Leaderboard

Went into a clothing store earlier today to buy a new pair of jeans. It was quiet and the young guy behind the counter (about 21) was eyeing me off. I went into the change booth to get changed and after a couple of minutes I saw a shadow like someone was standing outside the booth. I opened the door and the guy from behind the counter was standing there with his hard cock out, stroking it. Saying nothing I let him in and proceeded to get naked. He got naked too and smashed my hole for a good 10 mins before unloading inside me. He got dressed, walked out and went behind the counter. I got a 15% discount on my jeans.

Part 20 - The Singer Jordan was up early doing his rounds before many of the guests surfaced, Daniel had drifted off to sleep by the time Jordan had left. He told Anderson not to disturb him until 9am when he would come back for breakfast. The sun was just beginning to peer over the horizon as Jordan was walking along the pristine beach, he stopped to chat with the deck boys who were responsible for keeping everything just so on the beach and pool terrace. Cael was having an early morning dip before he started work, Jordan waved at him continuing his walk around up to the Orchid Wing pool terrace. His key card opened the gate and he walked through noticing a lone swimmer in the pool, his gaze was averted by the scene and how serene and tranquil this pool area was. Guests were beginning to enjoy coffee on their verandas, many of whom said good morning to Jordan as he wandered across the terrace, the swimmer had stopped and was getting out of the pool. "Morning Jordan" Sam said with a beaming smile and still mesmerised how fit and good looking he was. Jordan smiled and walked over "Good morning Sam, how was your swim?". "Great and this place is amazing, so much more private than the Sandy Lane down the coast" Sam replied drying himself. Jordan chuckled "That is good to hear, did you sleep well?". Sam looked and responded in a rather flirty fashion "Oh yes, very very well". Jordan shook his head smiling he knew Sam was flirting with him "Excellent, and is Morgan looking after you?". "Yes he is. Jordan are you allowed to join me for coffee?" Sam asked trying to hide his shyness. Jordan smiled "Of course I am allowed, but this morning I have breakfast with my partner". Sam shuffled his feet "Ah okay, it's just I'm not use to being so alone like this". Jordan looked at him "What do you mean alone, I thought you would have a whole heap of friends". "No, most of them just see the famous me so it is quite a lonely existence" Sam replied. Just them Jordan's phone beeped he excused himself for one moment explaining it was his hotel phone, he saw it was Daniel 'Where are you, breakfast is ready'. Jordan smiled and typed quickly 'Tell Anderson we have are 3 for breakfast be there in 2 minutes'. Jordan tentatively responded "I guess people see the fame and money aspect and not the person?". Sam finally relaxed his body "Yes you hit the nail on the head. I thought I needed alone time but this is way to alone". "I did read somewhere you had a partner?" Jordan asked him. Sam laughed "Yeah, he tried to screw me over selling pictures all the time, so no partner anymore". "Come on Sam your having coffee and breakfast with us" Jordan said not giving the chance to say no. Sam looked at Jordan "Us?". "Yes, come on" Jordan walked over to the terrace gate and opened it with his key card. Sam giggled "So you are in the suite next to me?" Jordan smiled and nodded opening the gate and calling out "Danny we have a guest for breakfast". Daniel looked up from his book and put it down "Oh excellent". "Sam this is Daniel my partner" Jordan said introducing them. Daniel walked over towards them "Hello Sam, nice to officially meet you". Sam shook his head smiling "Hi Daniel, sorry I didn't realise Jordan had a partner or even gay". "Come sit Sam" Jordan said and then looked at Daniel "I think Sam was feeling a little lonely". Daniel sat down "Well it can get like that hidden away here". "Thank you both, you get use to people forcing themselves on you wanting to be best mates" Sam responded. Daniel and Jordan sat and listened to Sam during breakfast, it appeared to both of them that although he had a possy of people running around him it was a very lonely existence being so famous and single, normality in a true sense was now hard to come by. They were getting on pretty well due to Sam being relaxed around them, Jordan looking at the time realised he would have to get back to work and went over to kiss Daniel. "Back to work Danny boy" he said kissing him on the head. Daniel pinched Jordan's arse "Okay miss you already" he chuckled. Sam stood up "I should go and leave you in peace Daniel". Daniel looked over at Sam "No, sit back down you don't have to go". Jordan leaned in and whispered to Daniel "Invite him for dinner if you like". Daniel nodded and kissed Jordan then looked at Sam "We can spend the day together if you like Sam". "Yes please I would like the company" Sam replied eagerly. Jordan left them to it just as Anderson brought fresh coffee out and poured it for them, they spent an hour mindlessly wittering away to each other. Sam was now on 'Danny' terms instead of the formal Daniel, it was fair to say that Sam was gobsmacked when he found out that Daniel's family owned the Salinger Hotel Group. Daniel found Sam a pair of sunglasses and a baseball cap so that he couldn't be easily recognised, they wandered out of the Orchid Wing and down on to the beach and got Cael to put some sunbeds close to the sea. Daniel and Sam swam and sunbathed whilst Cael looked after them both as well as being look out for any unwanted attention. Sam laid back on his bed a little out of breath at the swim they had just done but happy, it had been ages since he was able to really chill out and no be on his guard all the time. The 5 days seemed to go by quickly and Sam had become good friends with Daniel and Jordan, he had spent most of his time sunbathing and swimming with Daniel and joining them both for dinner in the evenings. They swapped phone numbers promising to meet up when they were back in the UK next week as Sam wanted to take them out for dinner for their kindness. Sam had already sent messages to some of his closest showbiz friends telling them how amazing the hotel was for privacy. Jordan had also by this time been to the British Embassy and received a resident visa which allowed him to work and stay longer in the UK. There last couple of days on the island were bliss, Jordan had a knack at running the hotel, friendly but not stuffy like some of the top hotels on the island. Sofie returned and took back over the running of the hotel leaving Daniel and Jordan one day of alone time before they flew back to the UK. The flight back to the UK was surprisingly good taking in to account that Steve was not attending to them, Callum had put the whole family and Jordan on the airlines VIP list which went to explain why they received private escorts to their seats and the impeccable service on board. They only had a couple of weeks before they were due to fly out to LA for thanksgiving during which time they would have a lot to cram in. It was early evening when Daniel and Jordan were sat on the sofa cuddling up back in England, tired and jetlagged from their flight but fighting to stay awake so their bodies adjusted. The weather had turned much colder as autumn had really set in, they sat chatting about their trip to LA with Jordan expressing his concerns over being back there knowing that Sage would probably be angry, the last thing he wanted to do was put Daniel or anyone at risk knowing what he was capable of. Daniel assured Jordan that they would not stray far from Nicky and Kit's mansion for the 4 days they would be there. Their phone pinged simultaneously, Jordan looked and saw a message from Nicky saying she would be in London day after tomorrow for a publicity event for 2 nights. Jordan asked if they should invite her to stay, Daniel gave a thumbs up to lazy to move any other part of his body that was snuggled up against Jordan. Nicky responded outlining her plans and that she would love to stay, seeing that her second night was free they decided to host dinner. Jordan sent a message out to the Bajan Group 'Dinner at Daniel's on Wednesday evening' the replies came back quickly all yes's except Kit who was staying behind with the children in LA. Jordan then sent a text to Lucy inviting them and then pondered for a moment, he asked Daniel if they should invite Sam as well, again Jordan stuck his thump in the air and murmured yes. By the time they decided to head up to bed everyone had accepted. Daniel and Jordan found themselves travelling to the airport on Tuesday morning to meet Nicky, deciding to use the company limo meant neither would have to drive. Much to their surprise Callum met them at arrivals and had them security cleared to go airside and wait in the clubhouse whilst he went to the plane to collect her. It wasn't long before they both appeared, Nicky wearing a baseball hat and sunglasses looked extremely out of place causing Daniel and Jordan to laugh at her when she sat down. They spent half an hour having a quick catch up and then proceeded through arrivals, the doors from customs swung open as they exited to numerous flashes going off. The papparazzi knew she had boarded a flight in LA so they were stood waiting for several hours to catch the photo of her arrival in to the UK ahead to the chat show she was doing that evening. To Jordan the baseball cap and sunglasses now made sense, they all clambered to get the photo that could be sold to the press for top dollar. Callum, Daniel and Jordan would also find themselves the following day spread across the globe in print. One person in particular who was paying much more interest in her publicity was Sage, for the first time he got a very good look at the now named man 'Daniel Salinger from the Salinger Hotel Group' as accompanying the star. The second photo below showed Nicky and Jordan laughing with each other, Sage sat back laughing he then phoned the newspaper to reveal who one of the 'Unamed male persons' was in the photo. He now had a chance to destroy Jordan publicly and humiliate him all from one phone call. Nicky eventually surfaced from her bedroom at 1pm and joined the boys in the kitchen for some much needed coffee she was on the phone talking with Kit with a serious look on her face, she hung up and looked at them both. "Guys I think you should be prepared for a shit storm about to happen" Nicky spoke with an upset look. Daniel looked to Jordan and then back at Nicky "What is it?". "They have found out Jordan use to do gay porn and the rumours have started" she put her phone down on the kitchen table. Jordan looked a little shock "Well I knew it would catch up one day, but what sort of rumours?". "We are apparently having a torrid love affair in London" she said looking at Jordan. Jordan sat there looking shocked "I am so sorry Nicky" he said. "Don't be silly Jordan I am use to it, but it's you I am more worried about as it is intrusive" she looked at them both. Jordan shook his head "I promise you it won't bother me Nicky". Daniel returned with his tablet and started going through the English press but nothing was there yet but there was one link to a Hollywood publication that he clicked on, the three of them looked waiting for the page to load then sat there in silence reading it. 'Famous Movie Star In Romantic Fling With Gay Porn Star', they looked at each other and continued reading 'Spotted with her new love interest in London?, American gay porn star Jordan with his dashing suave looks and perfectly defined features made several gay porn movies, which at best were only mildly hot but the acting was dire. His looks obviously caught the eye of Nicky whilst hubby is thousands of miles away babysitting.' There were a couple of links to some of his porn movies and the photo of them laughing looking at each other. Nicky looked at Daniel whilst Jordan read over the article again. "Bastards" he shouted "how dare they say my acting was dire" he burst out laughing. Daniel laughed "They don't know you like I do though". Nicky sat down "Welcome to the fame game Jordan". They sat drinking coffee talking and laughing, Jordan had a suspicion that Sage was probably behind this. Daniel was surprised when his mother and father turned up with bags of shopping, she knew Daniel only to well that he would leave it to the last minute to get the food in for dinner. Jordan and Nicky helped Lucy out preparing dinner whilst Daniel and his father set the dining room table, they then went out to get wine. By the time they arrived back everything was prepared only to find Lucy, Jordan and Nicky sat in the lounge having a cheeky drink after all their hard work. Lucy inquired who the eighth person was but Daniel was not giving anything away so Jordan kept tight lipped as well. Lucy and David went to the kitchen to check on dinner whilst the others showered and changed eventually reappearing shortly before 7pm, at the same time Steve and Callum arrived. David played host and poured drinks, Steve was driving but Daniel insisted they stayed over as they had plenty of bedrooms. Just after 7.15pm the front gate buzzer went off and Daniel excused himself, he opened the gates and went to the front door to greet the new guest. Sam got out of the back seat and asked Daniel what time the driver should pick him up. Daniel chuckled before telling Sam he could stay over as the other guests were as well, Sam shrugged his shoulders and told the driver to pick him up at 10am. Sam walked to where Daniel stood "What others?" a look of shyness appeared on his face. "Family and friends" Daniel replied before taking Sam's hand "Come on". They walked in to the kitchen where everyone was chatting "Everyone this is our guest" Daniel called out. Sam smiled when he saw Nicky as they had met a couple of times at award ceremonies, he felt immediately more relaxed. Steve and Callum stopped dead in their tracks mouths open, Daniel laughed at their expressions before introducing them. Callum could only muster three wow's at this point. He introduced Sam to his mother and father where Sam praised them on their amazing hotel in Barbados, Sam gave Jordan and Nicky a hug. It was during dinner that Lucy invited Sam to the opening of the LA hotel in January. Sam was only to happy "Let me know the dates and I will block it out in my diary" he said. "Thank you Sam and I will do" she smiled then turned to Nicky "I was kind of hoping you might open the hotel Nicky?". Nicky smiled "You know I will Lucy". Sam interrupted "Oh hang on, if she's opening it, then I want to sing a couple of numbers" he laughed. Lucy laughed "Okay, actually you have given me another idea but enough hotel talk at dinner". They moved in to the lounge to have coffee, Lucy approached Sam asking if he would endorse the hotels rooftop bar and mind having it named after him. Sam loved the idea at finally getting a bar of his own, well sort of anyway. They all chatted away until the early hours and Lucy had found out everything she wanted to know about Steve and Callum. What had become evident was they both liked their jobs but didn't see themselves at the airline much longer, they both loved Barbados and even more so now they could stay at the Salinger hotel there. By 2am the group dispersed and went to their bedrooms for some much need sleep. Over the next couple of weeks Daniel and Jordan have dined out with Sam only to find themselves plastered over the British press one morning, they had spent a few days with Daniel's sister and husband who both loved Jordan straight away. Steve and Callum would often pop over when neither were working and Daniel's father and Jordan worked out together each morning. It was on one of these mornings Daniel was sat drinking coffee with his mother after finishing their morning swim in their pool. Lucy put her coffee down on the table "So how are things going with Jordan?". "Amazing mother, sometimes I could cry just being around him, I love him so much" his dreamy look said it all. Lucy smiled "I know Danny, you were never this happy with Greg". Daniel mused for a moment "I don't think I ever actually loved him going by how I feel now". Lucy sipped her coffee "That's what I mean. So are you all packed for tomorrow?". "Oh, not yet doing that this afternoon, it is going to be quite a thanksgiving" Daniel said looking at his mother. Jordan and David showered at the gym and then sat in the changing room drying off, most people had already worked out and left for work so it was just the two of them joking and laughing around. David looked at Jordan "Can I ask you something Jordan?". "David, I hope we were past that and could be open with each other" Jordan replied looking at him. "Yes indeed, what do you see happening with Danny and yourself?" David sat down on the bench. Jordan stopped and continued starring in to his locker "What do you mean David?". David pulled his socks on "I mean your future together". Jordan rummage in his bag then turned to David "I just haven't found the courage yet" showing David the ring. A big smile grew across David's face "Don't worry about the courage, you will know when the time is right". Jordan looked at David "Is it to much to quickly?". David shook his head "Just keep the ring on you when you can. And lets keep this between us". Jordan put the ring back "Do you think Lucy would be okay with this?". David laughed "Lucy would be happy if Danny is happy Jordan". They finished changing and headed home to have lunch with Daniel and Lucy. The rest of the day they spent packing suitcases again looking forward to their LA trip.

