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PART 6 I spent the whole drive over shaking I was so nervous. Over and over i told myself to just turn around and what what was I thinking risking so much? The first time I didn’t know til it was too late , but this was different. And I couldn’t pretend to myself it wasn’t. My hard cock and hungry ass were leading me, overpowering every thought I had to just get away! There was no hiding it, Tim had told me flat out. He was hiv positive, poz as he called it. And he didn’t use condoms. And he had no intention of pulling out. And I had seen that huge cock and knew how deep it could be when he came. And I had seen those giant cum producing balls. He had to shoot a massive load. He will fill me up with it, his sperm. His HIV positive sperm. Spurt after spurt, his cock all the way inside me erupting. And fear took more of a backseat. I was a horny as hell 18 year old that had just discovered bottoming and had done it with a hot experienced hung top. And he had fucked me bareback and cum in me my first time. I couldn’t help wanting more. And I knew how amazing Tim was, how he had made it feel so good, had made me so hungry for cock and so wanting to be a proud gay bottom. A bareback bottom now, on my way to see him again. Still shaking, I rang his bell and he answered obviously nude and obviously knowing it would be me knocking. “I’m so glad you are here. I have thought about that hot ass so many time these last few days. And the way that mouth felt on my cock. And the taste of your asshole. Wanna go straight up?” He welcomed me shutting the door. Nodding eagerlly at home he responded by leading me up to the room I had been in before. This time, I was tearing at my clothes, my cock like steel already and eyes focused on Tim’s already hard meat. Naked, I fell to my knees and licked the shaft from the base to the head, before swirling my tongue around the big mushroom head. Tasting precum, I lost my self and opened wide and took as much as I could. Concentrating on relaxing my throat, I tried to take more and more burn woukd gag occasionally and have to back off. I was trying my best to please him, to be a good cocksucker. “Fuck yeah”, he growled, “that’s so good. Suck that fucking dick. Get it ready. I’m gonna fuck you with it in about 30 seconds.” I grew every more eAger in my sucking, wanting to show my enthusiasm for what he said. “Get up, get on the bed on your back and pull your legs up,” he ordered as he reached for his lube and applied some to my hole and to his cock. Standing over me, his cock head an inch from my starving hole, he looked down and asked me, “what’s my boy want? Does my boy want me to put my cock inside him right now?” “Yes! Fuck yes”, I cried out. “There’s no condom on this cock”, he whispered as he began to tease my hole by rubbing the tip against it. “No condom. No condom.”, I repeated in an almost begging tone. He was driving me to the edge, making me want him so badly. “Should I pump all of my cum Into your hole when I shoot? Should I give you my sperm when we both know I am hiv positive? What do you want?”, he whispered as the pressure on my hole gradually increased. “I want you to cum in me, fill me up with it! All of it! PleAse just please fuck me til you cum!” I whimpered. With that, he pushed in and i I felt that piercing pain followed by a dull ache as my almost virgin hole tried to relax. He gently worked his big meat into me, slowly rocking his hips pushing deeper and deeper. Then starting to take longer strokes as my breath became gasps and I started losing myself to the sensations of pleasure in my hole. It wasn’t long til I was lost. The only thing on earth that mattered was Tim and his huge cock and me and my tight little hole. We were connected. Eyes locked, him grunting and huffing as I began to feel my breAth knocked out with every deep stroke. His ball were now slapping against me when he drove home and I reveled in knowing he was in me ball deep. I was taking all of him. Raw. He was pumping hArd and his thrusts began to pick up speed, his ups bucking erratically. I recognized this from last time and concentrated on trying to take every single bit of that cock inside me while squeezing and miliking it. “Fuck yes, squeeze that fucking cock Chris. Earn that load. Tell me you want it. Tell me you want my sperm in you.” He grunted. “Fucking please cum in me. Please cum in me. I want it in me. I want your cum all inside me. I won’t let it leak at all. Please!” I begged him. “Big poz load. Gonna give it to you. Fucking dump that cum deep inside you.!” He muttered between clenched teeth as he was slamming into me. “Yeah. Big load. Big poz load. Inside me. All of it. Poz load inside me. Poz load inside Me.” I just kept saying it. Then I felt it his pace grew ever faster and then he drove deep and collapsed onto me and i felt that huge rod pulse and throb as his sperm entered me and splattered into my guts. I squeezed and milked it and wrapped my arms around him to hold him insode me. The throbs slowly ebbed and he pulled back up and looked down at me. My stomach was covered in my own cum? I had shot without touching myself. He made no move to pull out and I made no attempt to back off it. Instead I looked up with a guilty grin and knew inside there was no way I could stop doing this. Getting fucked without condoms and taking Tim’s cum. It was like a drug. I was already hooked. What was I gonna do now? This is crazy! But fuck his cum is in me and that thought still scared me but it was turning me on more. A lot more.

Got invited by a FB on bbrt to attend one of the local parties while I am in Atlanta this week. I have (tried) to hold parties like this before and frankly my results suck! So i went with pretty low expectations. It was a pretty usual set up..hotel room with door that opens to the outside, door unlocked. When i walked in 4 guys were already on one of the beds all tangled up rimming and sucking each other. My thought was this is a pretty good start...i quickly stripped and joined in. In a few the guy that invited me got there, he has a massive cock. Long and fat. Yes. Right after he stripped a hot black guy shows up he’s dressed like he just left work and is stopping off for a quickie before going home. At this point i am on the side of the bed getting plowed by the other guys there. The black guy is hot and i wanted him. I managed to get near him and he started rubbing my ass and another bottom laying next to me. He slipped in me and gave me a nice fuck before switching to the other bottom next to me. He switched back and forth for a few minutes. He entered me and really started pounding, i thought “he’s ready to get off and bounce”. My intuition was right. Dude started pounding me and I was holding his cock tight in my hole. At this point all of the guys are standing around watching us fuck and me get bred. Last few thrusts and he unloads in me. Pulls out, wipes off, gets dressed and leaves. My buddy that invited me starts fucking the other bottom and he can barely take his big tool. Then I got fucked by another of the tops and he quickly unloads in me. By this time, the room is pretty full and action is going on all around. Mostly sucking and some fucking. It’s early still. The hung daddy decides to move over to me and we start kissing and he tells me how much he loved watching the bbc unload in my hole. He says it’s his turn. I get on my back, raise my legs over his shoulders as he slowly glides in. This guy’s dick is so big most of the other guys stop and come over to watch. I am taking it like a champ. After starting missionary, he puts me on all fours for a bit. The other guys are encouraging him to pound me harder. He tells me to lay flat face down and he crawls on top of me. I am 5’10” tall and this guy is prob 6’3” and 30-40 lbs heavier and he has all of his weight on me as he starts to assault my ass. This makes the other guys really get into watching me and encouraging him to breed me. After a bit, he starts to tense up and i know he’s close. He starts to shake and unload deep in my bowels. Within the first 45 minutes i had 3 loads and my ass is dripping. I took a break but the party didn’t. Was surprised how many guys ended up attending. Overall probably 20+ guys showed throughout the evening with a good variety of tops, bottoms and vers guys. All shapes and sizes. I watched the other guys give and take loads, it was so hot! All of the guys were engaging with everyone. No attitudes, everyone was there to feed their lust for man sex. At one point, there were 3 of us bottoms lined up doggy style around a bed and guys were taking turns fucking us. It as much as a mental turn on for me as physical turn on watching all of these complete strangers having intimate acts together randomly. As a true cumdump does, i stayed almost until the end. Guys (especially these guys) really like my hairy tight ass so i got fucked by all of the tops and vers guys so prob 16-17 of them. I took at least 7 loads for sure cause my ass was dripping cum profusely after 3 hrs. I went back to my hotel room and got a text from a fuck bud i met before. He’s 28 y/o small framed black guy with a very long uncut cock. I am 51 and he really likes Daddy/Son role play. I tell him my hole is loaded already, he doesn’t care. In a few minutes he’s walking into my hotel room with my door unlocked and ass in the air dripping still. He rims me and tastes my jizz filled hole. He’s really turned on and starts kissing and slobbering cum all over my face. We start the role play and he is totally turned on. This kid fucks like his cock is a pistol, he rams it in over and over and tries to go deeper with each thrust. He fucks me for 45 minutes in every position possible and keep the daddy/son fantasy talk going to keep him turned on even more. I am flipped over on my back and am in missionary when he starts to pound with everything he has. My ass is pretty sore at this point so i am encouraging him to breed me. He starts breathing and sweating, eyes roll in his head and ropes of cum are blasting in my already full ass. He keeps his cock in and I feel 2 more smaller blasts. After he pulls out, he jumps in the shower and is off to see his lover. BEST TUESDAY EVER!

names James. I'm 31, 6' 1", dark hair, hairy, and have a fit body. I've been poz for about five years now. From time to time I would go visit my parents, and every time I was visiting them, it happened Derek, my younger brother's cute friend also was also visiting. Each time I also found we were eyeing each other. The time I first met him he was only 15, but now he is 18, about 5' 8", dirty blonde hair with a nice bubble ass. On a few occasions, when my brother and Derek were swimming, I went into Derek's bag and sniffed his undies. There's nothing like smelling a young man's underwear: always scented with precum, and sometimes I jerked and blew my cum in them - just for good measure. One night my parents were out of town and asked that I keep an eye on the house while my brother and Derek were swimming. At some point my brother went inside, leaving Derek and me alone. Derek climbed out of the pool and, as the water dripping from his treasure trail, asked "Hey James, can I get a smoke?" I immediately popped hard on. "Sure, Derek, but can you…" "Can I what?" "Ummm, it's nothing." "Just tell me," he replied. "Well, I just wanted you to turn around. You have a nice ass." "I'll even lower my shorts a bit, just for you." And let me tell you. From that point on I was determined to fuck his ass! I didn't care. I had to poz him. So the very next day I gave my friend Mark a call, and asked for his assistance in getting into Derek's ass. Mark readily agreed, and so the next day Mark and his sister to stop over. Now, Mark is about 30, and his sister is 19. I picked-up some booze and the five of us started to drink, and I made sure Derek got more shots than any of the rest of us. As Mark and I expected, Mark's sister got bored and wanted to go out clubbing, and I graciously gave them cab fair. As they were started to get ready to leave my brother quietly said Derek was going to stay home as he had had a bit to much to drink. Yes, all was going to plan. My brother and Derek's sister left, leaving me and Mark alone with Derek. "Sorry if I ruined your night, guys," Derek slurred slightly. "No problem at all," I replied, adding "Mark and I are gonna take a swim. Why don't you join us in the back?" "Sure, just give me another smoke," answered Derek. Oh, I'll give you something, I said to myself as I handed him a cigarette. With that the three of us wandered out to the pool, and Mark asked "Hey James, do you have any spare suits?" "Nah," I replied, suggesting "since it's just us, we can just wear our underwear." Mark and I immediately stripped-down, and James followed our example, albeit somewhat clumsily. He had definitely had enough to drink, still, he was the first to jump in, and I was next, although, since he was slightly drunk, he didn't move-out of the way, with the result I surfaced underneath him, and we ended-up wrestling our way back to the wide staircase. Derek tried to jump on my back to knock me back into the water, and as I staggered under his weight, I couldn't help but inwardly smile as I felt his hard cock pressing against my back. "Yo, Derek, what's that you got there, buddy?" I asked. "Sorry, dude, sorry, but you're hot, man," he replied. Joining in, Mark suggested "Hey Derek, if you think James is so how, why don't you show him how much you like his body?" With only the consideration of a second, Derek looked me up and down, grabbed my cock, and placed my hands on his ass as he began giving me an impassioned, if somewhat drunken, kiss. Knowing Derek was where we wanted him, Mark came over and the two of us helped Derek out of the pool, and into the bedroom, where Mark and I got ready to breed him. Somewhat to my surprise Derek said "Fuck, you're so hot! I can't believe this. I've never been with a guy." I murmured in reply, "Well, to be honest, I've wanted to play with you since I first saw you, so you're in luck: you'll get to play with not only me, but my buddy Mark." "I want your cocks inside me," Derek replied, but Mark suggested, "Well, maybe you should start by sucking us off for a while, and then we'll see who gets to tag your ass." And damn, for a first timer he gave a surprisingly good blow job, and while Derek worked on me, Mark began rimming him, getting him ready for my poz cock. Derek, fully aroused by the attention to his ass, was thoroughly excited, and I was happy when he abruptly stood-up, turned-around, and commanded "Fuck me, now." I graciously prepared to comply, and lubed his ass and myself with some Elbow Grease I had strategically placed in the night table drawer, but just as my head was knocking at his hole, Derek asked "Wait, do you have condoms?" Again I was prepared "Sure do," as I pulled one out of the same night table drawer. Derek slid the condom onto my cock, turned around, and presented his ass. Ever helpful Mark distracted him with some poppers, and I began to breach Derek's ass. "Good boy," I coo'd, "why not go down on Mark?" As he did so, I slowly worked my way into Derek's ass, although I admit I ran out of patience towards the end, and just rammed myself home. Naturally Derek yelped in surprise and pain, but I didn't pause: I fucked him vigorously, determined to leave my load in his hole. Fortunately Derek was a natural bottom, and within a minute or two had opened-up to the point he could exclaim "Oh, fuck, that feels amazing! Fuck me, James!" I urged him on, answering "You got it, buddy, take it. Take my cock!" "Fuck, I want you to fuck me every time you visit," he replied. I snickered thinking he was asking for more than he realized, but didn't let on, replying "Get on your back, Derek. I wanna see your eyes as I fuck you!" Now on his back, he replied "Oh, man, it hurts so good." And knowing I needed to shed the condom before I blew my load, I suggested "Hey Mark, why don't you crouch over Derek's face and let him rim your hole?" Mark and Derek thought this was a good idea, and as they positioned themselves, I kept pounding away, but each time I withdrew I surreptitiously slid the condom a bit off my cock, so by the time Derek's tongue slid into Mark's hole, I was barebacking Derek. Yup. My entire eight inch poz cock was now barebacking Derek, and I was very close to seeding him, so I asked "Fuck, Derek, where do you want me to cum?" "Blow your load in my ass, man, in my ass," Derek replied, only to resume rimming Mark. "Fuck, yeah, man, here it is!" I replied, as I pounded ever harder. My load was now about to blow, so I let both Derek and Mark know as much when I pushed my way in, balls-deep, and announced "Here, take it! Take my cum!" As I blew my load inside Derek's ass, he came at virtually the same moment. Not to be out done, Mark gave himself a couple of jerks and blew his load all over Derek's chest, and even Derek's face. So Derek was the model of a slut: cum covering his face as my cum, my poz cum, soaked into his ass. When we had caught our breath I gasped "Hey, buddy, you better get to bed before my brother gets home," but tired by the booze and the fuck, Derek passed-out, so Mark and I carried him into the spare bed and made him comfortable for the night.

Bar Breeding Last summer my boy and I went to a jockstrap party on the roof deck of a certain leather bar. We wore matching old-school elastic gym jockstraps, not the high fashion kinds that underwear models advertise. I loved the thought of hanging out with nothing but a jock between us and the outdoors, knowing we’d be surrounded by sweaty sexy men wearing just as little as we were. We arrived at sundown, undressed and checked our clothes, and had a few bottled beers. I needed to piss and went downstairs to the mens room to use the stainless steel trough. I saw a skinny tall guy with a nose piercing and a bleached blond buzzcut standing there with an enormous uncut cock hanging out letting his piss flow. I was taken by his big dick, and by his apparent joy in showing it off. I also noticed a biohazard tattoo peeking out over his pubes. The guy stood next to me, sneering or smiling as I whipped mine out and started to piss. He put his arm on my shoulder and I just grinned and smiled at him. He nodded silently to me and brought his free hand down to my dick, wrapping his hand around the base while I kept my stream going. When my stream died down, he shook it a few times and slipped it back into my jockstrap. Of course, his hand had given me a bit of a hard-on. I washed my hands and he muttered, ‘see you later.’ I went back upstairs and got two fresh beers for me and my boy. As I handed him his bottle, he snickered noting my hard-on straining the pouch of the jockstrap. My boy took his, we clinked bottles, and then he headed downstairs for a pee. I hadn’t had a chance to mention my POZ friend at the trough, but figured out that he’d learn on his own in no time. Sure enough, maybe ten minutes later, he came back with his own dick straining to get out of his pouch and a goofy grin. Without an explanation, he came up to me and wrapped his arms around me, kissing me hard. I was wondering if he tasted a little like cum. When he pulled off my mouth I asked, ‘What’s gotten into you?’ ‘Nothing… yet…’ He then told me that the guy had held his dick while he pissed then jerked him off. He shot his load into the guy’s hand. The guy licked up half and then smeared the rest of my boy’s fresh cum right into my boy’s mouth. I loved that my boy had given into his naughty streak and let a stranger make him cum, and that he’d just swapped his seed with me on a crowded deck where surely at least a few guys knew exactly what he’d just done. We grooved a little and made out on the deck and I went for two more beers. Our bathroom buddy appeared next to me, and I got a beer for him. We walked over to my boy and chatted a bit. As it got darker outside, guys all around us were getting more frisky. The guy kissed me on my cheek, then my boy. He groped his crotch while watching us make out. ‘I love couples,’ he said as he positioned himself behind my boy. Reaching around my boy, he grabbed my hips so the three of us were grooving together. I grabbed the POZ stranger’s saggy ass and squeezed. He slipped his fingers down towards my ass and stoked my hole a bit. I did the same to him, feeling his ass a bit moist and sticky, likely with someone’s cum. All the while, making out with my boyfriend, I got my sticky fingers and started massaging my boy’s meaty firm ass cheeks. I let my finger tease his hole, knowing I was playing with fire. My boy grabbed his cheeks and pulled them apart. I worked one sticky finger in before going back to the stranger’s hole for more natural lube. The POZ guy was really grinding on my boy’s ass and whispering filthy things while chewing on his ear. When my boy’s hole was opening up and wet with someone’s cum, I scooped the stranger’s cock out of the jock. I felt as his bare cock slid up and down my boy’s crack. My boy had his cheeks pulled as far apart as they would spread. He nodded to me, pleading for my help. I grabbed that POZ cock and angled it so the head was right at my boy’s hole. They nodded at each other then my boy looked into my eyes as he backed himself onto his first raw POZ cock. My boy groaned loudly enough that a few dudes on the roof deck turned and smiled, happy to watch the bare action unfolding in the crowd. One the stranger bottomed out inside my boy, he wrapped his arms around my neck for support and kept his eyes glued to mine until they glazed over. Hands were everywhere as other strangers touched my boy and his POZ top. The stranger looked up and me and raised his eyebrows as if to ask me for permission to breed my boy. I just nodded knowing it was going to happen whether I wanted it to or not, and I knew I wanted it to happen. I watched as his face twisted into a grimace and his pace quickened. He lurched forward as he started cumming deep in my boy’s guts. My boy collapsed into my chest as the stranger kept hammering bursts of toxic seed into his ass. My boy was covered in sweat as the top kissed him gently all over his back. My boy stood up and a few guys clapped. The stranger winked at me then backed into the crowd where I lost sight of him. My boy grabbed my face and kissed me deep. I pulled back and he looked at me surprised, like he was afraid that I didn’t want anything to do with him. On the contrary, I was so hard I knew I was going to cum soon. I spun my boy around and he grabbed his ankles. I slid easily into his stretched out puffy hole. I pounded him for as long as I could hold out, noting a frothy circle of cum churned out of his hole at the base of my cock in my matted sticky pubes. I jerked forward afraid my boy would loose his balance. I had been so busy focusing on my boy’s cummy hole that I hadn’t noticed that he was now choking on a muscle daddy’s thick cock. I came hard in him, adding my seed to the toxic load our stranger had left. I fired into him a few times thinking I was done. The whole scene was so hot, I came a few spurts on my boy’s back. He spun around and sucked my cock clean as the muscle daddy smeared my load into his hole with his own bare dick and slid in next. My boy’s hands were wrapped around my waist as the daddy bred him deep. When someone else tried to slide in, my boy threw up his hands. Three loads was apparently enough for him and we went to sit down on a bench. The muscle daddy brought over some beers and we toasted. When I was ready for another piss, my boy grabbed me and told me we needed to go before one of us took another three loads. We got dressed and went home where I fucked another load into him.

I just filmed Ethan Wolfe for one of the companies I direct for, Skynmen. I hadn't seen him since we did a scene together together for Treasure Island Media a few years back. He's looking awesome! - Nick Moretti

PART 5 I spent the next day feeling guilty and certain that I had HIV, when I wasn’t busy jerking of relving the whole scene. Then I would feel guilty again. How could I break all the rules my first time out? I had let a guy with HIV fuck me raw and I had even let him cum inside me. It was only when I jerked off that I let myself admit I hadn’t let him cum in me, I had made him cum in me. Why had I done that? The next day after that my horniness got the better of me and I logged on, just to look at his profile I told myself. Before I could get there though, I noticed I had a message. I clicked and it was from him and he had sent it late last night. “Chris, First of all, I had an amazing time with you and really felt a special connection. And i am really happy that I got to be your first Top. You left pretty quickly and I think I know why... the fact I am hiv positive. I normally wouldn’t have even met a guy quite As young as you, but you were just so sexy in your pictures and so eager to be with an older guy like me, i gave in. And then you had such a pretty hole and it smelled so good. And then it tasted so good. And you got my cock so hard with your mouth. I couldn’t help needing to be inside you and I gave in. And you needed it. You needed my cock inside of you. And you knew I wouldn’t use a condom. Or maybe you just didn’t think. You just gave in. And when I was fucking you and you couldn’t have it stop. It just couldn’t stop. You had to have my cock pistoning in and out of you. Even when you knew it would make me cum and I told you I was close. You gave in. You pulled me in and squeezed my cock with your hole and accepted my load. A poz guy was shooting spurt after spurt of his cum into your guts and you gave in. You wanted it. At first when you left, I felt a little guilty and thought maybe I shouldn’t have let it go so far. Here you are, 18 and now you have my hiv cum inside you. And you’ve taken it bareback. You are going to want to get fucked bare again. It’s too addicting. You will give in. You will need it. Cock and cum. Deep in your hole. You will just have to... give in. And I will be waiting to take care of your needs again. When you are hungry and can’t hold off anymore, come over. But there’s no condoms allowed here. And no pulling out. And you will leave full of my cum. Signed, Tim.” I wasn’t just hard when i finished reading that, I was sure i would cum if I even touched my cock. And then I noticed he was actually online. And without hesitation, I gave in. I messaged him, knowing that I was agreeing thAt I did want what he wanted too, to fill my ass with his cum. “Tim, I can’t stop thinking about it. Can I come over again?,” I wrote and hit send. It was maybe a minute later that I got my reply. It was one word,Now. My reply was just as quick, “On my way.” And after a few minutes cleaning myself up, I was out the door. And for the second time in 3 days, was on my way to be a hot older Top man’s bottom toy. The hiv thing definitely went thru my mind, but not nearly as much as the thought of how it felt like he had cum a quart of jizz inside me when he had shot last time. It was the cum I kept thinking about, taking cum.

