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After taking a couple weeks off, I finally hit up a glory hole tonight, forgot how fucking good it feels to let a whole bunch of random men breed my ass...

Part 8 David could see Beni was about ready to craft after the jocks were done. He told Benji, “I think it’s time for you to crash. Go ahead and let yourself sleep. I’ll join you I a few minutes. I just want to start digitizing the video so I can edit it tomorrow.” David covered Benji with a sheet as he started to load an the video into the editing program. He knew it would take sometime for it all to load. He then joined Benji in bed as the two dozed off. Benji woke with a slightly clearer head recalling what he’d done at the party and, recently, with the 3 jocks. He was slightly panicked over letting so many men fuck him raw and cum in his ass. He knew that he was very careless letting that happen and that he couldn’t let it happen ever again. Then he felt that he wasn’t alone as a pair of arms reach out and grabbed him tight ass he heard David say, “Good morning babe.” Benji felt David’s hard cock against his side. Without knowing why, Benji turned his back towards his bed mate and backed his ass onto his bare cock. He knew it was risky, but he couldn’t deny himself or anyone who was going to fuck him the pleasure of his ass raw. A moan was heard from both Benji and the man who introduced him to do many pleasurable things over the past 2 days. David delivered a powerful fuck as they lay um their sides in his bed with Benji pushing his ass back match every stroke into his body. David made sure Benji enjoyed ever inch of his cock further cementing the kid’s need for cock and cum. The moans from the teen were unmistakably apparent to be from let pleasure. In Benji’s mind he was receiving pleasure from giving David his ass to fuck and breed. As if on instinct, Benji began to ask for David to bed him, give him his cum, even asked fit his gift as the fuck progressed. David began to wonder if the twink was stand to understand all that he had been really getting from all the cum he had received. When Benji said, “C'mon, give it to me. You know I want your cum. Breed me! Breed me!” sent David over the edge as he yelled out, “OH FUCK! TAKE MY DIRTY CUM! YOU ARE SUCH A CUM SLUT!” As the two laid there I David’s bed recovering from their fuck. David’s cock was still lodged inside Benji’s ass as the David let Benji know, “I think we both need a shower before I the you back to your car.” Benji reluctantly agreed as the two got to and headed to shower up. After drying off and getting dressed they had something to eat. As they sat at the table David explained a new “app” that was added to his phone, “I added the group’s app to your phone. You’ll need to set a password to access it where you will find the first name and phone number of every member of our group. Next to each member name there will be a symbol and each has a arterial meaning of the member’s generosity. A ‘$’ means the member shows his generosity in the form of cash, a ‘Gift Box’ means the member shows his generosity in the form of gifts and a ‘Airplane’ means the member shows his generosity by taking you in trips.” David then handed Benji the envelope containing the $135 John gave him Saturday telling him, “These are the tips you earned at the party except one from me.” David then gave the somewhat stunned teen a $50 dollar bill and added, “The members of the group want you to attend future parties.” Benji gave David a big hug and asked, “Can I make tips like this at future parties?” David was honest, “The tips you have always depend on who fucks you.” Benji nodded understanding what David was telling him. He then told the newbie about the promise me made to Arthur, “I want to remind you that you have a appointment with Arthur at how club, Manhole Underground this Wednesday after you get off school. He’ll be at the club around 2:30.” Benji vaguely remembered Arthur talking to him about a job, but what can an 18 year old do in a bar?

1st AUGUST BB SEX PARTY @CLUB120, TORONTO on Sun., Aug. 5/18 -> 4-8PM Hey, Rawslutz! Due to the fact that it was really hot in Toronto these past few days we had a great turnout for the 1st of 3 August bb sex parties at Club120. Club120 is fully air-conditioned for its patrons comfort. And being gay men, most were walking around in comfortable shoe and jocks. Others were buck naked, except for their shoes. But, the bb sex was ON! From the outset, I did have A LOT of fun! Perhaps it was the extreme heat. Guys there were ready and willing, for the most part, to have FUN. Here are some of the guys I got to play with: 1. The hosts - Rob Skelton and Jon Shield. Rob's a sweetie in real life. I did manage to be kissed by him, sucked off by him (and I sucked his long, narrow cock too!). He was the perfect host for a bb sex party. He made everyone feel at ease and he participated in bb sex with any guys there. I ask Jon Shield if I could eat out his boycunt and fuck him for a bit. He smiled and said, "Yes!" Another great host! 2. I did play with a number of newly-discovered raw vers guys. The first one is a 23-yr young guy into daddies. We kissed, sucked and fucked each other. I really wanted his boycum but he said he wanted to cum later. I thought young guys were full of cum. Oh well, move on, daddy, I thought to myself. I kept running into him throughout my 3 hour stay. The next vers guy is a bearded otter I had fucked before. I ate his hole out and kissed him. Woof! I didn't recognize him at first because he had his long hair tied in a bun, but he recognized me. I came in his hole a few bb parties ago. Another WOOF! He was having a lot of bb fun! The next guy was laying in a sling -- otter, younger; he is very familiar to me. That's it. I fucked him at Steamworks Toronto in his large room with a sling attached to the ceiling. We both recognized each other. He lay in the sling yesterday too. We kissed. Next guy was a younger Latino cub that fucked and came in me a few bb parties ago. We kissed. We flip-fucked. HOT! 3. I met this tall skinny Asian bottom. His first time at Club120. You could tell he was nervous. I welcomed him and pointed out a few things. I asked if I could rim his boycunt. He said, "Sure!" I did. I took him by the hand to one of the private booths and put some lube from a jug of lube on my hand along the way to the private booth. I lubed his boyhole and my cock. I wanted to open him up by fucking him. I wasn't ready to cum as it was just after 4:15 when I met him. He thanked me and went off to explore the club. Later on he told me he was bored (WTF!?) and was leaving because his mind couldn't wrap around what he was seeing and feeling. I told him not to be shy and come to the next bb party in 2 weeks. We parted. 4. Some of my fellow tops just noticed that I was bottoming and even commented to me -- they've never seen me bottom. I told them I usually top but I do love to get fucked now and then. A few of them asked if they could fuck my daddy ass. I was lubed up and ready (douching earlier helped too!). They said I was a bit tight, but each liked it that way. Good fucking. I said, "Next time, I want to be fucked and receive your cum!" 5. The upstairs at Club120 has 2 wings with 4 slings and a walkway in-between. On the far wing, above the stage, I was watching the slings being used and some great raw fucking happening in and out of them. A younger bearded voyeur pulled me back, caressing and gently pinching my nipples and kissing the back of my neck. I got hard again (new erotic points for me to cum, I'm guessing). A guy was sucking my neighbour's cock and then mine. Well the voyeur kept caressing, kissing and massaging my back while the guy in front kept alternating cocks. I was very close to cumming, I could feel it in my dick. I told the guy sucking I was ready to cum. He switched from other cock to mine and I blasted in his mouth. He was so thankful and dutifully cleaned off my cock. I kissed the voyeur behind me and thanked him for his getting me to cum. He smiled - JOB WELL DONE! The whole experience yesterday coupled with the hot weather was a gigantic bb forest/wonderland!! I love all of the bb fun at Club120. One guy I was chatting with mentioned "why go to Berlin when you have a mini-Berlin right here in Toronto, locally?" -- a really valid point he had. Around 7 PM I changed into my clothes. After all this good sex I was getting very hungry and thirsty for food, I hadn't eaten since breakfast before 8 AM. Sex gets me hungry!! I went across the street to sit down to great Thai food.

I love broken condom videos. Almost all the ones I’ve seen seem like they are staged that way and the bottom knows it’s part of the bit. But occasionally I’ll find one that seems like a legit stealthing and I cum so hard.

I figure we have 5 to 6 weeks before my brother gets he is converted POZ with a wreck hole. He is 18 but looks like a 14-year-old boy, hairless from the neck down with a nice 7-inch dick. I post the add on our website saying boy looking to become POZ. Age 18 Height 5ft 6 WT. 100lbs. You must be POZ with a high VL you will be tested to make sure of your status, NO POZ undetectable or negative allowed. No loads with being refused in any hole. You can have Prince Albert piercing. The only condom allowed is a cruel condom. Open for singles or gangbangs. Available 24/7 NO FISTING as after he converts that will happen. We will have Tina, GHB, and others things to make this memorable time for you. This post will be up until converted to the POZ Brotherhood. No sooner than I put the post is up I'm making appointments for my brother, I'm being overwhelmed by the response I'm getting from so many Tops I know who love like to party and love to convert others to the brotherhood. I'm finding out that the first week of the 168 hours in a week I have scheduled my brother for 160 of getting fucked by people who are POZ. Greg says I'm one sick brother to do that to him but there are many ways to keep him awake as I'm going to make fortune off my brother as its also going to be filmed. Most of the ones who come to knock up my brother are single Men in their late 30s to early 50s who are in great shape, they spend maybe 1-hour dump 2 toxic loads and leave very happy. After they are finished I have a crew who will take my brother and clean him up and get him ready for the next customer. We had one single who had full-blown AIDS, he looks like he was 70 but was in his late 20s became POZ at 14 and at 5ft 11 he was maybe 120lbs. He spends 3 hours with my brother and dumps 5 very toxic loads in him and on film it looks fantastic as my brother was cleaning off his dick after every load. Then you have the gangbangs that last for 4-8 hours and my brother is slammed up really good to keep him awake and working. His hole is taking a real beating when they use a cruel condom on him and after 3 weeks of only getting maybe 20 hours of rest he looks pretty good from all the Tina and molly he has been given but still no sign of him starting his conversion but he does have gonorrhea as its painful for him to piss as we keep him well hydrated from thous who have chem up while fucking my brother. It's now 6 weeks and my brother does not look great as I feel his forehead he is hot and is showing signs of starting his conversion over to the brotherhood. I cancel all his appointments and let him rest in bed as he is crashing and is in trouble. I get him to the hospital and into the Emergency room and the first thing they tell me he is very sick LMAO I hope so as I made a fortune from this. I waiting for the Doctor to tell me already what I know as in the last 6 weeks my brother has had 500 toxic dick dump about 2,500 loads into him, but slammed every day as from his arm you can see the needle marks, drank more chem piss than anyone I know. The Doctor called me into the office and says my brother is very sick and wants to know if I know about my brother sexual and drug habits and I say I don't know a thing. He tells my brother is HIV POZ has gonorrhea which they are treating now, they also found Methamphetamine, high level of Molly in his blood also and he will be here for at least a week, also my brother rectum is severely damaged from having unsafe sex I don't care about his ass hole as now its his dick that will be getting a work out . I say to my self FUCK as a newly POZ boy is worth a lot as chasers will go nuts for him. The Doctor tells me he might have seen 1 or 2 cases of young men testing POZ a year but now its 4-5 testing POZ a week and so many are using Meth and other drugs. I say to my self only 4-5 per week we have to start doing a better job and I know my brother is going to help.

Last Sunday was first Sunday of the month, when Coxx Men’s Bar Budapest organises regularly the so-called Sunday Nude Party. It means, entrance is allowed only between five and six PM and dress code is a must. You can wear only undies or jock or nothing. That was my second occasion there, it was still extremely exciting. Thirty-forty horny guys, who are naked or their cock visible hard under the textile. Everyone fucks with almost everyone everywhere. First I met a spanish cub with rock hard cock under his undies. I started to stroke it, took out and let it deep into my throat. After five minutes deep throating I asked him to fuck me, but he denied me, because he has just arrived. I cruised forward and found a cubicle with opened doors. Two guys with hard and big dick was having sex. The older one, a guy early fifties rode the other one. After a while he gave it up. Then I realised that the other guy had extremely thick cock. I noticed him to fuck me, but he was tired as he said. (I didn’t really understand how he could be tired in the very first hour.) But the guy who was fucked wanted to fuck me. I was happy to get cock as soon as possible. Unfortunately he used condome. He fucked me for fifteen minutes when both of us needed time to have a rest. I drank some water and back from the bar I found some guys with rock hard cocks. I sucked them when the previous guy arrived and started to play with my hole. I nodded he unfortunately took a wrap and fucked me again. I enjoyed it but honestly I needed bare cocks. While he was fucking me I was sucking an older bald and bearded guy with really sexy face, a quiet big belly and not too long but very thick cock. When the top pulled out his cock, I turned over and pushed my ass to the older guy’s cock. He didn’t hesitate, he pushed his bare cock deep into my hole. Finally! He fucked me long, when he finished it. He said he didn’t want to cum yet. I looked forward to another cock. I found one. He wanted me only to suck him. It lasted for ten minutes when he loaded into my mouth and onto my face. I washed it. On the way back to the bar I went in front of the sling room. One sling was empty, the previous mentioned older guy stood there back to the wall. He nodded, I grabbed the chains of the sling, bent over, he started to fuck me. After a while I climbed into the sling, pushed out my ass and he continued. Then came into the room more and more guys. When the older finished ( unfortunately without he cummed) came the next. I was laying, hitting poppers continuously. So I didn’t count how many guys fucked me but it was a quiet nice queue at my ass :))) Unfortunately too much guys wore wrap, but many fucked me bare. When was no more fucker, I continued my cruising. I realized that a Spanish bald cub who bred me three times when I was there last time is here again. He smiled at me. He was another belly guy with good cock. When I nodded to the Spanish, he left the other guy. We started to kissing and stroking each other's cock. After a while the other guy joined us. I sucked both, the Spanish sucked us. We changed our roles. Then I grabbed the Spanish guy’s cock and took into me. While he was fucking I was sucking the other. The Spanish didn’t have big cock but he could use it. Then the other grabbed me, forced me to the back of the car (I didn’t have a mistake, there was a car in the bar to be able to practice having sex in a car. I never tried it there, because I didn’t prefer sex inside car. ). So he pushed his big cock raw into me. Fortunately he didn’t wear condom. In the next few hours I was fucking with these guys and the older one many times. I was fucked in the bar, in the sling etc. Almost everywhere. Between two fucks with them, in the sling room found a nice bearded guy, who was fucked. He had also big cock. I stroked it while he was being fucked. And he was playing with my hole. When the fucker finished it, I bent over and pushed me onto this cock. He fucked me ling and hard. Later I met him again, when he was laying in the sling. I was getting extremely horny, my cock was untypical rock hard ( thanks to kamagra jelly), so I fucked him hard. I tried to cum into him, but I couldn’t. I don’t know why, but most of the guys couldn’t or didn’t want to cum. When I finished, the friend of the Spanish cub ( later he said he was Czech) grabbed me and fucked me again (I didn’t know how many times he fucked me), and finally I could cum. When we was fucking threesome with the Spanish and the Czech last time in that evening at the bar, a guy from USA joined us. I sucked him, and then he wanted to fuck me. Although he was a condom nazi ( he said always condome) he fucked very well. After a short break he wanted a new turn. I was exhausted, my hole was sore. I sucked a guy at the end and went to Magnum to take a shower. I’ve just arrived at Magnum, took a shower, an Indian (?) guy found me. He had nice cock, but he didn’t allow to suck him. I was disappointed but when I wanted to leave him, he grabbed my ass, got a condom (ehh) and started to fuck me. Two older guys was watching us. When the Indian finished, came one of them. When he finsihed, came the other. Although all of them used condome, but I was satisfied with the three unexpected fucker. I was having a rest in the jacuzzi. I decided I went back to Coxx. The nude party ended when I left, but after ten pm the ordinary party started. The owner said, after midnight would be crowded. So I just wanted to spent my time till midnight. It was ten pm, after the jacuzzi I went around. In one cubicle a good looking guy was laying and jerking. I smiled at him. He asked me to join him. He asked me whether I love to suck long. Unfortunately he was speeded, so his cock was soft. I sucked him, because he promised me to fuck me bareback if his cock would be hard. I was successful and he started to fuck me, but after a while his cock was getting soft again I tried to suck him hard again, but twice I wasn’t successful. Then I left Magnum and went back to Coxx. The owner was right, it was crowded. The dark room was full. Somebody sucked me, when a tall, bald, bearded athletic guy found me. He wanted me to fuck him. Unfortunately he gave me a condome and I was not brave enough to stealthing. Actually he was too tall, so I could fuck him a short time. Then I realised a young guy with hard cock who was playing with my ass. I tried to push his cock into my hole. He let it and started to bareback me. While I was being fucked, I bent of course, so I was able to suck. A young gipsy guy grabbed my head and gave his cock. The barebacker finished my fucking. When the gipsy felt my hole empty he turned me back and - after he got a condome unfortunately- he started to fuck me. He cummed but into the condome. The tall guy appeared and wanted a new turn. I fucked him, but it was short again. Then I started to suck a cock, another guy joined us so I sucked two cocks. The second guy pulled me up, bent over the first guy and started to fuck me. I didn’t know how many times I was fucked, maybe fifteen guys fucked me fifty times. I was really exhausted. I needed a brake. I checked my phone, and a guy very close to me wanted to meet me. He offered fist fuck and rimming. I answered that it sounds good but I need tonbe barebacked. I didn’t know why. Maybe the more the merrier or there is no enough barebacking. He was in. So I jumped in my car. I was ther in two minutes. Then was 1.30 am and started a two hour long session. He kept his promise. He fucked me many times. I fisted him and he fisted me. It was a nice end of this long night. Now I feel a really slut or whore. Although I wasn’t bred and it was too much safe sex, I’m not disappointed.