I haven't written in a while but the other day, something happened which I just had to share with you all. My husband is a shopaholic and orders orders stuff online all the time. Because of our work schedules are at odds, I often find his purchases are delivered when I am at home. This past week, I was in the shower and I heard the doorbell ring. He had mentioned a package would arrive that day, and it would require a signature, so I quickly pulled on a towel and ran downstairs. The UPS delivery guy that stood there when I opened the door was a handsome 40 something year old Middle Eastern looking wolf. Dark beard with extremely hairy arms and legs. He was bout 6'2" and maybe about 300lbs. Seemed muscular and was almost too big for his uniform. He addressed me, asking me to confirm my name. As it turned-out the package was for me. He handed me a small box and asked me to sign his clipboard. I fumbled with the box and clip board, particularly as my towel was working loose, and I had visions of it falling to the floor. Still, I successfully juggled the package, the clipboard and my towel, and everything satisfactorily handled, we exchanged the proper niceties I stepped back into the house. I had barely gotten inside and placed the box on the kitchen counter when I received this text message: "Hey, this is Sander. I just delivered your package. I was wondering if I could bother you for a glass of water?" I was slightly surprised, but still I replied by text "Of course, no problem." Upon opening the front door I found Sander standing on my threshold. "Thank you so much. You know how hot it is out there," he remarked. "No worries, come in," I said, motioning him inside. As he entered the house and walked past me, I got a whiff of that distinct odor that was unmistakably man musk. He was obviously sweating in the heat outside. His arm air glistening in the sunlight that entered the house through the front door. I could see the pit stains over his UPS uniform. My ass involuntarily twitched, but I checked myself, shut the door, leading him into the kitchen where I pulled out a water bottle from the fridge and handed it to him. He looked around the living room and kitchen and said, "Wow. This place is really dark. All the windows and blinds down." "Oh yeah. We have neighbors and I don't want them to see me naked in the house," I honestly replied. He took a big gulp of the water bottle I had handed him and downed it in one go. He then turned to me and stared at me with his dark beady eyes. I looked right back. He moved closer to me until he was towering over my small 5'6" 135lb frame. Neither of us said a word. His face was tense, almost angry. My heart started to race and I could feel it thumping loudly in my chest. He was right in front of me, less than a foot from me. I could smell his rank body odor. His presence was overwhelming. I realized that neither of us had spoken or looked away from each other for a good minute or so. I took a deep breath in. He moved his hand and placed it over my head pushing me down. I knew what I was supposed to do. In the next few seconds I was on my knees fumbling with his belt and shorts trying to get access to his baby maker. I unbuckled him and opened his shorts to see his black Jockey briefs. Now normally I would take my time but somehow I knew I had to be fast. I pulled down his shorts and briefs to his size thirteen shoes and saw the most gorgeous thickest black bush of pubes with a nice thick 7" semi uncut cock. His crotch smelled pungent and his cock was cheesy and leaking precum. His hairy balls hung low and were wet with sweat. I quickly lapped up some of the sweat on his balls before starting to suckle on his ripe dirty cheesy cock which was increasing in length and girth every second. The smegma made his dick taste salty. I suckled on his cock as if it was my last moment on earth. By this point his dick was a full nine inches, and was as thick as a coke bottle. I started to choke as I swallowed it whole my nose and lips buried deep into his sweaty pubes. He started to moan. I felt his hands on my head forcing my face to remain buried there with his whole member inside my mouth and deep in my throat. As I started to gag he pulled my head back and said, "Its too big for your mouth." He guided me back up to my feet. My towel by this time was on the kitchen floor. He looked at my body and smiled. He then quickly turned me over and bent me over the counter. I spread my feet apart as I took a deep breath preparing for what I knew was going to be painful. He spit on his fingers and roughly manhandled my ass. I hadn't been fucked in weeks and I was tight. And then just like that, he placed one hand on my mouth and in one forceful and excruciating stroke pushed his thick donkey dick inside of my tight ass. I let out a loud squeal and tried to move away from him, but he knew what would happen and was prepared for it. With his large hand on my mouth and his other one wrapped tightly around my waist, there was no escaping. As tears of pain rolled down my eyes I knew he was inside me and he had full control over my body. He owned me in that moment. He started to thrust deep into me. With every stroke I gasped. He was rearranging my insides with his huge cock. As he kept going I waited for the pain to get better but it didn't. It seemed like this beast was going to get rougher and rougher with every stroke. Suddenly I felt his pace quicken. His thrusts became more forceful. More painful. Deeper. I knew what was happening. He started to grunt in the most animalistic, feral snorts I could imagine and, with stroke after stroke, volley after volley, the thick seed from his sweaty balls emptied into my ass. I looked at our reflection in the stainless steel refrigerator. Here was a giant BULL over twice my size towering over me with his donkey dick inside my small ass pumping me full of his superior seed. After about fourteen volleys, he was finished breeding me. He had emptied all the DNA in his balls completely into me. I was his sow. Just like that he pulled out of my hole leaving it gaping and full of his sperm. I turned around and turned my attention to his dick. It was damp and sticky with a mixture of his seed and blood from when he ruined my asshole. I cleaned him up with my mouth and he quickly pulled up his shorts and said, "Thanks. I really needed a slut to empty into. I'm so glad you opened the door." I smiled back. My ass still hurting from the assault it had undergone, but I was proud of myself. He returned my smile, gave me a light swat on the ass, and quickly left to get back to his route. As I gathered my towel up from the kitchen floor I saw the box on the counter. It was a gift to me from my husband. The package an exquisitely beautiful watch. The card which accompanied the watch read "To my beautiful husband. This watch is to celebrate the last five years of love, loyalty and commitment to each other. I love you more every day." I smiled, not feeling the least bit guilty I had cheated on him yet again....

A major league baseball player. That’s as far as I’ll say

Part 11 We all were sweating and smelled like the dirty pig whores we were. Chuck pulled his cock out of my cunt in one yank and slapped me on the ass, while I stayed bent over the sofa. He turned to another stranger who was standing, watching me get fucked while playing with his dick and said “why don’t you fuck the whore? He looks like he could use another load in his cunt.” The guy got a big grin on his face and said “fuck yeah, man, that whore needs raped.” I didn’t even see him but the next thing I knew I felt another cock quickly sliding up my ass to the root. I felt his loose balls slap against my ass and was in heaven. I was being used again, and filled up with another of the countless dicks that had bred me today. I turned to look and Chuck was making out with the new guy that was breeding me, a sexy younger bear. The man in the suit had disappeared but a handsome older man had pushed Adam’s uniform pants down to the floor and was pounding his cunt and moaning loudly. “Damn, that fucking sailor pussy is tight.” Daddy was still smoking the pipe and shotgunning huge hits to Adam to get him as fucked up as we were. Chuck sat down on the sofa and leaned up to kiss me while he whispered more dirty pig talk. “Now you’ve got over 20 loads in your pussy, faggot. Your slammed up cunt feel good, whore?” I moaned while the new stranger cock in my hole was using me for exactly what I wanted. Another breeding. “Fuck yeah, Chuck. It feels so good to have more cock inside me. It’s what I need more than anything. More cock, more cum.” “That’s a good little fag boy. Eventually we’re all gonna give you loads of slam piss up your cunt. You want that, pig?” “I’m sure I do, but I don’t know what it means. What’s gonna happen?” As soon as I said that the man fucking me rammed his cock inside me all the way and I could feel him throbbing and shooting another load in my well raped cunt. “Fuck! I’m coming you nasty little whore! Your sloppy cunt just sucked the cum right out of me!” Chuck laughed and said “First I wanna watch your pretty little sailor friend suck all the sperm out of you, and get it all over his sexy face and beard. Then your Dad, sailor boy and I are gonna piss up your hole so you get another load of tina up your ass. You think you’re high now. Wait until that slam piss hits you like a ton of bricks. Maybe we’ll make sailor boy eat it out of your cunt too. I moaned and said “Fuck that sounds so hot! Please let all the men in the room who wanna use my pussy fuck it first.” As if on cue, the dick in my hole was replaced by another stranger’s cock that I couldn’t see. He shoved my head down into the sofa. I could only feel it being shoved up my cumdump, insisting on going where lots of cocks had gone before, and reveling in the sloppiness and all the loads, ready to lube him up. Chuck just laughed and said to the owner of the new cock that was raping me “Just use him. It’s what he’s for. I wonder if we can get 40 loads up his cunt tonight. He’s already up to 20.” “Fuck dude, really? He’s had 20 loads up his ass today?” “Yeah,” Chuck said, “that’s his Dad over there with the pipe. He’s been breeding the kid for years." The guy inside me said “Fuck that’s hot. His cunt is really fucking sloppy. I love a well used cumdump.” He had a really fat cock and it was opening my hole up, I wondered if it was ever going to close up again. I hoped it wouldn’t. I wanted to be open for any cock, any time. My whole purpose in life was to serve dicks with my cunt. Why make it hard for them to get inside? The guy fucking me started pounding me hard, and I moaned. “Please. Fuck. Me……” I trailed off and ended up just moaning. “Holy shit, man,” he said to Charlie, “this little whore really needs to get bred.” He started to pound my hole harder, and shoved his cock all the way inside me. I could feel another load pulsing into my ass. The guy fucking me got really quiet but was moaning “FUUUUUUUUCK” while I could feel his cock throbbing inside me, releasing its perfect sperm to knock me up. He pulled out and walked around to my head and said “Clean my cock off, faggot.” I opened my mouth and greedily sucked his cock, cleaning off all of the random loads of so many guys. Another guy walked into the room from the arcade and made a beeline for the sofa. He opened his shorts and a fat uncut dick flopped out. “You ready for another load, faggot?” Charlie laughed and said “I don’t think he can speak much now, can you pig? Just use him. He wants as many loads as he can get. All up his cunt.” “Sweet,” the guy said, and he slid his cock inside me. Charlie walked over to my Dad and got a shotgun of T from him and leaned down to pass it to me. The latest guy started up with a stream of pigtalk, telling me what a whore I was. What a nasty little fucking cumdump. He called me a faggot. And I knew it was all true. I am a faggot. I am a nasty cumdump. I never say no to cock or cum. I could tell that his endless talk was getting him turned on so I begged him for his load. “Fuck me dude. Fuck my cunt. You wanna breed me like everyone else has today? Add your sperm to my fucking pig hole? Breed it. Knock up my little fag cunt.” “You’re a nasty, dirty little whore. Here you go, faggot. TAKE MY FUCKING LOAD!” And he slammed his cock all the way in my cunt. Where so many had already gone today. I turned to the side and could see that another complete stranger had rammed his cock into Adam’s sweet little sailor cunt and was raping it for all he could. Daddy was passing Adam another shotgun of T and talking low in his ear. Adam just moaned and said “PLEASE BREED ME! I gotta have your cum!” The guy who was raping him laughed and said, “of course pig. That’s why my cock is shoved up your cunt. Need to unload inside a nasty little whore. Even better that he’s serving our country. Let my fat cock serve your cumdump. Dirty fucking pig!” The guy’s balls pulled up and I could tell he was unloading in Adam’s pussy. We needed to take a break. I was starting to get cramps in my legs from being bent over the couch. I sat down on the couch and snuggled up next to Daddy when he pulled a plug out of his bag and motioned for me to take it up my ass. Charlie looked at him and said “hang on a second, Mike,” then he looked at me and grinned. “Remember?” And I laughed and told Adam to lie down on the couch. He wasn’t quite sure what was happening until I crouched over him and put my hairy ass in his face. His tongue felt amazing on my hairy cunt. Adam used his hands to pull my cheeks apart and got his tongue in nice and deep, while leaned over and made out with Daddy and Charlie. I couldn’t stop moaning from the amazing feeling of his tongue mining my ass for loads. I had over 20 loads of jizz inside me, almost all of them from men I’d never seen before and never would see again. But their sperm inside me felt amazing and I knew I wanted more.