Part 74 - Planting Lots More Seed When Joe got home, he sent out some messages seeing who might be available for Sunday’s meeting with Blaine and Carter. He also asked a few guys if they knew of a place to breed the brothers. Dennis told him the play room at the hotel was booked. Kyle suggested the storage room in the apartment building, but that seemed to be really risky for anything more than a ten minute pump-n-dump. Finally, Tony sent a reply saying they could use the small playroom at the club’s warehouse, reminding him that they just couldn’t let outsiders know where it was. It was Friday afternoon and he had everything set for Sunday’s second breeding. He sent a message to Blaine: Joe: “u guys still up for sunday?” Blaine: “yes. still sore” Joe: “lol. good. meet in Harrison’s parking lot under sign this afternoon at 3” Blaine: “ok, thx” Sunday morning Joe sent reminder messages to the guys he had contacted. Everyone confirmed he would be at the warehouse at 3:00 PM. Kyle and Joe drove over to the grocery store and parked the car, waiting for Blaine and Carter to show up. A few minutes before three, a pickup truck pulled in and stopped under the large sign, away from any other cars. Joe grabbed his duffle bag and he and Kyle wandered across the lot to the truck. It was a lot nicer than most of the work trucks that many farmers used - it was a 4x4 with big wheels, a crew cab and chrome everywhere. Joe walked up to the drivers window and said “Hop in back. I have some hoods for you guys to wear since you can’t know where we are taking you. I’ll drive.” “No fuckin way. No one drives my truck” said Blaine defensively. Joe shook his head, chuckling to himself. “Ok, then we’ll take our car. Park the beast” he said and started walking back to the car. With the truck parked, Blaine and Carter got into the back of Kyle’s car. Joe dug into the duffle bag and fished out two hoods and handed them to the brothers. Satisfied they couldn’t see out, Joe told them to lay down so no one could see two hooded guys in the car as they drove out of the parking lot. Joe drove around in circles for a few minutes and then drove an indirect route to the warehouse. He parked and they spun the brothers around and then led them inside. They walked through the darkened warehouse to a door and opened it up. Inside was a small playroom with a sling, cross and fuck bench in it. The lone fluorescent light hung from the ceiling and buzzed. Carter was led to the sling and told to stand still. Kyle removed the hood and then his shirt was pulled off, shoes removed and jeans pulled down. Carter was wearing a jockstrap that Kyle decided to leave on. Joe moved over to Blaine and removed the hood and his clothes. Kyle opened up the duffle and pulled four cuffs out and buckled them tightly around Carter’s wrists and ankles. Joe did the same with Blaine who now had a worried look on his face. His eyes got even bigger when the ball gag was pulled out of the box and put on Carter’s head along with a leather blindfold. Joe moved the fuck bench back several feet so that Blaine would be able to have a three quarters view of the guys fucking his brother in the sling. He led Blaine to the bench and Blaine kneeled down on it and felt the cold leather on his stomach. Joe locked his arms and legs down while Kyle leaned Carter back into the sling and secured him too. Joe opened up a cooler and pulled out two cum cubes and pushed one into Blaine and then walked over to Carter and pushed the other one into his hole. Carter yelled out in surprise as he felt the ice cold cube pop inside him. Kyle grabbed two ski masks from the box and walked out of the room. The guys Joe had organized were in the room next door and all were naked and stroking their cocks. Kyle walked in and grinned at the guys. “I’m going to start and open him up, you guys figure out what order you want to fuck him in. We’ll go until everyone is empty. Joe said he hopes each of us can give him at least two loads” Kyle told the guys. “I want to suck each of you guys before you fuck him, so I’ll go last” said Aaron. The other guys nodded and Tony started pointing at guys to set the order. Aaron dropped to his knees and started sucking Kyle’s cock, covering it in spit. Tossing ski masks to the next two guys Kyle remarked "Wear these if you want to keep it anonymous. They’ve already seen me, but it’s up to you if you want to cover your head.” “You ready?” yelled Joe. “Just a minute” Kyle yelled back. “Too late, my dick is already inside him” Joe replied as he slowly pushed his cock all the way in. Blaine was moaning around the gag and Joe could feel his cock push the rapidly melting cube in deeper. Kyle walked into the room and approached the sling. “Get ready to be poz, Carter. We’re not stopping until we’re all out of bugs to give you” Kyle said, rubbing his cock around Carter’s cumhole. Kyle shoved his cock into Carter, knowing he would be tight and there was just the melted cum cube to help him out. Carter screamed out as loud as he could around the gag. Kyle knew his job as the first one in was to do some damage so that all of the loads had an easy entry into Carter’s body. He pulled out and slammed back in, holding the chains of the sling tight. Kyle rocked his hips and started fucking Carter’s hole slowly. He fucked faster and then got Carter swinging so he was fucking himself on Kyle’s shaft. Kyle looked over and Blaine was staring at his brother getting impaled over and over while his own hole was being reamed by Joe’s cock. Blaine could see the biohazard tattoo between Kyle’s shoulders and knew that Joe didn’t seem to be messing around. He watched Kyle thrust his cock viciously into Carter and wondered how many guys were going to breed his brother. Kyle and Joe pounded the brothers who were both grunting around their gags. Kyle began grunting too and then pulled Carter tight as his cock began to spew virus filled cream into Carter’s fertile cunt. “There’s one poz load in” Joe said as he kept fucking Blaine. Kyle pulled out and fingered the cum that was dripping out back into Carter as Tony walked in. Tony didn’t flinch when he saw the 18 year old in the sling awaiting as many toxic loads as they could muster and turn him into a virus filled slut. His cock slid into the cummy hole and he shoved his hips in, pushing Carter away and then tugged back on his legs when he pulled away too far. Tony’s cock was leaking precum every second he was inside Carter and his balls were preparing an extra strong dose to inject into the boi’s hole. Tony had delayed the start of his treatment so he could breed one more guy even though Dr. Simms had advised against it. His viral load had skyrocketed and his CD4 counts had dropped very low in the past few weeks. His partner Derrick was too weak to even show up that day. “FUCK!” screamed out Tony as he shot millions of viral swimmers into Carter’s chute, mixing with Kyle’s seed. Joe hammered Blaine’s ass while Tony bred Carter and then yelled out “There’s two!” Dennis heard his cue and pulled his cock out of Aaron’s mouth and walked next door. He saw the cum dripping out of the hole and moved in quickly, aiming his rigid shaft at the younger brother’s pussy and drove in all the way. Carter yelled out but Dennis ignored it and just began fucking his hole. This was a pump n dump and he planned on dumping a couple loads into Carter. The chains were jangling and Dennis was grunting as the cum started to rise. Joe picked up pace to match Dennis. Dennis let out a yell and ropes of infected cum flooded into Carter’s ass. Joe was right behind and unleashed his first load of the day into Blaine. “Three” Joe yelled out as the last spurt shot into the older brother. Luis walked in, spit still dripping off his cock from Aaron’s blow job. His goal was to be done in under three minutes. He held Carter’s legs and easily slipped into the sloppy, gaping hole. Once he bottomed out, he began to hammer Carter’s ass. His body slammed into Carter’s and even though Carter was trying to squeeze his ass around Luis’s shaft, it was still a loose fuck. Luis pulled out stroked his cock several times and then thrust in deep, unleashing a four day load of toxins into Carter’s ass. Joe was back pounding Blaine and yelled out “Four!” Luis pulled his cock out and leaned down and licked the mixture of cum that was seeping out of Carter’s swollen hole. Steven grabbed Luis by the hair and pulled him back explaining "Out of my way. I’m so fuckin’ close.” With that Steven’s cock sunk into Carter and he was drilling him in seconds. A puddle of cum was growing on the floor under Carter’s ass but Steven was going to replenish what was inside Carter soon. Steven fucked faster and then planted his cock in deep. The cum pumped into the chaser’s cunt, with both Steven and Carter yelling out. “That’s five!” Joe called out. Ryan was the next to dip his cock into the toxic froth in Carter’s ass. Aaron’s oral skills had him on the edge and feeling all of the other charged loads coating his cock quickly drove him over. Joe watched him pound Carter’s ass, ignoring the grunts, screams and yells. Joe’s own relentless fucking of Blaine was taking a toll and he knew he would need a break after his next load. Blaine himself was whimpering from the nonstop pounding. Ryan slammed his cock in one more time and his charged load shot into Carter’s soaked hole. After his balls were empty, Ryan fell down on top of Carter and told him “You better share once you’re poz.” He got up and looked over at Joe who was delivering his second toxic load of the day to Blaine’s neg ass. As Joe withdrew he grunted asking “Six and two. Who’s next?” Nick entered the room as Ryan left. He remembered his own group conversion fuck. He never knew if that was what sealed his fate or if it was one of the numerous loads Aaron gave him in the week after that did it. He loved both experiences and now it was his turn to pay it back. He dug his fingers into the battered hole and twisted them around, coating his fingers with the mixture of tainted spooge. He couldn’t feed it to Carter since the gag was in the way, so he licked them clean himself. He saw streaks of red and the rest was varying shades of pink. He dug his fingers in a second time, this time clawing his fingernails into the flesh. Carter writhed and Nick slapped Carter’s hard cock with his hand. Nick stood up and slid his cock in and started driving in and out. He let the sling do most of the work and by this time Carter’s ass was loose and wasn’t giving him the friction he needed to get off. He used his fist to stroke his cock and then shove into Carter’s hole. He jacked almost to the point of cumming and then finished off inside his victim’s ass. Five strong spurts joined the viral muck already attacking Carter’s body. Joe yelled out “Seven loads in” and Nick walked back to the other room. Aaron eagerly cleaned Nick’s cock, like he had everyone before him. Each time the taste seemed to change slightly and it turned him on. Jaime walked up to the sling nervously. He had only recovered from the fuck flu a few weeks ago, the result of two and a half weeks of daily breedings from Joe and Kyle. He had been having sex with guys since his senior year of high school but it had never been more than a three way and no one had ever watched him fuck a guy. This was a strange experience for him, since he had been driven to this building blindfolded and had no idea where he was. Still, his dick was hard and throbbing as he slid it into Carter’s pussy and he tried to ignore Blaine and Joe’s eyes watching him. Jaime had never felt a hole this loaded before and he felt a spurt shoot out of his cock as soon as he got fully in. To get the job done, he figured he just had to dump all of his newly charged cum into the boi’s hole, but he wanted to fuck too. A quick thought of his first attempt to fuck a girl cooled his balls off enough to let him fuck into Carter. Five minutes of thrusting later he couldn’t delay the shots of cum any longer and he was pumping in yet another strain to mix with the guys before him. “We got eight” Joe yelled out. Jaime stood there after the last spurt shot out, enjoying the feeling until he felt a hand on his shoulder. Aaron was not going to wait any longer. His cock was dripping on the floor and it was hard as steel. Jaime moved away and Aaron’s cock slammed in, shoving Carter away and off his cock. As Carter swung back, his cock drove in again. Each thrust from Aaron was pushing some of the seed out of Carter’s tortured hole and on to the floor. Several minutes later, he grabbed the chains and kept Carter from bouncing away as his cock pulsed and shot his viral cum inside. His body shook and when it stopped, Joe pulled him back. “Nine loads. You guys get a half hour break and then we go again” he told Blaine and Carter. Each of the guys took their turn breeding Carter’s destroyed ass a second time. He whimpered the whole time, sometimes screaming if the abuse got too rough. Joe was able to dump two more loads into Blaine’s cunt and sealed it up with a plug and then let Blaine watch the last few guys add more venom into his brother’s guts. Tony tried to go a third time, but he was to weak to properly fuck Carter. He stroked off and then shoved in at the last second. Dennis and Jaime added a third load, but the rest of the guys were drained. Everyone left, leaving Joe, Kyle, Blaine and Carter in the room. Joe helped Carter to his feet and took off the blindfold and gag. It took a while for him to acclimate to the brightness, but he saw Joe remove the last restraint from his brother and then the gag. It shocked him to see his brother tied down like that but also excited him. He had never seen his brother bottom until Joe had fucked him the other day. Blaine was always the top when they fucked or when someone else had come over for sex. He remembered the one guy’s comment that Carter had better share when he was poz and he realized he had better start learning how to fuck and not just be a cumdump bottom. Joe and Kyle hooded the brothers and then led them back to the car. Another confusing drive back to the strip mall and Joe and Kyle let them out to head home. With their asses plugged, none of the cum was going to leak out. Blaine was determined to leave the plugs in until morning.

Went to the bathhouse last night with my boyfriend. It was his first time there. We agreed to play separately and not cockblock each other. It was a wild night and we ended-up staying for six hours during which I was topped four times, taking two loads, and additionally I blew three guys, swallowing one load, and topped three guys, including my boyfriend. He was topped nine times, taking five load, having topped twice. We both had a great time and are going to go back next month. When we got home we talked about how many loads we had in our ass while we flip-fucked. I made it a point to tell him I was fucking those five loads as deep into his guts as I could, and after some time I bred him with a huge load. After I had cum he had me lay down and smoothly slid into my ass, fucking me for a short time after which he painted my guts with his baby batter. We grabbed a bite to eat then he squatted over a chair to see how much cum came out of his ass. The cum oozing out of his hole constituted a good sized puddle. I followed suit, but the boyfriend won, as he obviously had received more cum injections that night than had I. We crashed and, upon wakening in the morning, we both noticed cum was continuing to dribble out of our ass. I take perverse pleasure in thinking about all that cum trying to fertilize our asses while we slept.

Last night my 57 yo huz got this 30 something local Japanese, dark-skinned poz cutie to drive half way across Honolulu at 11:00 at night to come meet us at our vacation rental house. We stripped him right off. One of us fed him dick while the other tongued hss ass. We traded. Before I knew it, my huz had him legs over his shoulders, pumping his raw dick in this boy’s hole. The way my huz was rutting and moaning, I thought he’s having a good time. And like that he came. Husband withdrawn, the boy rolled back holding his legs up and ass out asked, “You want me like this?” Did I! I assumed the position, smeared my precum and husbands cum around the hole and pushed in. And in. And he seemd set to get a rhythm started. I said “No I want to be ALL the way in,” and kept pushing. I hit this spot where he jerked like it hurt some and then he smiled. GOD I LOVE WHEN THAT HAPPENS I started in and out trying to hit deep every time. Churning the load in there . . . him wanting my tongue . . him wanting my dick .. .him wanting my load. “I am going to cum” I announced. “No really I am cumming now ”, I said as I kept thrusting while I could feel the spurting happening. Then I stopped, trying to hit deep as possible at that spot where he winced, feeling just the flex of each ejaculation spasm tail off . He liked that. He started in stroking himself while squeezing my cummy turgid dick with his ass. FUCK volleys of cum flying from him falling on his perfect tan skin. I licked some up and kissed him with it. FUCK FUCK FUCK that was fun.

If this isn't the place where we can share our fetishes, I don't know what is. Do any other tops get off on raw fucking big chub ass? Sometimes it's a challenge pulling apart those huge butt cheeks but I fucking love getting in there. 250Lbs ... 300 ... 350 .... haven't yet met a chub I didn't want to fuck and inseminate. Would also like to hear from chubs who like taking it up their big unprotected asses.

I was on BBRT and had been watching his profile off and on for the last hour. "Daddy seeks boy to use and share." Seemed like a no-brainer to this horny pup so I messaged him and unlocked my pics. He responded a few minutes later with a simple sentence "I wanna own you." We quickly exchanged messages and he agreed to meet me at Steamworks. He asked if I partied, to which I replied I was just a pot head. He replied simply "Cool" and suggested I bring a joint or two, to which I agreed. An hour later I was buying a fresh bottle of poppers when my cell went off. It was a room number in the baths which I recognized as one of the sling rooms. I quickly ran across the street after leaving the store and headed into Steamy's. It was an easy in. I got a basic room to store my stuff, showered and put on my maple leaf jock, and headed to the designated room and knocked on the door. The guy who opened the door looked nothing like the sexy Daddy with whom I had chatted online. Instead of a 6'2, 260 pound grey bearded stocky Daddy with a seven inch club for a cock, there was a cub. A very sexy 6'4 stocky cub in a leather harness with the widest cock I had ever seen. I couldn't take my eyes off his cock as it was obscenely large. "Hi boy, your Dad's in here." Sure enough the Daddy Bear for whom I was looking to play was on the bed wearing a identical leather harness to that worn by the stocky cub, except that the Daddy Bear was also wearing a master's cap and boots. I entered the room and the cub said his name was Locke, and that he was Sir Ian's buddy. Sir Ian got off the bed and walked over to us and we all started talking for a minute. As I offered to fire up one of the joints I bought. We exchanged the basics as I checked out how he set up the room. There was lube and a few bottles of water and these two furry guys. I was getting buzzed and it showed. Sir Ian started kissing me and forcing air down my throat. As he did this Locke got behind me and was fingering spit soaked finger into my hole. I was in paradise. Then I heard one of those torch lighters behind me and then Locke turned me around and blew a lung full of smoke into me as he kissed me. It tasted really strange but I went with it. We blew the smoke back and forth between us for about 45 seconds. Ian apparently re-lit the pipe because I heard the torch and soon he spun me around and he also swapped smoke with me. After that something hit me, because I was soaring and hot. Ian laid me in the sling as I saw that the pipe they were smoking from wasn’t a pot pipe but a glass pipe filled with white smoke. I asked what it was and Ian said it was Tina. I smiled and said I had never done it. He said I was in for a treat because Locke was had access to an excellent supplier, and as long as I wanted to be in the sling I could have all I wanted. He continued saying that Locke wanted to fuck me first and as often as he liked, that Locke enjoyed breaking in guys' asses. As we did this exchange Locke’s cock started getting hard. It was really the biggest cock I had ever seen. It was now rock hard and looked like a mushroomed capped can of hair spray. It was ten inches long and as wide around as coke can. They both smiled as I stared in disbelief, and said I doubted I could accommodate his cock. But I reached into my jock, grabbed my poppers and said "I wanted to try, Sir," promising to be a good pup and make both of them happy. Those were my last words before the big cub kneeled between my legs and started eating my ass like he was a starved man. Sir Ian came up to my head and started working my nipples while telling me what a great slut I was gonna be and how tonight he was my daddy and I was going to be the best pig in tubs. He lit the pipe again and this time he held it for me to use. I took a deep hit and began kissing Sir, all the while swapping the smoke. About then I felt air on my ass, followed by cool lube being rubbed over my twitching wet hole. I heard Locke say "Poppers" and my new daddy grabbed my bottle and held them under my nose as Locke lined up his raw cock to my hungry hole. I took a big hit of the poppers even though the T and breath control was already starting to launch me higher. Sir and Locke exchanged a smile as Locke pushed into my hole.

I recently had a weekend trip to Indianapolis. Had posted a party on BBRT, and it was a bust. Totally SUCKS when guys are approved to attend, and dont even bother to check out your email about party information. I was determined to take some seed though, so hit the mobile aps. A young 20 y/o old hit me up first. Now Its not often that a young twink wants to breed and older bottom bear like myself, so I was skeptical at first. He said he was big time into daddy/son roleplay, which I find hot! We met outside the hotel lobby, and discussed the role play. He wanted to be my son, and I would catch him watching porn, and then punish him. Although he was 20, he told me he wanted to role play as being 17. Both of us were getting hard at the though, and it was obvious while sitting outside. I agreed, and went to the room to put some porn on the computer. Honestly, I thought he would bolt while I did. Before I went to the room, he said he had poppers, and asked me to leave them on nightstand. I QUICKLY went to room, and put poppers and some lube on the nightstand. When I returned, he was still there. I gave him my card key, and room number, and told him Id be up in about 10 minutes and told him to be hard and stroking on bed watching porn. He said make it 5 minutes! He headed up to room, and in 5 minutes I came up and entered room. Now I could tell he had a nice cock while outside, and I wasn't wrong. He had a beautiful 8 inch cock, light fur around his crotch, and an amazing treasure trail. I chose a daddy/son porn to have on computer. I was slightly afraid he would go through my things while in room while I was out. In a sense, he did. There were also two open beers on the nightstand. As I entered the room, he immediately said, "daddy what are you doing home so early?" I just said, "what the fuck are you watching?" He immediately said gay porn daddy, Im sorry. Keeping up with the role play, I simply said that "daddy needs to punish you for that!" I immediately stripped, and threw him ass up over my lap and started to slap his ass until it was good and red. He kept pleading for me to stop, but that just made me slap him harder. As he was across my lap, I could feel the pre cum leaking from his cock. I knew I couldn't continue much longer, or he would blow his load. He proceeded to tell me that he had always fantasized about breeding his daddy. I simply told him, that time has come. I rolled him off my legs, and got on all 4's and said go for it! I thought he would immediately begin to mount me, but he spread my cheeks and gave me the most amazing rim job. I was rock hard, and pre cumming. He reached down and got some cum from my cock, and lubed my hole with it. Although the lube was there, cum was all he used. He showed NO mercy, and went balls deep on the first thrust. It was amazing! Even though he was pre cumming a lot, he fucked me for a good 10-15 minutes before seeding my ass. Afterwards we rolled over and kissed. As we laid in bed, he told me that he had something he needed to tell me. He explained that he was afraid to tell me that he was gay, and had been fucking since he was 14, and positive! Of course, I told him I was pissed, and he needed to be punished again. This time, I made him get on all 4's and beat him with my belt! His ass was a NICE shade of red! I didn't want to stop, but he actually started crying, so I did. Honestly didn't think it was role play at this point. As I love having my ass beat, I know a good dom will always rub it softly, and sometimes lick or kiss it which I did. Now it is RARE that I top, but this had my average cock rock hard. I had him roll on his back, and told him it was time for him to take what well have been my last negative load. He thanked me and I lubed him up, and went to town. As I figured, I did not last more than 5 minutes, but damn it felt great topping a twink! After that, we simply cuddled, and agreed that the role play would end, and so it did. I expected him to just leave, but he didn't. He did tell me that he had a GREAT time, and that he enjoyed the role play. He did tell me that he was poz, but undetectable and on meds. After that, he told me he wanted to breed me again, but no role play, just hot sex! Who was I to disagree? He fuckt me 2 more times and was AMAZING. Gotta LOVE the stamina of twinks! Especially those who want to breed an older bottom bear like me! This was my second encounter with a twink in a little over a year. I wish more twinks had interest in breeding older bottom bears like me. I doubt I will ever get back to Indy, but he has kept in touch with me. He only let me take 1 pic, and its posted here,