This is really getting twisted. Lovin it. Time to pay the preacher a visit?

Gave two loads and swallowed one. Random dude hit my Adam this morning and with no pics and anything he was to me In 30 mins. Walked in a short black beefy bottom. Fucked him stupid till he nutted on sheets and me in him. Later my white daddy came over and he was looking irresistible. Took off the shorts and turned him over eating him out before sliding deep in him and shooting inside. Black Dude hit my jackd tonight and said he wanted head. He stayed at the hotel near me:; walked my ass there and got on my knees while he had his way till his kids was down my throat. And the night is still young

The drive over to the gifting top took forever, my mind was racing. This is the beginning of a new chapter, starting a relationship with the best bottom I have ever had. Not just an bottom, a straight boy, with a girlfriend, who loves taking cock and following orders. Whether or not we are together forever, he will always be mine in some aspect. I pull up to the house in the email and check my phone, there are two messages. One from the gifting top: "Doors open strip once you get inside unless you want your clothes torn off" One message from my boy: "Are you going to POZ me Sir?" His message worried me, will he chicken out? will i become POZ and lose my boy at the same time? i got a horrible pit in my stomach. I text him back, "Yes, i'm going to make you pregnant with a POZ load." I sat outside the top's house waiting for the reply. My phone vibrated, "Yes Sir, if you want, you already own me." That text made me hard as a rock despite the life changing event to come, "do you want me to impregnate you?" i asked. "I want you do do what ever you want with me Sir." he replied. I took a deep breath and got out of the car, a huge smile on my face, I practically floated to the front door, and entered as i took my clothes off. The front room was dim, a light was on in what appeared to be the kitchen, and music was coming from a dark room. I made my way towards the dark room, "Bend over the bed slut" a voice says from the dark room, and i do as i'm told, so strange to be on this side of the relationship. As i bend over the bed the top walks up behind me, "wheres the toothbrush, and why are you here?" "Here, and because i want you to POZ me up" "Why?" he demanded. "There's a straight bottom i've been fucking that will become gay for me if he catches anything or can't have kids," i confess. "hmm... So you want to POZ this little "straight" boy?" "Yessir" "well... When i POZ you, MY seed will be growing in you, and then this boy will be mine too, I'll POZ you on one condition." "whats the condition?' i ask nervously. "I'll let you grow my seed inside you so you can POZ him on your own, but if he doesn't take for any reason, you release his boipussy to me and my POZ friends. AND if he does become POZ with your seed, you bring your boy over here and we have a celebration night." "interesting, I like the idea" "Well do we have a deal? Am i Pozzing your NEG ass tonight?" "Yes lets do it" The top slapped my ass hard, "good slut, you email me when you get the fuck flu" "Yes Sir" With that the top shoved the toothbrush into my ass, it hurt a bit, but i was so excited to change our lives that i didn't care. This better take. He yanked the toothbrush out of my stinging ass, and shoved it into my mouth, there was a metallic taste. I'm primed to take his POZ load. "what outcome are you hoping for slut? that you POZ him up or that he is resistant to our strains and we introduce him to my friends." "Honestly he says he's mine already and can do what i want, your friends can have him POZ or not." i replied. "good, i like that, thank you for sharing, especially if he's as good as you say." In one big thrust his cock went into my hole, it stung but it also felt pretty good, i was caught by surprise and yelped. "HA, take this POZ cock you top" he said as he rammed his cock in and out of my hole all the way, really loosening my hole up, but also really wrecking my sore hole. "Beg for my POZ load like a good bottom, and then take it home to your boy." "please POZ my ass, convert me" i said over and over. "tell me why slut" "POZ me so i can convert the straight boy! POZ me and lets make him a gay POZ bottom whore" "He's already a gay bottom, but here's the POZ load delivery for his ass!" He thrust in and i felt the first strong spurt of toxic cum enter my ass, he moaned, and was breathing heavy, still clenching and releasing cum into my hole. It was quick but i was hoping for that, i much prefer to fuck my boy than be fucked by anyone. "if you don't get sick within 2 weeks, you come back here and you're staying here a weekend, got it?" "i'll let you know" i replied, standing up and grabbing my clothes from the living room floor, my ass sore and full of POZ cum. I drove home, dreaming about my life to come. I woke up the next morning with my asshole burning, the guy messed up my hole for how quick he was. After my breakfast and coffee I went to the restroom and sure enough cum came out, it felt like a cup full, it just kept coming out. My phone buzzed, "Good Morning Sir" it read from my boy. "Good morning boy" i replied. "ready for tonight?" "Yes Sir, always." His text brought a huge smile to my face. "craving cock? craving a man?" "Yes actually Sir, I'm very horny, i get crazy thoughts when i'm horny." he sent. "Oh? like what Trevor, tell your boyfriend." "Well, craving your cock, piss, and cum like usual. Do you mind if I come by and grab a bottle of piss from you?" "Aw boy I want you to, but i just pissed, i'll bring one to your work though, on one condition." "Anything Sir" "Change for the gym outside your car today in the parking structure, shirt, shorts, socks, shoes, but the jock strap stays, and wear the "ADDICTED" jock strap, everything comes off first before one article goes on." "Yes Sir, When will i get your piss?" "you'll get every bladder full today slut, just prove to me you followed orders." "Yes Sir" "Good Boy, also think of some more rules, i need more control over my slut, you're going to be gay in no time, hard for me and flaccid for her" "Yes Sir I'll email you a list tonight for approval before you come over, and honestly that excited me a bit" "Good, because you're mine" "Yes i am Sir."

It's more social than pride, less out of towners coming so you're gonna be with more of the locals looking to make good connections. Or so I'm told ?

Good morning, everyone has been texting for a status update. Had/have the "fuck flu", but still getting bred a lot and officially "dating" 3 guys/gifters. Not officially tested nor on meds. Will be tested sometime in September when when my gifters decide on a date. Until then, I'm still available for anon or quickies, groups, couples, car dates etc. Here are pics of my fuck hole getting a very special load.

I prefer girth. It’s great to feel him stretch my hole.

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.

Be advised that my stories often involve some element on nonconsensual sex by some of my characters. Regardless, my stories are 100% fiction/fantasy only. Any resemblance to persons or places are merely coincidental. How to Get Your Poz Cock into Lyle Cranston's Speedos A few year’s back, I was the janitor at the local high school in a school district where the only sex education the kids got was for abstinence. Well, this left the entire student body vulnerable to their own imaginations, learning whatever they could about sex from actual experience, or by doing some reading on the Internet or at the public library like I used to. The rate of pregnancies were up, and STD rates, too. Anyway, this lack of sex education made these students susceptible to perverts like me. One senior I was able to corrupt, Lyle, was the number one swimmer in the county. He was 18, had a compact and muscular body at 5’6”, blonde, chlorine-bleached hair, blue eyes, and an ass that filled out his light blue Speedos to perfection. All season, I’d catch him practicing at the pool in the early morning. Sometimes he’d linger in the locker room and shower area while I cleaned in there. He would do things for me, like acting as if he were checking his phone while bending over in his tight-fitting swimsuit. Did he know that he was getting my poz cock rock hard when he did that? So many times I’ve wanted to take my finger and press it against that stretched out blue lycra material; to press in, making a guess of where that boy’s hole was; feeling it, to hear him gasp or moan when I hit my mark. This show (offering?) went on all season. Instead of raping him right then and there, I’d ask him about things. How is school going? Are you going to prom? Stuff that allowed me to find out more about the kid. I found out that he was accepted at state university and will be living in the dorms in the fall. He got a swimming scholarship, too. He said that he and his girlfriend broke up in March, so he might go to prom stag, or not at all. He said that since he was leaving soon, it didn’t make sense to have a girlfriend here anyway. His parents were well-respected in town as ministers at one of the many churches here. I offered to answer any questions he had about sex if he wouldn’t tell anyone about it. He nodded, told me he was abstaining, but he had lots of questions. After that, he showed up at my janitor’s closet, always in his blue Speedo with questions for me. I’d close the door and he’d sit in my chair while he listed off questions about masterbation and was porn really evil. He never asked about condoms or STDs, but he did want to know how babies were made. I showed him diagrams and explained what sperm was and how it fertilizes the egg in a female, and so on. As he sat there with his legs spread, I was given full view of his taint and package just hidden beneath the blue lycra fabric of his Speedo. My perverted mind wanted more of this teen. I knew there had to be men online who would want to distract Lyle with poppers and a blowjob while I pressed my precum-dripping, cut cock head into the boy’s tight cherry hole. On the last week of school, I knew I had to get into that boy’s Speedos any way I could. And I enlisted the help of another barebacker I found online. His user name was Poz9In and he said he had ways of making sure I could get my raw cock inside a virgin’s butt, especially into a naive, under-sex educated Wildcat jock like Lyle. We arranged a time, graduation day. He agreed to the plan to help me stealth breed Lyle with a poz load. I told Lyle to meet me at my closet right after his morning swim, a good half hour before class. ________________ Poz9In was maybe around mid-50s, dark cropped hair and brown eyes. He arrived just before 7:30 a.m. He wore a track suit and his schlong was huge and evident down his right leg. With a scarred and stubbled face, he looked rough. He was not the hottest looking man. But I was immensely turned on from the contrast between the vision of a toughened older, experienced poz man making use of the body of a gorgeous, athletic teen. Lyle knocked on my closet door and I let him in. He was still wet from his swim. “Hi, Mr. Daines,” he said. “Hey Lyle. This is my friend, Dale, here. He wanted to meet the star swimming athlete for the Wildcats,” I stammered giving my Internet contact a fake name. I was a little nervous, but I was determined to fuck Lyle this morning. “Hey, Dale. Nice to meet you.” Lyle held his hand out in the cramped janitor’s closet and Poz9In took it and pulled Lyle to him. He used his other hand to grab Lyle’s cock and balls through the teen’s wet Speedo. Lyle barely had time to react when I got behind Lyle and pressed by uniformed bulge against his blue Speedoed bubble butt. “Hey! That’s my personal…” Lyle made a nervous swallow. “Yeah boy? Would you like to give your personal spot over to us men, or would you rather we take it?” Poz9In asked while the two of us, men older than his father, continued manhandling Lyle into submission. “I never…” Lyle stopped what he was saying and relented to Poz9In by closing his eyes and dropping his hands to his side. Poz9In worked Lyle’s dick to an erection while I took aim at my prized target: Lyle’s hole. “That’s it, kid. We’ll take good care of you, just relax,” Poz9In said. Now with Lyle’s submission, I finally got to press my finger in and feel for the boy’s hole. He let out a breath when I began rubbing it roughly through the smooth material. Fresh from the pool. Poz9in opened a new bottle of poppers and told the kid to breath in and hold his breath. Lyle did as he was instructed. I continued probing the covered hole while with my other hand, I reached around his waist. Poz9In moved my hand over to so I Lyle’s cock incased in the smooth, still damp lycra. He smelled deliciously of chlorine. “Good boy. Take another hit just like the first,” I heard Poz9In say. “Fuck yeah. You’re a hot one.” “I’ve been wanting this ass for four months!” I exclaimed. “Let’s do what we planned, but I want to keep these Speedos on him.” “Aahh, fuuuck!” Lyle was flying. “Nice! That’s a deal, mister,” Poz9In replied to me. “Let’s knock up this cute pollywog.” With that, Poz9in bent down and went to work sucking Lyle’s cock through the Speedos. A few moments later, he pushed the front of the swimsuit down. Then I saw Poz9In dive in and suck on the virgin’s swimmer’s exposed dick. “Aaah!” Lyle moaned in pleasure. With Poz9In’s help, I bent Lyle forward and spread his legs. Poz9In kept sucking Lyle’s dick like the pro he was, doing his damnedest to coax sweet semen out from a neg horny teen. I unzipped my pants and pushed them down to release my leaking cock. With my hard cock in hand, I rubbed the head of it on Lyle’s bubble butt. I relished the sight of his light blue swimsuit soiled with smudges of my precum. Poz9In gave Lyle more poppers as I pulled down the back of the Speedos to expose the tightest, pinkest hole I’ve ever seen. “Do it. Bareback that neg hole, man. He fucking wants it,” Poz9In encouraged. Realizing that Lyle doesn’t know what neg hole means, I stared at the pink hole in front of me and greased up my cock with lube and listened as Poz9In spoke. “This is the hottest piece of ass. Take it. Take that fine young, firm ass.” With that, I stood up and lined my drooling poz cock against Lyle’s hole. Hotter still, I could feel the kid’s ever-taunting blue Speedo tickling under my cock. I pumped some precum onto the ring of pink his hole and heard Lyle gasp as I pressed in. Lyle yelled as my cock head popped into him, and Poz9In used his hands to spread Lyle’s ass open for me. I fucked in more. As I did, I leaked more precum into Lyle as I thought about pozzing up a virgin, seeing him graduate tonight with my toxic load inside him, sending him off to college with HIV. Then, hopefully, more men will get to use this young butt. I was all the way in when Poz9In gave Lyle more poppers, about 6 full hits. “Breed that neg butt or I will!” I started to fuck Lyle’s hole, in and out. It got easier with my precum lubing the walls of his rectum. I wasn’t going to last long, though. Fucking Lyle full of my poz cum was a dream coming true. I started pistoning the tight swimmer’s hole imagining how my shaft must look penetrating that pink ring. His hole gripped my cock. I was urgent to impregnate my Lyle, star Wildcat swimmer. It was my absolute goal now was to poz Lyle up. “Fuck! I’m coming.” “Fucking do it! Fucking sperm up that clean hole.” Poz9In coached. “Aaaaagh!” I felt my shaft pulse and my cock slit open as hot poz sperm coated the walls of Lyle’s unprotected rectum. I was still shooting loads into Lyle’s hole when I started fucking him hard again. “Fuck!” Lyle yelled. “Fuuuuuck! Ah, I’m coming.” Poz9In went back to sucking Lyle’s dick. “Yeah, Lyle. Feed the nice man your load while I hammer mine into your butt” I said. Lyle didn’t say anything but convulsed as he orgasmed. I held him steady so that Poz9in could have what his profile said was his favorite part of sex: the taste of sweet, young neg sperm. “Fuckin’ A!” Poz9In said with his mouth full of hard teen dick and fresh sperm. When Lyle finished cumming, I put the poppers bottle under his nose again. Lyle took the hits as ordered. When Lyle was completely flying, I put the bottle down. With my eyes I looked down to Poz9In and I invited him to bareback this amazing hole. He stood up, stepped around Lyle, and started jacking his massive cock and told me to move out of the way. He got behind Lyle, who was still recovering from cumming, and he rubbed his big mushroom head against the boy’s now reddened entrance. He looked over and got the petroleum jelly and jacked his cock some more with it until it shined under the fluorescent lighting of the janitor’s closet. As Poz9In lodged his enormous highly experienced HVL poz cock into the teen’s no-longer-virgin hole, we heard Lyle say, “Ah! Fuck!” I watched as Poz9In pushed all the way into Lyle; his silver cock ring embedding red marks into the teen’s butt cheeks. Then he fucked Lyle’s ass hard. He clamped his large hand over Lyle’s mouth to keep him quiet while he fucked him so hard that they had to keep repositioning themselves around the closet. Amazingly, Lyle’s blue Speedos remained in place, pulled down just far enough to give us men access to his now fully fuckable butthole. At times I was able to get up close and I watched as Poz9In’s cock pulled out, his shaft covered in lube and poz sperm, and pushed all the way back into the boy’s hole, stretching out that beautiful pink ring, no longer hidden away from me behind light blue lycra. I started jacking off watching them. When Poz9In saw me, he repositioned Lyle again in front of me. Still lodged in Lyle’s ass, Poz9In pushed his head down and ordered him to suck my cock. Lyle eagerly sucked me until I was so turned on, I gripped onto his blonde hair started face-fucking the teen. An amazing perv achievement: Poz9In and I were fucking Lyle Cranston: The star swimmer for the Wildcats swim team and minister’s son was now taking raw poz cock at both ends in a janitor's closet. I unloaded in Lyle’s mouth with a sharp explosion and watched him swallow my load. At the same time, Poz9In announced that he was “knocking up the twink! Fuuuuuck! That’s right. Let us charge that hole, son! Take it deep in there.” He continued convulsing and cussing as more of his jizz flowed into naive Lyle’s neg hole. When he finished, he tussled Lyle’s now dry hair as he lewdly complimented the kid, and pulled out. Poz9In pulled up his track pants, nodded at me and left. Lyle was half in a daze as he pulled up his trunks and said that he had to get to class. “Thanks, Mr. Daines.” He left the janitor’s closet quickly with a towel around his waist. "Congrats! Have a good time tonight!" I called out. Good kid. Come fall, though, college physicals could reveal a surprise for young Lyle, and just before his first-ever actual sex education class.