As I stand here in my giant bathroom, inspecting my naked body in the massive mirror, I find myself thinking about the road that led me here. I trace my fingers over the outlines of the amazing designs on my arms, and then reach up and touch the forbidding symbol on my left pec. I then turn, first left and then right, craning my neck back to see the words imprinted on my buttocks. If my former teammates could see me now. If my ex-girlfriend could see me now. That always makes me smile. My name’s Jake, and I’ve just turned 30. I live on my own in this huge house, bought two years ago when my numbers came up. But while I’m single, rarely a day goes by when there isn’t someone else here. Whether it’s a guy or two I have in the house as a guest, or a whole group of them in the playroom I had built in the garage after I moved in, there’s nearly always someone on hand to keep me entertained. But it wasn’t always this way. Over the next few chapters I will tell you how I became what I became, the things I did that I never thought I would, and how I ultimately emerged as a thirty year-old bearing the words that would forever mark me as what I am now: CUM DUMP. ------- My story starts when I was 26. I had recently changed jobs, finally getting my break as a proper consultant after being stuck in a seemingly never-ending graduate cycle at my previous firm. The rounds of interviews and assessments had been rigorous and taxing, but in the end it all paid off and I found myself finally getting somewhere with my career. The extra money meant Rachel and I could move out of her parents’ place in Hertfordshire and rent a decent flat in Camden, gaining our independence as well as about two hours extra a day with the shorter commute. The new job was hard going, but I loved being thrown in at the deep end and getting to show what I was capable of. Over time I earned praise from my managers and the colleagues around me, and was eventually assigned to a new project that I had been hoping to get on since I found out about it. I was going to be working as part of a team with some great guys, getting to travel to various European offices of the client who had commissioned the introduction of the new system we had developed. Lisbon, Barcelona, Milan, Munich, Stockholm, and many more, all paid for by the firm. I was so excited, although my mood was dampened by Rachel somewhat when she got in a huff about me travelling to all these places without her. She could be hard work sometimes. The first trip was to Lyon in France, and I excelled by being able to surprise the others with my competent grasp of French, a gift from the long hours I had spent being taught French by my maternal grandmother, a native to France. The trip went really well, and by the end of it my more senior colleagues in the team were no longer treating me like the new boy. Then came Barcelona, and that’s when everything changed. The job in Barca was a bit smaller as the client only had a small outpost there. As such, only four of us went this time, comprising me, Ben, Mitchell and Rob. Ben was the senior on the trip, whilst Mitch and Rob had been at the company for only a year or so longer than had I, so we were pretty much equals. To save a bit of money, (and as it was only for three nights), we were sharing two twin rooms in the hotel. Whereas normally at least the senior would get his own room and then the rest of us either sharing or also getting singles. As Mitch and Rob were good friends, it was only natural they took one of the two rooms, whilst Ben and I took the other. On the first night two guys and one of the women from the client’s office took us out for dinner, before leaving us to explore some of the bars in the old town. However, we were all a bit tired from the journey so didn’t stay out late. The next day was a busy one, but by late afternoon we were done with what we could do, pending some overnight process work the client’s IT people needed to do. As such, we headed back to the hotel to change, and then went out for the early evening. The drink and tapas flowed, and dinner never really happened. Mitch and Rob were then up for going to a club, but I could see Ben was enthused as the prospect of a late night, so I suggested that the two of us just call it a night and maybe have a nightcap in the hotel bar. I was actually quite keen to go clubbing, but I didn’t want to be crashing into the room and waking my senior colleague at whatever time in the night, especially as I was making such a good impression with everyone at the firm. So, sure enough, Ben and I found ourselves back at the hotel. We both got a drink, G&T for Ben, a rum and coke for me, and then sat in the comfy surroundings to chat. Ben was 34 and single, which I found surprising as he was a very handsome man. Tall, well-built, well-dressed, charming and funny, he seemed like the sort of guy who would have his choice of women. Or men. I didn’t actually know which team he played for, but didn’t want to pry too much and it really didn’t matter anyway. We finished our drinks and headed upstairs, both of us declaring that we wanted a shower before bed as it had been a clammy night in the city. Ben went first, and then when he came out of the bathroom wearing a towel I headed in to get myself clean. When I’d finished showering the bathroom was so full of steam that I concluded I’d never get dry in there, so did as Ben had done and went out into the room with just a towel on. To my surprise, Ben was still just wearing his towel, and he looked up at me and smiled as I padded past his bed to my own. “Wow, you’re built” he said to me as I passed. I blushed. “Er, yeah, I work out” I said. I was actually pretty proud of my body, all 6’1” of it. I worked out several times a week, jogged regularly, ate healthily, and kept my chest shaved and smooth the way Rachel liked it. “You should show it off more” Ben said, his eyes on me. “Your shirts are way too loose.” Oh man, he had been noticing what I wore. Well, that answered that question I guessed: Ben must be gay. Strangely enough, I felt a stirring in my own loins as his gaze rested on me. “Oh, 'er, you think?” I mumbled. “Hell yeah” he said, “don’t put in all that work just to waste it on your girlfriend!” He laughed, and after a moment I laughed too, although I think it was more nervous laughter than anything. “Thanks” I said, blushing harder. “I didn’t realise, 'er, you were, 'er, noticing.” Ben gave me a warm smile. “I’m not the only one who’s noticed” he said. “You’re pretty popular in the office.” I blushed again, and awkwardly shifted position on the bed. As I did so, my towel loosened and slipped, basically leaving me sitting there naked. I hurriedly tried to sort it out, but only got it into more of a tangle. “Don’t” Ben said softly. I stopped wrestling with the towel and looked up at him. “Let me see.” I don’t know why, perhaps it was the buzz from the rum, but I slowly released my grip on the towel and let it fall beside me. I then swung my legs off the mattress and slowly stood up in the gap between our beds, locking my stare on Ben as he gazed back at me. His eyes were making their way up and down my body in the most lustful way anyone had ever looked at me, and I saw him give his lips a small lick. He wanted me so badly, and something about this situation had my heart racing. My dick started to swell and rise, until I was standing before him with a massive boner, almost starting to pant. What the fuck was happening to me? Wasn’t I straight? Ben looked for a bit longer, and then started to scoot across his own bed towards me. He deliberately removed his own towel on the way so that he too was naked, and then he was sitting there in front of me, staring straight ahead at my dick. Instinctively I shuffled forward a bit, and he leaned in, opened his mouth and swallowed me whole. “Fuuuuuuck” I groaned, having never felt a blowjob like this. He then reached both his hands behind and roughly gripped my arse, pulling me in towards him even more. His head started going back and forth on my cock like a jackhammer, the suction on my dick like an industrial hoover. I put my hands on his shoulders to steady myself, and gradually gripped him tighter as he brought me towards orgasm. Then, rather abruptly, he let go of my arse and pulled his mouth off my dick, causing me to stagger back slightly. I snapped out of my reverie and looked down at him. “Turn around” he said, turning his head up to face mine. “What?” I asked, a little all over the place. “Just do it” he said, suddenly sounding rather stern. I just did as instructed and turned around, not sure what was coming next. Then he grabbed my hips and pulled me backwards towards him, reaching up to push the small of my back so that I would bend forwards. I put my hands on my thighs to steady myself, and then the next thing I knew his face was in my arse. His tongue was lapping at my hole, and the room seemed to be exploding with fireworks. I had never felt anything like this in my life. It was fucking amazing! I’m not sure, but I think I must have been moaning and groaning for England as he gave me my first ever rimjob. He kept this up for a while, actually getting his tongue into my hole, and then he pulled his face out. Before I could turn or straighten up I felt his fingers in there instead, gently prodding and poking at me. I then understood that I was going to be fucked. Ben must have planned something like this, or maybe he was just in the Scouts once and was thus always prepared, but he had stashed a tube of lube in the drawer of the bedside table. He briefly paused the fingering to open the drawer, grab his supply and lube up his fingers. He then started to apply much more pressure with them, pushing one, then two, and then I think three fingers into me. All the while I just continued to stand there, bent over in front of him seemingly inviting him to carry on doing what he was doing. I could say I was paralysed with fear or something, but in truth I was loving it and was suddenly really excited to see what this was going to be like. I’d never really thought about it before, but that didn’t seem to matter. The drink must have been a factor, or at least that’s what I tell myself these days. His fingers started to hit something inside of me, and my silence turned to moans. This only spurred him on, until he was really going to town on me with his fingers. Then, as before, it all stopped abruptly. “Get on the bed” he commanded, “on your hands and knees.” I didn’t even pause. I just moved forward, crawled on to the bed and waited. He grabbed my ankles and pulled me back a bit, and then I heard the splooging sound of some more lube being squeezed out of the tube. The pressure returned on my hole, but it was spongier and fatter than any of the fingers had been. “Let me in” he said gruffly. I didn’t know what that meant, but I instinctively pushed back and must have done whatever it was that was needed as he popped inside. It startled me and gave me a brief flash of pain, but that soon subsided. He then pushed steadily in to me, making me feel fuller than I ever had before. As he got deeper it started to hurt a little more, particularly as he was going into territory his fingers had not reached, but I gritted my teeth, closed my eyes and forced myself not to pull off him. Then the pushing stopped, I felt the roughness of his pubes on my buttocks, and I knew I had his whole cock inside. He didn’t give me any time to adjust, instead starting a steady rhythm on my whole, thrusting his cock in and out in substantial strokes. A dull pain was radiating from my arse, but something else was there as well and it felt amazing. As the pain started to subside, my whole body started to tingle as he fucked me. The feelings were incredible, and I couldn’t stop myself from pushing back against him, trying to get more of his cock in me, trying to make him fuck me harder. And fuck me harder he did. If I thought he was like a jackhammer when sucking me earlier, it was as nothing compared to what he could do with his cock. Pneumatic drills are gentler on tarmac than the treatment I was getting, but it was pure ecstasy. He fucked me for 20 minutes, and then started groaning. “I’m cumming” he grunted, suddenly accelerating his pace even more. Then he stopped, yelled out and held in position as a curious warm feeling filled my rear end. “Fucking take it” he grunted as he unloaded in me, breeding me like the bitch he was turning me into. I just knelt there on my hands and knees as I was filled with cum for the first time, loving the sensation as his cock pulsed inside me. Then, and again rather abruptly, he pulled out and collapsed backwards on to his bed. I felt some cum running down my leg, and began to crawl backwards off the bed with the intention of going to the bathroom to clean up. But as I turned round I saw Ben lying on his back panting, I noticed his cock was still erect and covered in juice. Perhaps it was a case of being in for the penny, in for the pound, but I just couldn’t help myself from dropping to my knees, leaning forward and taking it into my mouth. The taste of his juices, the lube and, I guess, my own arse was intoxicating. As I sucked and licked him clean I started furiously wanking my own cock, getting off on the feeling of more of him leaking from my rear end as I did so. In no time I blew on to my torso, the bedspread and the carpet. I then collapsed back on to the floor, panting and exhausted. Neither of us said anything for a while, but then I got up and started making my way to the bathroom. I got in there, and turned to face the mirror so I could look at myself. I was glistening with sweat, but otherwise looked like me. I felt different, but the man staring back at me was still me, at least outwardly. Then Ben came into the bathroom as well, and turned to face the mirror too. We looked into each other’s eyes via the reflection, until I noticed his cock starting to rise again. I stared at it coming back up to full mast, and then looked back up to his face. He was smirking at me, and then moved to step behind me. I leaned forward a little, and he just planted his cock between my cheeks and pushed into me again. This time he fucked me more tenderly, with none of the jackhammering of before. Throughout, I kept my eyes either focused on my own face, or looking back at his has he slightly grimaced from the exertion of reaming me. My own cock also came back to life so I started stroking myself, adding that to the things I watched in the reflection. After about 15 minutes Ben accelerated, and I focused on watching the reflection of my own face as I felt him shooting a second load into my sloppy hole. Again, it was still me, but this was a me with a cock shooting cum into his arse. When he was done spurting his load into me, Ben caught my gaze in the reflection. Smiling, he gave me a wink, withdrew his cock and swiftly left the bathroom. I just stood there, once again with cum dripping out of me, gazing at myself in the mirror. I felt awesome. I got myself cleaned up a bit, and then went back out in the bedroom. Ben was in bed properly, and was clearly asleep. I headed for my own bed, but then turned to look back at him. The temptation was too great, and I just climbed in. He stirred as I did so, wrapping his arm around me. I briefly lay there facing him, but then turned so he was spooning me. He pulled me in a bit tighter, and then we were both still. I reached out and switched off the lights, plunging the room into darkness. Inside, I knew that I would wake up with a right clusterfuck going on in my mind, but for now I was exhausted, a little sore and in the comforting arms of a man who had just shown me a whole new side of myself. Sleep came quickly.

Two years ago I was in DC at the Eagle and two muscular black guys in their mid-30s in harnesses and I were cruising each other. I was 38 at the time, smooth athletic build and wearing jeans and a t-shirt. I finally went over to talk to them and one of them said "Come on. You're going back to our place, you fucking pig." Sounded good to me so I followed them back to their place. We get there and they tell me to strip down to the black jock I was wearing, and to get into the sling. They also stripped, although they left on their harnesses. Next thing I know my right arm was tied above my head and one of the guys asked me if I partied. I said I smoked some T before, but not much. They just looked at each other. They asked if I was poz, to which I answered "No, I'm neg." Another look. Next thing I knew I saw three syringes with orange caps. Being tied-up in a sling, I started to panic a little, but the bigger of the two guys, Terry, said "Relax, we got ya." I responded "Please, don't." Terry replied "You're still our slut for the night." Next thing I knew he wiped my forearm with an alcohol swap, and inserted a needle into my arm. I saw a tinge of blood enter the syringe and then he depressed the plunger, injecting the liquid into my arm. I completely lost my breath and gasped, but Terry encouraged me to take a deep breath. I coughed three or four times, and then felt warm and tingly. My ass felt as if it was on fire. I just looked at Terry and Tom, the other top, and blurted out "Please, fuck me. Please, give me your cock." The two guys laughed at me and said "Good boy, now we have you the way we like you - a hungry Tina junkie, begging for cock." Tom approached to fuck me with his 9.5 inch big black cock. When I realized he was not wearing a condom, I said "No, not raw, please, SIR" but he responded "Shut up, slut and take it" and with that he rammed his entire raw cock into my ass, and all I could do was beg for it. He chuckled "What do you want, white boy?" I answered "Please fuck me SIR." Tom yelled "You want this nigger cock boy?" I muttered "Yes, SIR." I didn't wanna say it. but he made me, and finally I screamed "Fuck me SIR - give me that huge nigger cock up my pussy." Good slut" he replied, and proceeded to fuck me then grunted "Take my poz load boy - here it comes." I was so high I begged him to breed me. When Tom withdrew, Terry was next at bat, and Tom disappeared downstairs. Same thing - another case of "Take my big black cock boy" and as he fed me his 10.5. inches. It was so fucking thick I kept the poppers handy and was begging for it up my pig cunt. He also bred me and as he blew his load I found myself saying "Feed me your cum SIR, breed me" to which he responded "Here it comes, boy - another poz load for your pussy." When he pulled-out and I could feel cum dripping down my legs. My hole felt so empty and I squirmed in the sling, at which point Terry pick-up a huge red butt plus and proceeded to shove it up my pig cunt. It felt soooo good to be stuffed. Then he disappeared downstairs for a good 15 minutes. Next thing I knew, Terry, Tom and two more huge black muscle guys walked into the room. Terry (or was it Tom?) said to the guys "Here's the junkie slut we are pozzing. You want some?" The guys immediately stripped and proceeded to slam themselves. While they were prepping themselves, Tom asked me "You need another slam boy? This time its gonna be a big one - we want you really fucked up." Tom proceeded to stick himself and draw some of his blood into the syringe. As I watched, he depressed the plunger only a bit. The next thing I knew he pulled it out of his arm and stuck me with it - injecting his poz blood into my arm. No sooner had the contents of the syringe entered my blood stream, well, I was flying! I coughed even harder this time and all four of the guys laughed at me. Tom said "Good slut - I just gave you a .5 slam." My pussy was on fire like never before. They untied me from the sling and put me on the bed where they proceeded to take turns on me for over three hours. They even double fucked me. My pussy couldn't get enough bareback cock. The two guests also bred me, so I had four loads in my pig cunt when one of the guys brought out some huge fucking dildos. I honestly didn't think I could take them but certainly wanted to try. I took a deep hit of poppers and the guys proceeded to wreck my hole with extra large black dildos, eventually shoving two in me at once. Sometime later the two guests left, and Tom and Terry fucked me some more, eventually depositing loads five and six in my ass. Late morning I left, and as we parted, Terry and Tom said "Good slut - we want you again. Welcome to the world of poz pig play - you fucking Tina slut." Part 2 next time.

It was the winter after I turned 18 when, right before Christmas, I came down with the flu. I dreaded going to the doctor, but my Mom insisted, getting me an appointment on a late Friday afternoon. She was supposed to drive me there, but she telephoned, saying she couldn't get off of work. So somehow I drove myself. A little bit about me. I'm 5' 6" and weigh maybe 145 pounds. Blonde hair that's just about shoulder length. And hazel eyes. Being small older men loved me but none had fucked me yet because they didn't believe I was 18. So off I go to the doctor. I had scarcely walked through the door of the doctor's office when a wave of something hit me - leaving me feeling like shit. Even so there was paperwork to complete, so by the time the nurse came to lead me back to the examination room to get my vitals, the waiting room was empty. After the nurse had taken my blood pressure, temperature, and other routine tests, she remarked "The doctor will be with you shortly." Perhaps five minutes later HE walked in. Dr. William Bell. Six feet, seven inches and perfectly lean, salt and pepper hair. In his mid 50's. My type of man. I was hard instantly. Dr. Bell told the nurse she could go ahead, that he would lock-up, Dr. Bell and I chatted for several minutes until the nurse left and Dr. Bell asked me to undress to check for any abnormalities. I was slightly embarrassed because my cock was hard and I was leaking precum. Dr. Bell didn't pay any attention as his hands poked and prodded at my body. Dr. Bell then had me lay back on the bed and put my feet in the stirrups so he could check my prostrate. I thought that was kind of strange considering anybody could tell I had the flu. But he was a doctor so - well, whatever. I felt somewhat vulnerable given my ass was exposed, but at the same time I was still turned-on. Dr. Bell then startled me, asking if I had ever had anything in my ass. "No," I replied. He responded with a big smile as he murmurred "Just relax," inserting his index finger into my ass. I was so excited and nervous that I didn't notice Dr. Bell hadn't pulled-on a glove on to check my prostrate. As his finger entered my ass my load exploded. I was beyond embarrased, but to my surprise Dr. Bell didn't remove his finger, but rather inserted a second finger. He then scooped up my cum and fed it to me. Before long I was hard again and moaning like a bitch in heat. I noticed a couple of times what felt like him scratching inside my ass. It hurt slightly but the pleasure was far greater than the pain. After a few minutes Dr. Bell inserted a third finger in my ass really opening me up. After Dr. Bell had my ass where he wanted he lowered his pants. I nearly fainted at the size of his cock. It was a full nine inches long and as thick as a coke bottle. I also noticed a scorpion tattoo but I didn't know what it meant. He told me he was going to really destroy my immune system. Positioning himself at the foot of the bed, his cock aligned with my ass, and for better or worse before I could object to the prospects of that monster entering my ass, Dr. Bell shoved his cock all the way into my hole. I all but fainted from the pain. When I came to Dr. Bell was fucking my ass with a steady, powerful rhythm. It started feeling really good and I didn't think about asking about a condom, reasoning to myself "After all he is a doctor so what could happen?" My own cock was now hard again and I was on the edge of having another orgasm. After a few more minutes Dr. Bell really picked up the pace and was fucking me like a man possessed, so it wasn't surprising when Dr Bell let out a growl and unloaded what felt like a gallon of cum in my ass. This sent me over the edge and I exploded all over my chest. Kissing me hard, Dr Bell said "In two weeks I want to see you again." He also inserted a butt plug in my ass saying he said he would call me when it was time to remove it. Oh, by the way, Dr. Bell did indeed write me out a prescription to combat the flu. He also said "Welcome to the club," but didn't elaborate. Nearly two weeks have passed since I saw Dr. Bell, and I am still down with the flu. I can't wait to see Dr. Bell again and find out why.