5. Hector I looked at the clock. It was 7:45. The sun was already shining bright. It had been ninety minutes since the faggot boy up on 54 had carefully crept out of the building. It was the advantage of the motion sensing system; even as lazy as I was, I still saw most of what happened in the early hours. But it was getting busier. If he came home much later, I wasn't going to get a chance to fuck him over. I shifted slightly in my seat. My dick was definitely in the mood to fuck him over, and it was making even sitting a bit uncomfortable. Just as soon as I adjusted myself, I looked at the screen. The faggot boy was coming back. I killed the key reader at the back. He was going to have to come in through the front. Come in through me. He went up to the door, swiped his card, and nothing happened. He swiped it again, before noticing the LED wasn't even lit. He stood up, and started to head to the front. Just to fuck with him, I turned the reader back on just as soon as he rounded the corner. If he went back, it would be mysteriously working again. But I didn't have to bother. He came straight in, right up to me. "Hey, you know the card reader in the back isn't working?" I tried not to laugh. His fake bravado was undercut by the cum dried on his face. "I've heard that. We've got someone coming to look at it soon. In the meantime, let's double check your card is working right." I stood up and motioned the boy to follow me into the storage room in the back. He knew exactly what I had planned for him and he followed me without another word. "Your card," I asked, as I carefully locked the door behind us. He handed it over to me. His swagger from thirty seconds ago was gone. Another minute, he'd be on his knees, sucking my cock. Another five minutes, and I'd be fucking his hole hard, deep, and raw. "You're out early today," I said. "What were you doing?" He looked down; he was properly embarrassed about what he had been doing even without saying a word. "Oh, I was hanging out with friends." He tried to be nonchalant about it. "At 8:00am?" I asked. I leaned up against one of the storage racks. It was filled with packages residents still hadn't yet picked up. "Was one of your friends named Tina?" "Yeah," he said, sheepishly. He still wasn't meeting my eyes. This was hardly the first time he had told me about partying. "From the cum smeared across your face, seems like you had a good time." "Yeah," he repeated, still looking down. This wasn't even the first time he had been back here with me. He was still fully dressed; it was presumptuous of a faggot like him to not have already stripped down for me. "Bet you need more," I said. "Strip, faggot." That I even had to ask was a mistake he was going to atone for soon enough. He pulled off his shirt. His shorts were riding low enough that I could see the waist band of his jockstrap and his pubes sticking out from under it. But his chest was just as smooth as ever. "Shorts too," I said. "Your ass is your best asset." "Yes, sir," he said. At least he hadn't forgotten how to address a real man. "Show me your hole," I said. He turned away from me, spread his legs and bent over. His ass cheeks were perfect: half melons, hard from muscle, framed by the straps of his jock. He reached back and pulled one cheek to the side. The simple act gave me a clear view of his hole, smooth and hairless, ready to welcome my uncut brown cock and my thick Latino cum. "You're gonna get fucked, faggot," I said. "Please, Sir," he said, grabbing his other cheek. His hole was completely exposed, and my dick was throbbing in my pants. All that was important was I needed to get my dick into his hole. I didn't even bother stripping down; I just unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock. Through his legs, the cocksucker stared as my dick emerged, his eyes locked on my shaft. "Put it in me," he murmured. "All the way in your culo," I said. "You already seeded?" "No. Just sucked my bud off." His legs were starting to shake a bit; he was tweaking hard, and he needed something to focus on. I knew just the thing to help him. I walked over to where he was bent over and lined up my cock with his hole. I spit on it a few times; he deserved a bit of lube. "Fuck. Be slow." "Why," I started, and pressed my dick against his hole. "Should," I continued, as I rammed into him, brutally opening him up. "I." Two inches of my shaft disappeared into his hole. "Care." Another five inches entered his body. "Fuck," he gasped. "Not so..." he started. But I cut him off. "Shut the fuck up, faggot. No one cares what a cocksucker says." I paused for a second, mostly to enjoy the sensation of a hot, wet hole welcoming my dick. The shift had been utterly boring, and it was nice to have some fun right before I had to head back home. It was particularly nice to be able to pound this particular faggot's hole. He had been out of town for a few days, and I had missed the way his hole sucked in my dick and then milked it dry. This was the natural order of the world, a man like me enjoying some stupid faggot's body. I pushed the last inch of my dick into the young man's hole. He gasped but that only made my cock harder. "You still got any favors?" I asked. "Yeah," he said. "I do. Pipe's empty, but I've got some more tina." "My pipe's just fine," I said. I pulled my dick out. It was clean, although already shiny with spit and ass juice. "Get me your stash, and bend over the desk." He pulled a zippered case out of his shorts. He opened it and pulled out a small baggie. It was full of water-clear crystals. It had been years since I had been able to enjoy; I got tested too often on this job to risk partying any longer. But it didn't mean I didn't enjoy getting a faggot fucked up and revel in the depravity that ensued. "Give it here," I said. He handed it over without protest. From the weight, I guessed it was nearly five grams; the faggot wasn't messing around today. "And fucking bend over," I repeated, when he hesitated and instead watched what I was doing with the tina. "Yes sir," he said meekly and bent over the desk, his head pressed against the smooth wood surface, his face carefully bent away from me. I opened the bag of crystal, and removed a single small shard. Still, it was going to be more than enough for what I had planned. I stuck my pinky under my foreskin, lifting it up just enough to stick the shard underneath. It would melt a bit, and give me a bit of a high. But most of it would land in the poor tweaker boy's ass, pushing him sky-high. It scratched a bit, and the familiar burn came soon after. I spit on my dick twice, then lined it up with my boy's asshole. "Fucking take it, puta," I grunted, as I pressed my dick back into his hole. There was just enough spit for it to enter easily. But, at about inch four, I felt my foreskin slide back. The motion released my dickhead's first mind-altering payload directly into the faggot's tender asshole. "Fuck," the boy said. "You fucking dosed me." "I'm sorry," I said. I slapped his ass just in case he needed to be reminded of who was in charge here. "I didn't hear what you said." "Fuck," he hissed under his breath. I pushed my dick a bit deeper, feeling the shard scrape against our shared skin. He gasped, but managed to force himself to speak. "Thank you, Sir." "Hell yeah," I said. I pushed my dick the rest of the way in, feeling my pre-cum begin to drip. It was helping to lube up the boy and to melt the crystal. "You're gonna get a big fucking load. Straight from my goddamn Latin dick." "Fuckin' A!" he yelped. I slapped his ass. I didn't want anything interrupting this, or at least not before I had gotten my nut off in him. "Better remember how to enjoy it," I said. "Cause I'm not stopping until I cum in that tweaked-out ass of yours." I slid out a few inches, then shoved my dick back into the boy. As I did so, the shard broke up. I hardly cared. If anything, the smaller fragments would get absorbed far faster and that meant I could properly rape-fuck the faggot. "And I'm not pulling out, either." "Please Sir," he gasped. I reached under him and grabbed his balls. Like his cock, they had shrunk a bit under the influence of the crystal. I squeezed them, just hard enough to remind him who was in charge. "Fuck, Sir. Please Sir. Give me your load." He struggled a little bit, but not enough to matter. It only served to force my shaft deeper into his body. "That's what I like to hear, tweaker boy," I said. I squeezed his balls a little harder. His ass clenched, as he struggled to deal with the pain. My dick twitched in reaction and dripped more pre-cum into him. From previous encounters, I knew he was a total slut. The dried cum on his face only re-enforced that perception. I hoped the next guy liked sloppy seconds, because by the time I had finished seeding his hole, he was going to be burping cum. "And stop fighting it. We both know you love getting fucked hard." He relaxed slightly, and I took the opportunity to slam my dick deep into his guts. He immediately clenched back up, but it only served to lock my dick right in place in his ass. "Just take it faggot," I said, grabbing his waist, and levering myself another half inch into his body. His body was completely my play thing now, and I wasn't going to take anything less than full domination. For both of us, me dominating him was the right thing to do. Faggots were always happier when they had a real man's cock in their mouth or ass and men were always happier when they didn't have to hold back. He wasn't the only arrogant faggot in the building. They acted so superior, until they saw my dick and then they were powerless to say no to anything I asked of them. I started dosing guys three years ago. A year later, I stopped bothering with condoms. It was bareback or nothing. If anything, they started coming more often. Another year, and I stopped listening to them tell me how it felt. All that was important was how it felt for me. I pulled my dick out and slammed it back in. His ass struggled to take me in, but that was part of the attraction. Something taken by force is delectable and satisfying than the plain banality of something freely given. His sudden grunts were all I needed to power through a hard-pounding, deep-dicking hole raping. He struggled for a bit, before my anal assault became too much. I was surprised that he had lasted as long as he did. The tina must have been really kicking in. "Fuck, Sir, Please Sir," he grunted. My dick twitched. There was nothing like a tweaked-out faggot begging for cock that made me drip pre-cum. The utter depravity of a man giving it up for another man, not just allowing me to do this to him, but begging me. "Fuck me, Sir," he repeated over and over again. It was his prayer to the only god he recognized or understood, a man's cock. I pushed my dick in, and held it there. "You want more?" I asked, letting a bit of pre-cum drip out. "Please Sir," he said. The certainty was no longer there. He remembered what had happened times before, when his god was a vengeful god. L pressed my weight against his hole, and my shaft sunk in deeper. He moaned, it was hard to tell if it was from pleasure or pain. It was harder for me to care which it was. His hole felt just fine squeezing and milking my shaft. "Um," he started. "Um, Maybe," he continued. It was hard for him to get the words out. "I'm not sure." It was now clear it wasn't pleasure any longer. It's hurting a bit." I moaned in pleasure. There was something about eliciting that reaction from him that felt like I had just unlocked a personal accomplishment. I pulled out from his hole. Not all the way, but enough to make him think it might be over. "Oh?" I asked. I gently stroked his hole with my shaft. "You know, we don't have to do this. Ever." I put the emphasis on the last word. I had always made it clear with my faggots that they were free to say no. But their "no" would be final. I'd never touch them again. I can't say it wasn't difficult; when some of the pitiful little faggots came back begging, it was often hard to say no, to busting them up and reminding them what pitiful beasts they were. "But, it's.... it’s so big," he grunted. I smiled and pushed it back into him. "You're hurting me," he grunted. His face was pressed up against the desk with his left cheek pressing against the dusty surface. His face was rigid in pain. My dick was rigid in pleasure. "Oh?" I asked. I started slowly but intently slam-fucking him. Each forceful thrust into his guts elicited a yelp, but despite it, he didn't tell me to stop. "I think I'm enjoying this fuck," I said, as I fell into a steady rhythm of sliding into him, dripping some pre-cum, then pulling out. "Fucking want to pound you," I said, slowly picking up the pace. "Please, Sir," he moaned. But this time, there was no longer the anger and fear in his voice. The crystal I had dosed him with had melted and it was now kicking in. It was the perfect timing; I needed to get off, but I wasn't interested in holding him down. "Breed me Sir, the faggot moaned. With those words, he had given himself completely over to me. "Fucking breed you," I replied. "Breed that faggot hole hard," I grunted as I slammed the entire length of my dick into his hole. He gasped, his eyes widened, but yet, he still managed to clamp that hole tight around my dick. "Breed that faggot hole deep," I grunted as I pulled out and pushed back in, breaking down the last of his resistance to my manhood. "Please Sir, breed me. Give me your seed, Sir." The crystal had worked its magic, and he was now in full-fledged cum slut mode. He would do anything, pay almost any price to get the next load. I checked my watch. Unfortunately, I had only a few more minutes before the next shift would be arriving. I wouldn't be able to put the slut through his full paces, but, there was no way I was going to pass up the chance to nut in him at least once. "Please, Sir," he repeated. His voice was unnaturally even and expressionless. It was the same for his eyes. They were still open, but they were focused on some distant, unknowable point. The crystal had taken him away, and he was lost somewhere in his own world. I slapped his ass hard, and slammed my dick back into him. I didn't want him escaping the utter reality of my fuck. "Fuck!" he grunted, as he jerked back to the inescapable present. "Oh God," he continued. "Fucking big dick," he said. At the last minute, he remembered what he needed to be saying. "Thank you, Sir." I laughed. It was just pure, animal joy. I had gotten my dick up some guy's hole, and he was begging me to cum inside him. I would head some satiated and happy, the faggot would walk home exhausted, sore, and filled with sperm. I hadn't meant the laugh to come across cruel; it was just a laugh. Besides, my need to fuck hard was just as valid as the fag's need to be raped. There was no cruelty in maintaining the proper order of nature. "Just," he started. I slammed my dick into him, and he gasped. "No," I said. "I'm gonna get off the way I want to." Unlike some sluts, he took my cock mostly uncomplaining. I hated a faggot who constantly complained and was not above using some duct tape to keep him quiet. My dick throbbed. As much as I wanted to prolong the pleasure, I was already working on borrowed time. I needed to be at the front desk when the next shift arrived. "Hell yeah," I grunted, and slammed my dick in and out a few times. I finally settled with my cockhead nestled deep in the fag's hole. I held it there for a second, feeling how hot his hole was. I had never used a condom on him. I always fuck a faggot bareback and yet, they never seemed to get knocked up. The entire length of my dick tingled. I pulled out half an inch and then shoved it back in. It was the last bit of stimulation I needed and the monster between my legs took over. My balls clenched up tight and my staff thickened. I heard the fag gasp. "Fucking going to breed you," I said and slammed my dick all the way into his hole. He gasped again. I responded by shooting the first spurt of cum deep in his hole. "Fucking." I shot another spurt of man-juice into his hole. "Breeding." One more jet was injected deep in his hole. "You." I stopped any pretense of speaking, and just unloaded in his ass. Two more spurts landed inside of the cocksucker, then a third and fourth. My orgasm seemed to go on forever, through several more jets of cum. It was the way a real man came. It was intense, demanding, and uncompromising. "Fuck," the fag grunted, his entire body shivering from intensity of my orgasm. "Fuck, please," he moaned. I couldn't tell if he was begging for more, or for less. I went with more, and pushed all the way back into him, and unleashed several more jets. "Fill me up," he grunted. "Fucking fill me with your seed." He had that distant look again. The crystal had convinced him that he wasn't being fucked; it was just his body going through a rough bit. I checked my watch. I had only a few more minutes, and I couldn't get caught for this. It wasn't enough time to fuck him properly, but there was more than enough time to properly fuck him up. "You want it all, faggot?" I ask. "Yeah," he says, his voice once more distant. "Please, Sir. I want it all." I was even getting his permission to fuck him over. I grabbed the little bag of crystal, and extracted another thick shard from it. The cocksucker was already tweaked. This was going to put him into fucking orbit. I almost wished my shift was not coming to an end because it was going to be hot to watch the parade of men arrive to fuck him, then leave not twenty minutes later. "You're going to get it, faggot," I said. I started to pull my dick out of his hole. I was careful not to let any of the cum that I had just injected into him drip out of his hole. It was important that the cocksucker make my fluids part of his body. "Get damn everything," I said, as another few inches of my dick emerged from his hole. It was wet and glossy from the cum, and still impressively thick and hard. "Please, don't pull out," he said. But it was too late. With a wet popping sound, my dickhead slipped from his hole. I silently counted how long it took for his hole to close back up. One second went by, and I could still see the pool of cum in his anus. Then two and three seconds, and his hole tightened up enough to hide the cum. Only after five long and slutty seconds did his ass finally close up. My dick was the one with the power and it had done this to the faggot. My dick twitched in pleasure. "Just wait," I said. I pinched the shard between my thumb and forefinger. I had barely brushed my fingers against his but that it opened up and let me push in. I pushed in past two knuckles before pausing, but eventually, both fingers and their potent cargo were palm-deep in his hole. "There," I said. I released the shard, and carefully pushed the crystal a bit deeper in his hole. "Ooooof," he muttered. "What's that?" I pulled back and quickly found his prostate. I rubbed it twice, which was all he needed to start moaning in pleasure. It would be a minute or two before the warmth really kicked in and he realized that I had dosed him. "Fuck," I said. I slapped his ass; when he looked back, he saw me glancing at my watch. "Gotta get back to work, faggot. Get dressed." He paused, longer than any cocksucker should ever think about an order. I slapped his ass. "Get dressed," I repeated. I stuffed my cock into my underwear and got dressed again. The cocksucker pulled up his shorts, barely even trying to hide his freshly-fucked hole. The cocksucker grabbed the bag of crystal off the desk; I doubt he noticed that there were two fewer shards in it. He looked at me like he was expecting something. "You know what to do," I said. "Yes, Sir," he said. I walked out of the storage area, and back to my desk. Luckily, I was still alone. Which meant that the next shift was now officially late. One minute later, the faggot stepped out of the storage room, closed the door behind him, and went straight to the elevator. I would always watch him, but he had never returned my gaze. Today was no different; he stared down, like he was embarrassed by what he had just done. I looked at my watch again. I laughed. I had gotten my rocks off and I was getting overtime. Not a bad start to my Saturday.

"I've been horny the last few days and I've taken lots of cock and cum," he said on the IM I received today. "I need to breed that hole of yours. Horny fucking dad here. Need to dump some loads," I replied. His description told me he was a Hot Latin guy about 5'8 185 br/br 7c cock and a bubble butt that needs cock. The profile information also indicated he was only a few miles away, so I invited him to my hotel room, telling him I wanted to fuck his brains out. He was on his way in a flash. He arrived quickly, dropped his pants and frantically pulled-off all of his other clothing, and then unbidden, jumped onto the bed and immediately commenced sucking my cock. Note this all occurred and we hadn't even said hello to each other. Anyhow, as he sucked my cock I reached over his back, and found I could finger his hole, which was good 'cause I really, really wanted to slid inside his ass. In my view blow jobs are nice but the real fun is pounding a hole. "Do you have other loads in there now? I love sloppy hole," I asked. He shook his head. He had gotten a load earlier but it had been awhile and his hole was hungry again for more cock and seed. I added a trace of lube to my now spit-covered cock, sliding my dick against his hungry hole. He was a moaner. He moaned and grunted in pleasure, which turned me on even more! Plunging in, I backed out and pushed back inside. His hole was wide open. It was so soft and warm and wet inside. I swear he was one of those rare guys who self lubricates as his ass was wet far beyond what I would have expected from the combination of our preparations and my pre-cum. I fucked him doggie style, grabbing his hips and pumping in and out. Now, my cock isn't huge, I'd honestly say it is of average size, but whatever size it is, I definitely love to pound an ass, and this was no exception. "FUCK! You're hitting the ring! Aww Fucker, you've got good aim!" he said over and over. He was in heaven. And I also loved his hole, so that after only a few minutes, I thrust into his hole full depth, shooting my first load of the day deep inside his hole, which, by this time, was gaping wide open. I paused fucking so he could feel the pulsation of my cock, and then resumed fucking so I was the one screaming with pleasure. His hole just grabbed onto my cock keeping it hard, coaxing it until I shot a second load deep inside. I rolled off and took a break. We chatted a bit and before long he was sucking me hard again. I threw him on his stomach and mounted him. He couldn't move and my cock was lodged inside his hole again. All too soon I shot my third load. We both lay there for a bit sweaty and tired from the sex. We thanked each other. I thanked him for his hole and he thanked me for cock and cum. He left and I jumped in the shower, wearing the biggest grin on my face. I needed that!

I just had this happen to me in a hotel room in London. I had posted on Doublelist that I was having several tops over to fuck me in my room from 6pm till 11pm. As usual, only about 1/4 of the guys that had requested invites showed up. But, I'd had a good turnout and got 4 loads in my ass and 2 loads down my throat. One young, aggressive black guy that I had been chatting with for several days had initially told me he would be over at 8pm. He didn't show. He then messaged me at 10pm and said he was on his way. He'd be there within the hour. He never showed. Finally at 12:45am I was tired and the guys had stopped showing up. So, I put out the do not disturb sign, pulled the duct tape off the door locks, locked the door, turned off the lights and was climbing into bed, when he texted me that he'd just tried my door and it was locked. FUCK! I'd been waiting for him all night, and now that I'm ready for bed, he decides to show up nearly 5 hours late? He said he was down in the lobby. I told him to come up. He was definitely worth it. He was hot looking, a big, hard dick. And he knew how to fuck. He fucked me raw, hard, deep and long for about 45 minutes before he came inside me. It was fun, but it would have been even funner if he'd shown up when he said he was coming, and I wouldn't have been so tired and so sore.

Are you the real Nick Moretti? or are you just quoting him?

My ex hated me getting hard when he was fucking me or other tops were fucking me as he felt I was not concentrating on the tops' needs and focusing on my own. He would often masturbate me himself before he or other tops fucked me and used my own cum as lube for the first cock. As time went on I was just so into being topped I totally lost any erection the instant a cock entered me. Even today I I am no longer interested in blowing or tops making me cum, I prefer just to take cock and loads and worry about myself afterwards in private.

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The rain showed no signs of letting up as Jason continued his slow lost walk through the dark streets of London. He couldn't remember why he got kicked out the club he just knew that the bouncers made it very clear he needed to fuck off, despite being sure that his girl was still in there with his phone. He had been trying to find a cash machine for the last half an hour but all the streets seemed the same and in his drunk state he had gotten turned around so many times he didnt know where he was. All he knew was that he was soaked through, his white polo now clinging to his young body and his trackies wrapped tight around his muscled ass. He turned down another dark alley and walked halfway down before the rain took another turn for the worst and began hammering down so hard he could barely see two feet in front of him. He threw himself into the doorway of the nearest store front which such drunken force he stumbled right through the door and collapsed on the floor inside as a large burly black man stood over him. “Well what little white rabbit has been washed up in this storm” he gruffed has he gripped the young Jason by the scruff of his soaked wet collar and effortlessly lifted him up to his feet. Jason swayed a little trying to clear his head and tried to regain some composure and dignity. “Shit sorry mate, sorry, heads all over the place, just trying to figure out my way home and that” he slurred as he swayed on his feet. “Dont you worry little rabbit, just take a second” Jason's eyes tried to focus but in his drunk state he couldn't make out much. The room was a foyer, bright and warm. There were posters all over the walls and another slightly older man was stood behind a counter with a sheet of glass across it. There were a couple of towels ready to be passed out. “What is this place mate” Jason asked confused but appreciating the warmth. “This is a sauna, and likely the perfect place for you, looks like you need to warm up and dry off” said this big black beast as he took a fistful of Jason polo and squeezed a large amount of rain water from it. “Its twenty for entry and you can stay as long as you like and enjoy all the facilities on hand” smirked the man behind the counter. “Plus we will even dry your clothes for you so they will be nice and dry in the morning after the rain has stopped.” Jason's eyes glazed slightly. The man behind the counter was topless, slender and hairless but with an assortment of tattoos over him including a chemical symbol and a large scorpion. Whilst he looked intimidating for someone who essentially worked on a reception, it was warm here, and he could use somewhere to relax. He couldn't keep walking around in this rain and catch a cold, plus who could he call without his phone. Maybe it was all the drink but this seemed like a smart idea. So he took out his wallet and passed over his bank card. “Okay awesome, perfect yeah. And you'll dry my clothes too yeah. I aint getting sick from that” “Dont you worry” said the man behind the counter “Its not wet clothes that will get you sick here” his smile creeping wider across his face as he scratched the biohazard symbol across his chest. The big burly black bouncer got behind Jason and began patting him down. “Right rabbit just spread your legs for me. Standard procedure here especially for sweet young chav flesh like you. Just need to make sure you aint trying to sneak in your own stuff here you get me” “Er yeah sure man sure” said Jason as those big black hands began to rub Jason's chest brushing his nipples as they rubbed against the wet material of the polo. “Right this needs to come off, makes sense to chuck in the tumblr dryer now hey Brian” said the bouncer as he began pulling off Jasons wet polo straight over his head. “Smart thinking there Dean, get it all through and we will sort this lad out now”. “You heard him lad” said Dean as his thick thumbs tucked into Jasons trackies and pulled them down in one fluid motion revealing immediately a pearly white smooth behind. “Woah shit mate, fuck what are you doing!” Jason spluttered as Dean exposed him totally naked. Immediately throwing his hands to cover his soft wet cock and low hanging balls. “Ha! Look at this little perv walking round commando and he gets all precious haha” laughed Dean as he put his foot between Jason's legs preventing him from pulling the wet garment back up. “Don't worry about it we are only messing, in fact I'm commando right now too” Dean said as he grabbed his crotch which seemed to be creeping halfway down his leg as he gave it a shake in his loose fitting trousers. He pushed his hips forward so that Jason's face brushed against it being bent over trying to pull his trousers up. “Chill out rabbit its fine, we are all men here, you're good. Besides we are helping you out so lets just get you sorted and into the sauna to relax and warm up”. Jason relented and stood up straight. He stepped out of his trackies, and stood there naked aside from some wet trainers and white socks. “Good rabbit, now just turn round and I just need to check one last thing to see if you are concealing anything. Hands on the counter and spread your legs for me” Jason didnt know what to do, there was something in him screaming this was fucked up, but what more could he do, here he was naked, being man handled by a big muscled bouncer and he didnt want to end up naked out in London in this weather. So against all better judgement and under the haze of alcohol he turned around placed his hands on the counter and bent over. The man behind the counter took the clothes and threw them into a laundry basket, came back and placed his hands over Jason's holding them in place. “Dont worry kid this is all standard procedure. This is a pretty exclusive place and we get all sorts trying to come in and ruin the fun. We are doing you a favour by letting you in, just need to make sure you arent trying to fuck us over”. “Its cool I understand, Its cool” Jason mumbled as he felt Dean kneel and spread his cheeks apart. Dean couldn't resist licking his lips and the tiny pink hole was revealed. It was obvious nothing had ever gone up there looking like a collectors piece. He couldnt wait to see the mess this boy would be when the morning came. He took a long suck of his large index calloused index finger and slowly applied pressure to the tight puckered hole. “Oh oh oh fuck mate what the fuck” Jason cried as he tried to pull away from the counter whilst Brian held his hands down in place “ssssh ssssh just relax and push out, it'll make it easier” Dean continued the force and pushed in deep in one unrelenting motion straight to his knuckle and the wiggled around, making sure to flick Jason's newly discovered prostate and taking the opportunity to drag his nail around those fresh fleshy walls. “Good and tight and feels clean” he announced as he pulled his finger out with an abrupt pop, “but just let me check one more thing. As Brian distracted Jason with some small bullshit talk about how it was almost over and he would be relaxing real soon, Dean dug out a nice chunk of crystal from his little baggie and placed it on his wet finger “Right rabbit one last check” he said and he once again pushed the finger back up inside the young lads tight hole making sure the crystal went in nice and deep. “Oh fuck what was that” Jason bellowed as he bucked his body up. “My bad, probably just my finger nail” Dean softly replied as he pulled his finger out stood up, staring into the a confused and slightly bewildered Jason. “Dont worry Rabbit, all done now and you can go and relax” Brian handed Jason his towels and buzzed him through a door as Jason slowly stumbled through the doors trying to shake off the feeling that this was a terrible idea. The door shut behind him and the electronic lock clicked into place. Jason walked through past Brian in the reception and shuffled towards the direction of the lockers not looking back, missing Brian taking long tender sucks on Deans finger, cleaning the pink streaks and residue of meth that had been pushed deep into Jasons guts slowly dissolving with every step he took.