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

Hey guys- this is sort of left field, but for any of you who enjoy having your tits worked hard during sex, or enjoy having them pinched and stretched in general-- I was at Home Depot today getting a few things , and happened upon a new nipple sex toy--in the pest control section!! Seems there is a "Better" mouse trap- instead of a metal bar snapping down on the rodent, this one has a thick elastic band that "humanely" rolls onto the rat as it enters the trap. Well, since you really don't want to roll off the elastic after the rat dies, they sell replacement elastics- 20 in a pack for about $4 USD . The name of the trap is NOOSKI - a New Zealand item. If any of you are familiar with the elasticators that some S & M shops used to sell, these rings are pretty similar- I found them easy enough to spread using my fingers to roll them over the nipple and then release the ring back up behind the nipple-- and, more importantly- they WILL roll off with a little effort, so removal will not be a problem ( or trip to the ER)

Part 44 　 My ass was getting so sore now. I had barely started taking loads a short time ago, then found out they were all HVL HIV loads, now lost count of how many and it was barely midnight now on Sat. night. I still had no idea what the hell I was doing, but couldn't seem to stop myself every time a cock was offered to me and knowing they were toxic as all get out. OMG what conflict was going through my mind. I was constantly telling myself to get the heck out of there and then a cock was offered and I just laid back and floated away on a cloud of pure lust. I roused myself a little and turned to look around the room and it was one big fuck fest. Only one guy at the moment, besides myself, was not fucking and it was Randy, the stripper, and he was walking towards me with his humongus hard cock swaying back and forth. My eyes were glued to it, watching it come closer and closer and despite what I had just been thinking, I rolled over onto my back and spread my legs. He crawled up on the couch with me, grabbed my legs and lifted them over his shoulders, pushed me further back until I was almost upside down and plunged his cock into my dripping ass pussy all the way in one thrust. I pushed back at him to try and get every single bit of his mammoth cock into me as possible. Then he proceeded to start jack hammering my hole hard and fast. He pile drove my ass like he was trying to ram clear through me and drive me through the couch to the floor. My sore ass was forgotten as he stroked my prostate with every stroke. My own cock was so hard I thought it would burst. He did me like that for a good half hour and then grunted hard and said here it comes. As his cock started to pulse and fill me with his toxic babies, my own cock exploded cum and I opened my mouth and drank in every drop. He ground his cock into me hard and was swiveling it around and around as his orgasm faded and left us both out of breath and completely satisfied.

ready to start PreP. have topped some guys BB at the sex club. want to take cock raw up my ass too. maybe while fucking another guy.

Loose/sloppy for sure!

Rawsatyr, Thanks very much your brutally honest bb sex life story! I do love it when you say, "Sex is a sport! Skin-on-skin contact sport! No fear, no loathing, no hypocrisy, no strings attached!" You seem to have worked out the issues together by talking. Everything's out in the open. It makes for much less confrontation and heated arguments. I'd love to find a younger bb hubby-bf to have a full relationship with. OINK!

STORY-TIME: (only for those with more than 15 seconds to spare) I'm a 'reformed monogamist'; yes so it COULD have been possible, for me, maybe. However, part of my reason to stay monogamous (at the beginning) was 'the fear of catching something' especially when HIV was the big bad wolf... But reality was, even with my first BF of 9 years: while I was loyal and faithful, HE tried to hit up and even leave me and BE WITH my handsome best (non-sexual) friend. My best friend would have been a catch in West Hollywood, with his big cock and popular reputation. Not that my double-crossing BF then could have EVER tamed him or even had a chance in hell. There are simply too many hot new boys in town wanting that legendary Peter inside of them. (Bottom-line: eventually my BF and I split up. Ugly at first but now we are still friends, him still jealous and being a snippy bitch in Hollywood. And for good measure I hooked up with my best friend and took his popular champ-cock RAW and bragged about it to my rejected ex) My next BF after that too had a chip on his shoulder. A failed Hollywood wanna-be I followed him to the guts of the deep south, BIG MISTAKE! But BIG COCK, you know how it is! But once back on his home-turf where he was one of the most popular guys in town, he started acting like a rooster in charge of his hen... always accusing me of cheating while he planned 'business trips' with tricks from LA to meet him in Florida. Even caught him in the act as he boldly turned the situation around and viciously accused me of 'stalking me like a psycho'... (His father was a chronic womanizer who cheated on his mother with vigorous abandon, so you get the picture. I still like crazy Irish/Italians though. My ex and I became friends again later on) Which brings us to the larger picture: In 'traditional relationships' it is the man, the self-perceived 'alpha', who reserves the right of INFIDELITY for HIMSELF but IF she or the 'beta' does it - WATCH OUT - he/she/it better not dare. HE (the alpha, leading male) assumes HE can have a mistress (or in the gay world - tricks) but 'the lesser one' would be a whore, a tramp, one who has no right to question. Society and religion has spelled it out: "It is OK for the man to have so many wives, concubines, slave bitches and whatnot but SHE better not have BEEN WITH A MAN YET or she is going to get the ax... mind-frames from the bronze age, cobbled together righteousness like Henry VIII when he tired of a brood mare and wanted to trade up to the newer model... We all have basic mind-frames like that, as we slowly come to terms where we fit in as teenagers, gay or straight, possibly scripting PERFECT relationships, having expectations or accepting CONVENTIONALITY or discarding all that and go straight to being a gay tramp. My observation: in the gay world the popular ones get all the action, and the homely ones watch them jealously and call the successful hunters WHORES, SLUTS, TRAMPS and cock-block them from naive novices to the scene who eye the MAN-CANDY on the dance-floor with catty, bitter comments : "OH stay away from him. He gets around, I bet he has EVERY disease in the world!" I tried monogamy and that shit didn't work for me. It may work for some, in gay or straight relationships, but often it is all just a show for the outside world! My present effort at a relationship is a HYBRID SOLUTION: I was the former 'circuit boy' with an (undeserved/but eagerly accepted) slut reputation and he was the much younger nerdy-type who carried a 'secret'. The players in art school or the strippers in West Hollywood had pozzed him and he didn't know. He got deadly-sick while with me, fresh out of college, pretty bad! Almost killed him! Well and that's how I find out he preggered me. Well now I'm part of the brotherhood too! His looks (and weight) took a beating from the ordeal as it takes a long time to recuperate. NO SEX! It didn't even cross my mind! I caught him cheating (to validate himself he would explain later), discussing RAW SEX with strangers on apps! (conventional wisdom is BLOW UP and KICK HIM OUT) But no, realizing how monogamy often turns the ASEXUAL MONOTONY my man and I struck a deal. We stayed together, are now married and very loyal but SEX IS A SPORT!!! SKIN-ON-SKIN CONTACT SPORT! NO FEAR, NO LOATHING, NO HYPOCRISY, NO STRINGS ATTACHED! We hunt, cruise, sext and strategically plan alone and together, like a pack of wolves, or hunting buddies, scoring this buck and that one, a thrill-ride taken as often as the hard-on desires! And I love to watch him take pipe or breeding a player/trick/cum-dumpster. But don't expect to be there or be involved every time. He likewise basks in the glory of my candid slut-reportsand lives vicariously through me on days when I casually mention "OH, I had a lucky day! Was with THREE GUYS and took loads from all!" The deal we have was also this: "WE have licence to breed, fuck and do as opportunity knocks! And BAREBACK is expected. Everything else is bogus!"

I have been with the same guy for going on 14 years now, and except for my pnp years, I have been pretty faithful. But a big part of that was that he brought out the pig in me, and very few, if any guys can match us here. Not even the pnp guys. Even in most cases they are too vanilla. If I found a top, or tops that werent too horribly far away and were as nasty as we are, fuck yeah I would be getting my brains screwed out. But plain old sex without creativity bores the crud out of me and I run the other way. Our only limits are scat, children, and women. Lots of guys will say that, but then you go further and they freak out. A big part of sex is verbal and in our head for both of us, and that seems to be pretty damn impossible to find. If a guy wants to quietly just breed me its not gonna do much for me at all.

I spent the night of my 18th birthday at the baths and within 30 minutes, my slut gene kicked in on overdrive and I knew monogamy wasn't for me. Years later, I was in an open relationship with another slutty guy, but eventually, I embraced my kinky side while he remained 100% vanilla. After 8 years, he was just a body in bed and 2 years later, he did something that broke my trust and that was the end. The breakup left me a bit gun shy, and while I won't rule out another open relationship, the guy would need to be my piggy equal and he MUST earn my trust. It's like the old song, "So many men, so little time!"

Not realy hard like crunchy but a gel. Like the innerside of a jelly bean and in size the head of a matchstick

Waiting, willing hole right here. Put it in deep

Congrats man I hope it takes. Swapping bugs is very hot

Started with condoms, hooked up with a guy in Chatham. Once at his and both horny he realised no condoms the passion took over and I received my first raw fuck and load in me. Never looked back and been enjoying ever since feels so much better

Something similar happened to me. Smoking crack led to fucking in an abandoned house. Yea those were good times in Flint, Michigan

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.

Tuesday - a guy whos fucked me bb now 3 times - anon - I wait naked on my bed on all 4's hole lubed, wearing a blindfold. He walks into the bedroom, strips and I suck his cock - then he pushes me to tell me to turn around - I'm on the edge of the bed and he's standing behind me - I feel his bare dick at my hole and he pushes inside - this time he gave me a good, long, hot fuck and pushed inside really deep when he shot his load - we never talk except when I thank him for cumming inside me - he dresses and leaves - I push the cum out and its always a massive load!

in my line of work i act like i've never seen them unless they say 'hi'

Thanks for the follow daddy. I love cookies, and I'm always up for special gifts.