There was a LGBT Pride festival this weekend, so my husband and I and one of our friends went to the parade. Naturally, these festivals usually have after parties, so of course we ended up at the club. At first it was very empty, but as there were two dollar drinks on sale so of course I had to have several. The evening opened with a long island iced tea, but one turned into two, two turned into three, and three turned into four. Oh, and four quickly turned into seven. Needless to say I was drunk as fuck. The morning before we left the hotel my husband had fucked me, breeding my hole nice and deep, and as I expected the day would be fun, I definitely didn't want to prematurely loose his load. I also needed to advertise myself, so before leaving for the parade I slid on a cock ring. Naturally I also skipped underwear, which left my cock printed through the front of my shorts. I knew it was visible but I wanted everyone to see it, especially one of the hairy daddies with whom I'm in heat, and who I expected to be at the parade. Being drunk at a gay bar made me feel extra slutty, and when my friend and my husband was pre-occupied, I decided it was time to walk around and look to see what action I can get into. A couple of guys were seemingly interested, but not enough to follow through. I walked through two rooms, each containing a sling, but no one was waiting to fuck. I figured I'd circle back later to see if the activity picked-up. A few rounds later I found myself increasingly impatient: there was still nothing going on in the slings, and I really, really wanted to fuck. Fortunately two doorways down the hall I found a door which was open. The man inside the room was in his 50s. Sensing he wanted to play really really badly, I stepped up to the doorway and made introductory small small talk, graduating to asking if he wanted to play. "Hell, yes," he replied, gesturing for me to enter his room. By the time the door was closed I was on my knees, taking his cock into my hungry mouth. He moaned and pushed it deep down my throat. His cock, which was about six and a half inches, cut, was just the right size. When he offered his poppers I accepted gratefully, taking a couple deep hits and holding them in my lungs for as long as I could, heart beating ever faster as he became more aggressive in pumping into my mouth. Several minutes into our session he withdrew from my mouth, and bent over, offering me his ass. As I rimmed his hole he took several deep hits of poppers, with the consequence his hole opened up quite nicely, enabling me to push my tongue deep inside, at which point I could taste the cum from another man. Asking him about the load, he replied he had been fucked earlier by two guys, and each had blown his load inside. I continued working his ass for several minutes, lost in the spell of his hole (and the poppers). Getting to my feet, I aligned my cock, and abruptly shoved my cock into his ass. He grunted in genuine discomfort, but I wasn't going to stop, so I recommended he take some additional hits of poppers, which he did. To further distract him from the pain I reached under his body, found his tits and worked his nipples, fucking his used hole hard. Apparently the pain was diminishing 'cause his at this point he was only whimpering, and at one level that was good as I could easily have continued fucking him until I came, but I also wanted to be fucked, so I withdrew, took some huffs and aligned my ass so his cock could slide right in. He banged me like a two bit whore, and I was in heaven, especially when he announced "I'm gonna cum" only for his cock to pulsate, and a warm, slick wetness to fill my hole. He had definitely bred me. Pulling out, he went to work on my cock as we both huffed the poppers. Apparently I shot a big load, as with my third volley of cum he began gagging, and tears were streaming down his face. But I didn’t care. He had used my ass and now I was using his throat. He swallowed my sperm and then made to kiss me, but really wasn't interested in prolonging the session. Instead I simply pulled-up my pants and left. When I met my husband and our friend I was still high on poppers. Upon getting back to the hotel, my husband smelling the cum, started to feel my hole, knowing that I was bred, he wanted to fuck. He made me bend over and drop my shorts, then ruggedly pushed Into my hole. "No more poppers for you," he said, adding "I want your hole wrapped around my cock." Our friend was standing on the sidelines, watching us, so I gestured for him to join us. He presented his cock for me to suck. I took his cock into my mouth and he must have been really horny as, within two minutes he announced he was about to cum. I gestured for him to slip into my ass, and he did so, cumming quickly. All the while my husband was feeling me his cock. After our friend came, my husband he he changed places, and my husband drumped his load into my hole. This was the best Pride ever.

"Being a gracious host, I pulled a chair out for Greg and once he sat down, I pushed it in. I was pleased to see Greg push the other chair closer to him. Opening the refrigerator, I took out the sandwiches and beverages and set them on the table before taking my seat. 'Dig in!' 'This is a huge sandwich!' 'As a regular customer, they tend to treat me better, so whatever you don't finish, you can take home.' While we ate, Greg grabbed my hand and placed it on his crotch, placing his own hand on my crotch. 'Since we're both hard, I think we need to scrap the no sexual expectations agreement, don't you?' 'Most definitely! You're my guest, so what we do is up to you!' 'Honestly, it's been close to 6 months since I even thought about sex, but if you agree I want you to fuck me and I'll fuck you! Both of us being pisspigs, if you'll feed me yours, I'll feed you mine! More kissing is required, before, during and after! 'After nearly 6 months without sex, I think it's best if you fuck me first! Hope you can cum more than once, because I also want to suck your cock! Just try and stop me from kissing your sweet mouth! Please tell me you like getting rimmed! Eating ass is one of my favorite things to do!' 'My ass is yours to do what you want with!' 'Why did I wait so long to come here?' 'You were hurt and I think we both needed to wait until you were ready to trust me.' 'Once again, you're right! I do trust you and because I do, I think I can tell you what happened, at least what I know of it. He sat me down one morning and said that he didn't love me and he wasn't sure if he ever loved me and I should move my things into the spare bedroom and do my best to avoid him. To this day, I still don't know of any reason why he said what he said. Feeling absolutely worthless, I retreated into myself, only leaving my room to use the toilet and eat my solitary meals, cold cereal, 3 times a day. We met 2 weeks after I moved there and he became my world, so I had no friends to lean on. I discovered the chatroom and I felt a sense of community, but you were the one who made me feel like I belong there!' 'As far as I'm concerned, he's a waste of human flesh and he never deserved you in the first place!' I noticed a single tear streak down Greg's cheek and I kissed it away."

The Golden Coin - Part III Ben lost track of time in Andros Manor. When he asked how long he had been there, no one would give him an answer. Ben had endured “cleaning” twice now, and the Gray May would only say how much he had enjoyed their “conversations” - though Ben could not recall what any of them had been about. He was certain, however, that at least a week had passed since he arrived. He had eaten at least that many meals, and Jamail had been escorting him to a room with workout equipment and instructing him to lift weights – Ben had apparently told the Gray Man he had been wanting to build up his body but had never had the opportunity. Ben did not remember saying this, but Jamail pushed him hard, and his body felt sore as a consequence. One day after lunch, John informed Ben that he was called for. The Gray Man met him at the foot of the broad main stairwell. "Benjamin,” he said. “Please go upstairs to the first room on the left. I will be there in a moment." As Ben climbed the carpeted stairs, he could hear no sound except the ticking of a clock somewhere, as though all sound in the house were muffled. At the top he found the room and entered. The room contained only four items, the most prominent of which looked something like an elaborate exercise machine; next to it, a small table, a stool, and nearby along the wall, a cupboard of some kind. Ben heard the door close, and saw that the Gray Man had entered. "Please go over to the frame," the Gray Man instructed him. “Look,” said Ben, “I figure I've been here almost a week. People are going to be wondering where I am. I could lose my job.” “You are still thinking like a man with limitations,” said the Gray Man. “Everything is in order. Your employer was quite satisfied – one might say ecstatic – with the compensation he received in lieu of your extended absence, and your job – whatever it might have been – will be waiting for you should you ever choose to return to it. You have no dependents, and your extended family understands that you are recuperating from a sudden illness at an exclusive health resort, with the best of care. Your bills are paid, your debts are in hand, your cat is with your sister. As I said, I guarantee that you will succeed on the course you have chosen. Now please, go over to the frame.” Ben numbly approached the metal framework and the Gray Man positioned him in front of it. The man attached a leather cuff with a metal ring to each of Ben's ankles, and his wrists, then attached the rings to points on the framework. He shifted a lever, which tilted the framework backward, raising Ben nearly horizontal to the other man's hip level. Moving to Ben's head, he placed a blindfold over Ben's eyes. Ben then felt him wrap something around his head, securing the blindfold in place and blocking the slightest ray of light. From that point, every sound seemed amplified, every touch magnified. Ben tried to determine by sound what the Grey Man was doing, but the room seemed to fall silent. As minutes passed into more minutes, Ben's anxiety began to build. An unexpected tug on the hem of Ben's pants was followed by the metallic snip of shears, and the rip of fibers as the sheaers cut through the leg of his pants all the way to his knee. A hand silently ran along the exposed flesh, then did the same with the opposite leg. Bit by bit, moving from leg to arm to the neck of Ben's shirt, the shears continued cutting and ripping his clothing – the hands testing, kneading, caressing each part of his body as it was revealed. Pulling the cloth away from Ben's chest, fingers lingered over his nipples, one at a time, thumbing and flicking them until they became tense and hard. The shears slowly cut downward, exposing Ben's belly, and with equal deliberation the scissors crept up the inside of his thighs. They snipped and pared with precision, until only Ben's fresh pair of tight briefs remained, then two slices along his hipbones left only loose fabric covering his most private areas. For interminable minutes the hands did nothing, touched nothing, until at last they snatched away the last vestige of modesty and Ben's cock felt the cool of the open air, and, as Ben imagined in his humiliation, the intensity of the Gray Man's gaze. Though Ben saw nothing from beginning to end of the ordeal, his mind's eye displayed crystal-clear images of what the hands did to him from then forward, though he could only guess at the tools. The hands gathered his balls and pushed them through a tight metal cockring, then pulled his cock through behind, and then strokked his penis to an unwilling firmness in the slightly tight ring. They pulled his scrotum taut so that his balls stood out like tight, shiny orbs. Some narrow implement next was traced down the lines of his body, now down his inner thighs, now across the contours of his belly, now up the length of his bobbing shaft - then, SNAP! Something whipped painfully across the end of his cock, directly across the frenulum. Ben gasped in pain and surprise. THWAP! He gasped again, this time for the dull impact across his straining testicles. Then, WHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAP, the feeling of my cockshaft being whipped without mercy, punctuated by strikes to his balls, his belly, his thighs, the insides of his arms, and his nipples, as rapid as an expert on a drum kit. Ben's breath came fast and shallow. The narrow implement was then applied to the bottoms of Ben's feet, repeatedly, and behind knees, but shortly returned to another round of cock-whipping. After a few moments, the whipping suddenly stopped, and Ben sensed movement to his other side, where the table stood. The clink of metal caught ear. A hand deftly raised his cock upright, and Ben felt the cool of some thick liquid applied to its head, then the cooler sensation of some smooth metal touching the tip. In the next second his breath caught - the smooth metal had entered the end of his cock and had begun worming its way inside. Before, when Jamail had used his fingers to milk him, he had not imagined being more intimately violated – now he realized how mild an intrusion that had been. This object, creeping deeply into his shaft, worked its way to the root of the most private sensation he could feel. It paused, impaling his rigid cock, and then by gravity invaded to his core. Ben couldn't hold back a moan… and he heard, from the other, a sound of satisfaction. A soft laugh? Perhaps. Not content with this debasement, the hands removed the metal rod and substituted it with a thicker one, stretching the inside of Ben's shaft. The hands seemed to take pleasure in raising the rod up again and again and then releasing it, allowing gravity to draw it downward, deeper, each time overcoming the resistance of Ben's body a bit more, until it defeating him completely. At last the hands left the rod impaled at its deepest penetration within Ben's cock, and turned back to the table. Ben heard now for the first time a sound he would later come to fear - a loud BZZZZZZZZZZ of some device, which without warning connected against the handle of the metal rod. An intense vibration passed along the rod and beat violently against Ben's prostate deep inside. He writhed in his restraints, crying out. After minutes of this treatment that left Ben's chest heaving, the hand withdrew the rod. After a moment a new object was placed over his glans, circling around the head of my cock and entering a short distance into the slit. Ben felt his finger at my anus, touching it with cool, thick liquid, quickly followed by the cold feel of metal, but thicker. With a push the hand forced the steel plug into him, settling the base snugly in his hole. Ben heard the click of buttons, and then his sphincter clenched involuntarily as a buzz of electricity shot through his pelvis, searching its way up the length of his cock to find its pole in the electrode placed on his cockhead. Pulse after pulse after pulse caused Ben's cock to spasm and bob involuntarily, in time with the clenching of his asshole. Ben began moaning, unaware of his own sounds. Soon he discovered that his tormentor could vary the pulse of the electricity, and its intensity, and with each new pattern of shocks Ben's body reacted on its own, in a new way. The hands applied pads of some sort to Ben's inner thighs, to his lower belly, to his sac, each time forging new paths for the current, each time intensifying it. Ben's mouth hung open in silent cries of shock and pain. Finally all the electrodes were removed except the original ones at Ben's cockhead and ass, and the power began gradually ramping upward… up… and up… and up… until the surges of current felt as though they were convulsing Ben's entire pelvis. At this point another sensation - WHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAP – the narrow switch began mercilessly whipping Ben's cockshaft again. Ben's mind rebelled - his eyes rolled in his head and he began to drift in a haze of pain, his entire body shaking uncontrollably. And then it all suddenly stopped. Ben sucked in breath audibly, his chest heaving. In a moment, he heard again the BZZZZZZZZ of the device that had touched the rod in his cockshaft. This time, the hand planted its buzzing head squarely on his asshole. "GAAHH!" Ben cried, from the intensity of the vibration, and again when it shifted it to his nutsac. The hands were testing, seeking those places where Ben's body would betray him, to reveal his sensitivity. In the next instant, they found their target. They placed the thing - Ben could only think of it now as some evil Thing - underneath his cockhead, directly on his frenulum, pressed downward slightly, and BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ. "Oh, GOD!" Ben shouted - he had never experienced a stimulation that intense in his life. "Stop! Please stop! Ohhhhhgggggg….. I'm going to…. " The device stopped. Ben's body heaved in sweat and sexual frustration, drawing ragged breaths. Suddenly, the blindfold and wrapping were pulled away, and he found himself blinking at the intent face of the Gray Man, who was holding something in front of Ben's face. “Benjamin! Look carefully. Look very carefully at what I am holding. From this moment forward, this is the token of your future life. This is the call you must always answer. This is who you are. This is your body, and your soul. LOOK.” He held before Ben's eyes a golden coin. In the next second, the electricity surged again, igniting Ben's entire sexual being. WHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAP went the switch onto his cock and balls. BZZZZZZZZZZZ – the device assaulted his frenulum. “Now,” said the Gray Man, “open your eyes and look upon this coin...” Ben forced his frantic eyes to look at the shinging gold circle as every single aspect of his being shrunk to a single, inescapable conclusion. “Benjamin,” said the Gray Man, “CUM.” Ben's mind unspun. His back arched, his toes curled obscenely, he strained every restraint, and his cock pulsed against his will, shooting thick ropes of cum across my belly and chest in spite of the electrode blocking his slit. Each pulse of liquid cum increased the intensity of the electric charge coursing through his cock, causing it to contract with greater violence. This could not be called an orgasm – this had been ripped out of him. It could be described no other way. When Ben's cock stopped convulsing, the Gray Man turned off the power and removed the electrodes, put away his tools, and stood up. Of the golden coin there was no sign. He wiped off his hands with a hand towel and left it on the chair. Ben still lay in the frame, his semen liquefying and running down his body onto the floor. Ben could smell it pungently. The Gray Man went to the door and opened it. “You were superb,” he said, glancing back. “Good boy. I now have no doubt in the ultimate outcome of your training. I can scarcely wait to get underway.” He exited the room, and the door closed behind him. **As a little Easter Egg, for those of you kind enough to have read this far, I'll share a secret - a big chunk of this chapter is autobiographical. ?