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

I knew what I was getting into. I’d heard of Lawyer John’s notorious parties through the grapevine for years. My friend Con, who was a filthy gossip, pointed him out to me a few times in the nightclubs of Belfast. Lawyer John (our nickname for him) was pretty to miss though given his overall “too-hot-to-stay-in-Belfast” looks and physique. Lawyer John was a suave stunner in his mid-forties, with a gym fit body and expensive tousled “salt and pepper” haircut. He should have been modelling suits for Gucci or something, and not raising the bell-curve for us poor mortals who didn’t have any other option but to stay here in the North, drowning our sorrows as we were that night. Northern Ireland once again performed abysmally in rugby, getting trashed by the All Blacks earlier that day. Con’s favourite pastime, after a few jars, was nodding his head over at some poor trick in the club and divulging all his nasty secrets. Usually they involved Con, a quirky fetish and/or an STI. Con was an old-school gossip and would always start off in his thickest working class Belfast accent with the line “Didja ya see that wee lad there righ? Well…” At this point our posse would be leaning forward wondering what new tale of desperation or filth we were in for. With Lawyer John, Con would always drink deep from his Guinness, nod over at him and then launch into the following tale. “Did I tell ye lads about our friend Lawyer John over there. Mike (this was me) knows, but I’ll tell the rest of ye. Steer clear of that fucker. A right nasty piece of work they say lads. They say he hosts these parties y’see. Where all the A-gays of Belfast go and get gee-eyed out of it on G and E and coke and whatever else you’d be having. No condoms, no fucking sense, and a few prossies hired up from London or wherever. He works over in the courts too, so he should know better. Anyways, the parties always get really fuckin wild, and to hear tell of it, at one of the last ones there was a lad who overdosed. Some fucker up from Fermanagh, still wet behind the ears and looking for his bit of freedom from his mammy and the farm, thought he’d try his hand at hooking. Anyways as the story goes, the lad reacted badly with the cocktail of drugs he was on and it wasn’t till after the party that they realised he was unconscious and had been for about a day or two. It was then that they dropped him outside the Pipeworks sauna and called the police. Kid nearly died. Seemingly was left with some nasty nerve damage too. And that kid…” and Con leaned in here, building suspense, “is none other than Ugly Eoghan!” I’d heard it before so chuckled to watch the looks of incomprehension on our mates as they tried to fit the pieces together. Lawyer John was some jet-setting executive who probably had a sea of hot accountants who wanted him to write off their “bad debts”. Meanwhile Ugly Eoghan was the odd drunk that’d turn up outside the Kremlin as the crowd turned out in the early morning, trying to chat up the very, very drunk twinks outside. He worked the “going-home” crowd, cause he’d been barred from every gay establishment between here and Dublin. He was only in his early thirties, but had such a way with him that he looked at least ten years older and while there was nothing necessarily disfigured about him, he had a constant stoop, squinted eyes and a perpetually sneering mouth, so you couldn’t help but be repulsed by him. To think that this gay “character” had been created by the beautiful and sophisticated Lawyer John was a good yarn, but none of us really believed it. Sensing our disbelief, Con urged us “it’s true honest! Ugly Eoghan’s life wasn’t always the car-crash you see outside the chipper on a Saturday pawing at the twinks. But seemingly Lawyer John has high connections, and got the whole thing hushed up. The police, the other party-goers, even the sauna staff, everyone was hushed up”. We nodded as Con knocked back the rest of his Guinness and looked to see who was getting the next round in. He always got a bit conspiracy-ish after a few, talking one minute about chem-trails, and the next about how the fluoride pumped in Irish water was to keep people passive. A nudge knocked me out of my reverie. It was my round. I waited at the bar for the hot new barman Sven to get my drinks. Seemingly he had to learn how to replace a keg or something, but you’d forgive a white blond Nordic god a lot for a flash of his dopey smile, so I pulled out my phone and checked my apps. Grindr and Scruff were disappointing as usual, though my profile didn’t invite a lot of comment – it was just a torso like all the rest of them – showing off my six-pack from two years ago, which had since gone into a small hibernation. Not that most tricks minded. None of them looked quite like their photos either, and as long as I wasn’t, well, ugly Eoghan, and I shoved all nine inches of my cock into them, I heard no complaints. The only messages I had was from this hot nurse Gavin who I always had a great back and forth with, but who always chickened out of all the dates I suggested, to the point where I gave up trying. Sometimes I was in the mood to flirt with him, knowing it’d have no effect, but not today. Sensing someone pushing past me for a newly opened gap at the bar, I moved to let the guy settle in beside me. I did a very subtle double-take when I realised it was the devil himself – Lawyer John. He didn’t even notice me. He still had his head turned, taking drink orders off of some tall muscle-bound blond who’d be perfect as an extra in any World War 2 film, yellow blonde where Sven was white. I took the time to properly study the Lawyer-man up close. God, he was gorgeous. He’s one of those guys who looks so much better as a 40 year old than he ever would have as a 20 year old. His tailored shirt opening to show a defined lean body and sculpted lines across his collarbones, up his neck and in his deep dimples as he laughed at something the Aryan giant said. I waited for the polite “eye-contact” nod that in Ireland passed for “thank you for giving me space at the bar”, but the lawyer studiously turned forward and blanked me. Pfft. Whatever. I guess if you don’t look like you breathe the same rarefied air as these little gods, you may as well be invisible. I then heard the distinctive message tones from Gay-Romeo beside me. I looked over, and sure enough, Lawyer John had his phone out too. I guess little gods need a bit of help looking for love too. I noticed he was mostly scanning an app with a black and orange design. I leaned over a little further. It was called “BBRT” or something like that. I then heard the Sven clear his throat “Ah Mike, jour drrinks” “oh right, cheers Sven!” A few drinks more with the lads at the pub, then at Con’s house and eventually we’re all calling it a night. It’s proper late, by the time I’m back in my flat near the university, like 6am. I clumsily broke the laptop out and looked up this BBRT website. Bareback Real Time Sex, it said. I gulped a little. I’ve not usually been one for bareback – topping’s the same to me if I top protected or not, so I always chose the former. Up until this point I’d never successfully bottomed, with or without a condom, so I saw no attraction in barebacking. However, Lawyer John was on it, and who knew, maybe he was only a click or two away. I could beat off to some pics of him, no harm, no foul. I read through the usual preamble with starting an account, and then once I’d verified my email and put up the bare skeleton of a profile (Newry9inch), I got to seeing who was online in Belfast. This was a very different pool to the Grindr/Scruff guys. There were a few kinky bastards who revelled in anything pain related, a few kids that had the title Bug-Chaser in their profile and then me by the looks of it. Noone else was online. I went back to filling out my profile, deciding to put up a cock pic as my main profile pic (it wasn’t as if I was looking for friends or gym buddies on this site). Then after a bit more thought I added a headless nude shot and an over-the-shoulder arse pic. “Fuck it!” I thought and headed to the bathroom. When I got back, I was in luck. My inbox had three more messages from three different guys – not just the welcome bot. The first was a proper daddy type who wanted to spank my ass for being up so late. I chuckled, and politely declined. The next was from a blank profile online asking “u into scat?” I once again replied “cheers, but definitely not my thing. All the best”, cause I may be many things, but I always answer people, so there’s no ambiguity. I’m a motherfucking gentleman! The last was interesting. It was another blank profile “northernlights”, this time asking “u into pnp?” Now I won’t lie. I love me a bit of rolling with molly or speed-pumped sex, so this had my slut-senses tingling – could this be Lawyer John? I answered “could be. Why?” And waited… About half a minute later I get a reply. “We’re looking to score” and a link to a webpage within BBRT. I clicked through the link and it directed me to an expired party page from earlier that night– some sort of group page that BBRT did for people arranging group meets – wow BBRT really knew their audience! This page had the description “Party – Titanic Quarter for titanic men”. I snorted at that. The blurb below was written as if a size queen on meth – detailing all the types of men who could apply (a very select few) and all the guys who couldn’t. To be honest the description was a turn-off. One of those impossibly high standard parties that I wouldn’t dream of trying for after a few rejections earlier on in life. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I feel pretty hot – I rock the slightly rough/scruffy, three-day stubbled scally lad look, but I would never fit in with the built Abercrombie and Fitch crowd. My body was lean and I was an in-shape lad especially for my job (a journalist for a less than reputable paper… ok so, a tabloid journalist – it paid the bills) but I’d never have this party’s required “defined muscles” or “less than 5% body fat” (I kid you not – that’s what they wrote). The rest of post summed up that a group party had been organised (about 6 hours earlier) for the A-gays of Belfast. Good-fucking luck to ‘em I thought! I saw my inbox had another message and clicked it. Northernlights again. “u know any dealers?” I chuckled and then remembered something. Looking to my chest of drawers in the middle of the room, I pulled out my sock drawer and fumbled at the back. I pulled out my old metal tea-box that had my weed and the makings of my joints in, a few pills, and also… at the bottom… …Eureka!.. I found the bag of MDMA that my mate’s sister’s boyfriend’s friend left behind at a houseparty a year back. The lad went mental looking for it afterwards, but cause he was a dick I didn’t call him up a week later when I found it behind the coal bucket. It was about 10-15g of product, but I’d tried it, and maybe cause it’d be been left out somewhere humid, or maybe cause it was it was just a shit supply, but it did nothing for me. But there was enough here for a trade. Maybe I’d get some money for it finally? I messaged back. “None that are awake right now. My usual guy’s disappeared too. I’ve a bit of my own supply - MDMA here (10-15g), dunno how good it is, if you’re desperate? J” (Was the smiley too much?) Northernlights was quick to reply “Yeah would be up for that - could buy it – where u? Could send taxi round? We’re in X” Obviously I’m not gonna reveal where exactly the guy was – but it was a very swanky part of town. Northernlights sent me on details of the place and then signed off – “…Thanks lad. See you soon” No name. But honestly considering we’d just agreed to perform a crime online I could understand that. Nice one! I was gonna finally sell off my old stash and at least see what the inside of one of these exclusive parties looked like. The taxi came round 15 minutes later. I was barely out of the shower and into my cleaner pair of going-out trackies when I heard my phone go off. I grabbed my whole stash box and all the way there I was full of nervous jitters. I kept thinking I was going to end up at some weird “eyes-wide-shut” masked party. The apartment building was one of the very modern ones that went up as part of the Titanic quarter’s refurbishment after the peace agreement. I remember seeing it being built and even then thinking I’d never be able to afford living in a posh place like this. I rang the apartment bell. Elocution lessons answered; “Yars?” “Um, this is ahem, Newry….” “Oh roight! Yars yars, push the door when it buzzes” I made my way up. On the way up I kept formulating and reformulating the plan. See how much they were willing to pay to keep their party going. Get a good look around to see how to super-hot live and try to see a few fucking, to fill the wank-bank. Get them to order me another taxi. Would they stretch to a pizza too? Oh, but how to make sure this wasn’t an elaborate police op? Wasn’t that entrapment? Did that law even apply in Belfast? Better make sure to get them to do a line for free first. I got to the door. I rapped gently on it. No answer. I was about to ring the bell when the door opened and there in a red and grey silk dressing gown stood Lawyer John. A-Gay of Belfast numero uno! “Newry9inches?” he said, smiling at me, showing those dimples. Those goddamn beautiful dimples! I nodded mutely and he waved me in. He muttered something about doing business upstairs in his room as I looked around the split-level apartment. There were bags and clothes on most of the chairs and couches in the main entrance hall-cum-living room. The floor plan was pretty open and segued from living room to foyer to kitchen (which was divided from the rest by an outjutting counter) all across the entire lower floor. There were some shadowy figures in the extremities of the kitchen and living room, but before I could better make them out, John beckoned me up his stairs (solid oak beams projecting from the wall, no banistair, very swanky!) I clambered up behind him, getting glimpses of his very tan, very developed gym-toned legs, to come out on a long corridor landing. Everything was ivory tones and expensive looking. There were about four doors off the corridor – two guest bedrooms, the main bedroom and main bathroom. As we went into the main bedroom I saw the entire outer wall was one plate window giving a fantastic view back over Belfast City. The bed was massive and recently used and there was an en-suite bathroom to the left. John sat down on the bed and looked expectantly me… “The MDMA?” “Oh right, yeah let me just get that out” and I walked over to the desk. He followed behind me as I lay the bag of white powder on the table. I saw the remains of some other lines of powder there and a credit card. I turned to him. “Um, don’t take this the wrong way, but cause I’m not used to, um, normally, ever doing this, and how do I know this isn’t some police sting?” He laughed a rich baritone laugh at that and said something about the differences in UK and American law, and that he’d asked me to bring over with me to sell, which indeed would be a form of entrapment. He then smiled and said, “but if it makes you feel better, I can do a line in front of you now?” I nodded, and he took the bag from me and poured some out. Crushing it with his credit card he asked me to roll up a twenty-pound note as he scraped together four short lines. When he pulled back he waved me forward to do the first two lines – oh right – I weirdly hadn’t expected to be doing the MDMA in front of him, but fuck it. I ducked down, snorted them up and passed the twenty. Squeezing and pinching my nose I looked over as he rose from his lines. “So do you wanna sit down for a bit, to see if it kicks in?” I asked. He nodded toward the bed, snuffling back all the powder. I sat down on the edge, he sat beside me. “I think I saw you out earlier” I mentioned. He nodded. “Mike here by the way” “Simon here” he replied, extending his hand for a handshake and smiling. I started to feel something in the back of my brain, but I was never great with MDMA. “I think I’m feeling it” I mentioned, “but it’s always a bit odd for me, how about you?” I asked. He was raising his half-shut eyes and muttering to himself… Yeah he was definitely feeling something. “Oh yars Mark” “uh it’s Mike” “Sorry Mike. Yah I’m feeling it – that is …some good stuff you have”. He looked at me. His eyes were massively dilated. We said in unison “wow your eyes…” and trailed off and chuckled. I looked at this guy who only hours before had seemed a part of the frosty impenetrable A-gay elite rubbish of Belfast, and yet here we were now, bonding. It was beautiful. I felt Simon and I were having a special time outside of time and that I could suddenly confide totally in him. “You should laugh more dude, your dimples are gorgeous” He smiled at this, and replied, “you’re pretty cute yourself dealer-man” I got a cheeky thought “what else can you do to prove you’re not a police officer?” His deep chuckle was adorable. “Well what would you like me to…” We got cut off by a knock on the door, the en-suite door. “Hey Si, are you still with that dealer guy?” The door opened and a tall pale guy with jet black hair stepped in. He was wearing a towel around his waist and had obviously come from the shower. His body definitely fit into the 5% body fat category. I think I could have seen him on a Men’s Health magazine or something – he had a familiar look about him. Every random Latin-named muscle was on display and some new ones too I think. “This him?” he asked Simon. “Yeah, this mmmmm here is…. Mark..no Mike! This is Iain” Iain smiled and extended his hand to me. “Not named after the Reverend I assure you.” I laughed and still felt very odd to be shaking everyone’s hand at a sex party. He then turned to look back at the desk. His back was just pure sculpture. I looked over to see Simon/Lawyer John smirking at me, catching me ogling the beefcake mere metres away from me. I giggled and nudged him. Yeah ok maybe the MDMA was having an effect. I’d missed Iain’s request “What now?” Iain repeated himself “Is it ok if I sample a line or two” “Be my guest,” I sorta slurred out. Iain bent over the desk to crush out a line’s worth. I was looking at Simon. He had mischief in his eyes. “Iain” Simon called, “I need to prove something to Mike here” and reached over to his towel-covered ass. Tugging on the towel as Iain crushed his line, Simon succeeded on pulling the towel off, revealing Iain’s pale magnificent ass. Iain barely reacted, engrossed in his task. The twin globes were just that right blend of smooth and bubble-butt, spreading down into two tree trunks of thighs. A real rugby player physique! Oh shit, now I knew where I’d seen Iain before. He’s Iain the rugby player! The gay rugby player Iain Hawkins! He was the prop-forward for the Northern Irish team who’d recently come out and had all his family support him in the papers, and his… boyfriend! I watched him earlier today get trounced by the fuckin Kiwis! My tabloid journalist was itching at the size of the scoop I had in front of me. Belfast A-Gay number 2, Iain Hawkins prop-forward for Northern Ireland, showing me his incredibly fuckable ass, while doing Class A drugs. Another part of me took over as I refocused on that ass. “Mike” Simon called back to me, “I’m gonna do something I’m pretty sure no undercover cop would do” and with that licked a finger and started to pull Iain’s ass-cheeks apart. Then exposing Iain’s pink rosy hole, he guided the lubed finger into Iain’s hole. Working it in quite quickly I figured Iain had already been fucked this night. Simon replaced his finger with his tongue as he got up properly to rim his friend. I heard Iain groan in appreciation and follow it with one quick snort. I was rubbing my cock through my grey tracksuit bottoms. Simon winked at me and looked to my growing bulge. “Looks like your username wasn’t lying” I smirked and coyly asked “do you want to check for yourself?” as I stood up, raising my crotch to his head height. He used his free hand to snag my tracksuit bottoms down exposing my navy blue jockstrap and jutting nine-incher. Simon mouthed a “wow”, as most guys do. It’s not just nine or nine and a half inches, it’s also quite a thick girthy cock which often a lot of bottoms can’t work with – they think they can, but their eyes are too big for their asshole. Simon got to work, pushing the jockstrap pouch to the side and freeing my monster. As he started lapping on the underedge of my cock, I reached over and started rubbing Iain’s ass cheeks. Iain took another snort and wriggled his ass in appreciation, or at least that what I took his ass-wriggle for. Unopposed I moved both my hands to cup Iain’s ass, kneading and massaging, rearranging our trio so that I could bend over to rim Iain while still giving Simon clear access to my cock. Iain’s hole tasted beautiful. You could tell that the cunt has been used, I could even detect some cum that hadn’t been fully washed away. Damn right I’ll admit I look for a good sloppy-seconds ass when I’m whoring myself round. I steer the fuck away from virgins and twinks. Fucking a cum-dump’s ass where it’s cold and virginal on the outside, but hot and juicy at the core… mmm my version of heaven. After a few minute of rimming and sucking – Simon sure loved sucking my cock and I was feeling a little more adventurous. I was alternating my tongue and my two left fingers, playing Iain’s ass like a fiddle. Iain pushed his juicy orbs again back at us, Simon pulled off of me to come beside me and watch as Iain started twitching his ass. I kept a grip on his ass shoving my left thumb inside him. Simon grabbed and turned my cheek and we stared intensely into eachother’s eyes. Simon took a step closer and asked, “would a policeman do this?” and grabbed the back of my head pulling me in to a full-on kiss. Our tongues were running against eachother, his spit, my spit. As I kissed him passionately back I felt his robe fall open and felt my cock bounce and joust with his thick 7 incher. Every bit of his body was tan, including his cock. I ran my right hand up and down his defined body, running over each muscular ridge – I kept asking myself, was this really happening? I looked down to pinch myself and could see a pearl of precum had started to drip off of his hooded shaft. I started to bend my knees to lick up every drop from his precum-dripping cock – I love a dripper! However Simon held me back and wiped his steady precum flow onto my own spit slicked member. After milking himself this way for a bit, he grunted up at Iain, “look back for a second Iain” Iain, minor sports celebrity, minor gay celebrity for the UK had recently done a fashion-spread for GQ magazine with his boyfriend. Yet right then he was currently sporting just a white powder moustache and a smile. He looked back over his shoulder at my proud nine-incher slick with Simon’s juices, as Simon tapped my cock against his twitching hole. “Oh yeah Mikey, shove that gorgeous stick into me” All thoughts of his boyfriend evaporated, all my thoughts of safety evaporated, I needed those ass-pussy lips on my poor naked cock and I needed it now! Ok yeah, the MDMA was definitely working at this point. I didn’t wait for a second request and shoved my tool deep in that slut’s hole. And what a fucking hole, it was a prime hole – medium rare/pink on the outside, juicy yet well done on the inside. I was a bit worried Simon’s precum wasn’t enough lube, but Iain already had a least two loads in him giving my cock the lovely cream covering as I churned that gut-butter up. I gave that rugby player a fucking penalty, conversion and a try. In fact I lost myself so much in pounding that perfect white arse's hole I didn’t notice Simon was gone. He had gone around to salvage the MDMA. It seemed I ploughed Iain a bit too heavily and now the prop forward had it all over him looking like some Japanese Geisha or some shit. “Oh shit dude, you’re gonna get so fucking high” I laughed, but I didn’t stop pounding him.