The next few entries are going to cover my very recent trip to Berlin. I stayed in Schoneberg for 5 night, I'm typing this as I've just got back my ass and cock are still tender and the memories are still fresh. I fly in to Berlin during the day and get to my apartment in less than an hour, it's a nice apartment with a great price, at first I couldn't believe it but I booked through ebab(a breedingzone user's suggestion) the week before I flew to Berlin I looked through both recon and bbrt to make up a top-do fucklist, I can now say that I never met one person from that list. I decided to take it easy for the first night so I looked at some of the tamer gay restaurants and bars in schoneberg. I came across one place that had a few people scattered throughout the bar, I sit up at the bar and politely ask "Sprechen Sie Englisch?" "A liddle?" the barman replies, he is very slim twinkish type who through some conversation, learned that he was from Prague and a singer, I casually asked him about the places in the surrounding area. "Well Toms is good for drinking and sex downstairs, there's New Action, next to that is the Bull, but don't go there, it's nasty. Everyone has AIDS" I can't get across tone in text form but if you could hear the disgust in his voice when he mentioned The Bull and his facial expression it might make you as uncomfortable as I was. Here's a guy who has no idea who he is talking to in Berlin, in the gay area and he says something like that to a stranger. One of his many favourite songs come on the radio and he begins to clap dance and wave his arms about while singing alone, putting on his own little show for the uninterested patrons, who seem like they've seen it all before. I finish my drink, and leave. I walk down to Cafe Heile Welt and head inside, it's a swank fancy bar, chilled out and full of guys and girls. The bar is full but there are some seats close by. As I sip on my third beer, I look around to see what kind of folk drinks here, seems to be the kind of folk who just out of the office, not exactly people I relate to. Then some older Italian gentleman at the bar raises his glass to toast me, I raise mine in return. We start talking, and he offers me a drink. After a while he leans in and start kissing, then he works his way to my neck(which I love) I grab at his crotch and he has a fat piece, he tell me to follow him to the toilet. He gets up and leaves. I get up after him, and as I walk in he is pissing into the urinal. He looks surprised that I followed him, maybe I misheard him. He shakes the last few drops of piss from his dick, it's a nice size, and looks semi-erect. He gives me a look and then looks down at his cock. I squat down and start sucking, I can taste the few drops of beer that leak out of his slit onto my tongue, and swallow him down to the balls, he pushes my head into his groin so hard that he stumbles back a little when my weight leans forward, he pulls his cock out, the only thing connecting us is the thick string of spit from my lips to his dick. "Would you like to finish your drink and come to mine?" "Yes please" I answer. I wasnt exactly searching for sex on the first night, but hey, I was ready for it. "Do you have poppers?" "I can get some" We walk up the street and he runs into a bar called Schuene to get poppers. I wait outside, as the door swings back open I can see from a glance that the place is a lot sleazier that the bars Ive seen so far. What lay ahead? I wondered. We get back to his nice apartment, and strip off and kiss, I suck his cock some more, as it grows I realise exactly what I'm in for. Oh dear. He puts me in the doggy position, a position I've never been most comfortable being fucked in for some reason, always makes me feel like I need to pee, but I go with it. Luckily he applies lube first, then slowly pushes it in, which catches my breath. Prior to this I hadn't been fucked for a month or two. It slid in and stayed deep for a while until my ass adjusted to it's girth, then he begins to fuck. Before long my legs are over my head and he's drilling my stretched hole. No mention of a condom and I didn't even go to the Bull, so much for that barman's skewed sense of how sex works. I moan in pleasure, "Do you want poppers?" I had totally forgotten about the poppers, was having too much fun. I take a deep hit from the freshly opened bottle, woah these are strong. I feel the thumping of my heart rate increasing. He starts to drive down harder, I feel his balls slapping my ass. So hot! I grip his hips and pull him into me, and deep and hard as I can. He spins me over onto my stomach, slams his cock into me all the way, wraps one arm around my neck and opens the poppers. Holding them under my nose as he grinds away inside me. The strength of the poppers is making me foggy and I begin to fade. He slams harder and faster as I go limp, my hole finally gives away and takes his pounding with no resistance. He moans, groans, and grunts and shoots ones right up into my guts. I pass out with exhaustion and popper rush. I feel tingling in my legs and come to. He pushes his fingers up into my hole, and then his knuckles really working his cum up in there. I turn around and kiss him then squeeze the last few drops of cum from his cock into my mouth. We sleep, go for brunch the next day and exchange numbers... By the time I got back to my apartment it was nearly evening, which meant it was time to get ready for a night out on the town. I wanted to check out TOM's, so I get ready and head out at about 10PM. I enter the club, there is a bar to my right and coat check to my left, there are a handful of people sitting at the bar and one of two guys on the benches opposite. I perch myself on the barstool and grab a beer. One or two overly confident scantily dressed guys pace the bar area cruising for someone to take downstairs into the darkroom. Two Arabs sitting next to me at the bar strike up a conversation with me. They are both thin and approx early thirties. One guy takes a shine to me and tells me all about himself, I'm not too interested and try to look for some other dudes while being polite. He tells me his fetish is feet and guys stomping food and making him(as a slave) eat it from the sole of their shoe. "To each his own" I thought. It's a relatively safe fetish compared to some of the activities I've gotten up too. "Can I lick your feet please?" he asks me. "Aaah it's not really my thing, I'm more bottom" at this point I'm ready to check out another section of the bar. He keeps pleading with me to just try it, then his friend also asks. There is only so many times I can say no, so I tell him just a few minutes. His face lights up. "Ok let me take you to the dark rooms". The dark rooms in Tom's are, well, dark. A pitch black maze, with audible groans and slapping and rutting going on. This gets me hard immediately. I have no interest in the guy I'm with or the kink he's into, but my imagination is running wild with the thoughts of sex I could be having. He leads me into a seated area and I take a seat. He then squats down and grabs my right foot and takes a large lick of the sole of my boot. God only knows what I've been stepping in down here, this guy is doing something I simply couldn't. But he's really getting into it, I push my left foot against his crotch to feel a hard lump. He then pulls off my boot and smells inside, all the while pushing my other foot harder against his dick. He then presses my (white) socked foot against his face and breathes in deep, just like he is taking a hit of poppers. I start to get into it, and I'm becoming aroused. He opens up wide and swallows all of my toes, pushes on my heel to get my foot deep in his mouth and makes himself gag on my foot. The idea of wet socks for the rest of the night is loosing appeal to me. So I tell him to take them off, he does this with pleasure. I then get the most awesome tongue bath I've every had, never experienced this before but woah, it's a hot feeling. After drenching both my feet in his saliva, I'm feeling horny as fuck. So I grab his head and bury it in my crotch, grinding on his mouth and nose and just generally humping his face. Before things can get interesting, his friend finds him and complains he's bored. At this point both men start arguing in a very camp annoying way. "Fuck this" I think, I'm going to The Bull. The Bull is a 5 minute walk from TOM's, I buy a bottle of Rush from behind the bar and make my way down. I get there and it seems from the outside like a very nondescript bar. My heart starts to thump, it's a similar feeling to that I got before I entered my first gay bar in New York. How far I've come since those days, what a difference a year makes, huh? I build up the courage and enter the bar. It's a small bar, dive like, with different porn playing on each TV all bareback, all raunchy. I check my coat in and buy an energy drink. I've had enough beer and need my energy up. There was about 3 people at the bar, so I went straight ahead to the back room. It had an area where people slept, I later learned this bar stays open 24/7 so people can nap off the alcohol or whatever other chemicals were coursing through their veins. There was a fuck bench, a sling, and a benched area all around with guys sitting jerking off. I walk around the backroom advertising myself to those who look like tops. One older muscled guy see's me and calls me over, he is sitting down playing with his soft cock, fully nude. I stand in front of him and he pulls up my t-shirt and kisses my stomach. Then forces me down to his crotch and slowly positions my face in between his balls and inner thigh. I begin to kiss him. Then move to his balls, they are nicely scented low hangers, I swallow both and look up to see his face, he nods in approval then pushes his soft cock in with both balls, so his genitals are resting deep in my mouth. I fondle everything with my tongue, and feel his cock swelling, I then work his cock. He likes me swallowing it deep, which I love also. When I eventually come up for air I get a whack across the face, and he pushes my head back down on to his cock and thrusts like hell. His dick is still only semi-erect so it's easy to take down my throat, it feels nice as it's large but soft. I come up for air and met with another hard smack across the face. He speaks something in German, "Ich spreche kein deutsch" I tell him, "You like?" he asks in a deep manly voice. I nod "yes". He turns me around so I'm facing away from him, then bends me over. He pushes his semi-hard cock against my hole, I try to push out to allow him to enter me, it bends against my hole then eventually pops in. He begins to fuck his soft dick into me deep and rough. He is quite aggressive, I start to wonder if it's because of his lack of erection. His eyes seem a little spaced, I wouldn't be surprised if he had taken something. This seems like the kind of place, plus at this stage it's early morning, and all the freaks are out He pulls out and makes me suck him again. I do my very best to make him grow inside my mouth but it isn't happening. I feel two hands take me from behind as I'm working this soft cock. The person takes off all my clothes, then penetrates me with two fingers. The cock in my mouth is swelling again. He flips me around, and jams it in again, there is a large black guy in front of me wagging his cock. I swallow it down like a good boy. I try to concentrate on both giving good head and squeezing his friends cock with my hole. I get a few hard spankings from both guys as I do my thing. I take a huff from my bottle of rush. I start to realise the sleaziness of the situation, it drives me wild, I love being used, and think of the mentality of the tops using me. It turns me on further. The white guy pulls out and his cock is still only semi erect. He shoves my head down to take care of it. I then feel the black dude at my back door, his dick really hurts going in, I take another large hit, I feel his dick press against my bladder, it's uncomfortable. I'm taken away from the sitting soft German by the large black guy. He throws me in the sling. Then enters me slow. I take another hit, I feel pretty high. He grunts and groans as his dick slams against my insides. I feel like my inner organs are being shifted around, I really want him to stop but don't want to pussy out. "This is what you wanted" I tell myself, "This is why you came to Berlin, so take it!" As I'm being skewered by this big black man he sticks his fingers in my mouth and grips my jaw, like a handle, and fires off like he's about to cum. He cums, groans and collapses on top of me. He pats me on the face to indicate a job well down. As his dick leaves my holes I feel some of the cum seep out and down my back, between me and the sling. I reach under to feel some and smell it, it's a strong cummy smell. As the black guy leaves a filthy looking skinhead parks himself right at my hole at the base of the sling. He slaps my open hole with his fat cock, it's not as large as the black guys, which makes me happy, as I get a break. This guy looks fucked, jaw is gurning, glassy eyes, piercings on his face, tattoos, very sleazy, very hot. He has a large metal cock ring at the base of his cock and balls. He slides his dick in with ease. It makes me tingle, I take another hit of poppers. My heart thumps in sync with the loud dance music(I guess that's why they play it) without hesitation he penetrates me deep, pushes against my ass hard, I feel the metal ring enter me, it's so fucking hot. He fucks away, balls slapping, he's dripping sweat on me, this guy is high and loving being inside my ass, and I'm loving it too. He pulls me into him, and we make-out, he tongues me deep. He grips both hands around my throat and squeezes. I get tunnel vision, sound becomes distorted. I wake up in the sling. The skinhead is fucking me like crazy whilst pushing down hard on my stomach, I feel the stinging pain that I have to pee. He's trying to get me to piss myself. But I simply can't. I ask him to stop, he does. "Would you like to go to my apartment?" he asks me in a strong German accent. I accept the invite. I pick up my clothes from the dirty floor, and get dressed, we head out into the daylight, it's blinding, the skinhead is dressed entirely in leather, he looks like a comic book character. I'm very turned on. He brings me back to his place. The more I'm with him, the more I notice how incredibly high he is. We get back to his and I strip off, he throws me on his couch and pushes my legs behind my head. He enters me dry, no lube, no prep. Slowly pushing himself deeper into me until it reached the cold metal of his cock ring. After some fucking, he takes his dick out, and presses both of his large smooth balls against my hole, he tries sitting down so they will go in. I push out hard to open my hole, some more of the black guy's cum pours out "Oh yaaah geile!" his balls slide into my ass. The feeling is incredible, it brings me directly back to new york during the meth binge. Only I'm not on meth, and I don't want to be either, I've achieve that level of horniness without the use of drugs. He fucks me for an hour or so more, as deep and as hard as possible, my hole has totally submitted it just craves cock hard fast deep. We both collapse on the couch in a sweaty pile. "Did you cum?" I ask, expecting the answer to be no on the count of the drugs. He smiles, "Three times". Hell yeah. Just what I needed to hear. I'm tingling and exhausted, I fall asleep for a few hours and wake up covered by a blanket with him sitting next to me watching TV. What a nice dude, for such a sleaze ball(like myself lol) He gives me his PlanetRomeo handle and I get stepping, it's a surprisingly short walk back to my apartment, I'm spent. I get into the shower and push out a healthy load of cum. I'm on cloud 9, I've decided I need to be here. This was a nice introduction to The Bull but the best was yet to come. "Ich liebe Berlin!"

Part 4 Benji and Tyler were face to face as he was bred by Kyle. Tyler leaned closer so that the two twinks could kiss. Tyler broke the kiss to say, “Kyle filled you with his cum. How did it feel?” Benji replied, “Yeah, he did cum inside me. It feels amazing.” As Kyle continued to work his cock in his hole while Benji worked his ass trying to milk more of Kyle’s cum for his semi hard cock remembering to say, “Thank you for your cum, thank you for your gift.” As both twins pulled out of their respective bottom, Kyle said to his twin, “Bro, you’ve got to tap this ass. His ass is so hungry that it milked my cock through the entire fuck.” The two twinks looked at each other, both now empty and in need of more cock. As Tyler lit the torch and began heating the pipe he said, “Let’s take a couple hits then we can each search for our next cock.” Tyler’s main responsible responsibility for the moment wasn’t get fucked, although he was in need of a cock filing his ass. He was doing exactly what David and John wanted, letting Benji blowing clouds. They passed the pipe back and forth between them each taking 4 hits before they were interrupted by this 50’ish, very fit and in shape daddy type. He headed directly for Benji. He introduced himself, “You must be Benji. David had told me so much about you. My name is Arthur.” Arthur pulled the high twink in for a hug that quickly became a kiss as Arthur’s semi hard cock rested against Benji’s groin. Once they stopped kissing Benji noticed that Tyler had walked away, most likely in search of me cock. Benji noticed the semi hard cock at his waist and instinctively wrapped his hand around the man’s rod. Enjoying the teens hand on his fuck stick he asked the tweaking twink, “You like that cock? I bet you’d like it inside your ass.” Benji could only nod in agreement as Arthur pushed him down to his knees telling him, “if you want my fuck stick inside you ass then you better get me hard.” Benji now had Arthur’s cock right at his lips. Without any hesitation he opened his mouth and took in as much of his cock as he could. What he had was a semi hard cock that was probably 7.5”, what he didn’t know was that Arthur’s cock was going to grow to is full 10.5” right down his throat. As the semi hard fuck stick reached the back of his throat, Benji knew that he was going to have to take it into his throat of he was going to do a good job of giving Arthur a good blow job. Arthur pulled back, told his cock sucker, “Take a deep breath in when I start to push back into you mouth.” He then grabbed Benji’s head between his two hands, and pushed his cock back into the kid’s mouth asking, “Are you ready to deep throat my cock?” Arthur didn’t really care for an answer from Benji, his cock was going into the teen's throat. As Arthur pushed his cock deeper in Benji’s mouth, he took in a deep breath and when the cock got to the entrance of his throat Arthur kept a steady force as the cock slid early into Benji’s throat. As the growing rod entered his throat all that was heard was a “OOMPH” from his plugged up throat. Benji’s eyes speed to almost pop out of his skull as he was slightly startled at the length of the cock he was teaching then his throat. Thinking he had taken it all in, he was surprised to hear Arthur say, “Almost there Benji my boy, about another inch or so”, as he felt the cock go deeper as he felt his nose nestle into the hair able his growing cock. Arthur slightly rocked his hips to get a little movement instructing the twink whose head was impaled on his hardening fuck stick asking him, “Swallow boy, just swallow my cock.” Benji attempted get comply with the instructions he was given and on the third try he got his throat to move on Arthur’s cock. Knowing the boy was going to need air he pulled back just enough allowing Benji to exhale and fill his lungs with fresh air before pushing all the way back in the teen’s throat. This time he was prepared as his nose quickly met Arthur’s pubic hair. This time Benji needed no instruction as he got to working his throat on the cock lodged in his throat. As he massaged it with his throat muscle he could feel out growing longer down his throat. Thankfully Arthur didn’t have the girth of the cock that had fucked him so far that night. Arthur was in heaven as he felt his pre cum dripping directly from his cock into his cock sucker's stomach as his cock reached it’s full length and hardness. He looked down at the teen with a big smile and said, “God damn boy, you took all 10 plus inches and didn’t gag. You ready to get fucked deep, really deep?” With the 10.5” cock still lodged in his throat, Benji did his best to nod ‘Yes’ as he began to find the net to breath. Slowly Arthur pulled his hard, dripping cock from Benji’s throat. Barely giving him anytime to catch his breath he pulled his soon to be fuck hole up to his feet, spun him around and pushed him face down on a table in front of the twink. Without wasting a second he quickly lined his cock up with Benji's hole balls deep in one thrust. Benji had no time to be prepared for the deep penetration as n Arthur held steady, grinding his dick into the newbie bottom before pulling back and thrusting back in deep again. Benji though being fucked by a thick cock was something, the depth Arthur was going for surprised him. Benji would moan with each deep thrust, each moan was a mixture of pressure and pain. As the two fucked they were joined by Sam who said, “Fuck that ass Arthur, fuck it deep! Sam was one of the local dealers and, at David’s suggestion, brought over a well packed pipe for Benji to smoke. He looked down at Benji and said, “You like life you could need to blue role clouds.” Benji looked up at the new figure week joined them as he introduced himself, “I’m Sam. I’m the guy who can get you what you want, Tina, GHB, MDMA, you name it. I saw Arthur slam his long cock inside you and knew you be needing to smoke.” Sam pulled out a well packed pipe as Benji carefully propped up on his elbows, carefully to keep Arthur’s cock inside him and allowing him to smoke. Sam hated the bowl telling Benji, “I think it’ll be easier if I shotgun this to you.” He then took a big hit then lend didn’t playing his lips on nthe teen’s lips feeding him the drug. Sam kept his mouth on Benji's turning the shotgun into a kiss. The kiss has Benji holding his breath allowing more of the drug to get into his body. Arthur could feel the effects of this long is as the twink’s up more began to vibrate. When the kiss broke Benji blew out a massive white cloud while Sam prepared to take another hit. With the cock working his ass Benji began to milk Arthur’s cock trying to get him to cum. Sam asked, “Can I fuck you next?” before he fed Benji another hit and then another before Arthur stared to pick up his pace. Benji continued to work his ass as Sam kept feeding him now meth. When Arthur’s breathing began to change and Benji could feel his cock get harder he began to ask, “Fuck that cum into me. Give me your baby juice. Breed me.” Arthur slammed in one more time and filled the teen with his poz load. This was the fifth load he’d deposited in one of the bottoms at the party, so it wasn’t that big, but all decent. He worked his cock his a little while after trying to work what cum was still inside into the walls of his ass.

Yes, you understand bottoms and know what we need. We need cock in us. Our cocks do not matter.