The next morning I was awoken by Ben pushing his rod into me. It was dry and hurt, so I reached out and grabbed the tube of lube from the bedside table in front of me. Applying some to my hands I quickly reached back and rubbed some on his dick, before sticking my fingers in to my hole to try to relax and lube them. Ben allowed this for a few seconds, before swatting my hand away and pushing his dick in. This time he managed to sink it fully inside me, and although it hurt I put up no further protest. I lay on my side and he fucked me until he blew a third load into my hole, before he pulled out, got off the bed and headed into the shower. I heard him lock the bathroom door, so I guess he didn’t want company. We didn’t say anything to each other until we were standing waiting for the lift, both washed and dressed for the day. “You sore?” he asked, a little gruffly. “Yes” I said, continuing to stare up at the LED display to see the lift approaching our floor, “but I’ll live.” We met Mitch and Rob down at breakfast, where they had already been for a while. Ben sat down and waited for a coffee to arrive, but I was hungry so asked Rob to order a cappuccino for me while I went to the buffet. Coming back with a plate of food I saw Rob and Mitch looking at me quizzically, slightly smiling. I tried to avoid their gaze, wondering why the sudden attention my way, but when I was seated, had put my napkin on my lap and picked up my cutlery, the two of them were still staring at me. Ben, meanwhile, was checking his phone but had a smirk on his face. “So” I said, blushing a bit, “how was your night?” “It was good” said Mitch, still smirking. “Er, great” I said, forcing a smile at him. At this point he looked away, but the smile didn’t go. I was now convinced that Ben had told them what had happened last night. “So” said Ben, breaking an uncomfortable silence that had then ensued. “We all know what the plan is for today?” With that, and to my relief, conversation turned to work. There was a lot to do, and I was able to focus on the job at hand for most of the day, only really being brought back to reality when I sat down without care and realised how tender my thrice-fucked arse was. We worked all through the day, eating lunch during a meeting so as not to waste time, and it wasn’t until gone 7pm that we finished. A few of the people we had been working with took us to a nearby bar for some drinks, and we once again ended up having tapas for dinner rather than staying out to go to a restaurant at the late hour the locals tended to eat. We then walked back to the hotel, taking in the vibrancy of the city after dark. No-one suggested stopping for a drink anywhere as I thought they would, and indeed no-one was really talking. I was feeling pretty self-conscious after the weirdness at breakfast, so kept my trap shut too. Back at the hotel we piled into the lift in silence, and then Rob and Mitch got off at the third floor without even a ‘goodnight’. Ben and I then continued on up to level five, and headed to our room. “Bathroom” Ben said gruffly as I closed the bedroom door. “Sorry?” “Get in the bathroom” he commanded. I stood and stared at him for a moment, and then found myself complying. I walked into the bathroom, with him following close behind. Once inside, he pushed me towards the sink and bent me over, my silk tie resting on the taps. He then reached around my front and undid my trousers, pushing them and my trunks down to my knees. I watched in the mirror as he then undid his own trousers and pushed them down a bit, reached into one of the pockets and pulled out a sachet of lube, ripped it open with his teeth and then I felt it squirting between my arsecheeks. Seconds later his cock was against my tightened hole, and I did the best I could to allow him access as he pushed in. However, he had not rimmed or fingered me at all, and it hurt like a bitch. I yelled out as he popped in. “Shut up!” he said, pushing himself the rest of the way in. Then, without any pausing to let me get used to the invasion, he started fucking me deep and hard. I know I had my eyes squeezed shut at first, but in time I opened them again and looked in the mirror. As much as it hurt, it was a hell of a turn-on to see both Ben and I fully dressed in business suits, but with him fucking the daylight out of me. He didn’t last long before he bred me, and then ripped his cock from my hole. “Get undressed and get on the bed” he commanded, as he pulled me up and pushed me out the door. He then shut and locked the door to do, well, I don’t know what. I stood in shocked amazement for a bit, and then started to get my jacket, tie and shirt off. I removed my watch and chucked it on my bed, then sat on the end of his to get fully naked. I paused again, and then climbed up on to the bed and positioned myself on all fours. While I waited I remembered the tube of lube from this morning, so crawled over and retrieved it from the drawer. I applied some to my fingers and then reached back to work it into my hole, trying to stretch myself a bit. Ben’s dick had already done a number on me back there, but it had hurt throughout so I wanted to get a bit more relaxed if he was going to fuck me again. Ben came back out of the bathroom, and our eyes met as I looked back over my shoulder at him. “On all fours” he said, before going towards the bedroom door. I heard him open it, not knowing what the fuck was going on, but when I then heard the clear sounds of more than Ben walking into the room everything fell into place for me. “Fuck” I heard Mitch say, “you weren’t joking!” “Is he ready?” asked Rob. “Slut’s all yours” replied Ben. “Just bred him, so he’s good to go.” Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. That’s pretty much where my head was at. I looked back at them as they stripped out of their clothes, not quite believing what was about to happen to me. But I didn’t protest. I don’t know why, but I didn’t protest. Rob went first, stepping up to my rear end and slapping me with his cock a few times. He saw the tube of lube next to me and grabbed it, applying some to his cock for which I was grateful. He then pushed against my hole and slipped inside, and I was pleased to find that he didn’t have the girth of Ben. He was much longer though, and as he went deeper inside I found myself moaning as new parts of me were opened up. “He loves it” said Mitch, who then came round to the other end of the bed. He kneeled on the mattress and shuffled forward, presenting his erect dick to my face. Without a great deal of choice in the matter, I opened my mouth and allowed him to push inside. And so it was that my first spitroasting began. Rob got himself fully buried, and then began to piston in and out of my recently-virgin hole, while Mitch set up a rhythm in my mouth. Somehow I managed to swallow his cock without gagging, and so my throat got deflowered by Mitch as Ben had done to my arse the day before. The two of them started thrusting in sync, so that I was getting reamed at both ends in tandem. I have to admit, even though my mind was screaming, it felt amazing. I relaxed into it, letting the two guys use my holes. In time, they swapped places, and I got to savour the various tastes now coating Rob’s cock as he thrust it in and out of my throat, while Mitch took over the reins at the back end. They swapped back once more before Rob blew his load in my arse, and then Mitch went back there and hammered me for a bit longer until he too had bred me. Ben took over at this point, ramming into me and dumping another load. By that point Rob was back in gear so he gave me another fucking, and then Mitch added his second load of goop to my overflowing hole. They rested for a while on my bed, cracking open some beers it appeared the other guys had brought with them, and I turned over an lay on my back trying to recover. None of them spoke to me at all, just chatting between them about what a good hole I was, how I compared to the girls or guys they fucked back home, and how many loads they thought they could get up me before we went back to London. They were clearly trying to themselves aroused again while my holes lay unused, and it worked. Still lying on my back, I then took one more load from each of them with my legs up on their shoulders, before they called it a night. Rob and Mitch threw on their trousers and shirts and headed off, while Ben climbed in to my bed. I lay on his for a bit longer, and then sat up and looked over at him. “Should I get in with you?” I asked softly, the first time I had spoken in a long while. He didn’t respond, but just threw back the covers. I climbed in turned around and rested back against him on my side. I could feel his cock was hardening again, so reached back and took hold of it. I briefly rubbed it, and then guided it back into my gaping hole. Ben let out a moan of appreciation, and threw his arm over me to hug me in. Sleep then took us both, with him buried to the hilt inside me.

I'd been checking out BBRT, craigslist and haunting the dogs saunas of Sydney for quite a while. I loved the edginess of raw sex but always freaked out after getting drunk and making a small mistake. Nothing major just letting a random guy pop his knob in and out my hole a few times before slipping on a condom. It always still freaked me out. One night while visiting Sydney I got pretty drunk and hopped on BBRT, started chatting with the hot older guy ( I was 24, generally played safe, in shape from the gym, tall but slim and 7.5 cut). He was was so hot. Muscular, hung few nice tatts and poz. Normally I would have stopped at the fantasizing stage but I guess id had a few too many vodkas. I always fantasized about being used hard and raped just like the stories I read on breeding zone and nifty. I agreed to meet him at one of the seedier places (Sydney Sauna(. It had a reputation for older guys who liked it rough. Getting there I stripped out of my clothes and started to walk the corridors. It was a busy Friday night, with a loth of guys i normally wouldn't consider. I like older guys but some of these were too old not to mention out of shape. I decided to have sauna and wait for my guy to arrive. I was still bussing from the alcohol, id one through half a bottle of vodka before coming and had a fresh bottle of amyl tucked into my jock strap. The sauna was empty but the heat was nice, I enjoyed just relaxing back while the room gently spun. My cock was hard, it had a tendency to stay perpetually aroused in these paces, and I couldn't help but start playing with it. An old guy appeared out of the steam, out of shape and not my type but he got down and started sucking. He was good and started fingering me. Not what I was after but at that age who knocks back a blowie. Before too long the heat started getting to me, and i didn't what to blow that way. I tended to lose my horniness once I came and wanted to see how far I could go tonight. While I was neg and really always played safe the idea of finally getting with a known poz guy had me dripping. It was like the next stage of adventure, of risk, of kinkiness. I just wanted to experience what it was like for someone to take control of my body and use me, hurt me, leave me bred, bleeding and converted. Actually I didn't want to convert. I figured I can always get PEP the next day that just really wasn't in my mind at the time. I still figured I could blow him maybe let him tease my hole a bit, beside most of the guys round are undetectable and unlikely to pass it on. As I walked back past the front desk I saw him come in and followed him to the locker room. Tall and muscled, not bodybuilder like and definitely not in his prime. His cheeks were a bit sunken but he looked fit and sexy as hell. He stripped down an stowed his clothes in his locker. I caught a brief glimpse of his cock, it looked bigger than the pics online suggested, and just above his pubic hair a biohazard tattoo. My cock gave an involuntary pulse. He looked up and stared straight at me. He smiled and I shivered. Was I ready for this?

OK. After SIX long days, I think I've done enough to avoid problems with FOSTA/SESTA. Here's a brief run-down of what was done: The section on female escorts was made non-viewable. All members who said they were female were reviewed. About half were junk accounts and were deleted. All gallery images were reviewed and galleries with female genitalia were removed and infractions were given. All uses of the word 'escort' were reviewed. Judgement calls were made. Many threads and posts were hidden, others were edited (if changing a few words could bring it inline and not change the substance of what was being said too much), and others were left alone (mostly fiction and off-hand remarks). All instances of 'adultwork', 'rentboy' and 'rentmen' were changed slightly to break the links. The calendar was reviewed since escorts were posting ads there. A few people were found to be spamming the calendar and were given infractions. Going forward we will be giving infractions for inappropriate references to escorting. What's Allowed: Clearly fictional references to escorts and escorting. References to you having been an escort in the past. References to singular times when you hired an escort in the distant past. References to the fact that someone was an escort in the past (with no implication that they're still an escort). Discussions of the problems of being an escort (e.g. STDs, drugs, etc.) References to escorts and escorting in the sexual health section of the site (e.g. "I just hooked up with an escort and I'm worried about…") What's NOT Allowed: Mentions that you're currently an escort. Discussions about how you're thinking of being an escort. Mentions that you recently or regularly hire escorts. Mentioning that you want or intend to hire someone for sex. Requests asking where you can find the escort profile of a pornstar, or mentioning where to find escort profiles for pornstars. Asking if a pornstar escorts. Mentioning profiles on escort-only sites, or suggesting people visit escort sites. Gray Areas: Encouraging others to escort. OK: "You're so hot guys would totally pay to have sex with you." Not OK: "You should put an ad on Rent Boy – then you won't have so many money problems." Mentions that certain pornstars escort. OK: "Yeah, I saw that he was escorting a few years ago, not sure what he's doing now." Not OK: "Yeah, I saw an escort ad saying John Doe is coming to Miami next week." So basically if it facilitates or encourages escorting, it's not allowed. But escorts and escorting exists, so there are legitimate discussion of the topic. This is a sex forum and when money and sex mix, it's still OK to talk it over.