BROOKLYN SERIES: Moving STuFF I had arranged the move on Sunday morning and taken two days off from the week to unpack and organize. Part of the moving service I had paid for included complete packing service of my apartment's contents with a crew of three men. I didn’t have too much stuff. It was a small NYC apartment after all - just some furniture and lots of art books and magazines that I saved for work references. It was a lot of boxes. The three men all worked in systematic order, they were very organized and it was impressive to see how quickly they could pack up a room. He was the leader of the crew from the moving company I hired. He was Eastern European from what I could gather from his initial introduction, accent and features. He was around late 40s in age, about 5'7" tall and guessing about 200 lbs. His hair was clipped to a short buzz cut, a bit of salt & pepper patterns scattered around his head. Generally I like my men taller than me, but he made up for that in bulk. He was built like a heavyweight power lifter: barrel-chested, huge biceps and thick arms and legs. His thighs looked enormous as did his hands which I always check out in a man. His fingers were not unusually long, but man were they THICK. I love that in a guy. And his basket between his legs also caught my eye; there was definitely SOMETHING in there. His name was Ivan. He was fucking HOT. I noticed Ivan in the bedroom as he was packing some of my DVDs - including a lot of fisting porn, some straight Evil Empire anal, and miscellaneous other titles. He paused at a few titles, smirked and then continued packing. They marked every box on the outside with tags, i.e., “Bedroom 1”, “Kitchen 1 & 2”, etc. Within less than three hours all my possessions had been carted into the moving truck. We arrived at my new apartment in Brooklyn. As the men moved in and out of the new apartment for several hours I would help organize the boxes and start slowly unpacking, shifting boxes to their appropriate rooms, and putting furniture away. I would steal glances at Ivan as he lifted heavy boxes and deposited them on the floor. He wasn't a looker but he definitely was sexy. The bulk of his hard-worked body and grunts made him very attractive to me. The bulge in his pants was very impressive and I could not stop myself from checking out his package whenever he was in the apartment. In profile it looked fucking HUGE! He caught me a few times and smirked. He definitely noticed my attention but he would just turn his head and walk out to get more boxes. Unpacking the truck and getting all my stuff into the new apartment took less time than I thought. After nearly three hours the men were done. His crew was waiting outside by the truck as I finalized the payment with Ivan in my new apartment. I sat by the kitchen counter signing forms while Ivan stood beside me dealing with the credit card payment transaction and forms. I couldn’t help but stare at his crotch at it was literally in front of my face. It was a mound of thick, bulging curves pushing against his worn work-wear pants. I was mesmerized by the sight. I started to get hard. Ivan finished with the forms and handed me my receipt. He caught me staring at his bulge and smirked again. "Thank you for your business" he said, his accent was thick and heavy. "You are an artist?” he asked. I looked at him, a but puzzled. "I notice all your books," he continued, pointing at several of the boxes. The bulge was still in front of my face. I explained what I did for a living and he nodded. "Ahhh…I see," he commented. "And you also like the kinky sex stuff too." The comment caught me by surprise. It was more a statement than a question. He kicked one of the boxes near him that was tagged "Bedroom 2." He looked down at me. That smirk turned into a little smile. I didn't know where this was going but he clearly knew I was into him with all my not-so-subtle glances from earlier. "Yes I do," I replied. "I like that stuff." "I see," he said and paused. "Thank you for the business." He extended his hand out and I grabbed it. His handshake was firm and strong, those thick fingers felt enormous. It felt great to touch this man. I was clearly still turned on which he was more than aware of. He still held my hand. "I get out work in few hours. One more move we make today. Then I no work until Wednesday. I come back later and help you with the stuff." I couldn't tell if he was being coy or if it was just the thick, masculine accent and my horniness confusing me. "Uhmm…sure," I replied. "That would be helpful." With our handshake still locked, he pulled my hand towards his crotch, squeezing my hand, which was now squeezing his thick package of flaccid cock! Man did that feel incredible! He was not hard but yet it felt massive and HEAVY. We squeezed his crotch together a little but more and as suddenly as it began - it ended. He moved his hand away, turned to his side, grabbed one of the moving palettes on the floor and proceeded to leave. Clearly he didn't mean to assist organizing my books. "OK. I see you later. Help you with stuff," he repeated. And then he quickly left. ----- I got ready. I found all the boxes labeled for the bedroom and unpacked some items: my vinyl play sheets, lube, poppers, shower shot, DVDs and other play essentials. I figured I would have another 6-7 hours before Ivan returned, more than enough time to clean out and get ready. I hooked up my TV and DVD player in the bedroom and unpacked some boxes for the kitchen and bathroom. And then I made a drink to chill out a bit. It was after 8pm when the doorbell from downstairs buzzed. From the small security screen on the buzzer system I could see Ivan. Man he sure looked hot! He leaned on the door until I buzzed him in. A minute later he walked in to my new apartment. "Hello again," he greeted as he offered that massive hand. I was wearing jeans with a red and black jockstrap under that. I didn't bother putting on a shirt. I am naturally smooth with a muscular, lean body. He looked me up and down and smiled. I had arranged one of my low living room chairs in the bedroom near the TV. I had a straight anal-fucking DVD playing to set the mood for him. I didn't know how far the evening would go. Some hot woman was getting brutally fucked up her ass by Nacho Vidal. "That is good," Ivan grunted, staring at the screen. My mattress was on the floor covered in a black vinyl playsheet. The bed was surrounded by several boxes, some partially unpacked, others still sealed. There was a large mirror resting on its side leaning against the closet wall. "Have a seat," I offered. "I'll get you a drink. I only have Scotch." He sat down with a big thud. "That is fine," he smiled, his words sounded as heavy as he looked. I came back with drinks for both of us. He had already taken off his heavy work boots and socks and was standing by the chair, pulling off his shirt as I came in. WOOF! Man was this guy solid and thick. He had a gut but it was a firm, hard working-man gut. His chest and gut was covered in light salt & pepper hair. He threw the shirt on one of the boxes, unbuttoned the top of his pants and sat down. I handed him his drink and I dropped down on the floor, beside him. I could smell him, his scent was strong after a hard day’s work. He smelled of masculinity, effort, confidence, strength. It was like natural poppers. I was reeling from his scent. Nacho continued to fuck on the screen. Ivan's bulge twitched in his pants, the insane mound getting larger. "You like that - getting fucked up ass?" he asked, grabbing his cock, squeezing it, taking a drink from his glass. "Yes I do. I like it a lot." My hard-on strained against my jock and I breathed in deep, taking whiffs of him. "Stand up," he commanded, that heavy voice filled the room. I took a big gulp from my drink, placed the glass on the floor and slowly stood up facing him. "Turn around," he said. "Let me see your ass." I did as I was told. "You have nice body, very smooth." I suddenly felt one of his hands running down the center of my back. It was rough and calloused from the heavy day's work and yet he had had a surprising gentle touch. "Nice," he said. And then he grabbed my jeans waistline and with both hands and suddenly yanked them down to the floor. It took me by surprise. I stepped out of the jeans and kicked them off to the side by a pile of other boxes. Both of his hands now grabbed my asscheeks framed by the straps of my red and black jock. He massaged my ass, squeezing them hard - and then softly. "Bend over," he said. As I did, Ivan grabbed my cheeks and spread them wide. "Wow," he said, almost softly. I have one of those holes that has enjoyed being filled for years. I have been spoiled by big cocks, bigger toys and of course fists. Over the years my asslips have pulled out a bit from all the ass action and stretching. It is barely noticeable unless I am turned on. But when excited, my asslips flare. They get bloated into soft folds of flesh. Men love it. It is something extra with my hole. Some guys who have been with women have commented that it is like pussy. Except it isn't. It is my mancunt, my manhole. I felt one of Ivan's fingers rub around my hole. He was softly touching my asslips, pushing it gently to one side, running his finger along the folds, feeling it's soft texture. He was exploring his new discovery. From the mirror by the wall I watched Ivan's expression. He was in deep fascination. He pushed his finger at my mancunt entrance. It gave quickly as I felt his finger enter me. "Wow," he said again, almost in a whisper. I moaned. He pushed deeper. That finger was thick - like another man's cock! It was calloused from his heavy work as I felt it slide in my hole. It felt rough and GOOD at the same time. He finger-fucked my hole in and out. Then he pulled out. From the reflection in the mirror I could see his finger glistening, wet with my ass juice. He looked at our reflection in the mirror and smiled at me. "This very good," he commented. He pushed me aside and stood up, pulled off his work pants and tossed it aside. I turned facing him and then we both looked at the mirror again. He was also wearing a jock - except his was a white sport jock, the thick waistline supporting his large upper torso. The cloth basket was huge --- his thick, erect cock pushing against the material. It looked so fucking hot in profile in the mirror, like an obscene illustrated porn caricature. He pulled me around before I could grab his crotch, so my back was facing the mirror and he started to finger my manhole again. We both watched the reflection. I liked that he was into watching each other in the mirror. I always get turned on seeing my play sessions on film, mirrors. "This very good," Ivan repeated. Then he pulled his finger out. "Let's have another drink," he suggested, motioning to our empty glasses. I found Ivan sitting on the bed, his back against the wall, legs spread, the huge basket still in the jock when I returned with our round of drinks. He had my travel toiletry bag that had been in the opened box beside him. Fisting DVDs were also scattered around him that he had been checking out. I offered him his drink and sat down beside him. "You into this kinky stuff'." Again it was more a statement. "Yes - it makes me feel very good,” I paused. “I get off on extreme pleasure with my mancunt." He looked at me with a little wonder in his eye. "Man-cunt?" he asked, curious, taking a drink. I spread my legs and pushed my ass out a bit and fingered my hole. We both looked at our reflection in the mirror across from us. "Yes. I call it that, as I pulled on my asslips, spreading it open slowly. "Ahh...I understand," he commented. "Very nice." He adjusted his position and then started to finger me also, playing with my hole, rubbing it softly, up and down as we both watched the action on the mirror while on the TV screen Nacho aggressively fucked another hole. After a few minutes he pulled away, reclined back to a sitting position. He looked around him at all the fisting DVDs. "Play this," he said, grabbing one of the discs at random. PIGS AT THE HOIST-one of my favorites-very piggy, masculine MEN. I changed the DVD and as I was on my knees doing this Ivan fingered my hole for a few minutes. FUCK that felt GOOD as I adjusted the disc to play. We both sat back and started to watch the action on screen, pissing, fisting, fucking and one guy with a thick, massive cock that reminded me of Ivan. I love this DVD. These guys look like they’ve been partying off-camera, in between scenes, that glaze in some of their eyes looking very familiar. "Wow." Ivan said again. He was squeezing his cock through the jock. He looked to his side and picked up my toiletry bag which was half unzipped. "What all this?" He looked at me. "That's my party kit," I replied. “What?” he asked. “That’s my party kit,” I repeated. He pulled the zipper further, opening the toiletry bag, revealing it’s contents: a glass pipe, a cut-off straw about two inches long with one end cut at an angle, a small torch lighter, a contact lens case, a small zip lock bag of Tina and another with some pills, various lubes, poppers, and a small face towel. “What is all this?” he asked again, picking up the small baggie of shards. “It’s crystal.” He looked at me, clearly puzzled. “It makes us feel good.” I thought for a moment. “It makes us horny.” I licked my lips. “It makes my hole open,” I explained, Ivan’s eyes getting bigger, “…and it makes my hole H U N G R Y,” I said slowly. Again I could smell him next to me. It was like another drug, his scent. “How it make…,” he paused a second, “…your man-cunt hungry?” “It does something that makes me very relaxed and very horny,” I explained further. “It does something inside me that makes me want my hole to be filled. I like getting fucked. I like my hole to feel good. Big cocks,” I grabbed his crotch finally, and squeezed it tight, leaving my hand there, “…and big toys, BIG HANDS. Anything that makes my mancunt feel good.” “Then we should try this crystal,” he replied very matter-of-fact. “Are you sure?” I asked him. On the screen Virgo was getting fisted while suspended on a bar, his arms holding himself up in the air, his ass floating, spread apart while an arm was fucking his hole in and out. “Yes,” Ivan replied, his cock twitching in my hand. “Let us try that. I want your man-cunt hungry.” I loved how it sounded when he said it, two words stretched by his accent, making it even bigger and dirtier. “OK,” I replied. “But keep in mind this will last several hours. Are you up for that?” He nodded, smirking. I grabbed the toiletry bag from him and reached in for the other small Ziploc bag and pulled out a pill. “Here – take this.” He looked at me, curious. “It’s to keep you hard. Trust me: you will want it.” He took it from my hand and swallowed it with a big gulp from his glass of Scotch. I squeezed his crotch again in reward. I pulled out the glass pipe. “Can you hold this,” I asked. He held it firm in his hand. I pulled out the contact lens case and unscrewed one of the caps then grabbed the small straw and dug out a small bit of crystal dust that I had grounded weeks ago with the angled side of the straw. I carefully poured the straw’s contents into the bowl of the glass pipe, just a little bit to start the evening, to set the tone and mood. I then placed the contact lens case carefully beside us. I fished for the small torch lighter and fired it under the glass bowl of the pipe. “Watch me,” I instructed him. I let the Tina cook and melt under the intense concentrated heat of the torch until that magical smoke started to appear. I inhaled small, slow breaths as the smoke continued to fill the bowl. And then a big deep breath, taking all the smoke out of the bowl rapidly, the bowl filled with swirling white smoke one second, empty the next. Ivan stared at me in wonder. I stared back, smiling, held my breath for a few more seconds then exhaled until I couldn’t hold it anymore. Ahh…that lovely sense took over me. I immediately was in the zone. “Ok-your turn,” I handed him the pipe. He followed my earlier routine, step by step, relighting and cooking the Tina at the bottom of the bowl. And then a big exhale, the smoke floating above us. “Wow,” Ivan said, slowly. I grabbed the contact lens case and dug another hit of Tina with the straw and refilled the pipe, adding just a little bit more. I put the contact lens case aside, top screwed back on tight. “Here you start, do another hit,” I told Ivan. He repeated the process then I grabbed the pipe from his hand and placed it beside the bed with the toiletry bag. He held his breath and as he started to exhale, I leaned in quickly and covered his mouth with mine, my tongue rapidly going into his mouth, licking his tongue, then sucking hard as the magical smoke shifted from inside Ivan’s lungs into my mouth. I sucked his tongue hard then sucked his breath even harder.” I pulled away and stared at him, holding my breath and then releasing it, the clouds again floating between and then above us. “Wow,” he exclaimed again. He leaned in quickly and started kissing me aggressively, the second hit of Tina having it’s desired effect. I kissed back even harder, sucking his lips, his tongue, licking the side of his mouth, biting his lower lip. The T was working. He was charged now and horny as fuck. We pulled apart and he shook his head, eyes a bit glazed and stared at me, smirking. I grabbed the glass pipe, relit it, inhaled, held it for as long as I could then covered Ivan’s mouth with mine, exchanging the nasty smoke, shotgunning him again, then placing the pipe aside. We kissed for as long as we could, passionately and with even more energy. Then suddenly, Ivan pushed me away. “You bad boy,” he laughed, exhaling. I straddled him, resting my ass on his crotch, both of my arms enveloping his large upper torso, breathing in his scent, squeezing him into me as I kissed him hard. He kissed me back harder and we locked lips and did tongue dances that was rough, wild, crazy. My ass was grinding his crotch from my internal heat. Ivan pulled my asscheeks apart with both hands and then with one finger started to explore my manhole. I was on FIRE. My hole was horny as hell, it was getting more relaxed, more O P E N. Ivan could sense this as it was less resistant than earlier and he added another finger. OH MAN, that felt fucking good!!! And it was only two fingers! And yet it felt huge and thick, like a nice fat cock had entered me. I kissed him harder and he gave it back to me in equal force. I was grinding against his fingers, pulling up and down, fucking myself on his thick, rough digits. He added a third finger and I moaned, pulling my head back a little as he bit my lower lip softly. “Your man-cunt hungry,” he stated. “Yesss….” I moaned. I felt him fidgeting in between my legs, his fingers removed from my hole. It felt empty. I felt momentary loss and turned my head looking at our reflection. He caught my gaze in the mirror and our eyes locked. I saw in the mirror Ivan pulling his cock free from his jock, pushing the pouch aside so his thick cock could be free. FUCK – it was HUGE: at least 9” to 10” long – but FUCKING THICK. I knew it was big from feeling him up earlier, but seeing it unleashed was something else. It was definitely thick, like almost beer can size. Ivan positioned his dick at my hole. My mancunt was twitching; it was so hungry! He pushed the head against my opening and held it there. I was still wet from cleaning out earlier, my ass juice mixed with what little water was in my hole. I love getting initially fucked this way, without lube. It feels rough at first, almost tight, but then my hole gets hungry and slowly relaxes, as it gets hungrier and hungrier. I sat on his thick cockhead and took a slow, deep breath. The head slowly started to disappear inside my hole, it pinched, but it was a good pain. I started breathing more rapidly as I sank further on his thick prick. We both looked in the mirror. In about a minute I was half way through his shaft. I sat there, unmoving, getting used to the heavy volume in my hole. “Wow,” Ivan said again. And then he started to fuck me, slowly, moving his thick cock deeper up my hole, his hands now beside my waist, controlling my position, pushing me up and down slowly on his cock, driving my hole. He started to fuck me faster and push me down harder on his dick, faster, harder, faster, harder. It didn’t take long for his entire dick to be up my manhole. He held it there for a few seconds, just amazed at our reflection. “Wow your man-cunt feel so good,” he whispered into my ear. Ivan fucked me slowly, enjoying himself, and looking at the mirror every now and then; at other times, head cocked back, eyes closed. “Wow. Wow.” He would repeat. We did this for about ten minutes or so. It felt so fucking good as my hole relaxed more with each thrust. “Ok,” he suddenly stopped. “We need to stop or I will come.” I nodded and kissed him passionately as he held his cock in my hole. I squeezed his shaft with my ass muscles and then pulled out slowly as Ivan moaned. I felt empty. I climbed off Ivan and grabbed a bottle of poppers. I poured some of it on the small face towel and took a deep breath. I laid beside him, next to Ivan’s crotch. I grabbed his thick dick – which was now VERY HARD AND HEAVY – thanks to the pill from earlier. I love the weight of a big dick on pills. There is something about that extra-firm weight and hardness that is such a fucking turn-on! I sucked on his cock head. It felt big and heavy inside my mouth. I could taste my ass mixed with his smell and musky crotch scent. Those scents mixed with the poppers drove me crazy! I started sucking his shaft further into my mouth, deeper, deeper. I took long breaths as I swallowed more of the weight of his shaft. His breathing got heavier, his scent stronger. I sucked and used my throat muscles to massage his cock head, now sinking into my throat. I wasn’t sure I could take it – IT WAS SO THICK! – but my hunger and the poppers/Ivan scent mix made me hornier. I got more of his cock down my throat. I took deeper breaths from my nose and relaxed. Another inch sank into my throat. I massaged it slowly, tightening my throat muscles, then relaxing them, then tight again. Ivan was in ecstasy. He started to slowly fuck my mouth. I stayed still and took deep breaths as he fucked my mouth, getting the entire shaft inside my throat. MAN did that feel fucking good! I was being filled so completely by this massive man. It was amazing! He just kept fucking my throat, slow and even, then a little faster, then slow again. I would take deep breaths, saliva dripping out of mouth, running down my chin, my neck. Ivan started to finger-fuck me again, two fingers at first, then a third. That only made me more hungry! I stayed still as he fucked my throat further. I again massaged his cock with my throat muscles as he rapidly started finger-fucking me aggressively. FUCK!!! It felt amazing to be assaulted on both sides. I was delirious. Eventually I needed to pull away and take a real breath. His cock pulled out of my mouth and it felt like a fist had come out, the sudden sense of weight and volume being released felt incredible. I wanted more. I grabbed the lube and poppers rag and took several deep hits. I got up and repositioned myself, on my knees, facing the TV. I reached behind and squeezed some lube and rubbed it inside and around my hole. I poured a little more on my hand and grabbed his cock and coated it as much as I could then tossed the lube aside. Ivan got up and stood behind me. We both looked in the mirror as he squatted over me, positioning that thick cock at my hole. He suddenly dropped his full weight on a squat, his cock plunging in all the way, aggressively. FUCKKKK !!! It felt fucking great to have such volume inside my mancunt. Ivan started to fuck me hard and fast, pulling almost all the way out, then plunging deep back in. He was being more aggressive now as he had the advantage of gravity pushing down on my hole. Out and in, out and in. He did this for several minutes, alternating his thrusts. It was fucking amazing to watch in the mirror! And then he tired of squatting over me, so he pulled down behind me, doggie style. He fucked me more slowly now, resting a bit, just letting his cock enjoy my more relaxed hole. I squeezed my ass muscles every now and then and Ivan would moan. I just kneeled stayed in position as he slowly rocked in and out, in and out, staring at our reflection. We fucked for a good, long time, the Tina just making time fade in the background. And then Ivan started to fuck aggressively again, fucking faster and harder, faster and harder. He held on to my waist, squeezing it hard, slamming his thick monster in and out, pulling almost out then slamming it hard inside. He was breathing faster and faster. I pulsed my ass muscles, going from tight to loose, repeating it, over and over, and then just letting my hole be open and relaxed. “WOW!” This time that was an exclamation. Ivan thrust hard and stayed in my hole as he pulsed, coming violently and hard. I could feel his dick throbbing, moving out an inch, then back in. He let go of my waist and pulled out. Again, more emptiness. “Wow. Wow.” “Your man-cunt is SO BIG,” he said, staring at my hole, then our reflection. “Your hole is SO OPEN. And your asslips are SO LOOSE!” Each line was heavier than the first. He started to finger me. I moaned slowly. I grabbed the poppers towel and took more deep breaths. Ivan played with my hole, fingering me, a few fingers fucking me for a minute or so, then pulling out and just rubbing my asslips, then finger-fucking me again with his other hand. And then he pulled his fingers out. And I felt so deprived, so lonely. My hole wanted Ivan’s attention. The empty moment seemed like forever. But as suddenly as it stopped, another sensation started. I felt his tongue. Ivan was slowly licking my hole, just teasing it with the tip of his tongue, darting it in and out of my hole, in and out, in and out. FUCK that felt amazing! Then he would push his tongue violently in as far as he could into my soft mancunt. I could feel his tongue dance around in circles, licking the insides of my velvet tunnel. I grabbed the poppers towel and placed it near Ivan’s nose. He got the picture and repeated my steps taking deep breaths of the poppers. And then he pushed my hand away and furiously started licking my hole in every direction, spitting on my mancunt, kissing it, softly biting it, fucking it with his tongue. I moaned and moaned. He loved eating my hole. And then he started sucking my hole! He was so high from the poppers and the hits of T. He was slurping his tongue inside, getting a taste of his cum mixed with my assjuice. Once Ivan got a taste of that, he couldn’t get enough of it. The wet, sloppy sound of him eating my hole out was a fucking turn-on! He was having a feast, moaning, licking, spitting, sucking on my hole. We both kept taking hits of poppers. We did this for about 30 intense minutes as the T made time stand still. Ivan was loving my mancunt. (more to come) [/font][/size]

I am completely addicted to cum, I know many are. I've recently been looking for guys who will send condoms or Jars/containers full of their cum they've collected. I'd want to drink it and/or use for lube as I finger my hole and much more. Does a website like this exist? Are you interested? I'mean curious to know.

A few people have asked about continuing this story. I've just posted the fifth (!!) chapter of the sequel, under the topic "Dreaming of Adventure / Seeking the Clouds." You can find it here. The second part of this story continues with Seth's exploration of barebacking with Jon, JP, and Cal. It also adds a few new characters that will become important later on. I hope you guys enjoy it.

I tend to travel quite a bit and when the stars align, I can coordinate my travels with a party like Cumunion. I've been able to hit a few* doing this including LA in early May. First, I don't get the area/neighborhood. I had just maybe 6-7 blocks away from the club but on the same street as the club. This was in an area without street lamps and a group of guys were walking down the sidewalk towards my car, about two car lengths prior to reaching mine, I heard loud shouting and commotion and a few thuds which I interpreted as someone just having gotten their ass kicked. So, I found another parking spot, but this time between the club location and the freeway on/off ramp and that was much better lit, and boy am I glad I parked instead of just heading back to my hotel or the Slammer or Zone. Without a doubt, this Cumunion had not only what I'd say was the largest overall numbers in terms of the hottest fucking fuckers but also the highest percentage of attendees who were so fucking hot (at least to me they were). Other points: The clothes check is how Stabr mentioned it except for what happens to your bag once you're done stripping. Their check system (at least when I was there) consisted of me finding a place for my own bag in this fairly small room (it's smaller than my 10x12 bedroom, I swear) where guys are changing, socializing, eating, and otherwise trouncing on all the bags in order to identify and find their bag. Don't get me wrong, no one was trying to be destructive or trample guys' stuff but a 200 lb guy who loses his balance among all the bags and accidentally steps down hard on a bag with jeans in it and your phone happens to be in the pocket of your jeans (I know, don't bring your phone in, but I didn't really feel comfy leaving it even hidden in my car either). To me, it was a mess and I had zero confidence that my bag would even be there at the end. They did have some system to try and verify so that you're not walking off with someone else's shit and I think Stabr mentions this, but the whole room is a shit show. Solution? Bring your own, easy to identify bag and arrive earlier than I did to stash said bag in a corner or behind furniture in the room. What I liked most about LA Cumunion after the sheer numbers of hot guys, was the true mix of the community that was there. Like I said, abundance of hot but definitely something to satisfy any interest or desired flavor. Personal note: I think guys** with physical disabilities pretty much get shafted (and not in the good way either) in the gay community, and every community for that matter (that is if I were to guess and make yet another sweeping generalization and include said generalization in this post). It pumped me up to see quite literally everyone there having some fun. Sure, maybe it wasn't one's first, second or even third choice with whom that guy wanted to have fun with, but to be so limited at such an expansive buffet of male meat, well, I just don't know what to say in response. So, HardOneLA, go forth and have fun and enjoy yourself, but please be sure to report back! *If memory serves, I've been to Cumunion in Philly, NYC (Paddles), DC, Atlanta, Orlando, Fort Lauderdale, SF, Berkley, Chicago, Toronto, Seattle AND Houston tomorrow night so long as my flight operates on schedule, and I can get my car, check into my motel room, shower and get to Club Houston before it ends. **I'm just using "guys" here for the purposes of this post and its audience. My view is not limited based on sex nor is it limited to physical disabilities. It's just that at a Cumunion-type scene, I either didn't notice or there weren't attendees who suffered from developmental disabilities or others.

Good fucking God finish already

I still get rock hard when fucked most of the times. If the top hits my prostate I start leaking precum until I shoot. In the cases I stay soft same thing happens only then I don't shoot but it just dribbles out, which is not as intense but still good.

I feel like I am the sub bottom so I should only cum from not touching my self. I usually don’t get hard but when I do I start leaking.

I had a few raw encounters, but I started training with and chasing for DadP in June, and had the flue for a week and half in July. I still haven't had an official test yet, but will have one in Sept, but I should pass my AIDS test with "flying colors" according to DadP, until then I guess I'm still technically chasing, and am happy not going to get tested out of respect for the guys that have helped knock me up.

Yes it happened to me too. My breeder I'd looking to cage me now

?More please?

Mike grinned as he fished out his cock from his biohazard rubber. “That’s it lad, you know exactly what you want, I’m just going to make sure it’s my strain you carry. The seed that will infect you. I’m going to incubate that bugson hole. Soon, you’ll want nothing but me” He had that right. I was in heat. Lusting. Harder than ever. I felt him push up against my sore hole. The PA tickling the edges, going past them, gliding easily into me thanks to the cum of all the others. It felt powerful, more like a ritual I would get used to, hell even carry out myself once I’m one of them… Fuck. I’m thinking like I’m a pozbrother already. Pushing its way further into me, as if he wanted all of him, every drop to saturate and alter me. “You like that, yeah? Good. You’re just a life support system for a toxic cock. Your principles, ethics, feelings and loyalties – they’re all up for being reconfigured.” Shit, he could sweet talk. “Tell your bugdad how you feel, pig” “I feel whole bugdaddy. I feel right. It’s as if this was my destiny all along. To be your bugson.” It was just coming out now. Dark thoughts I’d never dreamt of vocalizing had no choice but to be aired now during this moment. The idea of me, 42, being claimed as a son by a man of a similar age seemed perverted, but that was small fry to what was on the menu right now. His toxic cock was starting to pump me, my hole clamping down as if to milk him quicker. I knew this was it. My insides felt shredded and sore, but I know that this was the answer to any ailment right now. Mike pulled out and looked down “Ah, pink cummy blood goo. You’re well on your way.” And rammed his meat back into me. The gasp as it wrecked me anew turned him on more, if anything. His thrusts quickened as did his breathing. The assault on me was an introduction to trusting him with my life. Trusting him to use his powers to change that. Trusting him to claim me. “No way back now, pig. Like you had any chance… argh!” Oh wow. I’d taken a fair bit of cum but this bastard fast tracked through that. It was as if the entire sauna had worked together in my recruitment. All I could say now was… “Thank you bugdaddy. Thank you for gifting this boy.” He reached over and began snogging me then gently whispered “Welcome to your new life, pig” and my cock must have poked into his stomach as he sensed my, what, relief? Jubilation? “I can guarantee that you’re now en route to becoming a pozpig. No pig I know, or should I say bred, has ever avoided it. Your cock seems to agree too. Perfect. Daddy is going to rebuild you into the toxic pig you deserve to be” “Yes daddy, thank you” A haze came over my mind. Dazed from what just happened. Feeling myself beginning to be rewritten and transformed. “I like your rubber, daddy. Very hot” “That’s good to hear, pig, because the plans I have for you involve you wearing a lot of it. You’ve definitely earned your biohazard now.” Bloody hell. That’s a sentence you don’t hear in polite society. “When did you last cum, pig?” I had to think. Actually, no, I’d not cum at all throughout the evening. Hard as a rock and precumming like a bastard, but no actual cumming. “Earlier, Sir. Possibly last night” “Ah, so that cock has yet to cum its last neg load, eh?” he said, as he began to stroke. “I think we both know that I should have the honour of taking the last of your innocence then hehehe” He was right. This mad, twisted logic what it was, made it seem like common sense. Almost courtesy. “Um, yes bugda… Oh” He was on it. Worshipping his new son’s soon-to-be-toxic cock. Hurrying the process. It didn’t take long, but my word I don’t think I’ve ever cum so much and so hard in my life. In the afterglow, he tenderly stroked me as if I was a newborn. Our lips locked together and I tasted myself. Or should it be the last remnants of me. It was the first time I think I’ve tasted my own cum, and by the looks of it, not the last. “Lick your lips. He’s gone now. Mr innocent. I own you as of right now. You’re my bugson in mind and in body” He was right. I know that now. My Bugdaddy is always right.

Part 46 　 I made it outside of Hank's place. Still in a daze and my mind really completely at odds on what to do. I came upon 4 guys sitting at the table out there in the backyard. They were all strangers and all nude. I started to walk by when it dawned on me they were all saying hello to me. I stopped and decided not to be rude and say hi, back to them. One asked me if I lived around here? I told him I lived in the other side of the duplex from Hank. This brought smiles from them all and one mentioned that I must be the hottie Hank had bragged about living next to him. Before I could move again, they were all around me wanting to shake my hand. They were all practically talking at once making it hard for me to really catch all. Something about how Hank had told them all about me being straight before meeting him and now being a really good poz boy in the making and how hot it was and they all seemed to want to try me out to see. My befuddled mind was having trouble concentrating on what all was said. Then I felt a hand on my ass, feeling my well used hole and before I realized it I was bent over the end of the table and his cock was sliding into me. I gasped and gripped the table and found myself, again, thrusting my ass back to get more in me. OMG, I just can't seem to stop. Then I clearly heard on them say they all needed to get in there and dump all their nice toxic cum in me to help Hank out. Why can't I seem to stop, but oh, the great feeling of my ass being thouroughly fucked was too much and I just went with it. All I could do was gasp with pleasure. Then I felt him throb in me and pull out and another cock entered and started to plow. My hole was getting sore as hell, but the pleasure was even more so. I stayed in place and took all 4 of their loads and each thanked me for a great fuck. I was then able to get up and stagger to my place. As I entered I glanced at the clock and found it was now after 6 AM. I locked my door and didn't even take time to shower and made my way to my bed and collapsed on it and was out like a light.

Why on earth are you doing this? ?

With my brother in the hospital recovering from the fuck-flu its time for me to get to work lining up his session for all the chasers and thous who want to be recharged with a new member of the brotherhood, and his very toxic load. In a matter of seconds, I post the add for my brother online with a picture of him that he looks like has full-blown Aids they come pouring in. When my brother first came here I had him get a P.A., so that is good for tearing up holes and letting his toxic blood enter their negative system, now I will get him some POZ tattoos that will make him look even sluttery. He is very weak when he left the hospital, but has a raging hardon that he can't hide and I will put to good use very quickly. I will pick the youngest ones first as they will have a better chance of POZZING more to younger ones to help spread his toxic seed feather. The only drugs my brother will have is Caverject and Viagra to keep his dick hard to keep him working. The chasers must be willing to have their hole torn up by cruel condom toothbrush or his long sharp nails to make sure their bloodstream is open to his toxic loads he will be giving you. They can party as we have all the tina in any form you could want and once you enter you must drink what we give you as the first drink will have a good dose of GHB given to you, so you don't change your mind once we start. After the first one who is 22 and left here with a really wreck hole. As I now get to finish him off after my brother dropped four loads in his former boy hole, then it was my turn to fuck this jock who is drop-dead gorgeous to look at he lays here with his ass cheeks spread and bloody cum dripping out as my dick goes in so comfortable from the cum in his hole and I really had a great time as I come around and tell him to clean off the bloody cum from my dick. Over the next few weeks, my brother is getting his Tattoos the work POZ over his dick a scorpion over the crack of his ass and a few others.