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

A friend from school invited me to sleep over at his house sophomore year in high school. Naturally, during the course of the evening conversations turned to sex and he bluntly said he wanted to f*ck me. LOL! I really liked him, so of course the game was on. He pulled out a bottle of Keri Lotion, greased up and slid it inside me. OMG most intense sensations I had ever felt. We had several sleep overs after that. He seemed to really know what he was doing, but I never found out if it was his first time or not. Definitely was my first time with anal and it was fantastic. BTW: First post for me. This is a great forum to relate and learn. YAY! :-)

After I'd cum, I was overcome with shame and disgust at what I'd done, and quickly showered and left. Bill grinned at me from behind the desk and said "see you soon, you dirty fucker!" but I vowed never to retun. For the next couple of weeks I was anxious waiting for the flu to hit or for some other symptoms to show. But nothing happened and and eventually I went for a test which came back negative. My relief was also mixed with a sense of disappointment. I thought about this and realised that I was a whore after all, and becoming pregnant from some filthy old man was the ultimate turn-on. I tried to resist it, but the need was in me now, like I was possessed or something, and I couldn't stop thinking about it. Eventually, I gave in and found myself back at the sauna, handing my money to Bill as he winked at me. "Knew you'd be back," He said. " Carrying someone's baby yet?" I shook my head and he raised an eyebrow. "Is that what you want?" I blushed and gave a brief nod and he slapped my shoulder. "Knew you were a dirty sod!" He said. "We've a few more in today - couple of guys I 'ain't seen for a while 'cos they've been sick. They don't take meds so their immune system is fucked." He watched as my eyes widened with shock which was what he intended. He held out a locker-key and said "So, do you still want it, mate?" I paused, aware of the blood pounding in my ears. This was it. Decision time. I breathed deeply and took the key, heading to the lockers with his laughter behind me. I undressed, showered and went upstairs. To my surprise, it was very dark and I had to feel ahead of myself to stop banging into a wall. I found out later this was Bill's idea - to turn off the lights so you couldn't see anyone, only feel anonymous naked bodies and stiff cocks with no idea what their owners looked like or how disgusting their bodies might be. I turned a corner and passed a cubicle based on the gap in the wall my hands encountered. As I started to pass it, someone touched me. I jumped and then stood still, allowing the hand to slide over my thigh and squeeze my stiffening cock. Another hand emerged from the darkness and began to probe my hole. "Nice!" The voice was a harsh, dry whisper and another voice gave a low chuckle of appreciation. I shivered with fear and lust, not knowing what to do. "Come inside!" Whispered the voice and strong, boney fingers grabbed my wrist and started to pull me into the black cubicle. I almost resisted, but something in me responded to their touch, and I allowed them to pull me inside. Instantly, a thin, boney body was pressed against me and lips crushed to mine. I moaned as the tongue entered my mouth and couldn't help putting my arms around him. His body was thin without an ounce of fat. Then someone else got behind me and I felt a surprisingly large and stiff cock pressed against my bottom. "Mmm, fresh meat!" Said the man behind me, and I realised this must be the couple who weren't on meds. I felt the hairs rise on my neck and the fear, but the lips stayed crushed to mine, the tongue slithering disgustingly in my mouth. Then the cubicle was filled with the smell of poppers and a bottle was pushed against my nose. "Breathe deep, darling." Said the man as he released my lips. I had no choice and took a deep lungful, feeling my body mellt and my head swim. A thick finger covered in lube ploughed up me from behind and I gasped with shock. He began to move it slowly in and out and I began to moan with pleasure. " That's it, open up for daddy" The voice behind me was croaky and I reached back to feel skinny legs and a bulging belly above his enormous cock. I groaned in surrender as the poppers were thrust at me again and suddenly a hand pushed my shoulders forward and down and the huge cock began to slide into me. I cried out with pain and pleasure as he slid it home until his paunch was pressed agianst my buttocks. "Shhh!" whispered the man in front of me "Let him in, there's a good boy" I could only sob with surrender as he began to fuck me, and gratefully took the other man's cock in my mouth and steadied myself on his thighs against the brutal thrusts. "That's it, matey. Let old Harold fuck your sweet arse! You're gonna get what you want, don't worry. Open your hole for him." I gasped, but reached back to pull my buttocks apart so the big cock could get in deep. Harold grunted with pleasure as his movements became more jerky in my hole. "Oh yeah, gonna give you a baby you little slut!" Then he gasped and grunted like a pig, forcing himself into me and I felt his cock throbbing as he spurted. "Oh, you dirty bastard! It's in you now!" Said the man in front of me. "Don't fight it!" I groaned and crouched there, accepting the cock spurting toxic cum into me as the man stroked my head tenderly. At last, the enormous cock slid out and I felt the wetness around my anus. "Your turn, Peter." They turned me round and Peter slide his cock into me as Harold pushed my head down to clean his cock. Suddenly, I had a clear image of myself sandwiched between their diseased bodies and the tears splashed from my eyes at my depravity even as I pushed back and squeezed my hole around the thrusting cock, eager to milk more poz cum from him and get myself knocked up.

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

Part 27 　 I had no idea what Hank was talking about, but I didn't care at this point. I was fucking his ass and it felt incredible. I know he had been fucked before, and probably many times, but his hole was still tighter and silkier than any pussy I had ever had. I could feel his hole gripping my cock on every stroke. I knew it was not going to be long. I could feel the thrill of cum starting deep within my balls. I started to feel the build up and yelled, "I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum! Going to fill your ass full of my hot cum!" He yelled, "yeah, boy, do it! Get rid of the last of your pure cum in me!" Then I felt it, the surge of my cum flowing up out of my balls and then up the shaft of my cock and spraying his insides, throbbing harder than I ever remember. It was fantastic and I thought I would never stop spewing it out. Finally it stopped and I collapsed on him. Both of us breathing hard. Then he was whispering to me, "Damn, boy, that was so good. Didn't I tell you how good cumming deep in an ass was? The best feeling there is. I want to show you, now and seed your hole like you did mine and show you what you have been missing." I was in total bliss as we lay there kissing and catching our breath. I was looking him in the eyes as he said that. I hesitated for a few seconds and then nodded. I couldn't speak or I might have said no and I wanted, at this point, to feel what he was talking about. He did not give me any time to change my mind. Hank rolled us over so I was on my back and he climbed on top of me. He was kissing me deeply and then lifted my legs up and put them over his shoulders. I was almost upside down. He did not break our kiss and I felt his hand at my hole and then his fingers entered me in one hard rough thrust. He twisted them around as he ground his lips against mine, stifling any sound I could make, and I felt his fingers ramming in and out of my hole. Then he leaned back a little and as his fingers drove in and out of me a few more times, I almost screamed as I felt his fingernails drag hard on the out stroke. It was painful as hell and the last time, I started to definitely yell, when his lips dropped onto mine stifling it and cutting me off as his fingers roughly were pulled out of my ass. It felt like he had drug my whole insides out with them. Then with hardly any time between, I felt his cock at my hole and it was driving into me. He didn't even go slow, but drove it deep into me in one hard plowing thrust. It was too much, too fast, and I gasped and froze in place. I was pinned down in this position and could do nothing but clamp my ass and groan. He let his lips come away from me then and whispered, again, "sorry about the speed and force, but I didn't want to take a chance you would change your mind. Now, your ass is going to be mine." As he said that, he started to fuck me hard, no, he started to assault my hole hard. He went from 0 to 100 in nothing flat. He was driving into me with such force I could not get a breath. He soon had me about as upside down as I could be, with my ass pointed straight up and he was basically pile driving my ass with my own cock pointed right in my face. His hands were on my shoulders, pressing down and I could not move. The pain was fading though to be replaced by pleasure. I was gasping now. He said quietly, "yeah, boy, your hole is like velvet. I love a hardly used hole. I am going to plant my seed so deep in you you will be converted for sure tonight. My HOT seed will change you forever. You will remember this night all the rest of your life." His onslaught kept on and on and soon the pleasure turned to ecstacy and I could not think of anything else but that piston driving in and out of me. He kept up a steady talk, most of which I didnt understand and the way I was feeling I didn't care about. He was saying, "your ass is so good. Gonna breed you and make you pregnant with my fertile seed. You will be one of us now." He kept this up, over and over, and I found myself almost yelling, "give it to me! fuck me! fuck me! fuck me! Blow your hot cum in me! I need it so bad! OMG, it is fantastic!" He kept it up for a good, I am sure, 20 minutes or more. Then he was saying something quietly and I almost couldn't hear it, "your hole is so good. I can feel it starting to pull the cum out of me. It is going to blow soon. You are going to get every drop of my toxic load in you. I can tell this will be a big load and I am going to grind into the walls of your ass so it takes hold." Another 5 or 6 minutes later and he looked me in the eyes telling me, "look into my eyes deep. I want to see how much you love this when I charge you up with my 'viral? load. I wasn't understanding, but I wanted him to fill me, I needed it so bad now. Then his movements started to become jerky and I knew he was ready to cum. All at once, he drove into me one last time, hard and grinding and yelled, "I'm cumming now. Giving you my hot hot hot AIDS cum now!" Before I had time to actually digest what he had said, I felt his cock throbbing in me and his cum spraying my insides. My own cock started to spray at the same time and being right over my face, I without realizing it, opened my mouth and took my load down my own throat. Hank ground and ground into me and I didn't think either of us was going to stop cumming. Then it was over and as I was coming down from that high, it hit me what he had said. My eyes popped wide open and I was stunned speechless. Did he say what I thought he had said? He was looking me right in the eyes as that dawned on me. He kind of nodded and said, "you heard what I said didn't you? Now you really know what a conversion party is. You are going to convert all right, to having HIV. I could only lay there shocked beyond belief at what I had let happen. Before I could get my mind wrapped around that, Hank was slowly fucking my ass again as his cock was still hard. I could not move. I was frozen in place as he again, started a good pace and he said, "you are so hot, I will not last any time at all this time." With that he drove into me one last time hard and I could feel his cock throb again as he unloaded another load of his HIV cum into me. It hit me then and I found myself sobbing. What the hell had I done? What do I do now? Hank rolled us to our sides and held me close trying to soothe me, kissing my tears away and crooning softly to me, "you will be ok. I think I love you and want you with me forever." I had no answer as my mind was completely blank and then I fell asleep in his arms.

Oh, I do. I've ejaculated in my pants on occasion when I'm sucking a man's dick and he gets rough and takes control like that. It's my own feelings of powerlessness and emasculation that overwhelm me when it happens, and next thing you know I'm shooting hands free like a horny teenager who just discovered his dad's stack of skin mags in the garage. Years ago, when I lived in the SF bay area, I hooked up with this guy who wanted me to suck him off in his office after work. He was a married executive, and had a photo of his wife and two teenaged sons on his desk. I have a big fetish for men in suits and ties, and this guy was in his late 40s, a big bruiser stud in pinstripes. When I saw him, I immediately got that twin jolt in my lower gut- you know the one- that combined jolt of sexual excitement and intimidation bordering on fear. He takes me into his office and shuts the door. I get down on my knees and get to work on him. So far so good. He didn't have a giant porn star-sized tool, but he knew how to swing what he had. And he starts getting rough with me, grabbing my head, pushing me back against the office wall and forcing his cock into me until he was balls deep. He held me like that in a vice grip (he had big hands and was STRONG) and pumped his hips, fucking my head like I was a fleshlight with a pulse. He was breathing hard. I don't know when he started with the verbal abuse, but I became aware he was hurling every insult at me imaginable (and a few I'd never imagined, as well). I was "a lowly fag", a "dick slurping fairy", a "dirty cocksucking pervert" who my dad should have taken out in the woods and put down when he found out I wasn't growing up normal. He said he was glad his sons liked pussy, because if he found out either one was a "sperm-burping queer", he'd do what my father should have done to me, and without a moment's hesitation. After about 5 minutes of this rough skull fuck, he suddenly stiffens and thrusts in me deep, and cums HARD in my mouth. I'm struggling to breathe, trying to swallow his load and not gag or pass out- and suddenly this wild feeling comes over me, and next thing I know I'm exploding in orgasm, hands free. Just like that, BAM, I'm cumming in my pants. Now, I'm wearing a light wool tan suit, an expensive one, and I went commando that day. So you can imagine what happened. The head of my penis was pressed tight against the fabric of my trousers, and my crotch was SOAKED with my jizz. A big dark wet stain. When my executive stud let go of me, I got to my feet, a little unsteady, and he looked down at my wet crotch and laughed cruelly. "I guess I don't have to ask if you liked it". He let out of his office and slammed the door behind me. I walked out of the building, down to the BART station and took the train across the bay, got my car and drove home, with that big wet cum stain on display the whole time. When I got home, I stood before my full length mirror, assessing the damage. It wasn't just the semen stain on my trousers, I looked like I'd been rode hard and put up wet. I stank of his sex. Thirty seconds later I've got my dick in my hand, and I'm jizzing all over my mirror, thinking of his deep, angry growl of a voice, those big strong paws of his, the taste of his wad. Yeah, I liked it.

No offense to any of the other writers on here but "Medical Student Tales" is the only story that got me to cum without touching my cock. What does this mean for me? If I met a full blown guy, I'd let him fuck me!