I am generally a nice person. I literally can't hurt a fly. I shoo them away out the window. So, please don't get the wrong idea about me when I confess to what I did here. It was out of character, but I can't say I regret it. About a month ago, I saw a cute twink on adam4adam. I'm always friendly to people I message, and I show respect. I post my poz status on my profile; but I hide my pictures and unlock them only if I am likely to meet a guy. When I messaged Alan, it was a simple, "Hello. How are you tonight?" When you're poz, it's not unusual to receive a lot of hateful responses. I suppose I should be used to it. But, maybe I was just tired of it. Alan's response was "Jesus Christ. You're POZ and OLD! Leave me the fuck alone!" And then he blocked me. Okay, I'm 28, and Alan was 21. I can respect that might be too large of a gap for someone to be comfortable with, but why the rudeness? And why are some so harsh towards guys with HIV? I tried not to let it bother me, but even a couple of weeks later, when I'd see his profile, the anger would build once again. I decided someone needed to teach this rude twink a lesson. I'm lucky that I've always looked very young for my age. My friends tell me I look anywhere from 20 to 24. Good genes, I guess. And I also have a secret weapon: nobody can refuse my cock when they see it. It's only about seven inches, but it's very thick and, if I might add, very pretty also. It took some planning: I made sure to use WIFI at a coffee shop (so that the authorities would not be able to easily find me if they investigated); and I had to make sure that I used public transportation to meet him; so that he couldn't easily identify me. Creating a fake profile on a4a is just a little too easy. I decided to not use my real pictures; but pictures from another guy's profile that looked very close to my body. The similarity was uncanny. After briefly chatting over a few days (and I made it specifically seem as if I wasn't too eager), he invited me over to watch a movie and "see what happens." So, the moment of truth. We watched a movie, and I did a rather convincing job of not being too interested. He inched over on the couch as the movie played. Eventually, he was brushing up against me. I slowly reciprocated. Before I knew it, we were both taking off our clothing. His body was perfect: slim and toned, light tan skin, smooth; and a decent-sized dick; although not nearly as thick as what I was packing. "You're so hot!" he said while we continued to make out after we undressed. Yeah .. not so gross now, I thought to myself. I had never been more turned on. Even though he was hot, the plan I had in mind for him heightened the excitement. He is going to get what he deserved, I thought to myself. Making out turned to oral. As most guys do, he instantly fell in love with my cock and made a game of trying to deep throat it. The girth, however, generally makes that nearly impossible for most, and he failed at it, but he tried valiantly. "Let's go back to my room," he said and pulled me off the sofa and led me down the hall. After some 69ing, I put the plan in motion. I ate his ass with wild abandon, tongue fucking him in between my licks. His moans escalated. "Please tell me you're a top," he both said and asked. "Yeah, I am," I replied, "but I only fuck bare. Condoms make me soft." I went back to eating his ass while he considered for a few moments. "Damn, are you clean?" he asked. "Yeah, but I just met you, so I'm not sure I wanna fuck you raw - yet" I replied. I had nothing to lose here, I reasoned. "I'm clean," he tried to persuade, "I promise you won't get anything from me. I want to feel your cock so bad. it's perfect!" Right as scheduled, I thought to myself and softly directed him, "Get on your stomach." He instantly complied. I licked the back of his neck and said softly to him "Are you ready to get what you deserve?" He played along so well, "Yeah, give it to me! I'm ready!" I ate his ass for a few more minutes, while periodically adding spit to my cock; I didn't wet it as much as i usually do, though, because I wanted him to have a little more pain that the others I've fucked. In truth, I'm usually a gentle top, but in my excitement for his hot ass, coupled with my desire to make him pay, resulted in a very quick thrust into his hole. He didn't expect such a shocking sensation. "Fuck! Slow down!" he blurted. "I'm sorry," I said, but decided to continue to ram it in hard. "Hh fuck! Pull it out!" he begged. "You'll get used to it," I replied and continued to plow fast and furiously. He was trying to yell something as I relentlessly drilled him, but I couldn't make out any words. "Ohhs and unnhs'" poured out of him as I kept power-fucking his tight hole. I was a little sad to see that he was starting to enjoy it, I have to admit. The terrible pain I was causing him was clearly turning to pleasure now as he was starting to form words, "Oh FUCK! Fuck! Yeah!" I picked up the pace, and fucked him as hard as I possibly could. The little fucker was loving it, so I pulled all the way out, and slammed it all the way in. He still seemed to enjoy it. "Fuck yeah! I love it! More more!!!" he now begged. A few more all-length slams and he couldn't take any more. "I'm going to cum!" he yelled. I continued to forcefully fuck his hole as he cried out "ahhhhh...." Hearing him cum almost set me off, but I was determined to cause a little more pain before I gave him the poz load he deserved. I jackhammered his hole repeatedly. "Oh fuck! Please STOP! I already ca ..." "Almost done," I said and then jackhammered him another thirty seconds or so while his face turned bright read and he screamed with pain. "Take my load you little bitch!!!!" I yelled as I came inside him and thrust about ten more times while I filled his ass with my charged load. I left it all the way in balls-deep, as I felt my nuts drain into his ass. Finally, I pulled out. "Fuck man, that was insane," he said. I couldn't tell if he was upset or pleased by the tone of his voice, but, I didn't care. "I hope you enjoy what you got," I said as I started to dress myself. "That was incredible. I've never had such a good fuck," he conceded. Time for the last part of the plan, I thought to myself, "if you think that's hot, I know something you might like even better." "Hh yeah?" he said, still trying to catch his breath. "Have you heard of a stealth fuck?" I asked. He probably didn't, I reasoned, since he didn't even talk to poz guys. "No .. what's that?" he asked back inquisitively. "Go to breedingzone.com and search for "stealth" stories. You're gonna love it," I answered. And moments later, I made my quiet exit. Enjoy HIV, Bitch.

Since becoming poz, I've always practiced safe fucking. I've never even thought about doing anything remotely unsafe - and I always spread the word about condom use among my friends. I'm a bottom so I never thought about being concerned with a neg top fucking me bare. transmission I assume is low. But I have this asshole friend of mine named Jake - or at least a guy I always run into because we have many friends in common. He thinks that poz guys who get knocked up do so because they are too promiscuous. He actually said "they fuck too much and don't know when to stop so I don't have any sympathy for them." I decided right then and there that my mission was to set up his ass some how. It also helped knowing he is a big fan of Disneyland, so putting everything I knew about Jake, I had the perfect idea to get poz cum up his hole - and I wasn't thinking one load. About six or seven months had passed and I decided it was time to make my move, and by good fortune I ran into Jake at a birthday party. I casually mentioned to him I was going to an amusement park in Anaheim with a group of guys and that we got a hotel room to make it an all weekend full of fun. I told him I had an extra ticket because someone had canceled. He ran the idea through his mind and asked me if he could buy the ticket from me. I told him that it would save me the trouble from being fucked over since the other guy had canceled on me. I also mentioned the other guy lived in Santa Ana and wasn't going to stay in the hotel room. After speaking to him, I ended up having him agree to sleep on the hotel room floor. We figured we wouldn't tell the front desk the room would have five guests staying instead of four. It was a big hotel room with two beds. I told him to bring an extra pillow. It was summer so there wasn't really a need to bring extra blankets. The next part of the plan was to now get poz tops into bareback fucking a negative asshole. I put an ad on a popular bareback site with the heading "Poz Tops Needed for Conversion Party." On the Wednesday before the Friday night sleep-over, I had 26 tops who responded. I had to separate those on the from the list those who were NOT poz, which reduced the number to 15, and then I did my best to eliminate the flakes, which reduced the list to 12. After talking to nine of them who gave me their number, I explained the plan. They were to stay most of the first night and take turns making trips to the restroom and seducing Jake to surrender his hole to them - bareback. It was probably going to be a challenge. I had nine guys who continued to express interest in the undertaking. During each interview, I jotted notes on how committed they seemed, how turned on they were from the scene, if they were really off meds and if they had ever pozzed a neg man before. Dick size played a small part, but I definitely wanted tops with bigger than average dick sizes. I also noted that a couple were able to give more than one load up an unsuspecting asshole. After I narrowed my search, I came up with the best three poz guys of the bunch. They had 26 inches of poz dick they could offer a hungry bottom. All three claimed to be aggressive and would not pull out early. One of the tops claimed to have pozzed up at least 14 men that he knew of for sure. Friday night came and the Jake arrived right after I did as planned. It was around 10pm. We planned to get a good rest and start off bright and early as soon as the park opened. Jake staked his blanket and pillow on the floor near the restroom. As he was about to lye down, I asked him if he was really going to sleep with pajamas with firetrucks all over. I told him that was kind of goofy and that he could sleep the way I do, bare ass naked. The other guys aren't going to look or care I pointed out, but it would stand out when he got up in the morning to shower. And besides, it was in the middle of summer. Soon after Jake and I had dozed off and the other 3 came trickling into the hotel room. They had no suitcases since they weren't going to stay the whole night. I had the biggest dick top sleep with me in my bed. The top in my bed held me by wrapping his arms around me with his dick resting along my crack. Too bad his dick wasn't going to slide up my hole. Jake was sound asleep while the other guys were waiting for my signal. The first guy I had go first went to the restroom. He was naked and had a semi-hard-on. He left the bathroom light on which provided me with a small amount of light just enough to watch the show, yet make the bottom feel comfortable that it was night. The top crouched down on his knees and starting rubbing Jake's body. One hand was feeling his arms, back and legs. The other hand was seducing his asscheeks and crack. The top also started to lightly tug on his Jake's dickshaft. Jake woke up with a rging hard-on. "Hey dude, what's going on?" Jake whispered. "I can't sleep and I'm really horned up. I was hoping you were a bottom," the top whispered back. Didn't take long before the top had his poz bare dick up Jake's ass. I could tell Jake was trying to be careful not to wake anyone up. The top played along. His dick sea-sawed back and forth, up and down his ass shoot. All of a sudden, the top thrusted hard for a couple stroked up Jake's ass as he was feeding Jake's ass with some grade A American poz cum. The top whispered, "My name is Brad, what's yours?" "Jake," he whispered back, "I don't usually fuck bareback." The top told Jake not to worry about it and went back in bed. About a half hour later another top did much the same thing. The previous top who had fucked already left for home. In no time, the second top with a nine inch dick was breathing heavy with desire as he was fucking Jake's hole. as predicted, Jake was on the receiving end of a poz load. Now there was only one poz top left, and he was a multiple orgasm top. The top nudged Jake awake and asked him if he wanted to share his bed because the other top left home to deal with an emergency. Jake was tired but complied. Jake's ass took a pounding. I decided to come out of the blanket and lay in my bed stroking while Jake was getting fucked over. Jake saw me but didn't seem to want to stop because of embarrassment. I egged them on, and walked over to the bed and began playing and stroking Jake's balls and dick. "Get your faggot hands off me!" Jake screamed. In this situation I knew I had the upper hand. I gestured 'fuck you' with my middle finger, accompanied with a loud retort "Fuck you! And I mean really, fuck you!" "I don't want your AIDS hands touching my balls and dick!" Jake screamed out. "So how many poz cum loads do you think you took tonight Jake? Just how many?" The top was breathless and about to squirt his fourth load up Jake's asshole. "I count six loads. Six poz creamy loads!" Jake looked at the top, who just shrugged with a lascivious smile. "Why didn't you tell me the guys were all poz?" "Why would it matter," I asked, "You never bareback, remember?"

Last year I was talking to this hot black muscle top for a good two weeks online. He was mid-30's, 200, big pecs, 45c, 32w, 8uc - a big tattd up muscle top/vers pig. We went back and forth for a few weeks til we were able to hook up. He asked if I partied n I said yes. We finally make a date and he comes over. He was hotter and nastier than his pics and I was in heaven. We start to get naked and J.P. asks if I slam? I said I have twice before but I really don't like needles. He said - "Trust me". So he proceeds to pull out two orange tipped rigs and prepare them. All I wanted was his cock up my ass having smoked some before he got there. He lays back, pulls out an alcohol swap and sticks himself and said he needed me to do two things and if I would do them he'd really take care of me. I'm like sure....he wants to me "check the rig" and tells me what to do. I slowly pull back the plunger and I see a little red liquid fill the rig. He was like great - your doing good - now slowly push the plunger all the way in. I did as I was told and he immediately goes into heaven. He pushes my head to his pecs which I suck on and then tells me to lick his massive amounts of pre-cum oozing from his 8 inches. After about 5 minutes he said"Now its your turn". I wasn't sure but I wanted to be a really nasty pig with him so was like sure lets do it. He lays me back and says he promises I will feel nothing at first but a slight prick. The smell of the alcohol swab really kinda turns me on in a way. I feel the prick and see the blood filling up. JP says "now you may cough a bit - don't worry just go with it and trust me everything will be ok." I slowly see the red tinted liquid fill my vein and he undoes the belt around my arm, swaps me with an alcohol again and looks at with those nasty sexy pig eyes of his. I cough for a few seconds and immediately feel like I'm in fucking heaven. I have never felt so good or so damn horny. I lay back and spread my legs wide open for him. I'm so fucking horny I'm whispering "fuck me JP - fuck me please baby. Make me your fucking pig." He puts his raw cock in me and starts pounding away but I wanted it nasty and rough. I started moaning "fuck my white pussy please - fuck my pussy!!!" He starts pounding away at me and we go at it off and on for a few hours. During a break I get up and pull out 4 or 5 nice size dildos including one huge one I have never taken before. JP's eyes light up and I'm glad he approves. He asks if I'm ready for another slam and I immediately say yes! He says the first one he gave me was a .2 but this one will be a .3. I'm like ok whatever and he explains it will be a little stronger - sounded good to me. We do the same procedure - I do him and service him for 5 min or so then he does me. He said remember don't be afraid of the cough. It hits and I cough even more than the first time but I was in even more heaven. I start moaning "fuck my pussy with a big dildo SIR - please use my pussy!!". He proceeds to take a big blak dildo and just ram me hard non stop for a good 15 minutes. Combine the slam with the poppers and I was feeling amazing! I'm like "the big one SIR - please the BIG ONE!!!" He goes for the 14x10 dildo I had never even come close to taking and the head just falls right in. Same thing he fucks the hell out of me for a good hour with different dildos. Needless to say he stayed four more days and by the time he left he fed me my first .4. He turned me out to slamming big time and I will be forever grateful. More stories with JP to follow - not to mention the one time he gave me a .5.

Recently I have been messaging with another member here, and he asked when I accepted I was a total sub. Here is my answer: Realization and acceptance came over time, but especially after after two incidents. One was a hookup via an online chat, where I went to the top's house and found there was another guy there, too. He was hot, hung, muscular and black. The host shot his load in me pretty quickly, the black guy took his place and did not let up for an hour. Verbal, a bit rough, and totally into my ass. When I left my entire butt felt used, inside and out, and I had very distinct tingling sensation that I had never had before. Both cheeks felt warm, somehow. The other time was the first time at an outdoor cruising area. Five guys fucked me, with three giving me loads. They were lined up, one after another, with another one holding me up the entire time. He didn't fuck me, even though I asked several times. Just kept whispering in my ear how much I wanted it, making me admit I did, say how good it felt, and especially when the guys came, got me to acknowledge that. Also talked and encouraged the tops, commenting on "the slut" and "his cummy hole." Walking down the street after, I had the same used-ass feeling, but this time with the loads dripping down my balls and leg. It was a bit of a walk home, I was shirtless and my pants hanging low, all rumpled and stained some. I got a few looks from others as I walked by, and one group had a laugh that was obviously at my expense. I felt shame, a bit of humiliation, but also was quite aroused. I knew I would do it again. My dick got hard, and I jerked off once I was home. It was an incredibly intense orgasm. Still one of my hottest experiences ever.

Looking to get away for a few days and thinking LV may be a good place to visit. Not into baths, sex clubs etc. Do enjoy posting online and hosting in hotel room. Given hotel security, very difficult to do total anonymous unless connect with someone in the hotel. Also, have found local not all that interested in visiting Strip Hotels. Any suggestions where a slut, hopeful cum dump can stay and have easy access for visitors? Would like to stay on or close to central strip but that may not work for what my real motivation is . Thanks for any advice!!

Of course it’s wrong to do that. Even anonymous sex is supposed to be an act of love. I don’t see how to make it illegal without radically increasing Government’s involvement in our sex lives. but Karma’s a bitch and it’s as certain as gravity.

That was certainly interesting! Even if there's no more, it's a good story. Thanks for sharing it.

Previously I posted about realizing and accepting my status as a slut/cumdump/bottom. The same mix of feelings can still hit me during and after a fuck, but nowadays I have a sense of pride as well. Taking lots of cock and loads has become part of my identity, and to a great deal define how I see myself.

??

Great work! Kept me engaged all the way through. I didn't mind the way it ended. Left some to the imagination. I love youre creativity and attention to detail.