Gloryhole after work on Tuesday. Walked into the bookstore (Fat Cobra here in Portland), made eye contact with a guy in the arcade, went right into a booth and he followed in the adjoining one. Sucked his dick just to get it hard, fingered some elbow grease into my hole, took a big hit of poppers, and turned around and sat right down. He didn’t miss a beat and fucked me pretty hard until he loudly bred me. Turned out to be damn near perfect. I didn’t care about the guy, but he was fairly attractive. I didn’t care about the cock, but it was fairly big. I definitely cared about the load, which was quite big. Was in and out in 10 min.

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

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

So this is my first post on this topic. I've been thinking about all this for a while: As with many of us, I grew up in the 90s with an ingrained fear of HIV due to ill-informed "health education" classes, biased teachers, fearful media, and an unenlightened society in general. I was so obsessed with contracting HIV, I would go to the health clinic in college every time I blew a guy. It took me years before I finally had anal sex (with condoms). I was living in a terrified sexual existence of my own creation. Then came PrEP. Once I heard about it, I immediately got on it. Although I still used condoms, PrEP helped abate the anxiety I had after hooking up (also likely related to subconscious shame). Not only that, it allowed me to enjoy a whole new variety of experiences with poz or unknown status partners, who I had ignorantly excluded until then. However, I was still hesitant to bareback. Although I fucked raw with my boyfriend (after a considerable amount of time and tests), I was still unconvinced about the efficacy of the drug. The thought of hot cum inside me and that skin-on-skin feeling thrilled me, but I was squeamish. After some thought, and watching everyone else enjoy the pleasures of the #BBBH, I realized the "worst thing" that could happen is that I could become positive-- and my new experiences with poz partners taught me that life doesn't end after you seroconvert. As for STDs, well, there wasn't really anything that couldn't be treated. I finally decided to bareback. Now, not only do I bareback, I have embraced my true self and finally understand what I've been missing all along. Not only the unbelievable physical feeling of having a raw dick enter you and eventually explode inside you, but also -- paradoxically -- the intimacy of taking a complete stranger's cum. I'm exploring more and more. Yesterday, I went cruising in a park and ended up getting bred by two different guys. That feeling of abandon was amazing as I let my hole get used. Now I'm proud to put "BB only" in my online profiles. As I look forward to new experiences -- and wanted to thank this forum for helping me become the man I needed to be. Actually, the man I was all along.

Part 63 - Confrontation The alarm went off and the coach laid there in bed. All he really wanted to do sleep the rest of the day and recover from the nine hard breedings he took the day before. Instead, he got up and slowly walked to the shower. He stood there letting the water rush over him and then took the soap and cleaned himself off. He got dressed and then packed his bag up and took it to the van. His legs and ass were sore, he was sure that anyone looking at him could tell he had been fucked all night. He walked back into the breakfast area and the team was already there. “Hey coach!” Shane said. The team all had grins on their faces and the coach was sure they knew he had had a rough night. “Hi, guys. Ready for the last day of camp?” he asked. “Yeah. This was a lot of fun” Marty said. “I hope you learned a lot too. We need to be really competitive the rest of the season to make it to finals” the coach said as he shifted his position to find one that hurt less. “You ok coach? You look like you’re in pain” Ethan asked. “I’ll be ok. I just slept funny” the coach replied, getting up and then heading over to get a quick breakfast. The team all snickered and gestured on the positions they thought he was in while “sleeping.” The coach came back and they all finished breakfast. The coach tossed Shane the keys to the van and said “Get everyone’s luggage in the van and bring me the room keys.” Shane and Ethan handed over the room keys and the team headed to the parking lot. The coach went to the front desk and Dakota was standing behind the desk. “Hello, Dakota. We’re checking out” the coach said as he pushed the keys across the desk. “I hope you enjoyed your stay, Coach Adams. I know I did” Dakota said with a smile. “Feel free to stop back any time, no reservation is needed for that hot ass of yours. We give free booster shots, too.” The coach nervously looked around to see if anyone could have heard the last part and was relieved that no one was nearby. “Uh, sure” the coach replied. The coach started towards the front door and saw Ric walking towards the front desk. “Leaving in a couple minutes, Ric” he yelled out. “Thanks, coach. I’ll meet you over at the University. I’m meeting a friend first.” Ric replied. The coach shook his head. If it had been one of his team, he wouldn’t let him skip out of part of the camp, but since Ric wasn’t a swimmer, he just let it go. “Be sure to be over there by 4PM” the coach told Ric. The team headed over to the athletic center and Ric poked his head into Dennis’s office. “Hey Dennis, how’s it going?” RIc asked. “Doing good. I hope you guys had fun while you were here” Dennis replied. “Oh yeah. A lot different than the last time, but still a lot of fun. With any luck the room may have gotten another convert or two” Ric said with a devilish grin. “Yeah, it gets a lot of action and hopefully you guys were successful” Dennis said before he motioned for Ric to come closer. “Keep this between you and me, but you should keep an eye out on your coach. He may need some help in a few weeks.” Ric’s eyes got big “You tagged him?” Ric asked. “Yeah, my boyfriend, Dave, Dakota, Tony, Luis, Juan, Tyler, Carl and I all fucked him” Dennis said. “Dave? The escort? As in Joe?” asked Ric. “Oh, you know? Cool. Yeah, that Dave, er.. Joe” Dennis said. “Wow, you really did a job on him with that many guys. Does he know about you guys being poz?” Ric asked. Dennis replied “Yeah, Joe told him and he seemed to get off on it. We’ll see how enthusiastic he is when the flu hits.” “Now his comment when I ran into him in the sauna makes some sense. He saw my biohazard tat and asked if someone sent me in there. I bet he thought I was sent to breed him” Ric said. “Hehe, yeah. It doesn’t mean you couldn’t once you’re back home” Dennis said. “Fuck no! I don’t want to end up on the news as another student that fucked his teacher. It would screw both of our lives up. Maybe after I graduate, but even then I don’t know” Ric answered. “He’s got a great ass, but yeah, I get it. So you guys head back today?” asked Dennis. “Yeah. This is the last day of camp. The team already left. First, I’m going over to get pierced by Daryl and then meet them at the University before going home” replied Ric. Dennis smiled and asked “Cool. What are you getting done?” “I want to get my nipples done and then a ladder on my cock” answered Ric. “Wow, that’s a lot in one day” Dennis replied. “Yeah, but its kind of hard to get up here. Do you know what bus I need to take to get over to Daryl and Thad’s shop?” asked Ric. “Don’t worry about the bus. I can take you over in the shuttle. Just let me know when” Dennis said. “Thanks, I really appreciate it” Ric said. Dennis dropped Ric off at the tattoo shop telling him to call when he was done and he would take him over to the university. Ric walked up to the door and pulled. It was locked but after a few knocks, Daryl came up and let him in. Dennis drove off and Ric went inside the shop. “So, nips and a ladder? You’re going to be one sore puppy” Daryl said with a smile. Ric picked out a pair of barbell’s for his nipple piercings and they went into the back room. Ric pulled his shirt off, sat down in the chair and leaned back. He felt the adrenaline start to pump through his body and then there was the rush of endorphins as the needle poked through. “Fuuuucck!” Ric yelled out while still trying to hold still. “One down, five to go” Daryl said with a grin. He moved over and pierced the second nipple, with Ric yelling out like before. “Rest there for ten minutes and then we’ll work on the ladder” said Daryl as he got up and put the needles in the used bin and went to get the stuff for the other piercings. Daryl laid everything out and then said “Ok, now take your shorts and underwear off.” Ric did and Daryl smiled as he saw the hung cock between Ric’s legs. Ric sat back down and Daryl asked “Is that what its like soft?” “Nah, its a little hard now” answered Ric. “OK, get it hard so I know what size and where to put it” Daryl said. Ric stroked his cock and once it was hard Daryl rolled his eyes and said “I forgot how big it gets. Just a sec, I need to find some longer bars.” Daryl rummaged through the container of straight and slightly curved barbell piercings and then muttered “Shit.” He got up and went to the front of the shop and Ric could hear him pulling out case after case. Ric sat there with his cock rock hard and wasn’t sure what to do so he kept stroking it to keep it stiff. Daryl came back into the room and said “Sorry, bud. I don’t have anything that’s the right size. Most guys aren’t as thick as you are, and the ones I have would be too short and pretty painful. Let me measure exactly what I need and then I’ll do it when they come in. I know this sucks for you since you can’t get up hear that easy, but I want to do it right.” Ric looked up at Daryl, the disappointment clearly showed on his face. “Damn. Ok. I understand” Ric said getting up out of the chair. He put on his clothes and they walked back to the front of the shop. He paid for the nipple piercings and gave Daryl his number to call when the right piercings came in. Ric called Dennis back and told him he was done getting pierced and a few minutes later the van showed up. Ric hopped in and Dakota was driving. “Heading over to the athletic center?” Dakota asked. “Yeah, gotta meet up for my ride home” Ric replied. There was a long silence as they drove through the streets until Dakota said “Your coach is a great fuck. He took everything I could give him. You think he’s really neg? I mean, not for much longer, but now? He took some pretty potent seed.” Ric squirmed in his seat, feeling a little uncomfortable talking about the coach getting bred. “I dunno. I’m not even on the team, I just tagged along to have some fun with the guys and I haven’t fucked the coach” Ric replied. “Ah, gotcha. Dennis said you were in the club, so I assumed you had tagged him too. I saw you fuck the one coaches in the sauna. That was pretty hot. Too bad you got interrupted by those guys. You should have fucked the bottom guy and left him a surprise present” Dakota said. “I was tempted, but I really just wanted to get out of there. Besides, my balls were empty after I fucked the coach” Ric replied. They pulled up to the center and Dakota turned to Ric. “Here’s my number. Whenever you’re up this way I’d love to hookup some time. You seem like a nice guy and Dennis said you are a great fuck. Maybe we can swap strains” Dakota told Ric. “Thanks, that sounds like fun” Ric replied as he squeezed Dakota’s leg. Ric hopped out of the van and walked into the building and went to find his usual spot. He saw someone sitting over there and as he got closer he realized it was Joe. “Hey, what are you doing here?” he said as he got close. Joe turned and said “Hey, Ric. Well, I got a message from Marcus to meet you and him here. I’ve been waiting an hour. I saw him over with the rest of the swimmers but he hasn’t come over.” “Oh shit. This isn’t good. He showed up at the hotel yesterday and then ran out when he saw my biohazard tat and figured out we were poz. I guess you didn’t warn him” Ric said. “Fuck. No, I didn’t. I don’t think he knows I’m poz either. This might get ugly. I’ll take the heat, don’t worry” Joe said seriously. A whistle blew and that session was over. Joe saw Marcus walking their way. “I’m gonna take us to the wrestling room. No one else needs to hear this” Joe said as he got up and pointed towards the doors. Ric and Joe started walking to them and Marcus changed his direction there too. Joe and Ric got to the doors and walked to the wrestling room. They went in and then kept walking to the second room. “No one can hear us in there even if he yells” Joe said. Once inside, Joe stopped and turned around, waiting for Marcus to come in. The door flew open and Marcus came towards Joe and they could tell he was pissed. “What the FUCK do you think you’re doing? Setting me up with a poz dude? Are you fuckin’ nuts?” Marcus said as he walked up to Joe. He jabbed his finger into Joe’s chest with each of the last four words. “Marcus, you seemed to like him and he liked you. I just thought I’d let you know where to find each other and that there was mutual interest. We haven’t fucked in a while. I don’t know what you’re into or not any more. Shit, you’re both adults and you know you have to have these conversations if you’re gonna fuck… thats if you actually care if a guy is neg or poz” Joe said back in a stern voice. “What? You think I’d fuck with poz guys? This guy’s still in high school. Why would I think he’s poz?” Marcus asked back. “You don’t think guys in high school fuck raw? I know I did. I never used a condom until I got to college. And I know we never used one when I fucked you all those times. Who knows how many poz guys you’ve been with and didn’t even know it” Joe countered. Marcus was stunned. “I… uh… I’m careful about who I fuck with” Marcus finally said. “Doesn’t sound like it to me. Ric said you never asked and only stopped when you saw his biohazard tat” Joe replied. “But I told you, I never expect a guy that age to be poz” Marcus said. Joe could tell the intensity was easing from Marcus’s argument. “That doesn’t mean shit. Old, young, smooth, hairy, athletic or obese. Anyone can be poz and with most guys you can’t tell. Are you on prep?” Joe asked. “What? No. Why would I be. I told you, I’m careful” said Marcus. “Would you have let the other guy in my room fuck you raw?” Ric asked before Joe could say anything. “Sure. He’s cute and had nice cock, but he seemed more interested in getting fucked” Marcus replied, not expecting to get questioned from both guys. “Then you would have take a big toxic load. He just converted a month ago. He’s not on drugs and is really potent. He loves getting his dick in neg holes too” Ric said. Marcus’s jaw dropped and he backed up a step and was clearly panicked. Joe laughed and said “Who knows, that pretty little ass of yours might already be knocked up. You’ve always been a horny bottom. You probably want it but are just afraid to admit it. I’ve seen it a lot. First guys stop asking if the tops are neg and then after they find out they've taken a few poz loads they get comfortable and start looking for the poz guys.” “No, its nothing like that. It just makes things awkward” Marcus said. “That isn’t what guys that are intent on staying neg say. You’re just playing russian roulette. One day the bullet will end up in the chamber and you’re gonna be pozzed up like Ric and I are. It might have already happened” Joe said with a chuckle. Ric was grinning, since he thought he knew where Joe was taking the conversation. “You? You’re poz too?” Marcus asked incredulously. “Yeah, I am” Joe said smiling back at Marcus. “Why don’t you just admit that you want a good poz fuck. You always liked my cock and I bet you’d love Ric’s cock too. He may be young, but he’s hung and knows how to use it” Ric moved behind Marcus and gently ran his hands over Marcus’s speedo covered ass. He heard Marcus gasp and then his breathing became labored. “No, thats crazy dude. Why would I ever want to knowingly take a poz load?” Marcus asked. “Once you’re poz, you never have to worry about some guy pozzing you again” Ric said softly in his ear as Ric’s hands continued to rub over his ass. Joe moved closer and brushed his hands over Marcus’s chest, rubbing the hard, pierced nipples. Joe could see Marcus fight with himself. “I know you want it. Just tell us and we can give you a fuck like no other. You can choose who and how. Just me, just Ric or both of us. I could even set something up and get a group together, but Ric might not be able to make it and you really should experience his cock. Just say yes, Marcus and we’ll take you over to the storage room and give you the fuck of your life” Joe said. Marcus was muttering to himself as he listened to Joe. A large wet spot of precum had soaked through his speedo and his cock was getting harder. Ric thought he heard “oh fuck” over and over but since he was behind Marcus he couldn’t really hear it. Joe saw a tear run down Marcus’s cheek and then he said “I want to but I shouldn’t. Oh god, what do I do?” “Let fate decide for you. That’s what I did” Ric said. “What?” Marcus said, confused more than ever. “I took the loads and let fate decide if I got pozzed. My life has been so much better since then” Ric said. “oh fuck, oh god” Marcus said and then was breathing heavy. Joe and Ric let Marcus stew with the thoughts and finally Marcus said “Give me your poz cocks.” Joe's grin got more intense and he led Ric and Marcus over to the storage room. The three went inside and Ric locked the door. Ric moved in behind Marcus and started to kiss the back of his neck and put his hands inside Marcus’s speedo and pulled them down. Joe pulled off his t-shirt and dropped his shorts to the floor. A tug and his jockstrap was laying on top of his shorts. Joe moved closer and kissed Marcus deeply. He could feel Marcus’s cock get stiffer between them and rubbed his body against the leaking shaft. Ric was the only one with clothes on, so he pulled away and shucked his clothes onto the floor too. Getting closer, he got down on his knees and pried the firm ass apart. Ric inhaled deeply, smelling the sweat and scent from Marcus as well as the chlorine from the pool. He licked along the crack and and felt Marcus shiver. Joe licked and kissed down Marcus’s front and took his stiff cock into his mouth. Joe sucked and licked, trying to get Marcus to a stage of lust that he would never want to come down from until his ass was full of Ric and Joe’s cum. He could hear Ric doing his best on Marcus’s pussy and knew they had to be intense but not take Marcus over the edge. When Marcus started to squirm he knew that it was time. Joe pulled off and pulled Marcus down to his knees. Ric sat down on the rolled wrestling mat as Joe directed him to. Joe turned Marcus so that he was in between Ric’s legs and then moved in behind Marcus, like he had done dozens of times before and slicked his cock up with spit. Marcus started to lick Ric’s hard cock and braced himself on Ric’s legs. Joe pushed the piercing into the throbbing pucker and added more spit. Pressing in harder he could feel Marcus start to tense up. Joe gave him a few strokes with his hands along his back and Ric’s hands were caressing his his head which was enough to relax Marcus and Joe pressed in harder. A few more rubs of his hand and Joe felt the hole open up enough and he gave a nudge, letting the rest of his cock head pop past Marcus’s outer ring. When Joe had fucked Marcus in the past, Marcus was always eager to get all of his cock inside him. This time Joe was going slower and figured once he got a good rhythm going Marcus would become the usual cock hungry slut. Joe started to rock his hips, pushing deeper in each time. Marcus was energetically sucking Ric’s cock and Joe’s strokes got longer. Soon he was fucking Marcus just like the old days. He pushed all the way in and then got up on his feet, pushing Ric’s cock deep into Marcus’s throat. With Joe now in a better position, he began to pound Marcus’s hole. He could feel the ring tug and pull as he jabbed it into the tender walls of Marcus’s rectum. Joe was hammering away at Marcus’s ass and was amazed that Marcus was still sucking Ric’s thick shaft. Ric had his eyes closed and was enjoying the oral workover from Marcus. Joe knew he wasn’t going to last much longer, but wanted to make sure he got Marcus’s chute opened up and prepped for Ric’s larger cock. He pulled out and plunged back in a few times but that just intensified the tightness in his balls. Joe grabbed Marcus’s shoulders and drove his cock in deep. The pulses from his cock were intense and he could feel the cum shoot out and cover the walls of Marcus’s tunnel. Joe grunted as each wave of toxic seed pumped into the swimmer. Marcus had stopped sucking when he felt Joe start to breed his hole. It was too late now, Joe’s poz cum was now inside him, possibly infecting him. Marcus was expecting it to feel different, but it felt just like all the other times Joe had cum inside him. It was a feeling that he loved - the warmth and wetness of another man’s cum deep inside him. He let out a loud moan that surprised not only Ric and Joe, but himself. His heart was racing, knowing that he had just done something that he had been avoiding since he took his first cock. Joe left his cock inside Marcus for a minute after the shots of cum ended. He slowly pulled out and left the gaping, cum filled hole empty. Ric realized it was his turn and gently pulled his cock from Marcus’s mouth and slid over before quickly moving behind Marcus. He saw some of Joe’s cum dripping out of the battered hole and smiled as he lined his cock up. He pushed in and Marcus’s hole was tight. The coating of spit and Joe’s cum didn’t seem to be enough to let his cock just slide in. He waited until Joe was in place in front of Marcus and Marcus had started to lick the still hard shaft clean. With a little more pressure, his cock descended deeper into Marcus’s hole. He could hear the groans but kept pushing further. When he hit the inner ring he looked down and still had over an inch left to go. Ric grabbed Marcus’s hips and thrust in, plowing in the rest of the way. He heard a muffled scream so he stood there motionless for half a minute. When Marcus seemed to recover, he pulled back and heard another muffled groan. Ric started to rock back and forth slowly, letting Marcus get used to his sizable shaft. Just like he had done the first time fucking most of the guys, he let Marcus get used to it and then fucked faster or longer. Marcus seemed to adapt quicker than many guys and he thought it might be one of the few times that Marcus would know how it felt to be fucked by his own cock. Their length and thickness seemed to be similar from the short time that he saw it before Joe began fucking Marcus. Ric soon had a good pace going, long firm strokes felt good inside the experienced hole. Marcus even started to squeeze down on his cock occasionally. A tingle or two from his balls told Ric he was nearing the point of no return. He fucked harder and looked at Joe who was watching Ric pound Marcus’s ass. Joe grinned and nodded to Ric as he sensed Ric was getting close. Joe held Marcus’s head down on his cock as Ric pushed in all the way. Ric let out a growl as his cock pumped shot after shot of charged cum into Marcus’s wrecked cunt. After the first few spurts, Joe let go of Marcus’s head and let him gasp for air while Ric flooded his ass. Ric left his cock inside Marcus while his body recovered from the orgasm. Ric pulled out and sat down on the floor against the rolled mat. Marcus then backed away from Joe and laid down on the floor on his back, breathing heavily. “Oh my god that was wild” Marcus said. Joe got a wicked smile on his face and leaned forward and crawled between Marcus’s legs. “What are you doing, Joe?” Marcus asked. “I just want to feel what that hole feels like after Ric stretched you out” Joe replied. Before Marcus could say anything, Joe lifted his legs up and slid his hard cock right into the loose, cummy hole. Joe started to drill Marcus again, this time feeling Ric’s and his cum mixed together coating his cock. Marcus moaned as Joe fucked him. He tried in vain to clamp his hole down around Joe’s cock and just laid back and let Joe pound his pussy. “Damn, you’re loose now” Joe said. “Think he can take us both?” Ric asked. A look of fear came over Marcus’s face as Joe said “We can try.” Joe hooked his arms under Marcus’s arms and then leaned back until Marcus was now riding him. Ric pushed Marcus over so he was laying on Joe’s chest and he straddled Joe. He pressed his cock against Joe’s shaft and then up to Marcus’s hole. He shoved in and got nowhere. He then pulled his foreskin back and pushed slowly and felt his cock head catch on the battered hole. Pushing harder he heard Marcus whimper and then it stretched enough for him to start sliding in. Joe held Marcus still as Ric’s shaft pushed along Joe’s. Ric felt Joe’s piercing drag along the bottom of his cock as he gave Marcus the last few inches. Marcus was fully impaled on both cocks and had never felt so full in his life. Ric started to move back and forth with his hips and while the strokes were only a few inches long it was enough to send shockwaves through all three of them. He kept it up for a few minutes and then felt Joe’s cock start to pulse against his own. Another dose of Joe’s viral cum pumped into Marcus’s ass and the feeling caused Ric to shoot another load in too. Marcus whimpered and yelled out “Oh fuck!” as he felt the third and fourth poz loads fill his tortured hole. Deep down he knew this was probably it - his neg days were now numbered. He was on an adrenaline high like never before with the risk making it so much more intense. Ric pulled his cock out and Marcus stood up, his shaky legs barely holding him vertical. Ric put his clothes on and helped Marcus get his speedo back on. Helping Joe off the floor, Ric watched him put his clothes back on. They walked slowly out of the wrestling rooms and towards the pool. As they got closer to the pool, Marcus went over to where all the swimmers were. Joe and Ric went back over to the other side. Joe gave Ric a hug and told him to keep in touch and let him know where he decided to go to college and then headed out the door. He stared at Joe's ass walking away from him until the door closed. The final whistle blew and the camp was over. The teams showered and packed and Ric dragged the equipment duffles back to the van. Everyone hopped in for the drive home. They pulled into the school parking lot and as Ric was unloading all of the bags the coach walked up to him. “Ric, I’d like you to stop by my office some time this week. I think you’re the only one at school that can help me with a few things I need to know. This is just between you and me. OK?” Coach Adams said. “Sure thing coach” Ric replied.