Joey's Choice The first thing Duncan heard going down to the showers was Jeremy yelling, "What y'all's problem?" then scuffling, and Joey yelling back, "You're my fuckin' problem!" then more scuffling. Duncan burst in the locker room to see the two young men, naked, rolling around on the shower floor swinging at each other. Joey landed a blow to Jeremy's head and Jeremy was about to return the punch when Duncan interceded. "Alright, break it up, break, it, up." Joey was seething, fists clenched and ready. Both boys squaring off. Jeremy wasn't backing down, but clearly didn't understand what Joey was upset about. He rubbed his ear. "What is this?" Duncan demanded. The rest of the boys were drying off and trying to get out of there as unnoticed as possible. "This southern cracker knew I wasn't ready. I didn't even have my helmet on and hit me anyway." "I thought New Yorkers could man up," Jeremy spat. "Guess y'all are just fast talking pussies." This set Joey off a second time. He tried climbing over Duncan to get at his adversary. "Settle down now," shouted Duncan with Joey hanging on his shoulder. He smacked Joey's wet ass and set him down. "Get dressed, both of you." He was all wet from their clash, especially where Joey had climbed on him. He would forego the shower and opt for dry jeans and a tank. The rest of the boys had filed out; tension dispersed somewhat when it was just the three of them. Duncan broke the silence. "If I had a dollar for every blow I ever got when I wasn't ready, I'd be, well, I'd have a dollar." He laughed thinking he was funny. The boys didn't. "Jeremy, go on now and apologize." You didn't buck Duncan's orders or your life would be a living hell. "Sorry, buddy. I was just playin'." Jeremy, a buff, five-eleven, former high school tight end with too many teeth, smiled shark-like, and held out his large paw to Joey. Joey slapped the hand away. "Screw you, cracker barrel," he said putting on a New York Dolls t-shirt, then bent to tie his sneaker. "That's enough! Jeremy, thank you for being a gentleman. You may leave us. You, Mr. Corelli, a word." With that, Jeremy strutted to the door. Before leaving and out of Duncan's sight, he looked at Joey and made a flicking motion—a flea off his large shoulder. Joey stiffened. "The friggin' redneck sucker punched me." He looked straight ahead, avoiding Duncan's gaze. Duncan smacked the back of Joey's head, not hard, almost affectionately. "What's a matter for you?" he mocked. "Nothing's the matter with me. This place is the matter with me. Pretty boys and a hell of a lot of swishes, like Jeremy hiding under his redneck jock act. Right before class he thought it'd be okay to grab my ass. Front of everyone. I know Carson saw it, Kennedy probably too. I grab ass, nobody grabs my ass," he protested feebly. Duncan studied him. Angry New Yorker, yes, but covering a very sensitive talent, talent they would unearth here if he let them. One private note in his file stood out to Duncan. At fifteen he wrote to the Chinese government asking for Mao's Little Red Book. The FBI showed up at his parent's door asking if they knew about their son's request. Apparently they were rich New Yorkers in a communist cell, horrified that they'd been noticed by the government through their son's shenanigans. He had trouble with his parents ever since. Notes on him were he went through several high school phases very briskly: punk, Goth, Queer, serial killer; he landed on anarchist. Pierced eyebrow and tongue. He wore a permanent scowl and mostly black. He had a beautiful body, cheek bones that could cut glass, a long Roman nose, thin, gangling arms, a perfect black bush, just a sampling of hair beginning to grow around his nipples, an bit above average dick, and a very low hanging set of balls. They didn't get more perfect than this, Duncan thought. "If I had a dollar for every time I got grabbed, well, I'd have what I have right now in me bank." Duncan clipped Joey's chin and got a half smile out of the boy. "Being talented, being famous, everyone's gonna want to grab yer ass. Me included." He finished buttoning up his jeans. "C'mon, I'll buy you a pint. How old did you say you are?" "Nineteen," replied the young man, looking a little nervous and more than a little honored Duncan wanted to spend time with him. "Well, you look twenty-one. I know a place that's pretty loose on carding a pretty face." Joey scoffed out loud, not liking to be thought of as pretty. He fought against smiling and managed a neutral frown. He toed on his flip-flops, waited at the door looking impatiently at Duncan. Duncan finished lacing up his leather boot, slipped a black hanky in his back pocket, left side, and escorted Joey out the door. *** Like an extra-long piece of shit, I finally felt Mr. X's softening cock slither slowly out of my colon. I lay perfectly motionless, feeling every millimeter of his exit, each drop of sperm clinging to my wall, each bar on his shaft bumping over and out my sphincter. At the end I was empty, oozing copious amounts of cum and piss. I clung to him, put his hand in my mouth and sucked his fingers, but I could tell he was drawing away. All the traits of post-coital maneuvering to disengage. “Time for you to rest. Other things to be exposed to, take you another notch down. Things others will expect of you. Not all pleasant but not all tonight. For now you need some quiet.” “I don’t want to go home,” I pleaded. “Far from it. There's more I want you to explore. One thing I want you to see in a little bit. I'll arrange. First Riggs and I need to do paperwork and you need rest. Afterwards, Riggs and I will put on a little show for you. You like a show? But to show I want you to lie still for a while. You’ll know when we end, at least tonight you will. Then you'll have a big decision. If you want to come to Bar X and spend a couple nights with me as your Master and some others good teacher. Or you pass on chance of a lifetime.” With that he climbed over me. His butt close to my face, I raised my head to show him proper respect and lick his hairs that dangled from his asshole. I only had a scant tasted of his moist, dirty hole. He pushed my head away, saying it was too soon for that. "You lie here, watch." He pointed to a screen that Riggs had been busy setting up. Riggs flipped on the monitor that hung above the pegboard. On the screen a lithe, dark haired young man was being tied up. The guy tying him up was in an executioner mask, had long red hair tied in back and red sideburns that ended in points. They both looked familiar. The man in the mask had a tremendous body, big thighs, thick neck, bulging biceps and an enormous chest. The young man being tied up had a hood placed swiftly over his head but I noticed a pierced eyebrow like one of my classmates had. Heavy black hair in his armpits, an even heavy dark bush above a cock that was growing by the second. He was pulled up to the ceiling and swung there helpless. The red haired man stood next to him, stroking his body, fondling it lovingly, whispering in his ear. "Is from last night, my place. My place is always interesting, yes?" Mr. X squatted next to me tossing a huge dildo, the head the size of my fist, the length of my forearm. It splashed in the muck puddled next to me. "Fuck yourself till I get back. Don't try for whole thing. Just watch video. All the things you see, you will do. Eventually. I want you to think of them with pleasure. Duncan is a great teacher of pain and pleasure. This Joey now knows," he laughed and slapped my butt. "We will teach you like we teach Joey." "Yes, Sir," I said in disbelief. Joey was difficult but pretty innocent for all his posturing. Was that really him with Duncan last night. Even still druggy this blew my mind. "Riggs, throw him poppers. He's got homework." Mr. X scooped up a handful of grease and stuck it up my shit chute. "Be pig. Show me how you want your hole and I show you example of how it will be." Like a gauntlet thrown down, I flipped onto my knees and settled the dildo at the edge of the mattress. I poised myself on the mattress edge and squatted on it, all the while looking at Mr. X. In one "oof" I got the cockhead inside. Mr. X took my shoulders and lay me down on my side. "Very good. Riggs said you are quick learner. Now watch movie. If you get excited, take in more monster cock." Riggs, by the door, said, "Mr. X, I do believe you've found a true pig." "You should see what this boy Joey took last night," Mr. X said closing the door. "Pretty astonishing, even I say," his voice disappearing up the stairs. *** Duncan draped his arm around Joey as they walked into Bar X. It seemed like Duncan knew everyone or at least they wanted to know him. Mr. X, who owned the place, took their gym bags and set them behind the bar. In a few moments he brought them back two large ales. Joey sipped his but recoiled from the dark beer's taste. Duncan said he'd get used to it. If they ever went to Scotland he'd buy him a real pint, not this swill. "It's not even alcoholic. Can't while I'm training, nor should you either." Joey drank but wasn't liking the taste. Still, he was with Duncan, and Duncan gave him sudden burst of physical attention that he lapped up. Stuck close to him with his arm over his shoulder, slapping his back when he introduced him around. Joey glowed with happiness with each sip he took. In fact, halfway through the ale he couldn't remember a time when he was ever happier. The bar started to fill the moment they went in. "This is the first leather bar I've been in," Joey called above the din. Duncan, smiled, and pulled his and Joey's head together. "Get the fuck out, lad! I took you for a leather cub or an otter." Joey shook his head, smirking. "You ready for a lager? Mr. X!," Duncan called out, "my young friend here, of proper drinking age, is ready for another." The crowd was raucous. Lots of leather everywhere. Caps, cops, chains, bare-chested muscle-roids, overweight bear types, biker daddies, a few collared men with leashes. No one compared, though, to Duncan. He'd taken the band off his ponytail and let his long, burnished hair release. Joey was proud to be with him. He wasn't costumed, just simply a tremendous hulk of a man, arms busting out of a wife-beater wearing tight scruffy jeans. Joey spotted it in a second. A black kerchief sticking out of his back left pocket. Mr. X burst upon them. Joey looked around in a flash of panic. "Boy, you see ghost?" asked Mr. X handing them new drinks. Joey frowned. Mr. X was a sketchy looking character. But then who else would be running a bar like this? "Drink slow, cowboys. Happy hour is till seven. If you need more quiet you can always use room upstairs, or feeling adventurous?" He grabbed Joey's angular chin. "A VIP like Duncan, always welcome in the dungeon." Duncan laid down some bills. "No," said Mr. X, "we take it out in trade." The missing teeth in Mr. X's smile startled Joey. Growing up in New York, he'd always been around, if not directly, then in the circus that was New York street life, the Felliniesque characters that color the city—starting with his parent's friends: the symphonic conductor with trite wild hair; his outrageously large soprano wife; his godfather who lost an arm in Vietnam and his legs to diabetes; the ancient Duchess that was rumored to be his maternal grandmother's lover; the skeletal man that was always the last to leave his parent's meetings who had something on his father. Mr. X would fit right in. As soon as he left, Joey felt more at ease, not only because he forgot about his parents, but more importantly, he was alone in a crowded, smoky, stale-beer-smelling bar, the best place on earth, ever! He took a long swig, finishing a third of it. Flagging black, he hadn't forgotten. The Brooklyn commie socialite parent's anarchist boy knew his colors. S&M. Hard core. Left: seeking. He tossed back another full swig. As the bar grew even more packed he felt himself starting to drown between the pressed bodies. "I should go," he suggested, steadying himself. Duncan wrapped on arm over Joey's shoulder, drawing him in. Joey felt the large man's strength and his warmth. The heat drew out his innate coldness and was on the verge of melting it. Duncan bent over and pressed his lips against Joey's lips. His heart jumped. This couldn't be happening. He'd always found his fight instructor was jacking material, but now, actually pressed to Duncan's lips there was nothing to do but reciprocate. It wasn't a tentative kiss. It was passionate, declarative, still with still attached to tenderness. Their kiss lasted minutes, long enough to cause others to notice. "Get a room!" someone close by shouted. "Should we?" Duncan suggested. "Here?" Joey asked, feeling a flux of feelings. Anxiousness but oddly relaxed, horny, frightened, light-headed, incredibly turned on by Duncan. His touch, his smell, the arms he was permitted to touch, the waist he held onto, the butt he grabbed, the kerchief. "Mr. X's building. His rules." Duncan stated, starting to usher Joey to the stairs. "Maybe later we'll explore the dungeon." Joey stopped before the first step. "Kidding," added Duncan, clownishly. They started walking up. "Not really, though. But only if you insist." Duncan was playing with him. They stop-started all the way up the stairs. "I'm kidding. No, not really. A joke. Not." By the time they reach to top of the stairs, Joey felt like he was about to pass out. His mind was confused. Knowing he wasn't drunk, yet getting fuzzy on how he got here. He clung heavily to Duncan. A knee collapse and he lurched falling sideways. Duncan was able to catch him and brought him up in his arms. "Oh, baby," he said, truly concerned. "Don't pass out." Duncan knock on a few doors till he found one that wasn't occupied. He carried Joey only half conscious into the seedy room. There was a single bed near the window, a yellowed window shade pulled down, flapping mildly in the hot breeze. Duncan switched on a lamp next to the bed and set Joey down. Threw drooping eyes Joey scanned around at the ripped flowered wallpaper, the empty closet with a few dangling wire hangers, the fading light outside. Duncan laid with him on the bed, looking into the boys face. "Love, you knocked it back so fast I couldn't stop you." "I'm okay," said Joey straining to sit up. "Stop what?" "No, we'll just lie right here. You're okay. You are a beautiful, beautiful boy. I want you." Duncan sat up, stripped off his top and tossed it over the metal headboard. Joey reached up to feel the chest he'd been longing to caress. He ran his fingers over the mass of muscle. Duncan looked down grinning as he flex each plate for Joey to enjoy. He bent close, telling him, "You are the most beautiful boy I've ever seen. I've want you from the first day in class." Joey pushed himself up to kiss Duncan. Duncan was open and engulfed the boy's mouth with a long, luscious kiss. He slipped off Joey's shirt then his shorts. He lay the boy back down and ran a hand up and down his entire torso, playing for a long time in Joey's bush, before finally wrapping a hand around Joey's long cock. Joey's erection bounced in Duncan's hand. He ground his crotch against Duncan sandpaper jeans, clutched his broad back, put a hand through Duncan's tight waistband feeling for his butt. Duncan unbuttoned his pants. He got up off the bed only for a second to slip out of his jeans. He pulled off his underwear. Joey motioned for them. He handed them over to him and Joey took a long, happy inhalation of the crotch. Duncan laughed and tossed them on the floor and climbed on top of Joey kneeing his legs apart. Both writhed feeling each other's skin on skin. Joey clutched Duncan's triceps and biceps, kissing, biting and sucking on his ripped shoulder. Duncan ran his hand between Joey's legs, wetting a finger, then feeling for the boy's hole. Duncan drew himself lower on the boy's torso, licking his nipples, tonguing his belly button, sniffing the musk of the boy's black bush, wetting his finger again to tease the boy's hole. Finally finding Joey's cock, he ran his mouth and tongue over the entire long and slender piece, sucking the head, tonguing down the shaft, sucking the boy's heavy hanging balls, and, then briskly, lifting the boy's legs in the air to reveal Joey's hairy hole. Duncan bathed it in saliva erupting moans from Joey. He pushed his tongue in the chute, followed by a single finger. He probed him while Joey pushed out and gaped his hole for Duncan. Duncan took the invitation and drove deep into Joey's anus. The boy had definitely been working his hole at home. A bit of red showed without effort when Joey pushed. Duncan lathered it and pulled it apart with fingers from each hand. Pleased with how far it could easily open, how ready it was for him right then, he reached up the nightstand, felt around. Condom, lube, poppers—there were always lots of left overs laying around. He drew out a half-empty bottle of lube, held the condoms for a second. "Rubbers?" he asked Joey. "I'm neg," the boy responded. "Not me. So for you, baby, to stay that way—" Duncan opened a packet. "Let me put in on you," Joey said. He knelt beside the bed, kneeling before his idol, directly in front of Duncan's cock. Duncan pulled the boys head onto it. Joey sucked on his member, getting it fully erect, loving Duncan's taste and smell. He played with his ball and ran an arm through the crack of Duncan's butt. Joey was very good at deep throating and eagerly swallowed Duncan down to his pubes. Duncan pressed Joey's head against his groin and waited for Joey to choke. He didn't. "Aw, fuck boy! Where have you been?" Duncan rocked his cock repeatedly in and out of Joey's soft mouth. He let Joey bob on my member, felt Joey trace his tongue under his balls back to his cock, then held the boy's head while he skull fucked him with increasing severity. "Christ, Jesus! You're gonna have me blow already." He released Joey, wild eyed. "I want to fuck you so bad. Finish sheathing me." Joey rolled on the rubber, then rapidly scuttled on all fours back to facing the metal headboard. He felt cold lube dribble down his crack, some being pushed into his hole. Then he felt Duncan stiff girth entering him. First in slow jabs, only the tip entering then a slow back and forth insertion, each time penetrating him just a little deeper. "How's that baby, feel good?" Duncan asked in back of him. He moaned a yes. "Let me know if it's too much." He encouraged Duncan by pushing his ass back on his shaft, taking in inches, letting him know he could go in deeper. Duncan understood and grabbed Joey's haunches, eased Joey slowly on to him in one stroke. He pulled the boy onto his shaft all the way to the hilt till Joey's butt rested against his balls. Joey gasped in pleasure and immediately began rocking against Duncan's cock. Minutes passed as hole and cock got to know each other. Once Duncan knew Joey could take it, he turned the boy on his side holding his leg in the air and ravenously impaled him. "I love fucking you, baby." "Fuck, Duncan. I want you so bad." "You've got me, baby. You got as much as you want." Duncan flipped Joey on his back and began pounding away at him. Joey looked up at Duncan, feeling him inside, frantically stroking his cock. Duncan continued to pummeled him. "Fuck baby, yessss." Duncan pile drove into the boy's ass with increasing savagery. He'd pull out and then stab back into the open hole. Joey loved it. He met each of Duncan's thrust with a thrust of his own. They met together in increasing rhythm, neither relenting in the brutality of the fuck. Joey was on the verge of cumming when he spotted the swollen head of Duncan cock breaking through the rubber. It's thick purple head tore the sheathe in half and was peeling further down the shaft with every stroke. "Fuck I love your hole," repeated Duncan. "I love you, baby. I want you pregnant, baby." He put his hands on the boy's thin neck and began squeezing. "I want to knock you up. I love you, sweet boy," he intoned, as his grip increase. In horror, on the razor's edge of cumming, Joey had a second to choose between reaching up to stop Duncan's hands on his neck or cum. He chose to cum. His body spasmed, an orgasm as intense as he'd ever had, shooting rivers of cum over his and Duncan's chest. And blacked out.

Before someone else could mount me Seth returned to announce that the sling was open and being held for me. Randy and Seth each grabbed an arm while two guys I didn't know grabbed my legs. I was carried out of the room, down the hall and into another (much larger) room and placed in the sling. My wrist and ankles were placed in restraints that were attached to the chains of the sling, I was not going anywhere. Then one of the guys that had my legs got between my legs and shoved his cock inside my hole. I then had Seth and Randy on either side of me placing a piece of rubber on both biceps. They each had a syringe in hand and after wiping each arm with alcohol stuck me with the needle. I watched as each point was emptied into my vein. The bands were removed from my arms, I felt a strong need to cough as I felt my heart begin to race. I then heard a loud ringing in my ears and couldn't see clearly. All I felt was a hunger in my hole. It was at this point I lost track of time. I wasn't sure how many guys fucked me until I started to come down. I didn't even know what day it was or how long I had been at the bathhouse. All I knew was that I was still with Seth and Randy. I later found out I had been in the bathhouse for 2 days, had been fucked by every guy in the place and taken somewhere near 60 loads. It was Monday morning as Seth and Randy helped me get dressed. When I got home I found there information in my pocket with a link to their profiles and one to video that was shot while I was in the sling. I almost got sick to my stomach when I read on their BBRT profiles that they were HIV+. When I watched the video I got turned on and hard as steel. I'll never forget getting more then I bargained for on my first trip to the baths.