Actually I inserted ice cubes in my ass to ease soreness from a rough fuck

Yesterday/Early this morning I went to the Fukdto bb sex party at Club120. The bb party went on for 5 hours from 10PM-3AM. Outside just before 10, I spoke with a handsome younger guy with a moustache. Nothing much, just small talk about past bb sex parties. It turns out he was one of the hosts of last night's bb party. More about him later in this post. Now Club120, if you're not familiar with the venue, is a private gay club/bar, 2 floors, 5 slings, fuckwall, 2 washrooms, a few small cubicles, lots of open space to fuck or be fucked, cash bar (in case you're thirsty for a beverage). My 22 yr old and his new bf joined me in last night's bb party. When I was playing with him, he was 100% bottom. Now I've been pleasantly surprised - he's more vers. He topped me to get my hole ready. Now cum, just stretching. All good so far. His bf came over to Club120 after a nap brought on by driving back to Toronto from northern Ontario. It was nice to meet him. At the end of the night, I don't think they'll be back. They prefer less guys at Steamworks Toronto than the bb forest teaming with barebackers. When the 22 yr old finished widening my daddy hole, a familiar tall, black guy tested out my hole with his cock. He said that my hole went just great, but, because it was early in the night that he wouldn't be cumming in it -- like a lot of guys, a 1-shot wonder! Oh well, you move on! I managed to felch some cum out of a younger Latino beefy guy's hole. He said he'd gotten 7 loads by that time. YUMMY! I sucked a few hard cocks. No cum blasts. But I spotted a younger tall, thin otter jerking his dick as he was watching a guy get plowed in a nearby sling. I told him I wanted his cum and knelt down in position to receive his load. In about a minute, he put his hard cock head in front of my mouth, and I became the recipient of his cumload. Slightly salty, but I was SO happy to get his load. I cleaned off his cock. He smiled and thanked me. A win-win! Last night, IMHO, wasn't a real slutty night like the bb party I attended in early September. Guys were more reserved with whom they wanted to play. It depends on who shows up to these bb parties. It's a bareback event but not everyone plays with everyone else so freely as you'd like it to be or even expect. Last night's guys were guarding their gun powder, if you know what I mean. I kept bumping into the younger mustached host throughout the night. We kissed. He sucked my dick, I sucked his. I rimmed his hole and managed to fuck him for a bit. Toward the end he asked me how my night was going. I told him that I needed to cum. We went into a private cubicle. I lay down. He sucked my hard dick and played with my nipples. That would make me cum. And cum I did. I had not cum in a several days. I left around 2 AM, hungry for food and thirsty for something to drink after sex. Let's hope that the next Fukdto bb sex party has friskier men, open to playing with a wider circle of ages and types!

Moderator's Note: I have never heard of a forum that allowed you to sort messages that way ever (although that may be showing my age ?) Here is my best suggestion to you. When a thread in a forum has replies you have not seen, there will be an icon to the left of the post that looks like two speech balloons from a comic strip. If you click on that icon, it will take you directly to the first unread post in the thread. Also, one speech balloon empty and one filled means you have not posted in the thread. Both balloons filled means you have. The threads that you have posted in that do not have new posts will show the two filled balloons bur greyed out.

"I first encountered Greg in a chatroom. While he participated in the chats, he never contributed anything about himself. The small chatroom pic didn't show much, so I clicked on his profile and saw a sexy black man, with a bushy stache, wearing a leather bar vest over a smooth chest. He listed himself as single and under looking for, there was a question mark. Bold as I am, I sent him a private message. 'Hope this is ok, but if you don't respond, I won't be offended.' Less than a minute later, the reply came, 'It's ok' 'Greg, you're a sexy man and while you contribute to the chats, you never talk about yourself. At the risk of prying, might I ask why?' 'My boyfriend broke up with me a few months ago and since then, I have no life. Even worse, I'm still living with him, though I'm in the spare bedroom and we rarely even see each other. I only leave the house to see my doc and get meds and groceries.' 'Of course, this is none of my business, but this ex of yours has left you with some major depression. When and if you're ready to talk, I'm here for you and while I'm no shrink, I'm a good listener. Honestly, we don't have to discuss your situation, we can talk about the weather or dish about the other guys in chat.' 'Just getting this much off my chest has been a big help. More than anything, I need a friend and in these few minutes, you've become that. We'll do this again, but I think we should get back to the main room before you're missed. Thanks, man.' After that exchange, our private chats became a regular thing and while Greg revealed very little about himself, other than our shared love of kink, I found myself wanting him, but I wasn't overtly flirty. Patience and persistence paid off and Greg agreed to a meeting with no sexual expectations. Greg lived in the suburbs, about a 45 minute drive from me and when I offered to pick him up, he insisted on taking the train so it wouldn't be a wasted drive if one of us changed our mind." "On the day of our meeting, after breakfast and a cleanout, I went to the minimart across the street and bought 2 hero sandwiches and beverages for our lunch, snapple for Greg and beer for me. Satisfied that my place was spotless, I sat on the sofa and tried to tamp down my excitement. Depending on the promptness of the train. Greg expected to get to my place between 11:45 and noon. At 11:30, I peered through the blinds, nervous as the proverbial long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs. It was 11:49 when I spotted Greg approaching my place and I rushed to the door, opening it just as he rang the bell. Greg was even sexier in person. No sooner than I closed the door, I gave into my desire and moved in to kiss him. Worried that I might've come on too strong, I was relieved when Greg parted his lips, allowing my tongue full access, while he wrapped his arms around me. Our tongues fought a passionate duel as we swapped copious amounts of spit. Pressing his groin against mine, I felt Greg's cock throbbing and I'm sure he felt my cock pulsating with desire. Much to my regret, I was out of breath and just as I pulled back, my watch chirped to announce the hour." "I stared into Greg's brown eyes, noting how they sparkled. 'Do you know what that chirp means?' 'I hope it doesn't mean it's time for me to leave' 'When you came inside, it was 11:50 and it's now noon, so we've been kissing for 10 minutes!' 'To be honest, I can spend hours kissing you! Ever since I left, I was nervous about meeting you. I didn't know if you'd want a handshake or a hug. Halfway here, I nearly got off the train to go home, afraid that I'd disappoint you. All these months, nobody's touched me and it's like I've been dead inside. Sleeping Beauty, I ain't but like some fairy tale Prince, your kiss made me feel alive again!' 'Believe me, I'm no Prince, just an average man who knows and appreciates the magic of intimacy between 2 men! That kiss wasn't my kiss, it was OUR kiss and I think it's obvious that you made it wonderful for me! Granted, it broke our no expectations agreement, but as soon as I laid eyes on you, I had to kiss you, so no, I wasn't disappointed! Now, am I a disappointment?' 'Hell no, you ain't! The first time I joined the chat, you showed yourself to be a sweet, friendly man and then I clicked on your profile and I saw hotness personified! When we had our first private chat, I could see how caring you are. You don't pry, you don't judge, you just let me be myself and before that first chat, I really hadn't been myself, just an empty shell of a man! 'I did get the feeling that you were down in the dumps, but at the same time, I saw a man worth getting to know and I was right! If you're treated like crap, sometimes you'll feel like crap! As you know, I'm not cut out for monogamy, but if you were my boyfriend, I'd make sure you feel like the sexy stud you are!' 'Sexy stud, me? I'm no troll, but I'm not God's gift to gay men and I don't get how you see it!' 'Maybe you need to see yourself through my eyes. To use my own fairy tale comparison, I've been with my fair share of toads, but if there's a Prince here,, it's you!' 'Okay, you're my Prince and I'm your Prince, let's leave it at that!' 'Well, my Prince, I think we should have lunch and relax for a bit.' I led him into the kitchen."

Met up with a new discreet guy online looking for head. Picked him up and parked moving to the back of the suv. He wanted me in panties and on my knees to suck him. His precum was super sweet and I ended up begging him to fuck me. Surprisingly, he pushed me down with my pantied ass up. He held me down by the nape of the neck as he yanked down my panties. He spit on my hole and began to slide his cock against it then pressed in. Fuck it was tight and I whined a little which made him push harder. I wasn’t expecting him to move from a bj to his bare cock balls deep so fast but the excitement had me wet quick. He was fucking me from behind, his balls slapping my ass and I was getting wet and frothy. He was surprised, “your pussy is fucking wet, my god, fuck that feels good”. He was a talker and as he pounded my hole kept asking if I liked being his slut, if I was going to swallow his cum after he fucked my little ass. Was the right mix of talk and aggressive to make me moan and whine even more. Shortly I started to beg for his load. Again, he was surprised “you want me to cum in you?” And I begged more insistently. He responded with grabbing my shoulders and pushing me hard against the seat and pulling for leverage as he slam fucked me and said he was going to shoot, he slowed down the thrusts to say “you sure? You want me to cum in you?” And I arched my back to meet his thirst with a please, make me your cumslut, I need your cum in me, cum. He delivered a huge load that ran out of my hole as he pulled out. I sucked his cock clean as he panted and mumbled about cumming in my ass feeling so good. As he dressed he asked if I’d be willing to take him regularly, if I didn’t mind the drive to him. I think I’ll be his weekly cumdump. Fingers crossed As I was driving home a top I hadn’t seen for a while messaged me to come over. I let him know I had just taken a load and he was all in to add his. I swung over and he loaded me within 5 minutes but he kept going leaving 2 more loads in my sloppy cunt. Fuck, both tops heavy cummers combined with my naturally wet hole and hard pounding had cum running down my nuts and cock. I had to fold up my panties like a pad for the drive home. I’m still leaking. I’ve never had this many loads in me before and I’m hooked. I want as many loads as I can get.

Fit jock blindfolded cumdump in NYC hosting anon pump n dumps txt to unload 914-222-3867 kik cuntarmo

This night is one I remember vividly. I had been taking more than one load in one night but it was always with single guys when I was cruising the park at night since I was 17. My very first time with multiple guys in one session if I remember correctly was the first time I went on vacation to a gay clothing optional resort in Gran Canaria. I was in my 20s then and was actually scared as hell not knowing what to expect from a resort like that. This is pre-internet, something you can hardly imagine now, the only thing I knew about it was what I had read in the Gay Times, a UK magazine, and those reviews were not very explicit. But it was exciting being nude around other guys and getting an all-over suntan. And after a few days you get to know the other guests around the pool and when you met them in the evening bumping into each other at bars and clubs. I hit it off with with 4 guys from the UK. They were a bunch of very outgoing best mates (not two couples) and we went out together at night. After a drunken night at the bars I ended up in one of their bungalows for a "night cap". Must have been around 4 or 5am. I had been slutting in dark rooms that night and already had a few loads in me. Can't really remember how it started but at one point I was sucking one the guys. One thing led to another and I got banged by all four guys. They were probably vers but I was the "cute Dutch guy with the hot arse". Can't remember how many loads I got, likely just four, all being intoxicated, but I remember waking up in my own bed in the morning and feeling ashamed. Couldn't really believe what I had done and felt like a real slut (not that I wasn't one in the park...). It was more about facing them that day. What would they think? Well, they thought they had had a good time. When I got to the pool one of them yelled "hey, there's the little cum slut!" All eyes around the pool were on me and I thought I'd die. But they all laughed it away and things were like normal although I could see other guests looking (leering?) at me. We had a repeat session before they had to leave two days later. Not so drunk this time and longer. My nickname at the resort was "Dutch cum slut" by then (they obviously had blabbed to the other guests) and I had no problem getting laid in the following week ? Mostly singles or couples though. I went back the next year LOL.

I can completely understand wanting to clarify why you're taking it -- I was in much the same boat when I started -- but in a clinical or hospital environment, your healthcare providers should need to know is that (a) you're still taking it, and (b) at this time, you are not HIV-positive. If you're in an environment where they may not know -- even if they should-- such as a dentist's office or eye care provider, then my personal choice had been to say something along the lines of it being a prophylactic prescription for sexual health. As to knowing which medications you're on, that's tied to whether your healthcare providers such as primary care physicians, hospitals, and surgeons are in same medical group (such as Kaiser Permanente) or, if they are not, whether or not you signed intake paperwork saying your current provider(s) could access your medical chart from other locations / groups / practices. And I know my experiences aren't/won't be the same as yours, but I hope I've helped to ease your mind at least a little bit.

How many loads did you all take during Folsom? Didnt go so crazy as I was feeling off first two nights, then a super slut. Got around 12 loads Sunday before and during C&C, great fun, and flooded ass with cum.