Part 5 Nick handed Rob another half harness and what looked like a pair of trunks. “Go ahead and try these on, they are made of neoprene: they will fit tighter to the contours of your body and the codpiece in the front snaps off so you can just remove and fuck.” That idea certainly intrigued Rob and he headed back to change. He walked about ten feet when he stopped dead in his tracks and turned back towards Nick. “Hey man, these shorts have a big opening in the back, I don’t think a Top should be showing off his ass suggestively like that” “There is no fucking way in a big group situation do I want people fingering my asshole cause they think I am looking to get fucked; The only thing I let near my ass is some faggot tongue!” Nick raised his hands in defense and responded, “I didn’t mean to imply anything bud, I would think it would be clearly obvious to anyone that looked at you that you were all Top and they shouldn’t mess around with your ass.” “Frankly, I help organize a lot of parties and gangbangs and its pretty common for the power muscle tops to wear something that exposes their ass; but if you don’t think you’d be comfortable, try this instead” “These will mold to your ass but won’t leave your hole exposed”. The two traded the neoprene trucks and Rob headed back to change. “Wait a minute bud, there is one more thing.” Nick walked over to Rob and handed him a thick solid metal cock ring. ”Put this on as well, it’s obvious you are well hung, but wearing this with help fill up that cod piece on the trunks better; I want you to really see how the gear can make you look.” As Rob closed the door to change, Nick turned and returned to the laptop to enjoy the show. Nick had to practice a lot of self-control to not let out an evil laugh as he watched a naked Rob struggle with the cock ring. The effects of the Fuck Water were really starting to take hold. Rob’s cock was half hard at this point and it caused him a lot of difficulty and pain to get his big balls and cock through the opening in the steel ring. With great determination, Rob sucked up the discomfort and finally succeeded. Of course all the fondling of his cock and balls just made him harder. There was no way the cock ring was coming off. Rob did like the way it presented his package and from what he could tell it did seem to make him fill out the cod piece better. The second Rob saw himself in the mirror in the main room, his jaw literally dropped. He already knew he liked the look of a half harness, but Nick was right about the way the neoprene would fit and show off his chest. The blue accent stripes only made his eyes more piercing and created the illusion that his eyes and the bright blue stripes were actually the same color. The way he looked in the neoprene trunks was mind boggling. The low cut hit his hips just right and really highlighted the V-shape of his torso. The fit somehow made his six pack abs even more noticeable. Even he couldn’t help but feel his eyes drawn from the perfect abs directly to the bulging cod piece. He turned to see the back. His muscular bubble ass was clearly framed to perfection. The way the material clung to the dimples of his ass cheeks accentuated the results of all the time he spent on his lower body gym workouts. The way the leg openings slightly rose on the side helped show the definition in his legs as well; from his thighs all the way down to his calves. Rob had one word to say “Sold!” “Well, based on that reaction you must approve of this look,” Nick said with a big shit eating grin on his face “Snap off the cod piece”. At this point Rob was too entranced with how he looked in the mirror to even second guess Nick’s suggestion. As he removed the pouch his fully hard 8” cock sprung straight out in front of him. “Hell yeah!” “Now all I need is a party to go to so I can put my weapon to use,” he said as swiveled his hips to make his cock and balls bounce. “What about those gangbangs you mentioned, do you have any coming up soon while I am still in town?” “As a matter of fact stud, there is one scheduled tonight”. Rob did his best to act nonchalant and cool as he asked for details and how he could get an invite. He did barely veil the excitement in his voice as he questioned Nick, but his cock was harder to control as it visibly throbbed at the mention of a gang bang. Nick explained that the party was run like a private club due to privacy concerns and the ability to control who participated. “Actually even a lot of bars here in the South are run under the pretext of a private club; you know, whatever happens between consenting members at a private event happens.” Nick further explained that most of the members of this club were Tops with just a few versatile guys in the mix. “We bring in an appropriate number of bottoms that have volunteered to be used by all.” “Although I will say that we do keep the bottoms naked, restrained and totally tweaked,” Nick said with a wink. Rob laughed, ”There is nothing like a little Tina, G etc. to make and keep a bottom compliant.” “I prefer to keep them very compliant so I don’t have to hear them whine that I’m fucking too hard, or crying out that it hurts – a compliant bottom never says no either!” Both roared in laughter. Nick’s evil grin appeared again as he nodded to acknowledge Rob’s statement. He then replied “Compliance – that’s an interesting way to put it.” Rob fist bumped Nick, “Here’s to compliant bottoms.” “So what do I have to do to get a club membership?” ”Well, since I am an organizer I can sponsor you with a guest membership to get you in,” explained Nick. “It does help me make it up to you for the way Jerry harassed you in the store rather than just giving you a discount on the gear you are wearing. I am assuming you are buying what you are wearing now for the party.” Rob started to roar in excitement, but regained his composure and simply said “Thanks, man that would be awesome! And yes I want this gear.” “Grab your ID so I can scan a copy of it and get some info for the application. I’ll fill that in on the computer while you are changing back into your street clothes; that way when you get to the party they will have everything ready and all you have to do is sign the form and can begin plowing some ass.” “I am assuming you are going to change back to your shorts, tank and flip flops to walk back to your hotel.” Rob laughed and went to get his ID. He handed his driver’s license over and Nick grabbed his own phone and said, “I also need a headshot to show it matches the ID.” Nick snapped a few quick pics, although they some were full frontal body shots. Rob changed to his street clothes but had to leave on the cock ring because he was still fully aroused and he was pretty certain that the only way to remove the ring at this point would basically rip his cock and balls off in the process. ”I have one more quick question that I need to ask for the application; I’m pretty sure I know the answer based on your dominant sexual position but I have to confirm.” “You are Negative, I assume?” Rob nodded “Yep!” “I need directions to the party; what time does it start?” Nick handed back Rob’s ID and said “We hold the gangbangs in an industrial area on the edge of town; it’s not walkable to get there from the Quarter. On Friday night, an Uber or taxi is going to cost a bunch.” “So I was thinking you could come with me, I’m leaving from the shop at about 10.” “I stay at the party usually until around 3 or 4 in the morning, if you want to leave before then we’ll get you a ride back to the Quarter. If you come with me, I can walk you through the process and show you around a little as far as where the different bondage and watersports activities occur as well as the location of the refreshment bar.” “Well actually, you’d probably call it the compliance station.” Rob laughed and said, “That sounds great, thanks for the offer, I’ll be back at 10 then.” “Is there anything else I need to know?” “There are no cameras or phones allowed, if you bring one you’ll have to check it at the front door.” “There is also a clothes check in case you don’t want to walk back here in your party gear.” “Although it’s not like the people in the French Quarter aren’t used to seeing all sorts of attire walking down the street on a Friday night!” “I’ll probably throw on a pair of gym shorts and a T-shirt over everything for the walk back here to the store.” With that Rob grabbed his stuff to leave. As they were walking back to the front door of the store, Nick handed Rob a plastic glass of water from the fountain “Here bud, have a drink to go, the heat outside is going to hit you when you leave.” Rob was excited beyond belief as he walked back down the street towards his hotel. He was going to get his cock in so many asses tonight with no effort on his part at all! He also was uncontrollably horny, it's probably because mental images he had in his head regarding the gangbang tonight that was making him so fucking horny he thought, however he didn’t think he’d be able to make it the couple hours until the party to get his rocks off. So when his path led him back past the video arcade he decided to make a quick stop. He paid the entrance fee and got a couple dollars’ worth of quarters for the booths. He hoped there were some cock suckers in the back. He wasn’t disappointed; he was approached by a young preppy looking cock sucker almost immediately. He didn’t waste any time, he motioned with his head and entered a booth. Rob no sooner dropped the quarters in the machine when the cocksucker entered and locked the door behind him. The guy introduced himself as Patrick, but Rob was in no mood for talk, he opened up his shorts to free his cock and pushed the guy to his knees. “Suck it”. It was obvious to Rob that Patrick had sucked plenty of cocks before, but he was spending too much time with running his tongue around the mushroom head so Rob started aggressively feeding his cock deeper. Patrick pushed off Rob’s cock suddenly and to Rob’s surprise, Patrick handed him his phone. “Can you take a couple pics of me serving your cock; I want to send them to a couple friends back home so they’ll believe me about the big cock I sucked?” Rob was a bit annoyed but took the phone and said “Look at me faggot while you suck my cock” Click… "Now stick out your tongue while I slap my cock on it.” Click… “How about a video clip so they know the pics aren’t the result of photo shop?” Rob took a quick video of Patrick slobbering on his cock and then rammed it in balls deep to the back of Patrick’s throat. Patrick started gagging at the sudden intrusion and tears started running down his face. While Patrick was momentarily distracted, Rob quickly sent the two pics and video clip to all of the contacts in Patrick’s phone. Rob’s laughed to himself thinking ”I’m just helping the whore out, this way none of his friends, family or co-workers feel left out and the whore won’t be accused of favoritism.” After he handed the phone back, he grabbed the back of Patrick’s head and began to skull fuck him. Fortunately for Patrick the rough assault on his mouth and throat only lasted about 10 minutes before Rob shot a large load of cum directly down his gullet. As Rob pulled his cock out of Patrick’s mouth and wiped it on his face he noticed Patrick’s lip was bleeding. “Guess the cock ring must have split his lip,” he thought, “the whore is lucky he knew how to cover his teeth or they probably would have gotten chipped as well.” It was at that time he noticed they had an audience from the glory holes on both sides of the booth and could hear the distinctive sounds of cocks being jacked from the “show.” Rob didn’t have time though to feed another cocksucker at this moment; he had a party to get ready for. He closed up is pants and left the dazed Patrick on the floor as he exited. As he walked back to the front of the arcade to leave, he saw two other guys enter the booth with Patrick and lock the door. “The whore is going to be busy,” he snickered. Jesse had just finished his shift at the bar and was chatting with a couple guys when he saw Rob start to pass by on the street. Rob saw Jesse as he was walking by; he raised the bag containing his recently purchased gear from “Master Nick’s” and gave him the thumbs up signal. Jesse smiled and returned the gesture. Rob’s hormones were still raging but he just didn’t have the time to thank Jesse with his cock. He also didn’t have any party drugs with him and it would take too long to convince Jesse to take his cock without them. Rob shouted to Jesse “Thanks for the directions man, I’ll stop back later in the week to chat.” Jesse on the other hand knew he would actually see Rob later that night. After all, it was just over an hour ago that he had received a notification on his phone that his finder’s fee had been paid and deposited to his bank account.

if I saw you I'd stop and suck you off till you were empty and can't get hard anymore

Love to find some POZ porn; if it exists.

Jason had lost all sense of time as he hung in the sling being spun around and raped by dick after dick. Chants of “poz the pig!”, “Breed the bitch” and “Convert the cunt” echoed around the halls drawing more attention from the various perverts in the sauna, each approaching what had started as fresh meat and depositing more and more loads into his sloppy used cunt. Slowly but surely the crowds started to disperse leaving Jason alone in the mirrored room with one other lone man. He had stood apart from the fuck crowd, leaning against one of the walls watching all the action but not yet engaging. As Jason slowly spun, he caught a glance at the stranger and immediately noticed the difference in this man. Rather than being some old rotting corpse, this man was tall and muscled. Jason guessed he would have been referred to as a Daddy, and would have looked at home in some form of uniform or position of authority. He had a dusting of hair across his chest and abs, which looked moulded into his flesh. His legs were thick matched only by his arms which, even un-flexed, showed strong and clear definition. He walked up to Jason and grabbed a leg with a tight, strong grip holding the boy in place and stopping the swinging. “Looks like someone has been having a lot of fun this evening” the daddy said as he softly stroking the inside of Jason's leg, working up and down the smooth skin softly grazing the boys shrivelled balls. “Please”, Jason murmured “Please let me down, I just want to get out. This is all a mistake, I just want to go please”. A few tears dropped from Jason's eyes. No longer in a drug fuelled haze, the horror of the events were slowly catching up on him. The once hard, rough, rude boi from the day before had long gone, broken and replaced with a sad lost wreck, just desperate to hide and pray it was all a nightmare he would wake up from. “Now, now. There's no need for these tears” the Daddy said as he slowly stroked one up off Jason's cheek and ran it over the boys dried lips. You've been given a rough time but gotten over the worst of it. Now you can just start to enjoy yourself. I think it sounds like you need to just relax and enjoy yourself.” Jason started to plead “Please, Please just let me down from here, please I just want to get home, please I'm begging you man, please youre not like these other guys please, just, please just let me done please”. “Ssssssh sssssssssh, calm down.” and a finger was laid across Jasons lips with just a tiny amount of force to keep the lips in place. “Im not going to let you down but I am going to get you up”, and with that the Daddy removed his towel from around his waist. Strapped around his thigh was a thick leather band with several syringes secured in. The daddy removed one and gently tapped it looking at the fluid in the dull red light of the mirrored room. Walking over to Jason's secured arm he tapped on a vein and watched as Jason's eyes began to panic. “Wait, wait Wait!” pleaded Jason “Please don't whatever that is please don't stick me man please” but Jason had no means of escape strapped in place securely into the sling with no means of bucking or moving. Time immediately slowed to a crawl as Jason could only watch as the Daddy took one hand and tightly gripped his bicep in a powerful vice grip, whilst pushing the needle into his arm, pulling back the plunger slightly drawing a tiny amount of blood into the needle and then, satisfied, slowly depressing the plunging pushing the contents directly into Jason's vein. The Daddy unleashed his grip and took a step back as Jason's eyes bulged and he began coughing as the slam took its effect. His entire body lit up like the strip at Vegas, everything was bright lights colour and sensations, the mirrors were captivating dazzling shows as his eyes darted around the room, his ears capturing all the moans and groans of sex occurring around the building. Taking his opportunity the Daddy came close to Jason and ever so gently began to stroke his skin causing Jason to moan incoherently as his senses were in over drive. “Oh fuck oh fuck! OH FUCK” Jason pleaded as the Daddies fingers gently fluttered around the boys crotch, hips and then circled his puffy bruised and torn pussy lips. “I'm going to need you to get me hard boy” The daddy said as he slowly spun the sling around so Jasons head was at his crotch giving Jason a close up view of this mans meat for the first time. The Daddy's dick was built just like the man. Huge and thick. Jason without thought opened his mouth as the the daddy took his tool and began shoving it into Jason's mouth, though it barely made it past the lips considering the thickness and the tight fit of the boys mouth. He leaned forward pushing more of this cock along Jasons teeth hitting the back of his throat. He still had another 6 inches to try and get in the boy but he knew it wasnt going to happen without dislocating the boys jaw. Perhaps fun for another day but not here, so slowly he dragged his cock back out, as Jason gasped or breath eyes bulging and colour slowly returning to his chalky white face. “Huh I must have been in there longer than I thought” mused the daddy as he spun Jason back around and looked at the hole. Even with all those dirty loads this was going to stretch the little pig past breaking point. But it seemed he wanted it. As the Daddy circled his large mushroom head around the puffy lips, Jason was groaning and moaning with the sensation. “Do you want this boy” said the daddy as he slowly began to spread the lips with his dick. Moans and groans were escaping Jason's lips but it was incoherent. “I said do you want this boy” said the daddy a little louder with a bit more aggression. Jason looked up, eyes as wide as saucers staring blankly in response. A sharp sudden pain threw light across Jason's vision snapping him back to a sense of reality as the Daddy threw his open palm across his cheek. “Yes” Jason muttered. “Yes I want it”. “Yes what?” another open palm slammed across Jasons cheek. “OW Fuck! Yes Sir, yes I want it” “You want my poz load boy” “Yes sir” Jason replied less sure of himself, but not wanting another blow. The daddy slowly pushed forward, pushing another few inches into Jason's hole. Jason's head threw back as he screamed out. His hole had been fucked mercilessly but that was by many an average sized dick. This was like a baseball bat being pushed deep into his hole, he could feel his skin being stretched, stretched beyond its limits and it felt like he was being torn apart. The Daddy kept pushing until he hit some resistance. “second door” mused the daddy “best knock hard” as he pulled back and then pushed forward with a force, smashing the virginity of Jason's second rectum wide apart, pushing deeper and deeper inside, not stopping until his big heavy balls bashed against Jason's soft dick. The Daddy held still pulsing his thick cock inside Jason's hole with one hand over his mouth letting the boy muffled screams slowly die down. The daddy slowly began to draw his hips back and made small motions gently getting the boy used to the fucking motion. All these other patrons had been having their dirty fun, but none of them knew how to truly break a pig. To so many of them it was about dumping their loads, passing on their bugs, making them feel like they had control over someone vulnerable. But thats not the way to truly break someone. You had to make them want it. Make them need it. As the Daddy's thrust became longer and longer the moans and sobs underneath his hand were becoming softer in volume and pitch. As he withdrew his hand, the boy in front of him was slowly fading and the pig was revealing itself. “Ugh oh fuck, fuck sir, yes, fuck, fuck, FUCK” Each time Daddy pulled back, he came back a little bit further giving him a harder deeper thrust, over and over again until he was eventually thrusting his entire thick 13 inch dick back and forth into the greedy pig who was begging for it. “Thats it pig beg me for my load” “Yes god yes sir, please dont stop, fuck give it to me sir” babbled the drugged Jason as the sensations in his hole overwhelmed all other sense. “You want to get my bug? You want me to charge you up you filthy pig” “Yes I want your bug, give it to me sir, charge me up, charge this dirty pig, I want your bug sir I need your bug” The words coming out of Jason's mouth had no meaning to him. In essence he was just repeating back like an automated machine. Chemmed up and in stimulated overdrive he had no self control or understanding, not that it would make much difference as he bellowed out in ecstasy as the Daddy took one final deep thrust and began pumping his 4 day load deep inside the bowels of the newly discovered pig. Jason's eyes rolled back slightly in sheer bliss as he felt each pump, he shot of the toxic juice flooding his insides. Slowly the Daddy pulled back and let the first rectum snap shut trapping the deadly load deep inside. Next he pulled back further allowing his softening dick to snake its way and plop out of the truly fucked and trashed hole. “You're doing well for someone new to this. I think you've found a new hobby” laughed the daddy as he admired his work and gently squeezed the juicy lips. “But still looks like there is more work that can be done here. So lets get you down”. The Daddy went around the sling unbuckling the various straps and lifting Jason down onto the ground. Jason immediately collapsed to the floor, his knees buckling under him. “Come with me boy, I've got something special planned for you now” said the daddy as he scooped the little pig up into his chest cradling him in between his thick arms. Walking through the admiring crowd around the door turning down the hall walking further into the darkness ahead.

Whilst we'ed been talking I heard the front door open a couple of times and footsteps in the changing room and then going up the stairs. I left Sid reading his paper and levered myself off the chair, aware of the cool spunk coating my cheeks. Upstairs, I ignored the sauna as I heard voices in the small TV room off on the other side of the landing. There were three guys there, much older than me watching the TV. One sat in a threadbare sofa on one side and the other two on another sofa on the other side. They were real trolls with sagging tits, spindly legs and old, lined faces. There was a porn movie playing with a couple of twinks fucking in a bedroom. "Nice cock on that lad." Said one as the camera zoomed in to show the heavy cock sliding into an arsehole. "Not bad," Said another. "Got a good technique, too." They could have been discussing football or something for all the casualness in their voices. "Alright matey?" The one on the sofa on his own smiled at me reavealing a mouthful of bad teeth. "Why dontcha sit here?" I sat down beside him, conscious that he smelled of body odour, and noticing his hand tugging idly at his cock had dirty fingernails. The others were watching the porn, wanking each others cocks as they moved on to taliking about some new housing estate being built. "Been before?" Asked the old man next to me. "Nope" I said. "First time. Been here a couple of hours" He cackled. "Yeah and I bet Bill or Sid have been up you by now - they don't hang about!" I blushed and nodded. "Both of them." He interrupted the other two. "Dirty bastards have fucked our friend here already!" They laughed and one of them, with rings through his sagging tits and a paunch hanging over his heavy cock gestured me over. "Let's have a look,then." I stood and went over. He turned me round and I bent forward, allowiing his scaley fingers to spread my cheeks and probe my hole. "He's wet, alright. Carrying a bellyful of dirty spunk, I reckon." The other man next to him was very thin and wasted looking with heavy veins on his arms and legs and a fat erection sticking up from his lap. "I need a fuck," He announced. "Once I get off, I can relax a bit." They pulled me onto the sofa between them, getting me to kneel on the cushions and rest my arms on the backrest. Lube was rubbed roughly over my hole, and then the wasted man got off the sofa and got behind me. Without any warning, he slid his cock into me making me gasp with the size of it, but the lube and spunk in my hole allowed it to slip in easily enough. "That's better," I heard him say as he started to thrust into me. The other two ignored us and began a conversation about the news whllst next to them I was being fucked by this disgusting old man. "Ahhh... " he said to the other two. "That feels better. Just need to empty my balls and then I'll hit the sauna." He hadn't even acknowledged me but now I felt his thrusts becoming urgent. For all he cared, he was fucking a piece of meat just to get off. "Yeah...he gasped. Here it comes!" With that he collapsed on my back, shuddering and grunting in orgasm as he shot his load up my insides. After a while, he got heavily off me, pulling his cock out brutally and said. "Right, see you later" to the other two. Then he left. I just knelt there gasping and embarrassed, spunk now dripping over my balls and onto the cushions. "Look at all that spunk!" Said the one with the tit rings. "Reckon Arthur gave him a bellyful that time!" I looked over at them, my face flushed with lust. The man with the tit rings stood up and held his heavy cock in his hand. "You do know you've been pozzed, dont'cha mate?" I nodded and just knelt here. He grinned and for the first time I saw the dark blotches on his skin and the sores on his lower legs. "Good, So you won't mind another bellyful of poz babies then, will you? With that he got behind me and began to slide his fat cock slowly, deliciously into my rectum. "Hold still, darling and let's see if we can get you pregnant today." He whispered as the other man laughed in the background.

Thanks for the comments, guys. I've got a bad news, good news, bad news situation for you. the bad news. Chapter 10 was the last chapter in this story. the good news. I've already started to work on a sequel, "Seth's Cloudy Dreams." the bad news. I'm going to take a break from Seth's Dreams, and work on "On the Job Training" for a while. Check it out. I think you will enjoy it.

Previously... The only thing that felt right about the last few minutes and now suddenly my hole felt empty. It was weird to realise that one cock was the perfect fit for my hole, the one cock to really fit in and not make me spaz out and demand it’s withdrawal within seconds of entry. The one cock to rule them all, heh! I needed that cock back in me! This would be the cock to teach me how to properly bottom, and learn about all the miracles of the prostate. I turned back to the talented cocksucker who’d been fucking me so smoothly, to say that I was ok now, only to see Orson Adams standing there with a rigid cock to match mine in size, looking at me with genuine concern… Orson fucking Adams! Fuck! Right so… Motherfucking Orson motherfucking Adams! Fuck my life! That scammy bastard had managed to fuck me while I was distracted by buff Northern Europeans and a troubled bisexual. As if he hadn’t been the bane of my life in college – always making snide remarks about my three boyfriends Joe, Andrew and Kevin when he thought he could get away with it and putting up posts to the college message boards about promiscuity being a sign of insecurity and not loving yourself. The prick who right now was lifting me gently to my feet and guiding me to an upstairs toilet. As I was worshipping the porcelain god and he was leaning against the sink trying not to notice, he commented “So I’m guessing that MDMA is pretty strong then” Keeping my voice low, I answered “yeah I guess the lads didn’t mean to get quite so carried away” “Still tho” he added, ‘that wasn’t cool. I’d just sunk my cock into your perfect hole, when suddenly you were spasming and thrashing and then gasping… I dunno what the fuck Kurk and Sven were thinking. That wasn’t cool” I retched at the memory and then was given a disposable toothbrush by the sickeningly attentive rat-bastard. He continued “this will sound weird, but I’ve been here all night, and at many of the other nights and yet those few minutes with you were the most intense I’ve felt in a long time. I mean… has anyone ever told you how beautiful your asshole is?” (What the fuck?) I wiped the leather mask’s insides with wet tissue, thankful for their cover. I kept my low voice, “don’t worry about it…” He looked a little sad and turned to me and asked “…but I want to. I mean, I don’t even know your name?” As I stood up and took him in, it dawned on me that Orson had actually seriously buffed up since our time in college. Not only had his skin cleared, but his chest and arms had filled out and on top of it he had a tattoo – Orson fuckin Adams had a tattoo – some tribal design on his hip (yeah how 90s!), but still! Also his young baby features now looked refined and youthful in his thirties. All in all, had I not known what a bastardy shit of a weasel he was, I may have actually been attracted to him. “It’s Dealer Dog bud, and don’t tell me yours, I’ll be ok thanks” His hopeful face, crumpled at my rebuff, I almost felt a little cruel, almost till I remember that this lad was probably behind the fact that me and my group had been ostracised from every gay function in Uni while we were there. I just wanted him to go. I pointed to the door. “Look the guys were a bit rough, it happens. But don’t go knocking them when you were the one fucking your big dick into me at the same time. That hurt too and I’ve gotta go make sure I’m ok down there now, so I’d like a little privacy.” Again Orson gave me wounded animal face. Nope, not gonna give him any sympathy. Still a rat-bastard, slimy arsed politician. As he walked for the door I heard, “I’m sorry, I thought you were enjoying it, I mean had I thought that I hadn’t had consent…” I turned and with the last shred of restraint said “that’s alright Orson, just go” and closed the door. I turned and leaned against the door. Fucking hell! I decided that the best thing right now would be to wipe myself down and clean myself out. With a wet cloth I gave myself a whore’s bath (down as far as possible, up as far as possible, then possible) which was all I could do without removing the chaps, though I did lose the dog mask to give myself some freedom …and mouthwash. Freedom and mouthwash – sounds like the next country and western hit! Then as I was sorting out my jockstrap (the front of which had gotten wedged above the chaps somehow), I replayed the last few minutes and realised… shit – I just used Orson’s name! I stared at myself in the mirror and pulled on the dog mask again, and looked at the creature staring back at me. I don’t quite know how long I stared at this leather clad Dober-man… “bzzt… Mike….” WTF? I looked around – someone had called my name – it sounded tinny. “Mike!” I looked down to the lightswitch, there was a speaker with a button beside it. It was Simon’s voice. “Um… yes?” I answered. Simon’s crisp tones came over the speaker. “Much as I enjoy watching you having your Donnie Darko moment, there are guests without drugs down there. Sort it out” I looked for a video camera, there were suspicious looking appliances in each corner near the ceiling. Now that I thought of it, these devices were downstairs as well. I looked up at the nearest sensor like device and nodded. “Oh and answer the door would you? It seems like there’s some reinforcements” I walked out into the upper level corridor, passing a panicked looking Kurk who gave me a very shame-faced acknowledgement – fuck it – who was I to judge him after the media circus I’d had a hand in putting him through? On the way down the steps I saw Orson sitting alone a stool by the kitchen island. I nodded at him from the dog mask and he returned it. There- we’re already back at civil relations. If I somehow got through this night without letting the only guy who decently topped me know who I really was, i.e. his slutty nemesis from college, then we’d have no problem. Walking into the reception/foyer area, I looked over to an antique coat stand and took a long cashmere oversuit coat and wrapped it around me. There was a wallet-shaped lump in the pocket and curiosity got the best of me and I sneaked a peak at the wallet’s insides. Multiple hundred pound notes and a credit card belonging to an Alan Slater, my mind was scanning the society columns... Wait wait… There was a developer family called the Slaters who lived and owned most of Carrickfergus whose son would be about 40. I hurriedly repocketed the wallet and took the coat off. My journalistic skills had got the better of me and I decided to quickly find out who else was here before I brought Gavin in. Grabbing the drug tray from beside the empty couch, I made my way further into the depths of the living room. Further back on an ottoman was a shaven headed guy I’d yet to meet being fucked rapidly by Sven. The guy was lying on his left side and had his tanned back to me (with some sort of flock of birds tattoo on his right shoulder blade). Looking at the movement of the two of them was pure poetry. He was being half-supported and fucked sideways by the bartender. When I say sideways I don’t mean it in the slang way like he was giving him a “sideways” fuck like a manic fuck or a rabbit fuck. I’ve heard it used all kinds of ways, but for me it still just means when you fuck someone at a ninety-degree angle to their hole, not the usual doggy or missionary position. Sven held up the guy’s right leg while leaning his chest against it to slam his pale cock down his fuckhole. The view from behind, as the shaven headed bottom shoved his head into the fabric of the ottoman and buried moans of pleasure that matched Sven’s pounding rhythm (definitely rolling with ecstasy I thought!). The bottom had wrapped his right arm around a couch cushion like he was holding on for dear life! Sven was running his free right hand down the right side of the bottom, taking in all the sweat and the tattoos, while never missing a beat in his relentless pounding. The muscular ass-cheeks were facing me and stretched apart in this position, giving me a full-on clinical view of the fuck. I watched the bottom’s taut connective tissue around his hole expand and contract around the shaft of Sven’s cock looking like the easiest thing in the world. I still knew that, were it me in that position, I’d have to be high as a fucking kite. Cause there was no way I’d want to allow that much cock in me sober. The bottom’s ass lips looked like they were sucking down on Iceland’s hottest export. I knew that position could really work for some though, but even still… I remember once back in college days I was sitting on the armchair jacking off watching Joe fucking Andrew on the coffee table right in front of me. Then Kevin, the blonde nerdy engineering student, who was standing beside me, started wiggling his asshole over my cock from the side of the armchair. I told him that if he wanted it, he had to sit on it (I was way too stoned to move at that point). The only problem was that there wasn’t a lot of room in front of me, what with the other two fucking there, so while I lubed up, Kevin just reached back and grabbed the other arm of the armchair and angled himself above me still facing to the left. As I said before I’ve a pretty girthy cock so it was maybe even easier for Kevin, who was a bit of a reluctant bottom except when stoned. When he was baked, well, all hell broke loose and you had to hide every hard cock in the building! He was a bitch in heat then… Anyways I always liked the position cause while you sacrificed depth, for a lot of prissy bottoms it was easier for them to take me. I remember Kevin basing out on me in one pure motion that time, and he normally took forever to get me all in. While I was looking at Sven in all his pale perfection standing and holding the muscled lad’s right leg way up and grinning and heaving like a maniac, the doorbell rang again. Fuck! I gotta go get that… Leaving the tray back on the couch’s coffee table again and running over to doorbell I looked through the door spyhole. I first noticed Gavin, who was looking fucking fine in a tracksuit combo, not too unlike my original clothes. Then to my utter surprise, behind him I saw Theo and Padraic. Wait – what? WHAT? What the Fucking Fuck!?