Part 3 As Seth was reaching his eminent orgasm I was getting Randy nice and hard. I figured he'd fuck me next. The question in my mind was do I let him bareback me as Seth already has. What happened next took me totally by surprise. As Randy began to feed me his cock he said to Seth "Is he as hot of a fuck as I thought he would be?" Seth let Randy know that I was a hotter fuck then he imagined and I was primed for more raw cock. Seth then pulled his softening cock from my hole. As Randy was ready to take his place he asked if Seth had a prepared point for him to use. I wasn't sure what they were talking about until I saw Seth handed Randy a syringe. Seth asked me if I'd like to try a point. I was totally clueless by this point and my head seemed a little foggy (for some strange reason). Randy, who had me pinned to the bed with his hard cock already lodged inside me, answered for me in the affirmative. I could barely see as Seth approached my right side. I could feel a tight strap on my upper arm as I asked what were they doing. Seth and Randy were talking like I wasn't in the room as he told his roommate that he had already snaked a few good shard and his Tina covered cock inside me earlier. I then felt a coolness on my arm followed by a slight pinch. Then the tight strap on my arm was removed and my entire world changed. I had a strange taste in the back of my mouth and began to cough out hard as Randy let up on the force he was using to hold me down to the bed. Then I watched as they both injected something (probably the same stuff I was just given) into their arms. Each guy coughed out (not as hard or as many times as I had) as I swear I felt Randy's cock grow inside me). Randy said he loved being inside a dudes ass when he slams before doing his own slam and that I was in for a good fucking and probably a couple loads before he'd pull out. By this point the only thing on my mind was getting fuck by him and anyone else I could find. Randy then set about to do exactly as he described as Seth left the room leaving the door open for anyone to see the action. My attention returned to Randy and his cock fucking my hungry hole. Suddenly I was made aware of a small crowd that began to gather at the door. It was a turn on to be watched as Randy began to add his own load to what Seth had already deposited. Like his roommate he never let up until he gave a total of 3 loads before pulling out. Before someone else could mount me Seth returned to announce that the sling was open and being held for me.

I felt hands all over my tingling body, laying me down telling me ur gonna be a dirty lil cock hungry, cum craving lil buttslut n I can kiss being bi bye. I started jerking the 1st dick I could reach n another in my other hand as I watched Jon suck my tingling dick. I was surrounded by studs jerking their dicks, i moaned I want u all! Oh, ull get used by us all n get so high ull be begging for more. Ur ours, u lil meth whore! I then moaned n oh god I'm such a nasty lil fag cuz this is my fantasy to have my inner cock whore released n used as a cum dump. I looked at the huge TV n saw a lil fag getting surrounded by at least 20 studs going crazy for all them. It was then I realized that was me as I felt a hand playing w my ass which made me suck n j/o the dicks faster n squirming to give the hand better access to my hole. A syringe was stuck in me n I felt it be squirted up my already partied up shoot. It went from burning to wanting to be used by everyone there. The guy I was sucking like a slut started moaning he was gonna cum n did I want it my mouth or on my face. Feed me that yummy load, I'm a cum crazed faggot who loved eating all the cum I can get! He flooded my throat w ambrosia as the TV showed me pumping his cock n cue e m splashed across my tongue as swallowed every drop. God I love cum, nothing says naughty lil fag like one that milks all the cum out of all the cocks. Look at the lil cum thirsty slut, how's that lil pussy jon, I bet after the workout we gave him in the br he was begging to be taken by the whole bar. We teased n fingered him till he begged to be turned into an insatiable cum dump. I was beside myself as jon was eating my ass, n I was moaning n begging for my fuvkhole. U want jon to shove that hard cock into ur partied up fuckhole? U need it to pound u till it breeds ur faggot ass? YES, give me that dick like u have been wanting to fuck me all night n I've been wanting to be fucked by! Jon couldn't take it any more n out my legs on his shoulders put some special lube on his dick n my throbbing hole. U think ur high n horny now, u ain't seen nothing yet, the lube has T in it. With that he shoved all the way in balls deep n held it there, my ass hadn't had dick in it in 2yrs was stretched wide w his 7" mushroom headed rockhard stretched me. I let out a yell of surprise n pain that didn't last long at all, cuz it had been played with, booty bumped, n eaten till they had me begging for it. The hurt went quickly as I quickly remembered how I loved being fucked n this was the 1st time high af after smoking n bumps turning me into a cock craving slut ,flirting w all the guys at the bar. It seemed they were all here to take me up on it.

Following on from dtguy_367 This is probably a more after fucking story, but you know when you read in porn how hot it is when the gang banged bottom feels the loads running down his legs? Well I can tell you it's not hot at all when that happens on a crowded night bus in London and (what they never mention) it's accompanied with huge wet farting and frankly a really strong & obvious cum smell! This happened to me after a night in a bareback fuck party/club, I'd stuck my cock in god knows how many blokes & been stuck in my turn. I think I had 4 or 5 loads in me. I had a gut full of air like someone had used a pump & spunk mix & sooner or later something has to give. Especially when you're arse muscles have taken a hammering & aren't up to the job. I can still feel how hot with embarrassment I suddenly felt I just didn't know where to look, I've never been so mortified. Maybe even worse as everyone around was being very polite & desperately trying to behave as if nothing was happening while trying to discretely step away.. Now of course I realise I should just have laughed out loud & just fronted it out but instead I got off as soon as I could, feeling every pair of eyes on me & scuttled into a little public garden to clean up under the trees. It ended up alright as there were a lot of cruisers there & this got their attention, I ended up sucking off a couple more & taking another load to make up for what I lost. I walked the rest of the way home though :-)

Pozdaddy 6 I slowly drift awake and wonder briefly about the arm slung over me and the dick pressing against my thigh. Then I remember: I’d been pleased enough with Pozboy’s behaviour last night that I let him sleep with me instead of the oversized dog bed I usually start boys off in. Fuck, but he’d been a pain: all gratitude and “are you sure you couldn’t manage once more? My ass is all wet just like you like it... or just lie there and let me suck you off? Please Sir?” All I wanted was to get some sleep so in the end I threatened him with the wrong end of his leash if he didn’t behave, something I’d certainly never do to a dog, and only when really pushed to a boy. After that he lay with his back to me while I held him. Every now and then he’d chance his luck, pushing back against me, but clever enough to know that it was my balls he needs to get wet to get the effect he wanted. Shit, I was never that much of a little cunt was I? I make a mental note to ask Ken and Jim. “C’mon you. Early start today: I need an early finish. Tea and muesli for two – and don’t make the mistake of putting sugar in the muesli again: it’s why the fruit’s there.” I need to get some work done today, so I decide to head off Pozboy at the pass, by picking out a cockstrap lined with little prickers: just enough to keep him careful of how he moves and aware of his dick (like he ever forgets about it). A small buttplug and a pair of leather shorts will keep his dirty little mind busy while he gets on with his domestic stuff. One of the advantages of working from home is that it doesn’t matter what I wear. A pair of shorts and a t-shirt, both of which have seen better days get the look of death from Pozboy as I eat breakfast. Every now and then he winces: “see what happens when you let your mind wander?” I smirk “Right, there’s a beer order needs collecting. Individual tins in the cellar fridge. Your black jeans should fit over those shorts and your can wear a shirt. Be careful in the car. Oh, and go to the deli to get party food for say ten to twelve. Samosas, spring rolls, pakoras, but no fish - you know the sort of stuff I like. Make sure the cellar’s clean – we don’t want anyone catching anything, do we? Then you can get on with the rest of the housework. I’ll be in the office – come and see me before you go out.” I leave him to sort out what order he’s going to do things: no point in shopping before ten or so. Meanwhile I get on with the email. Several routine orders, then one from Ken labelled “your new desktop” – it’s the photo of Pozboy with my dick deep inside him just as he starts to piss. Ken’s caught the look of surprise on his face perfectly, as well as the arc of piss. I pause long enough to make that picture the desktop and scan the email. Just a standard release for the rest of the images to be used on one of his sites. No problem there. A knock at the door. “Sir, may have the car keys and some money to pay... oh...” “Dunno why you’re so surprised: I think you look pretty good in it. I had him some notes and the car keys before taking out a new, plain, collar. “I thought having everyone know your name might make you a bit nervy... You’ll be polite and respectful to people, but if you get any anti-gay shit you can give them the finger if you think you can get away with it. Get yourself into trouble and you know what it’ll feel like.” To emphasise my words I grabbed at his crotch and enjoyed the sight of him wincing, unsure whether to lean into the pain, or try to escape it. The rest of the day passed normally and by eight or so I’d organised five pairs of handcuffs or restraints, five collars, and five blindfolds in the cellar. “I want you in shorts, boots, chest harness and your Pozboy collar. The next five who arrive are to strip, leaving their clothes here and you’ll take each down to the cellar where you’ll restrain, collar and blindfold them – you up to that? Put one of them in the sling and fasten the others’ collars to the support chains. Check the temperature down there and if necessary turn it up a bit. Don’t want them freezing before the others arrive...” I sit with a beer in the living room listening to the bottoms arriving at five minute intervals. At one point I’m surprised to hear him say in somewhat stroppy tones “You want me to get Pozdaddy out here to tell you? Well fuckin’ do it!” Not bad after just a few weeks: I like a boy with a bit of fire in his guts. Senior bottom or junior top, I muse to myself... but that decision is months away. Tonight I need him subservient upstairs and rampant in the cellar because his viral load must be about peaking by now. Having dealt with the last one he comes back upstairs “you’ve just about got time to put some food and drink out.” Sure enough, by the time he’s unpacked the food and plated up, the doorbell starts going and Jim and Ken arrive along with six others. Pozboy has slipped back into bottom mode as he wanders the room asking if he can be of service. He makes no sign of pain when his crotch is groped. “What do you think, then?” I ask Jim and Ken as Pozboy disappears into the kitchen for another drink for someone. “A little more trainable than you ever were.” “Yeah, but he’s got a better trainer than I ever had” “Still not learned to control that mouth, have you Poz?” “Ah, fuck off – you’re just pissed off that I found him first!” “There’s a certain truth in that – he’s doing well. I noticed the spiked cockring and not a flicker of recognition from him that I had. If you can just calm him down a bit...” Laughter... “Pozboy” I shout, “over here. Shorts off.” I check under the cockstrap and decide that he’s had enough. “Sort out a new cockstrap for yourself when we get downstairs. This party’s for you: your viral load must be about peaking. Time to breed a little.” He backs away from me a little, kneels down and kisses each of my boots in turn, then my crotch. Looking up at me, almost in tears, “thank you Pozdaddy. I hope I don’t let you down.” We all move down to the cellar. The boys are obviously aware of our arrival. “Guys, let the boy have first choice...” Pozboy goes round each of the five, tweaking nipples, pulling at ballsacs, fingering holes, before deciding where he’s starting. He kneels down to rim some spit up the lad’s hole, stands up to spit into his palm and he’s away. The other guys start inspecting what’s on offer, and being a gracious host (sometimes) I hang back, having decided to go for the one Pozboy chose. I hang around nearby with a beer, watching Pozboy strain to get as deep as he can while practically ripping the boy’s tits off. Then he moves and puts and arm around the boy’s neck and the other hand on his shoulder. Then the tension in Pozboy’s ass (I so want it at that moment, but this is Pozboy’s turn) as he makes the final few thrusts. He’s still all but shuddering as he leans over the boy and says “3.7 million, mate.” As he withdraws, I move down quickly to suck out some cum and return it to Pozboy. As our lips part I say “do what you want – it’s your party. Enjoy yourself.” I slide in over Pozboy’s cum and feel the boy trying to grip my dick. He’s all but shaking as I grip his shoulders and start to fuck Pozboy’s cum deeper. The cum already there, beginning to drip from his ass is too much. I get to the point of no return much quicker than usual and as I’m pumping cum into his arse, I copy Pozboy’s gesture “you missed out there: only 400k...” I lean back against the wall, confident the party’s going well, watching Pozboy all but race between asses. When there’s no ass available, he’s on his knees sucking cock, and another time with someone (I can’t see who) sitting on face. One by one the boys give their pre-arranged stop signal, at which point Pozboy breaks off whatever he’s doing to take them upstairs, see them dressed and out the door. When the last of them has gone I ask the room in general “well, guys, anyone for any more? I’m sure Pozboy will oblige...” Little slut’s in the sling before I’ve even finished speaking and the guys move in around him...

