inside me." He had no idea what he had just asked for and Thomas wasn't going to let him down as he moved his arms from around Troy's body to placing his hands on Troy's hips as he began to power fuck his roommate. He delivered 2 more loads without Troys knowledge before his cum dump said, "Your cock feels so hard, so big inside me. It feels so good to have your cock inside me. Fuck, I need your cum inside me making me yours." The cum already inside Troy had him marked. The drugs he has already had, and soon to have more, will cement his brain to chase this feeling again and again with every man he is paid to service. Thomas was really pounding into Troy. He asked his fuck toy, "Are you sure you're ready for me to breed your ass?" Troy nearly shouted, "Yes, fuck yes, breed me!" That was enough to send Thomas over the edge as he slammed into Troy deeper than he had past the deep internal ring) and shot his biggest load. As the two were recovering from their fuck Thomas noticed a figure in the shadows. He knew it was Steve.

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

I would let him without any hesitation. When I have the privilege of sucking a cock then what I want is totally irrelevant. My mouth, arse and any part of my body only exist to serve my top and give him pleasure.

I find it hard to respect a man who doesn't force his erection down my throat. If he lacks the strength or will to dominate, then why is he inside me?

I have known a number of guys who sucked their dad's cock as a teenager. And the boy was the one who seduced the dad. For some it happened only once and for others it was on a regular basis.

this place is heavenly most of the time on a weekend. mainly white men with churning balls looking to unload. will be going there this saturday night

Find out if he's got a favorite raunch scene. If he does, play to it without being asked. Piss? Tell him out of the blue that you want his piss - anywhere he wants to put it. Invite him to lick his piss off your body and spit it into your mouth. Is he uncut? Tell him you want to worship his foreskin, and spend a chunk of time licking, tongue-fucking, nibbling on his 'skin, playing with his pisshole. Jack off into his foreskin, spread your cum around, then tell him to fuck you with his cock lubed with your own cum. You get the idea. Don't make your Daddy ask for the things that turn him on most.

My first experience with a POZ guy was when I was 19 and still living at home. I went down to the bathhouse near the sailing club and ran into a dude I’d done a couple of times. He’d actually been my math teacher several years before. He said that there was a dude inside with the fattest Cock he¹d ever seen, and that he didn¹t want to go near him for fear of getting split in two. I, being a young, give-it-a-go type, took up the challenge—walked into the bathhouse, smiled at the guy, and went into a stall. He quickly followed. My old instructor wasn’t wrong. The man had one of those unbelievable Dicks, so fat and long, that even when it was fully erect, it pointed at the floor; and, no matter how tumescent, was still spongy when you squeezed it. Hot Fuck! Just too HUGE and HEAVY to support itself! We played around a bit, but there were too many interruptions. So he invited me over to his place where he was staying. I told him I’d meet him there in an hour for some fun and games. That's when it got interesting. The address he gave me was a church on Bay Street. He came out to meat me, and introduced me to his pal, the Reverend. From there on, it got stranger. The dudes started talking Bible—and I’m agnostic, so I bought none of it. From what I gathered, the two had been roommates at the Seminary. The Pastor had founded this Congregation, while his overendowed Compadre, who apparently couldn’t keep his pecker in his pants, had been expelled. Regardless, all I could think of was when was I gonna get to ride that big Shaft of his. I finally got an invite to the bedroom. The wall above the bed had a Jesus figurine on it—the sort that watches over you. Freaky! I got into it with the Dude, who was a TOTALTOP. He had me pinned to the bed straight away, my legs back around my ears; and that's pretty much how I stayed. He tongue-fucked me so ardently, he had me panting for his Cock in no time; and when he finally obliged, I didn't care how much it hurt. I had to have it in me. I realized he didn’t sport a rubber, which turned me on the more. Anticipating that huge Cock plowing my innards, ripping my fuckin’ guts apart, was at once foreboding and the most erotic thing I’d ever dreamt of. Wasn’t long before the Dude was grunting like an animal. He was close. He shocked the hell outta me when he screamed, “I’m gonna Fuck you full of AIDS Cum!” and that he was about to unload his POZ JISM in my guts. I was so dumbfounded and so helplessly confined (legs pinned back against my ears, remember?) that I stared at him in disbelief as he blew so much toxic spooge in me, it overflowed my Pussy. He didn't stop, but kept pumping to keep himself erect. He said he wanted a second ride, and was gonna invite his bud, the Pastor, to join in. That was enough for me. I said I had to go. He slapped my Ass and laughed—like it’d been a big game. That was a decade ago. Today I still compare all my prurient encounters to the unsurpassed carnality of that moment. Unfortunately, I’m still NEG, though I only FUCK BAREBACK and have for years. To this day, I fantasize about gettin’ raped and slapped around by POZ guys, who keep fuckin’ till it takes. And eventually it will. What Goes Around Cums Around, or, as they say—Share and Share Alike.