Previously… Meanwhile Sven was tweaking my left nipple with one hand and with his right he was shoving his fingers past one of the four detachable buttons on the dog snout – the snout would come off if all four were detached. He shoved his fingers expertly in to find my mouth. Sticking his index and middle finger in my mouth he started grinding his chubbed-up boner against my hip, Saying “I’m gonna fuck you ya little bitch”. I heard the snap as the other lower button for the snout was detached. The snout was movable now and I opened my eyes in alarm as I was being exposed after Simon strictly told me not to be. Right in front of me was an expanse of white skin stretched taut over a six-pack, dark pubes leading to dripping hard hooded eight inch cock. Kurk McCaimble was standing over me and Sven. He pushed the snout to the side and fed me his cock. Right so… …. Mmmfhhh …was what I said. Not that anyone was listening. I was being …well… ravished! I was being ravished on the couch in a sex party that I’d brought MDMA to. One moment I’m sitting on my favourite bartender’s knee, the next, I’m on my back on his lap, with my legs held in the air by a sexy blond Übermensch, while Northern Ireland’s male Christine Keeler stands over me, feeding me his thick dripping meatstick while a fourth lad goes nuts on my cock. I’m being force-fed cock through a dog mask I might add. Which I was grateful for, cause I wasn’t sure whether Kurk would know who I was (or the many invasive articles about his life I’d written) but I’m pretty sure Sven the bartender could enlighten him. I’d bragged about my “important journalist” job long enough to try and gain his interest. Although honestly Sven probably wouldn’t remember enough about me other than that I was a regular down at the bar, he had enough guys hitting on him. Maybe the MDMA was just feeding my paranoia. Maybe I didn’t need to wear a dog mask and could suck Kurk’s juicy cock with impunity. And fuck it was juicy! With the support of Sven’s hand on the back of my masked head, I was getting as much of that fuckstick into my mouth as I could. I know most people are programmed to look at some groups a little way outside their genepool as attractive, but say what you want, as far as I’m concerned, Irish guys have the nicest dicks of any white people. There’s just something so big and satisfying about Irish cocks. English cocks suffer by comparison. I mean they’re fine, but they’re always lacking something – either length or they’re a bit too freakily narrow, or their head is much bigger than their shaft… Irish cocks are always well proportioned. Call me racist if you like, but it’s a consideration when I shag a guy – for white dick, you can’t beat fat home-raised Irish dick. And Kurk’s was a beaut! He was getting really into thrusting into my mouth. His foreskin has been sliding back in my mouth as he grew and grew and now I was getting the back of my throat punch-fucked by his fat mushroom head. Thank fuck there was a bit of space for my nose in that mask cause I was hitting dangerously close to gagging. I can’t imagine what it must have looked like to the 23 year old, shoving his cock into a Doberman-styled facemask, but I hoped my oral skills would overcome the weirdness of it. Meanwhile, while I was getting effectively mouthraped by Northern Ireland’s most famous man-candy and secret bisexual, my ass was being held open to all kinds of stimulation. The blond Andreas had pulled up my legs by the knees and my cock, balls and hole were propped up off of Sven’s lap for Andreas’ cocksucker to feast on. The big-dicked fourth guy from the couch, the one who had been busy sucking Andreas off when I sat down, was now running his tongue up over my asshole, across my taint and up my shaft as he chowed down on me. The feelings were intense and kept distracting me from blowing Kurk, who luckily was now more slowly thrusting into me, cause Andreas had started rimming him from behind. I was really getting into the rhythm when with a forceful thrust Sven shoved me all the way down on Kurk’s cock. Oh fuck I nearly threw up! Yet that really seemed to do it for Kurk cause he was getting pretty rigid and close to cumming. Meanwhile the lift-up by Sven made me able to see Andreas behind him, rimming the 23 yr old, reversing their roles from when I came over to see them first. The blond’s body took up most of my vision as I watched him jerk his cock – yeah German cocks could definitely go for second place after Irish ones if basing them on Andreas – it was cut and perfectly proportioned to his muscular body. The guy must have been a model or something. I still couldn’t see much of the fourth guy – just the top of his wavy haired head between my legs. He must have been on the floor on all fours rimming me off the couch. I couldn’t see him but I definitely could feel him. He was treating my asshole like a gourmet meal, really getting his face in there. I applaud these men – no prissy whining about what they will and won’t do – just getting stuck in like a dog digging for a bone. He transferred his attention to my oozing cock and another MDMA wave of euphoria swept over me… Fucking hell! I felt like I was cumming the precum that was dripping from my cock into the unknown guy’s mouth. Not that he minded, the sucking grew more intense – damn tho! He fucking knew what he was doing – slurping up all my pre-jiz, the slut! Fuck yeah! As I writhed under this assault, Kurk had established a rhythm with Andreas, lifting his right leg to balance on the back of the couch to give the German more access, now more forcefully shoving his throbbing cock into me. I felt fingers back around my pulsing hole, then what was definitely… not a finger. I thought back to the cock I had seen when I came over first – it was a massive juicy one even when semi-hard. I started to tense in spite of myself, but I couldn’t speak over Kurk’s cock. I pulled back to try and dislodge him, only to have Sven shove me all the way back down to Kurk’s pubes. As I spent all my concentration on trying not to upchuck whatever was left of yesterday’s chilli-fries on Kurk’s crotch, I felt a tapping and some cold lube on my hole. Fuck! I was going to be fucked soon if I wasn’t careful! However this time my asshole’s tingling had warmed up to a pulsing feeling and the idea of something thick and heavy parting my ass-pussy lips right now, well it kinda felt fucking right! I worked my hips up and down to rub against the tip of the cock and felt the pressure mount. Speaking of pressure, Kurk’s dick was getting rigid as he stepped up his pace of thrusting into my face, getting rock hard whenever I pulled back and retched. I felt he should have cum by now, but some guys take forever. Also even though I couldn’t hear it, I think he signalled Sven to make me deep-throat him non-stop. Cause next thing Sven had grabbed the mask, holding onto each of the Pinscher ears and was making me skull-fuck the lad faster and faster. This may sound hot, but unless you’re into really rough play, it’s about as sexy as waterboarding. I was fucking gasping, unable to breathe as Kurk’s cock rammed the back of my throat repeatedly. I started seeing little stars out of the side of my darkening vision, and if that wasn’t enough, the fourth lad had decided that now was as good a time as any to pop his cock in. As the massive head shoved in my strangely receptive asshole, and Kurk’s cock plunged to the back of my throat, I couldn’t take all the invasion and puked up all over Kurk’s cock and pubes. I managed to hold most of it in my mouth, mostly, but as Kurk looked down at me barf, he got a distant look in his eye and suddenly convulsed with cumming – a mixture of pleasure and disgust shot across his features, while cum shot across mine – well at least across my mask. He pulled his puke-covered cock out of me as I gasped for air. “Oh shit” he exclaimed, jumping off the couch and running for the toilet. I swallowed back the puke, to make it seem like what happened didn’t just happen and then erupted in a coughing fit as some puke went down the wrong pipe – I was a mess! The lads were a bit stunned by Kurk’s sudden departure, so what with my mask, it seemed like the only one who realised that I’d thrown up was Kurk, who was probably in the bathroom wondering right now if he should be shocked that he came after and not before I blew chunks into his pubes (in my opinion no worse a fetish than fucking some leathery old homophobic vadge-bag, but what do I know?). Not fucking Sven (the over-zealous bastard), or Andreas (the oblivious bastard)… …but then I heard a familiar voice, “Jesus lad are you ok?” and I felt a cock pull out of me, a cock which up until now I’d forgotten about in the messiness of the last few minutes of coughing and spluttering. The only thing that felt right about the last few minutes and now suddenly my hole felt empty. It was weird to realise that one cock was the perfect fit for my hole, the one cock to really fit in and not make me spaz out and demand it’s withdrawal within seconds of entry. The one cock to rule them all, heh! I needed that cock back in me! This would be the cock to teach me how to properly bottom, and learn about all the miracles of the prostate. I turned back to the talented cocksucker who’d been fucking me so smoothly, to say that I was ok now, only to see Orson Adams standing there with a rigid cock to match mine in size, looking at me with genuine concern… Orson fucking Adams! Fuck!

Previously... I leaned back. My thumbs hadn’t been idle. The entire time they’d be working his fuckhole with little massages and using his sweat to lube and slowly open it bit by bit. To this I added his spit, spitting down on his upturned ass. Watching that twitching hole glisten with spit and wink at me, I couldn’t resist anymore. Shuffling my legs back I dove down to eat that tasty tan pucker (How he got his hole tanned is beyond me – that must have been some funky sun-bathing). As I reached back to pull myself hard, I heard groaning from below. Simon was obviously enjoying himself. I shuffled back up again and positioned my cock at his cunt. Spitting down on his ass for lube, I looked back at Simon. “This is for smacking me” and shoved in. Right so... I don’t which was hotter. Watching my cock bottom out in Lawyer John’s tanned hole… I mean Simon’s tanned hole, or watching his pained expression, his mouth open and grimacing, showing his perfect white teeth. “Ah fuck ya wee bastard! Use a bit more lube” I pulled back a good bit, giving him time to adjust. “Wait a sec” I said, and with that I picked him up (uppers always give me crazy strength) and pinned him against the wall next to the bathroom and the table with the MDMA on it. He was sandwiched with his knees in front of his shoulders and I miraculously still had my cockhead inside him. I had both hands now holding him under his ass. I looked around behind me to see my camera still pointing and showing a red-light. No lube on the floor though. Deftly I released one hand and massaging along his smooth hamstring, I brought it up to his lips and opened it to him. “You want lube, gimme some!” He duly spat all our shared juices into it. I spat some more into it too, but the MDMA was quickly making me dry out the way ecstacy does. Locking eyes with Simon I reapplied the lube and pushed back in. The extra lines of MDMA were definitely kicking in at this point as I started to plunge into that silver fox’s cunt. The last few minutes of his phone footage showed me leaning my forehead against Simon’s and making a hrunnghing noise as my bubble butt worked up a sweat pumping in and out of that tight gym toned hole. At some point when Simon reached up with one hand to steady my fucking and stroke my cheek I heard some beeps from his phone, which meant it had stopped recording. I was getting close. Pumping faster and faster. I leaned in to kiss that beautiful bastard. Both of us were dry from the MDMA as we explored eachother’s mouths “I may still have battery in my own phone, if you want to record me cumming in you?” I asked, breathing raggedly... He looked at me, ineffectually trying to stroke his own cock while being sandwiched. “Just cum in me ya bastard” I didn’t need any more encouragement. I let loose, slamming my pelvis into his ass. The slaps rang out between us as our sweaty bodies collided with ever building force. The bathroom door opened with the force I was pounding against its wall. I was sucking in air faster and faster… “Oh fuck yeah. That’s it” Simon look directly into my eyes “Cum in me ya little shit. Seed my hole.” I closed my eyes with pleasure. The moment was coming. I felt a little shock as Simon spit across my face. “Look at me while you cum ya bastard” I obeyed the bossy bottom, slamming his back against the wall with renewed energy. I leaned in and covered his mouth with mine, as much to shut him up as to kiss him. He resisted and twisted under me. I just pressed on. Then lightning struck. The combination of MDMA and cumming electrified and shuddered through my system – I could literally feel each drop build in my ball and push out through my urethra and spray his ass walls in rhythmic spurts, till I was dry.… Simon and I were both groaning as we mashed our smiling teeth together, feeling each spurt together, every sensation entwined… For a few seconds we were locked together in this glorious chemmed and cummed up universe, propped up beside the open bathroom door. Then the spell broke. Iain, popped his head around, still high as kite. “That was some show lads!” he said, as he stood over the toilet, working Hugo further into his own hole. With the giant black dildo standing up from the toilet lid, positioned right between his muscular cheeks, Iain lifted himself off and reapplied even more lube from the bottle – ah there it fucking was! I pulled out of Simon with a sigh of relief and he shakily found his feet. The MDMA was still buzzing in my system, there was no way I wanted to leave this horny set-up yet, just cause I came. I looked past Simon to his bathroom sink, noticing the glasses filled with toothbrushes under the cabinet. “Glass of water?” He nodded silently, reaching around to investigate his battered hole. I rmoved in past Iain, (once more grunting as he strove to conquer mount Hugo) and was surprised once again to feel his warm mouth envelope my cummy cock. I was pretty sensitive so I had to pull back. “Easy Iain, I’m a bit tender down there. Let me get this water and you can finish the job” I filled and passed a glass to Simon and gulped mine myself, mentally willing myself to focus a bit more. Iain took the opportunity to once again lap at my salty cock and this time I let him, the water triggering a wave of slutty sensations flowing through my drugged-fucked brain… Iain’s tongue was slurping all around my cockhead past my foreskin. Looking back, I could see Simon sniffing his cum-covered fingers and he reached over to give me a whiff too. He lowered his fingers to my hole and pushed my cum into my hole. I pushed back on him, two fingers, two knuckles deep. Oh Fuck! I was being assaulted at both ends and was loving it. All our combined smells were intoxicating. The smell of Iain’s ass juice and lube as he continued to mount the dildo was getting me horny again, and though I didn’t think I’d be able to get hard so soon Iain’s (now full-on) blow-job was helping inordinately. In a moment of lucidity, I spoke up, “Iain, Simon, that feels amazing, but I’ve just cum. Gimme an hour or so” Simon smiled and said “I can help you there Mike. Iain, pass me the Caverjects” Oh fuck! I heard about these – instant boner injections. Iain reached behind himself, showing some serious muscle-pit, and opened the bathroom cabinet above the sink. Pulling out some boxes he passed a bag full of goodies to Simon, but not before I saw a baggy full of what I hoped were ecstacy pills in it. Behind me I looked to see my phone’s red light was off too. Good. I didn’t want this act recorded. Simon was prepping the injection and swabbed my cock with some alcohol. Looking back it’s a good thing I was high too as I would never, in the sober light of day, let another man, especially a high one, go near my cock with a needle. A short jab and a wipe and a press-down of cotton on the injection site, and I watched in awe as I could feel the rush of blood redirect itself to my cock. Simon told me “Count down from a hundred and watch your cock”. Time measurement isn’t great when you’re fucked up, but it seemed to me I could almost see my cock growing. Within less than, I guessed, two minutes, it was rockhard and edging on ten inches. Iain’s eyes lit up at my cock. Simon quipped “down boy, let wee Mike here have a moment to heal up”. He turned to me “should I be calling you Newry10?” and we laughed and headed back over to the table. Simon had prepared six lines and as Iain gave up on Hugo’s last 4 inches and came in and joined us, we spent the next ten minutes snorting lines and reviewing our fuck-videos. Iain agreed with us, that Simon’s was the hotter angle, but mine was the longer clip. On mine, there was even a clip of Iain’s lower half trying to take Hugo as the bathroom door banged open near the end, but he assured me it wasn’t incriminating. I heard a beep and saw a characteristic mask symbol on the top of my phone – who was messaging me this late? I opened Grindr in full view of Simon and Iain and there was another message from Gavin “Why you up sexy?” Simon reached over and nabbed my phone before I could reply. He quickly scrolled through the flirty banter we’d posted in the last few days. Looking at Gavin’s private pics in the conversation, he asked, “the lad’s pretty hot, do you want him to come over?” Gavin was a pretty hot half-Pakistani nurse with curly brown hair and over the last few months we’d been slowly sending eachother more revealing pics. Gavin’s last one was a pic of him in one of those Andrew Christian neon-green jockstraps, which framed his caramel brown ass perfectly and brought our his green-hazel eyes. This pic in particular was the one which inspired one of my BBRT profile pics. I started to stammer a reply – that we’d never properly followed through on our dates, that these pics were just constant teasing and it was slowly becoming one of those odd grindr friendships but Simon cut me off. “If you want him, tell him to come over. None of this bullshit time-wasting nonsense. Hang on…” With that Simon quickly typed some sort of reply and then got me and Iain to stand up beside him. With all our dicks pointing outward over the MDMA table, Simon took a photo of them from the abs down. Two (and a half) six-packs and 22/23 inches of cock, and a fuck load of drugs. Before I could protest, he sent it with a message “all teasing aside, get over here if you want the night of your life” and his address. And we waited… Bing. A simple reply. A smiley face with the big O, and the words “nice one. On my way” As Simon put our phones away, he turned and said “now that that wee bit of insurance is covered, will ya say after me: “Whatever happens in this apartment doesn’t leave this apartment” Gay slag’s honour” I repeated what Simon said, then giggled thinking about the kid’s game “Simon Says” and told the others. Iain laughed too, but Simon didn’t. I guess he heard it a few times by then. He was busy rooting through the bottom of his wardrobe. Iain pulled me in for a passionate and bone-crushing snog – the MDMA was kicking in again, and when I surfaced for air I looked back to see Simon holding a tray and a pile of leather. A leather dog mask, a harness, chaps and a jock strap specifically. “Wear this” “Seriously? I’m not really into pup-play?” “Wear it Mike, and from now on we call you Dealer Dog y’hear? You too Iain” Iain looked up and nodded and went back to his new favourite game – pushing my cock down to its limit and then letting it spring back to my belly again. I tried to protest again, but Simon was having none of it. Iain started sucking on me again while I was distracted. “Fuck Mike” Iain said, to be immediately corrected by Simon, “I mean Dealer Dog” he hurriedly added and continued, “you’re gonna be pretty popular downstairs.” Realising I must have let myself into a proper leather party, I resigned myself to wearing the outfit. In fact a part of me was kinda turned on by the whole set-up. I buckled on the mask and jockstrap, with Iain helping me with the chaps. Meanwhile Simon busied himself preparing lines of MDMA all over the tray. It seemed weird to stare out of the leather eyeholes and bite inside the leather jaw. Weird but not off-putting. Simon thrust the tray into my hand and went to the door. He pushed a switch beside the light-switch with a speaker and spoke into it. “Attention my bulls, in a minute I’ll be releasing a terrier into the bullpen. Treat him nicely and he might give you a sniff of his wonderful supply. Don’t overwhelm him though, and just call him “Dealer-Dog” and he might even let you rub his belly, or if you’re really sweet, give you a taste of his ten-inch cock. I heard a roar of approval downstairs. Simon opened the door and picking up Hugo, he pointed me out. He turned to Iain, who was sprawled on the bed, and said… “Simon says ‘let’s get this thing all the way inside you’” …and shut the door. So there I was bearing a tray of MDMA and trussed up better than a leather-freak at Folsom. I looked down at the jutting oak-beam staircase, hearing the throbbing house beats coming from below and thought “better begin my descent…”

Thank you all for the continued responses to my post. I'm turned on by the chasing/gifting aspect of pregnancy and love reading posts and fiction when guys are talking about "getting pregnant" and getting "knocked up" and "bred". I really loved Chesire_Cub and Schven's responses regarding the bug-chasing parallels. Most of my experience has been with woman and with guys who fantasize about conceiving and actually being pregnant. I've shared the following fantasy with a few guys and wanted to post it hear for kinkygradstudent, NC_guy, samsonfifty, carwestie and headnurse20 who share my fascination with baby making. Here goes, hope you enjoy: I would love the idea of knocking you up and watching your belly grow with my baby inside you. I want to fill you with my DNA and watch your body grow and change from the billions of sperm I planted in you. As you got bigger and your pregnancy progressed I'd dress you up in maternity lingerie that showed off your huge gravid stomach and every chance I got I would slip my bare cock into you and reach around to rub that big pregnant belly, holding you tight in both arms an running my hands all over you, squeezing milk from your swollen breasts into my palms and then gently rubbing it all over your big stomach. I'd treat you like a lady but you'd feel my cock flex every time I slid my hands down over your big stomach to find your hard cock. I'd hold your belly with one hand and stroke your cock with the other while I gently pumped my rod into you. I'd roll over onto my back and pull you on top of me, your cock and big knocked up stomach pointing straight at the ceiling and my bare cock still inside you. I'd tell you to squeeze your breasts and spray milk up so it can rain down on us. Milk would arch from your nipples and cover us as I thrust into you from below. Your belly and tits would be slick with your milk and I'd coat my hands with and reach around to stroke you. My cock would still be deep inside you and I'd whisper in your ear that I wanted you to shoot your load up onto your stomach and cum all over our baby. I'd tell you I can't wait to pump your fertile body so full of my sperm that I'm going to give you twins next time. As the thought of being bred by me and growing big again and again with our babies makes you shoot your load. I'd aim your cock towards your belly and say "shoot that cum all over our baby, cum on our baby!" as you pumped ropes of hot cum all over your pregnant belly. As you felt each pulse of jizz leave your cock you'd feel my cock twitch as I pumped thick spurts of virile sperm into your body, just like I did the night I knocked you up. As your orgasm subsided I would slip my cock out of you and slide out from under you, leaving you on your back with your legs spread for me, your pussy gaping open and dripping with sperm. I'd kneel between your legs and lick the sperm and breastmilk from your tummy and push it into your mouth with kisses. I would get turned on feeling your cock trapped between my hard stomach and your big round belly. I'd comment that you were getting too big for your lingerie and that I'd have to take you shopping for something bigger. Thinking about dressing my pregnant lover up like a woman expecting would make my cock would rise again. I'd lift your legs, raise your balls and sink the cock that got you pregnant back inside you, using my last load as lube and telling you that I couldn't wait to knock you up again. I'd lean down and start to nurse the milk from your breasts as I pumped my hard cock back into your pregnant pussy. Will any of you write back and tell me about how you'd like me to get you pregnant in the first place? What would you do, what would you say, what would you wear? Let's make some babies.Thanks all for the replies. I hope to hear from you.