Load #16: The withered, lesion- scarred hand of the once stunning muscle god, desperately gripped my birthday boy’s perfectly round rump, and pushed another two inches of his deadly black Mamba deep into the trembling youth’s cum-starved kunt. “Please, please, sir,” the kid begged as he bit into his pillow. 350 000 vl hadn’t dropped in 6moths, ever since his meds stopped working. The porn sensation once known as ‘Muscle Man Mike’, decided against that last chemotherapy series they said he desperately needed. He knew his party was over, and feeling the freshly broken kunt grasping and massaging the full length of his oozing fuck club, he knew this kid’s adventures had just begun. My son reared his head up and spoke so the man behind him, inside him, could hear his plea, “Please, Sir,…. Please mister, Bug me up,… I’ll take good care of it…I promise… Mike wanted to make this last load last, but a crowd had gathered to bare witness, the passing of the torch as it were, and he always loved an audience. As he slapped his venom bloated balls against the grinding little animal’s sticky taint, he gritted his few remaining teeth and slurred into the sweet cumdump’s ear, “Careful of what you ask for….” Bam… “You….” Bam “Just Might…” Bam Bam” Get….” Bam Bam Bam….”IT!” Sometimes, a tight, tripping ass can detect the spasm of a the urethra, or the change in heart rate or blood pressure of the cock up inside it, but few can really feel jizz at body temperature squirt in, But this kind donor had a temperature of 102.5, and the neglected youth felt every burning glob fired into his battered ass-lining. The pure animal heat of the feverish dong filling his colon and lower intestine, soothed his abused of his innards. As quick as he could, the student spun around, once his donor pulled the last noxious centimeter from his still gripping ass. On his knees, he raised the slimy spent shaft to his parched lips. Gently, his newly trained tongue explores the black man’s foreskin for any remnants of his jizz, or the others, or his own gut slop. Opening his throat so that he could clean the shiny shaft down to the matted base, he barely felt his ass-ring pop, as his Dad once again tapped the warm and sticky butt plug back into its natural place. Informed Consent “You really 18?” “……Yeah.” “Got ID?” “I…… don’t Drive.” “Okay, so I am going to need you to give me your word…” “My word…?” “It’s all a man has.” “I am 18 years old…. Tod….” “Nope, don’t say it, just strip down to your undies so we can have a little talk, Son.” Brownish-blond patches of fur peeked out from his armpits, as he pulled off his shirt. No chest hair, just the thinnest of fuzz forming a treasure trail leading down into his over stuffed tighty-whitties. “So how did your dick get so damn big, wrapped up in those chastity panties? Those things are designed to retard penile development, you know.’ He explained that since the age of 12, he always let his cock, and sometimes his balls, hang outside his briefs, so his meat could grow and expand of its own free will. In just his tennis shoes and his jockies, he sat on the floor between my legs. Maybe it was cheating, asking him to pay attention AFTER I’d let him pull my cock and balls out of my 501’s , but I wanted him to get a good look at the menu before I started with the disclaimers. “You asked that I “make you a man”, and that’s my goal. This weekend, me and my buddies will be working on making you the best Gay Man you can be, but I know it doesn’t always stick. Do you know the difference between a ‘Man” and a ‘Gay Man’?” Was it a trick question? The kid’s gaze shifted from my hairy crotch to my face. He looked confused. “A Gay Man is just the same as any other kind of Man, except for a series of reasons, he is not willing to be Domesticated in order to have access to pussy.” “A Man’s biological imperative is to spread all of the DNA he can. A true Gay man seeks not only to spread as much of it as he can, but to also generate or consume all the DNA available to him, especially when it comes in the form of thick, warm ejaculate, or as my Pa called it, “Man Milk”. You say you haven’t been fucked, but have you eaten sperm before? The enthusiastic youth smiled and nodded, “I eat my own all the time, and I’ve sucked off my buddies before.” “You swallow their spunk?” “Always” “Oh, you make your Dad so proud when he hears that.” “Can I suck your dick now, sir ?” “Hold on, hold on there, Sport. Now that you are of the age of consent, there are a few things you need to know before you can consent…. “Some Men, and that includes Gay Men, are afraid of Sex. They are afraid of their own assholes, their own desires, or their God, and even sometimes their own sperm. Our Puritan society exploits men’s sexual desires and at the very same time teaches them to fear sex. Too many Gay Men these days fear their own sexuality so much, that they have started acting like needy/demanding straight women, who use sex as a commodity or as tool to manipulate the sexualities of others. I want my son to be ‘FEARLESS’. Are you fearless boy?” The kid’s eyes had grown wide. Looking back down at my dick, as it slowly came to life right in front of his face, he whispered”… yes.” “Then before we get started, you need to know that I carry the HIV virus, one of the viruses that is thought to cause AIDS. If you choose to be my son, you will be exposed to this virus repeatedly, and will most likely end up infected with it by the time were done this weekend. “I work with a small cabal of armature eugenicists,” I went on to explain, ”trying to breed a super virulent, non-lethal strain of the virus through repeated exposure and transmission. But we are well aware that we could also unintentionally be creating a jizz so poisonous it might kill on contact. “For any son of mine who wasn’t made from my DNA, I want him to consume enough of my genetic material that his DNA is transformed into mine. Do you want your daddy’s dangerous seed swimming around inside you, moving from your intestines and your stomach into your bloodstream?” “Yes.” “Even if it might kill you?” “YES. I would rather live a short positive life, than grow old and then die, too frighten to ever really fuck..’ Though I don’t do it as often as a father should, I held the kid’s smooth face in my hands and kissed him on the lips, entering his unpolluted body for the very first time with my dirty slime sucking tongue. Then, standing up, I pushed his face back into my pubes, letting him breath in my crotch stink as he repeatedly kissed my cock and balls. “Stay where you are, Boy” “Have you ever gotten stoned before, Son ?” I asked from the kitchen. Again, that sweet “deer in the headlight’ look. Was this another trick question? he must have been wondering. “…..Uhm…” “You know,” I clarified, ”smoked Mary Jane, reefer…. marijuana?” “Yeah….” He confessed with all the guilt of a poorly educated American youth, ”a couple times or so. With my buddies… before a movie… or…ummm” “Very good,” I assured him, “It’s sad how our society tries to terrify the curious.” Returning from the refrigerator with a small plate, I presented my special birthday boy with a thick chocolate brownie, topped with a single black candle. “Here you go, Son…, Happy Birthday.” The next hour, we spent fiddling about on the couch. Curled up between my thighs, the curious imp had free access to my hairy Daddy meat. Using his hands, his lips and his nose, he explored my paternal package from every angle. I instructed him in how to remove his Daddy’s boots, and as he bent over to work on the right one, I reached out and ripped a hole in the back of his undies, so I could survey his almost hairless, virgin hole, while he wiggled at my feet. Removing my jeans and boxers, I took a lot of time to stand on his face and chest, giving him the opportunity to sniff and suck on my raunchy socks as his skinny hips involuntarily fucked the air. Returning to the seated position, I scooted my hairy ass to the edge of the sofa and popped one of my legs over the armrest, offering the starving boy full access to his first male doughnut. Like a true son of mine, his first instinct was to lick and suck on the man-lips offered, but I wanted to build his appetite. “Sniff it. Your gonna have to fuck it with your nose, before I’ll let you fuck it with your tongue.” He took his time, and I took the opportunity to quiz him about what he didn’t understand on my profile, all the while encouraging him to lick and stick his fingers up my ass before telling him to lick them and stick them back in his mouth. Even before he was allowed to French kiss my ring, a beautiful trail of charged ass-slime connected his sweet lips to my salty shit-chute. Even though he had never been with a “grown up” before, he’d done his research. When I asked him what ‘raunchy’ meant, he said, “that’s gross stuff, right? Dirty underwear, boogers, sweat… piss ‘n shit ‘n stuff like that ?” “And that’s fine by you?” “Whatever you’re into, that’s what I wanna try…..” I could have cum right then. The only two references he did not know were “Scat” which he though may have to do with music, which he thought was real fucking weird, and he assumed “K9” was probably some kind of puppy-play, and then, just to get his daddy’s nuts in a knot, he said, “but I don’t want you to explain everything all at once…. I want to be surprised too.” So I explained the course his education would take. Today was going to be all about the fundamentals every man should know about “The Accommodation of the Male Member and the Ingestion of Human Ejaculate”, and before his big Birthday party that night, I would take him to the park to teach him “The Etiquette of Cum Hunting in Public Toilets and Woodlands.” My goal was that he would get at least 18 loads up his ass and another 18 down his throat, before his day was done. I also expected him to cum at least 18 times over the course of the weekend. But before his butt breeding would begin, he needed his first lesson: “Proper Anal Hygiene. The Master bedroom and my playroom, or as we would be calling it, ‘the Nursery’ were separated by the Master bath, and the tile of the walk-in shower is where his training would begin. Although it was equipped with two heads and two hoses, I thought I would show him the advantages of the tradition gravity flow enema bag, three of which hung in my Piss Parlor. Tonight we’d begin with a gentle rises, and later on he could learn how to use the power washers. Fathers and sons who lived together, knew all about each other’s piss and shit early on, so I sought to reproduce this biological familiarity, a key element of the Parent/Offspring bond. I made it clear that was a ‘ safe zone’- he was free to piss and shit and puke in the shower without fear of retribution or punishment. Bags 1&2: After demonstrating how and why the hose should be emptied of air, I approach his upturned rump, that perfect pale pucker offered up to his old man’s alter, and slowly began Rimming 101. When his moaning started to become a distraction, I licked the nozzle and penetrated his ass. I told him to imagine his own father urinating up inside him, as I worked the clamp, releasing both bursts and streams of warm liquid into his bottomless belly. It’s good to start with warm if your going for the full gut flush. Cold is best for a quick rinse. His whimpering coincided with the vacuum forming in the bag, and I kept his head down for a couple minutes to let the flow sink in. He knew instinctively to suck my dick as we waited. Once his cramping got too much, I told him to stand up. Rubbing his swollen stomach sparked my rod something fierce. Gravity was trying to gut him while I flicked his erect nips, and parted his bloated belly. “Okay boy, you can squat down and grunt it all out now…” “Right…here?’ “We’re in a shower. Right there’s the drai….” But gravity won out over his modesty, and down he went with his face back in my crotch, and the ******* of his foul waste splashed the tile and washef around our feet.” “That’s it… fart it out for Daddy…Those are the muscles you need to know how to use….Now, clamp down.” The kid looked up through glassy black pupils in awe and disbelief, at all the strange sensations rushing around his body, the bloating, the release, and the stink…, it was all way beyond what the kid had expected… and this was only lesson one. With the second bag, I told him a little about myself, and how “20 years ago, my wife took off with my three year old son, after she decided my family’s traditional way of naturally and painlessly retracting his foreskin was disgusting and obscene. Two years later, she wrote to tell me that she’d had him circumcised, as if by sexually mutilating him, she was getting even with me. Then after another 14 years, without a card or graduation announcement, I got photocopy of his obituary in the mail.” By bag 3, the cold water rinse, I had started taking his hand in mine, showing him how to check on his progress, inserting our wet fingers into his inviting colon. “First you check that it looks clean, and then once it does, you need to see if the juice smells clean, and finally, to want to check that your juice tastes clean. You don’t want to serve up a shitty hole, unless that’s what someone’s askin’ for.” Bag 4 would make a nice treat, and the perfect seg-way to my bedroom. “Here Son, stand up and piss in this bag”, he’d peed out most of the sports-drink I’d been filling him up with, while he was bearing down to empty his bowels. Still, he had a couple of cups of urine in him that he managed to squeeze trough his rock hard dick. I made sure to praise his ability to piss while erect, before saying, “Now hold that bag open of Daddy….” Our warm stinking piss mingled together in the enema bag, before I bent him over and slipped the nozzle into his most hole, so that our liquids could continue mixing in his guts. “This is the best way to rinse out when you’re camping…” I explained to him like a good Dad should…”though this is not my favorite method for delivery…”. Retrieving his butt plug from where it has slopped by the drain, I inserted it temporarily, to insure that our combined waste could wash away some of his mucus membrane in his intestinal lining, so my juices and our juices could begin the process of passing from his walls into his blood stream. Cupping the base of the butt-plug I began to roll it around in my palm, massaging his sensitized interior. “Do you like the way Daddy’s piss feels up inside you Son?” “Yesssss Papa… it feels sooooo good” We kissed, wet and naked in the shower, until I could taste my own waste on his breath, and the smell my stink leaking out of his pores. “Okay Son, your time has almost come, “ I grunted “With each lesson, they will be a test. Are you ready for your first exam? “YES Papa!” Pushing my wet beard into his little ear, I slurred, “Now I’m gonna ask you to do something in a minute or two. Your rational mind is going to shriek back in fear and say that’s dirty…. That’s Dis-Gust-ing…,that’s Dangerous, OR your carnal mind is going to say….’More1” If your rational mind tells you to freak out, then I promise you, we will stop right here, no harm, no foul… but if your carnal mind takes over… well, then know that I’m going to brand my name into your gut. Deal? “Deal” “Now I need you to clamp down as I pull the plug out slowly. I don’t want you to loose a drop. You got that kid?” And with that, I spun him around, got down behind him, and began to remove one of the three barriers separating my flesh from his. Like a champ, he didn’t miss more than a drop or two, which I quickly caught with my tongue as I moved it in to replace the plug, while stashing the kid’s warm wet toy in my own kunt, for safe keeping. His tender, pressurized sphincter was no match for his Pa’s big Tasting Dragon, and up into his colon I went, like mouthing a water balloon until its ready to explode. Is there any paradox sweeter than the piss filled virgin? “Okay Boy…. Fart for Daddy” No remorse, no fear, no hesitation! The combined force of his piss, my piss, the last of his douche water and protective mucus lining galloped down my gullet and out the through my nose, until I had to gargle out “Clamp it!” And he did. His legs and clenching butt-cheeks trembled with excitement. “Ready to go again?” I asked, and I like a natural born son of mine he said… “I was born READY, Pa!” My laughter was quenched by another wave of his gut wash, and this time, instead of swallowing it all down, I held on to a mouth full, and let the rest of our potent mixture spill out over my beard and chin, on to my belly and down into my crotch, where it washed over my enraged Spitting Serpent as it stood ready to strike. Spinning the boy around on the slimy surface, I faced him again with nothing but pride and raw lust in my eyes. Pulling his sweet virgin lips to mine, I spit our combined sewage over his newly discovered tongue, and he swallowed it…Fluid exchange, simple and puur, out of his butt and back down his throat again, along with large portion of my spit and love. Picking him up, I carried his wet dripping body into my bed room before throwing him down on the leather bed cover. Still dripping with his filth, I flipped him on his back and examined my new wiggling fuck-toy’s glistening little twat. Spread eagle with ankles pointed to heaven, his innocent pucker taunted me, whispering something that I just wasn’t close enough to hear. Kneeling before his sweet sacrifice, I kiss his wet hole, tasting our joined essence, as I used my fingers and tongue to dig around in his vulnerable yet so inviting insides. A purist would have given him a good brushing then and there, but I wanted to savor the integrity of his unmarred flesh, for a little while longer. But my drooling dick wouldn’t wait… Standing, and spitting, I hit the bull’s eye, and began sloshing my dick piss-slit in the puddles of spit, ass juice and precum forming and foaming over his back gate. With only the slightest of pressure on his lips, I pressed my venom dripping corona into the tender anus, as I smiled, and snarled, and grunted. Yet once inside the virgin kunt, my cock head slammed tight in a sudden trap. Whether the kid hurt, or if he was startled, I don’t know. All I know is the intense contraction caused my cock to erupt, spontaneously spilling my first sinister load in to his newly discovered guts. His eyes opened wide and fixed on mine as I press my spasming dick head a inch and a half in deeper inside him. My cock-snot now replaced all that natural lubricant that our combined piss had washed away. I slid into my boy following a pure undiluted trail of tainted daddy milk. Only for a second did I wonder if my own father had enjoyed it this much. Had there been this kind of build up…this mind twisting anticipation before he popped my cherry, or was it really a drunken accident, a happy collision as it were? My newly bred boy moaned and brought me back to the present. “Thank you..Daddy….” And in reply, I sank another two inches in, answered in kind by a sudden gasp from my special kunt-boi…. Daddy’s little spermbank…. An inch latter, and it looked like I had bottomed out. One fuck-door at a time, I told myself, taking a moment to let my nuts reload, and giving me the opportunity to massage my infections romance in to the first part of his ass. Had I not shot right away, I might have been tempted to rape him like a bull moose would, and plow my dagger-dick in deadly and deep, but with the pressure off my prostate, I could enjoy his insides and the way his freshly ripoened rectum suckled and nursed on my nasty milky dick. For a good five minutes, I rooted around just inside the door, white washing his walls and warming his cum channel up for the real ride. Rocking him back and forth against my lap, I told him how proud I was of him, and what a hot hungry fuck hole he had, and how happy all our buddies were going to be when they got to feel what I’m feeling. And then I asked him, “Are you ready to get fucked?” He paused as if it was another trick question”……please?” “When I tell you, I want you to bare down like you’re farting, just like we practiced after school.’ With the gentlest little grunt, his bowels opened and welcomed his father deep in his uncharted depths. The perfect place to plant my flag. “Are you Daddy’s little cum whore?” my seething dong demanded I ask. “Please Papa, I wanna be your cum whore…: “So you’re gonna let your Father pimp out your tight, needy hot-box to all those rank and ugly deviants who want to pay you with clotted jizz deposits?’ “Please” “Oh have I got a special party planned for you. There are some sick, evil fuckers who want to terrible things to your insides while I watch.” What father doesn’t long to see his offspring filled with dick at both ends and bloated with a gallon of anonymous nutt-sludge? “And if you get older…. if you start making Boys of your own…Do you promise to share your sons with your daddy?’ “I do, Dad….’ “And what do you want boy? “Dick, Sir, I want more dick. I want your sick sauce, your death goo deep in me….I want to be your carrier, your courier…. I want to have your babies….” That did it. My first load had been mostly high charged seminal fluid, but this batch was a ball buster that made my urethra twist and shout. Like thick wads of salty spent chewing gum, I coated his lower intestines with my goopy lethal jisim, and then pounded it in, nailing the hard chunks into place with my hammer-slammer. Wad after wad of tainted dick juice seared inside his ravenous teeny-twat. Did his legs break, or his pelvis crush from the force? I remember a little screaming and then the wonderful warmth of my demon seed escaping from my bloated balls, rushing in and splashing over my boy’s freshly divided soul. Using every vein and hair on my slime slicked shaft, I rubbed my sleazy sludge into his welcoming wound. My son’s genes would live again inside this surrogate’s needy kunt. This boy was now tagged and mangled by my paternal DNA. The little fuck hole was mine until the day he died. A few minutes later, I instructed him how to use his mouth to clean me up, removing the junk stopper from my own fetid asshole and pushed it back in to his newly seeded playground. As his tongue dug in my public hair, savoring the last few drops of his lost youth, I grabbed the empty beer stein from the bed-stand beside me and told him to hold Papas’ pork hose. We rested for a few minutes, sharing the bubbly mug of full of my warm piss and discharge. He said it tasted a lot better than ass-piss, and I encouraged him to enjoy the fresh taste. He would soon learn to love the taste of everything that comes out of his father’s body. In anticipating that this whole scene just might work out, I had been active on my favorite sites the week before. The park would be filled with Bears and Wolves, and my little boy wasn’t coming back to his party until there was semen leaking out his nose. Now that my sperm swam wildly around in side him, and his tummy was filled with his papa’s yummy pee-pee, he was my Son, marked inside and out, and it was time to get his freshly broken butt well and thoroughly knocked up. Let the insemination begin! Part Three: Timmy’s 18 Load Birthday Breeding In Sex with Enhancements Fiction Part Four: CherryPop: The Father, The Son and the Holey Whore In Str8/ Bi-sex Fiction