Part 3 I got to know Jim during the summer before my final year at university when I took a part time job to earn some extra money, working in a shop three evenings a week. It was a family run shop and one night per week I was working with the shop owner and on the Wednesday and Saturday evenings I was working with one of his sons. Jim. Jim was a few years older than me, small, blond, and very muscly. He was quite sporty and worked out in the gym three nights a week. I didn't think we would have much in common but he was actually good company and we got on well working together. He talked about girls all the time though and talked about how he was missing his girlfriend who was working abroad for the summer and how he wasn't getting any. One night he asked if I had a girlfriend and I said no. I liked Jim and sensed he would be cool about me being gay so I told him. He was fine with it and asked me if I had a boyfriend. I grinned and said not at the moment. Jim said he couldn't understand why people had a problem with gay people and added that his cousin in Ireland was gay. His voice changed slightly and he sounded a little nervous as he told me his cousin had "helped him out a bit"when his girlfriend was away the previous summer. He was looking straight ahead as he said this but I could see him looking at me out of the corner of his eye to see how I would react. I was fairly sure he was telling me this because he was hoping that I would offer to help him out but I wasn't quite sure so I didn't say anything at first. Then I decided to go for it and I told him that I could help him out if he wanted. He grinned and said "Excellent!" The shop was quiet and after a moment he moved back into a little recess where he couldn't be seen by anyone coming into the shop. "I'm horny," he said and to my surprise he unzipped his jeans and pulled them down a little along with his pants. His cock was hard and took it in his hand and motioned to me to come over. I was really turned on and I knew we would hear anyone coming into the shop so I went over and got down on my knees. I took hold of his cock and began to suck it and he sighed happily. I sucked him for a while and then we heard someone coming in to the shop. "Later" he whispered as he zipped himself up and we went back out front. As soon as the shop was closed we were in the back room and Jim's cock was back in my mouth. He had quite a big cock and I really enjoyed sucking it. He seemed to be enjoying the experience too and it wasn't long before he warned me he was going to cum. I kept sucking him and was soon rewarded with a nice big mouthful of cum. "Thanks mate" said Jim with a grin as he pulled up his pants. "Anytime" I said. I started sucking his cock regularly and after we had done it a few times I asked him if he had done anything else with his cousin. He was silent for a moment and then told me that he had fucked his cousin a couple of times. I asked if he had enjoyed it and he nodded. The next time we were working together I brought some lube and after I had sucked Jim's cock for a while, I offered him my arse. Soon I was bent over in the back room as Jim pushed his cock up my arse and began to fuck me. He was a good fuck - he started slowly and built up until he was fucking me hard and fast and after a while he shot his cum into my arse. We sucked and fucked regularly throughout the time we worked together. He still talked a lot about girls and how much he was missing his girlfriend and somehow this just added to the turn on for me. I was also now regularly licking his arse, something he had been reluctant to let me do when I had first suggested it. Then a few weeks later I was sucking his cock when he suddenly turned round and bent forward. I knew what he wanted me to do and I pulled his cheeks apart and pushed my tongue right into his hole. He loved it and from then on my tongue went up his arse every time we got together. Sometimes when the shop was quiet he would go back into the recess and get his cock out and I would suck it right there in the shop. Sometimes he would turn round and pull his pants down and I would lick his arse too. I worked with Jim for about six months and enjoyed every minute of it. He seemed to be permanently horny and, although I had assumed that our encounters would stop when his girlfriend returned from abroad, he continued to fuck me until I finished working with him at the end of the year. He asked me more than once what it felt like to get fucked but when I asked if he wanted to try it he just shook his head. He was obviously curious though and I suspected that one day in the not too distant future he would let some guy fuck him up the arse. In my final year at uni I was sharing a flat with two other gay lads, Johnny and Paul. I had met Johnny one night in a gay bar in Glasgow and he had taken me back to his flat and fucked me hard up the arse. Johnny was a really attractive guy - he had dark curly hair, a cheeky grin, a fit body and a really long, thick cock. We got on well and met up a few times to fuck and then became friends. At the end of the summer one of his flatmates was moving out and he suggested I take the room. They had a flat in really good area near the university and I didn't hesitate. I really enjoyed sharing a flat with Johnny and we had a lot of fun. Johnny was working and Paul, the other flatmate, was a student in his final year like me. We would often go out to gay bars in Glasgow and I soon learned that Johnny was amazingly successful at pulling guys and rarely failed to score. On Friday and Saturday nights he would usually bring some lad home. Johnny was a total top and it was fun to see these lads emerge from Johnny's room in the morning, knowing that they had been fucked hard up the arse by Johnny's big, thick cock the night before. On the odd occasion when Johnny came home alone I would offer my arse and enjoy a good hard fuck. One time I came home in the middle of the day and when I walked into the living room the first thing I saw was Johnny's naked arse banging a young blond lad who was bent over the settee with his pants down. I recognised the guy as a first year student who was studying the same subject as me and I ended up joining in and fucking him up the arse after Johnny had finished with him. Johnny and I often went cruising together and had lots of horny fun with all sorts of guys. Johnny really seemed to be able to charm the pants off anyone he wanted. Our other flatmate, Paul, was much quieter and more studious. He had a boyfriend in his home town and would often go home to spend the weekend with him. He seemed happy to be faithful to his boyfriend and spent most of his time studying and went out running most evenings and weekends. One night just before Christmas I discovered there was another side to Paul. Paul was out with some friends and Johnny and I had been drinking in a bar in Glasgow. We had come home and started fooling around with each other and I was down sucking Johnny's cock when Paul came in. He had obviously been drinking too and when he saw what was happening he came over and joined in. Soon he was sucking Johnny's cock and I had my tongue up his arse. Then he was sucking my cock as Johnny fucked him. We both fucked him that night and both came in his arse. It seemed he couldn't get enough. The next day he begged us not to tell his boyfriend and of course we promised we wouldn't. A few weeks later, however, I came back into the flat one Saturday morning and found Johnny fucking Paul up the arse in a corner of the living room. It was very horny. Paul had obviously been out running and his shorts and pants were down at his knees and he was bent forward being fucked from behind. Johnny grinned at me and when he had shot his load up Paul I took over and fucked him until I added my load to Johnny's. One of the horniest experiences I had with Johnny involved our straight neighbour. The flat we shared was in a tenement in the west end of Glasgow and the flat above was rented by a straight couple in their late 20s with a young child. The guy, Paddy, was quite tough and I knew he had been in prison when he was younger. They were a bit noisy, especially when Paddy had been drinking, but we got on alright with them. One Saturday I was coming home when I heard Paddy's door shutting and, to my surprise, Johnny came down the stairs. When we got into the flat I asked Johnny what he had been doing upstairs and he grinned and told me he had been fucking Paddy. I didn't believe him at first but then I realised he was serious. Like I said, it seemed that Johnny could charm the pants off anyone - Paddy wasn't the only straight guy he fucked during the time we shared a flat. A couple of weeks later Johnny asked me if I was up for a session with Paddy. Of course I said yes and a little later we were knocking on Paddy's door. I still couldn't quite believe what was happening but Johnny assured me that Paddy knew I was coming and was up for it. We went in to the living room and Paddy got down on his knees in front of Johnny. He unzipped Johnny's jeans and pulled them down along with his pants. Johnny's cock was semi hard and I watched as Paddy took it into his mouth and began to suck it. He sucked Johnny for a while and then Johnny indicated to me and soon Paddy was taking it in turns to suck my cock and Johnny's. To my surprise, he sucked cock well and seemed to be really into it. I still couldn't quite believe this was happening but there was better to come. Without a word, Paddy stood up and, turning round, pulled his pants down and bent over. Paddy must have been already lubed as Johnny walked over to him, pulled his cheeks apart and pushed his cock right up Paddy's arse. Paddy grunted as Johnny began to fuck him. I watched and wanked as Johnny fucked this tough straight guy hard up the arse until he shot his load up him. He pulled out and indicated to me to take over. I pushed my cock up Paddy's arse and began to fuck him. I didn't last as long as I would have liked to and soon I was shooting what felt like a massive load of cum into Paddy's arse. When I finished cumming, Paddy pulled his pants up again and we both left. It was an incredibly horny experience - seeing a tough guy like Paddy being so submissive and the fact that it had all happened without any of us saying a word made the whole experience even hornier. We repeated the experience a couple of times and then Paddy and his girlfriend moved out one night and we never saw them again. Of all the experiences I have had with straight guys, I have to say that fucking Paddy up the arse was definitely one of the horniest. One night towards the end of my final year I was out drinking with some friends from uni. I had been drinking since mid afternoon and by about 10 pm I was really pissed. I decided I couldn't manage to drink any more and had better get home but when I got up to leave I was not very steady on my feet. One my friends said her boyfriend would walk me home to make sure that I got there safely as we were quite near my flat. She offered to come too but Ross, her boyfriend, said he would be fine and would be back shortly. Ross was at uni up in the north of Scotland and, although I had met him a few times, I didn't really know him. I didn't really have much in common with him anyway - he was a stocky, rugby playing straight guy and was quite loud. I was really drunk though and was quite happy for him to see me home. He put his arm round me to steady me and we set off on the short walk to my flat. I woke up late the next morning feeling more than a bit hungover and I reached for the bottle of water beside my bed and drank it down in one. I went back to sleep and woke a bit later feeling better. I looked around - my shoes, trousers and pants were lying on the floor and I was wearing only my T shirt and socks. I also had a pleasant squelchy feeling in my arse. I was feeling horny, as I often did when I woke up hungover, and as I began to play with myself I fingered my arse and felt the cum leaking out of me. I knew I had been fucked the night before but couldn't really remember very much. As I began to play with myself I suddenly remembered who had fucked me the night before - it was Ross. I began to remember bits and pieces from the night before. Ross with his arm round me to steady me, then Ross with his hand down the back of my pants. The next thing I remembered was sucking his cock. I remembered vaguely that at some point I had my tongue up his hairy arse and the next thing I remembered I was kneeling on the bed being fucked hard from behind. As I remembered this I began to wank. I knew I had been very drunk - but I also knew I had been up for it and so had "straight boy" Ross. Truth to tell though, I was beginning to drink too much and this was not the last time I woke up with a load of cum in my arse and only the vaguest recollection of what had happened the night before. A few times I woke up with a load of cum in my arse and no recollection at all of who had deposited it there. When I left university I moved to London and initially went through a bit of a bad time. Then I sorted myself out, stopped drinking altogether and began to build a life for myself. The safe sex message was all around and I began to use condoms on every occasion. By the mid nineties I had just turned 30. I had a good job, I had made friends and I was enjoying life. But I was also bored and tired of always doing the right thing. I began to have sex without using condoms and began to enjoy taking the risk on more and more occasions. As I did so, I soon discovered that it wasn't just gay lads who enjoyed a bit of unprotected sex...... Part 4 to follow

What’s up guys. This is my 3rd time posting to this discussion but I love reading and sharing these hot stories. Anyway I currently have 5 loads in my ass. Yesterday night an old fuck bud of mine invited me over to his new place. Before I knew it his tongue was deep in my hole and his cock was down my throat. Nothing to exciting after that, I rode his cock until he shot a load in me and then I went home. Today at work, however, that’s when the fun started. I work construction, there are a lot of hot daddy types that work construcion from different companies. I always open Grindr on jobsites just in case and I’m glad I did. I got a message from a blank profile. He said something along the lines of “damn I really want that hole.” And I said okay. I had no idea what he looked like, or how big his cock was, just that he wanted some hole and I wanted some dick. We met in a dimly lit room that no one was working in, and boy was he hot. He was about 6ft tall, hairy, blue eyes and brown hair with a scruffy beard. I was in awe of how hot he was and I quickly got down on my knees and sucked his cock. It wasn’t anything special but it had some girth to it. He told me he was gonna bust soon so I stood up and turned around and slid him in my ass. (The load from the night before had just started to leak out so it made for the perfect lube.) he didn’t even get a pump in. Just shot his load in my ass. I turned around and cleaned his dick off and he pulled his pants up and left. Lunch time rolled around and I was walking through the building when another worker pulled me to the said and whispered “I hear you’re taking loads, want mine?” I thought it was hot that the daddy from before wanted to share my hole with his work friends. Next thing I knew I was being kissed by some douchey looking “straight” boy who was about to load my hole. We were in that same room as before. And he lifted me on top of some boxes just high enough for his huge cock to find my hole. He slid in slowly and told me I was wet and tight. He was so loud, almost like he wanted to get caught. He kept telling me how hot my hole was, and that he was gonna breed me. I got into it as well, and begged for his load. “You want my babies , boy?” He said right before he grunted and pulled my hole further into his cock. He slid out, a long with someone else’s load and looked down at the load that just dropped from Ass and asked for my number. I gave it to him. I was cleaning up my area at work when he texted me, saying “I want that cummy hole again” I met him at his truck and we drove to a secluded area. I took off my jeans revealing my cum stained jock. Unzipped his pants, pulled his cock and balls out and rode him. He came in minutes but instead of pulling out after he shot, he kissed me, I felt his dick grow soft and then suddenly I felt that monster start grow inside my hole and he fucked me for another 15 minutes, I begged for his load. And while he shot one deep in me, my untouched cock started to cum as well.

I started sucking cock when I was 8, swallowed my first load at 12 and have been addicted to swallowing cum ever since! Was lucky enough to have a best friend in HS (str8 & married now) who would feed me his teenage cum 3-4 times a week for almost 5 years! Then had a college roommate for 3 years that provided some much needed cum (in addition to guys I met at the local ABS or bars). With my roommate it started with me finding used condoms and cum-rags in his room and I would take the condoms and swallow his load! Eventually he busted me, but was cool and started delivering the bags of fun to me after he shot! Finally on one drunken night he said he wanted to actually watch me eat his cum, so we watched a porn and jacked off...he came into my hand and I licked it up while he watched. That started a new JO event a couple nights a week, which eventually led to me sucking him off for about a year before we moved apart And there have been thousands of loads since those days swallowed and taken up my ass!! but swallowing is my favorite! One of my favorite feeders was this Asian guy that could cum 3x before he was satisfied...we met on A4A and the first time he came over, I was servicing him...he shoot a nice size load into my mouth, I swallowed it as I stroked myself off...but when I went to get up, he was "keep going"...who am I to objected, so I kept sucking and got 2 more loads before he was like 'ok, you can stop now'. So after that I learned not to bust my load until he had done 3 . Eventually we talked about fucking and so he started feeding me 2 loads, followed by fucking a 3rd into my ass! was the perfect solution to wanting to swallow and get seeded! I just wish more guys could go 3-4x before quitting...

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

I cannot say that my uncle is 100% responsible for me being such a kinky ass Pig today. He helped to understand feelings I think I always had. My earliest memories are of being attracted to men. He showed me how to get fucked and to fuck also to realize I love the taste of piss. Being a pig just seems to be second nature for me haha proud of it. ? and very thankful to my uncle for the however small part he played in helping me to realize it.

Eh. Not really. My company is a US company subject to US law. I would have to reincorporate in Europe, probably move to Europe, and only host out of Europe. But there are laws in Europe that are problematic as well. (Like, do Europeans really need warnings that a site is using cookies? ALL sites use cookies.) Actually I'm subject to the laws wherever my visitors are located, which means I'm subject to all laws everywhere. So I'm going to have to comply with the UK's age verification law when they finally figure out how you actually have to do to comply with it. But more concerning are the privacy laws out of the UK and the EU. They conflict with my ability to keep my sites secure. A hacker in the EU can demand that I delete everything I know about them from my server. I'm not willing to delete data on people who may be hackers. Hell, I'm not even OK with deleting data when it's disruptive to the flow of conversations on the site (which is why I generally don't delete your accounts here). And then there are countries, like Uganda and Iran, where this site is just flat-out illegal. So there's a whole spectrum of laws that I'm subject to, but only certain ones do I take seriously. And even of those there are a few where I probably never will be 100% compliant because they just go too far.

Art followed Nate's gaze down to his own shorts, noticed his woody, turned red. "Hey, really, I'm sorry I shocked you out of your climb. Just never seen a near naked guy on the face of a cliff." Standing up, Nate towered over Art, his broad shoulders casting a shadow over the little rock stud. Art was dwarfed and for the first time in his life felt vulnerable. His nipples stood erect as the black giant blocked the sun's warmth. "Uhhh... don't worry about it" Art countered. He'd never been so physically close, let alone exposed, to an african american. Art couldn't move. He found himself staring eye level into a sweaty t-shrit hugging huge square pecs. Art gulped searching for words. "Hey lemme introduce myself, I'm Nate" offering a big hand. "My name's Art" Art returned the courtesy, held out his own smaller, chalk covered paw which was enveloped and purposefully crushed affirming just who was dominant in this little exchange. Art squeezed back as strong as he could to show he's no wimp and was roughly pulled in closer to the giant. "Now that's a grip" admired Nate. "You know, the climbing....develops the hand's tarsels" Art explained, still overwhelmed. "Don't let me stop your climbing, little guy. You mind if I stuck around and watch?" Nate released the captive hand. "Uhhh..sure, no problem" Art eyed the black man suspiciously. "But let me give you a few pointers on spotting if your gonna hang out below me" "What'dya mean spotting?" Nate asked innocently. "Well, in bouldering, the guy below spots. That is, it's his job to cushion the fall of the guy on rock, give encouragement, and yeah push him to go harder, to the limit" Art turned around and walked back over to the rock.. "Let me show you. Get on the rock". Art motioned Nate to follow and pull his big body onto the face of the rock. "What the hey..." Nate obeyed, walked over, and pointedly brushed his bigger body up behind Art as he reached up to grab a hold, searched for a foot perch, and mimicked to his best ability, a climbers position. "That's it" approved Art, marveling at the size of this guy's arms. "Now the spotter stands behind & below his rock buddy, arms up & ready to catch or push, should his partner fall" Art explained, reaching up, palms forward and pushed on the massive black back in front of him, to show him he was there. "Now reach for a new hold above" Art pointed. Nate reached for a hold 2 feet up, followed with his left foot, held himself, then felt the knob he was holding onto loosen from his full weight and break off. Nate found himself falling onto the rock stud below who, not only cushioned the impact, but also held his own against a body that outweighed him by at least 100 pounds. Art nearly flipped backward spotting Nate's fall. He had some softball size biceps in his grip, a satisfying reversal of the situation only ten minutes before. Art was pretty impressed by this bench press grown mass but knew that men of muscle like Nate always had a hard time on a vertical face. The bulk prevented rock intimacy. Big guys just weren't flexible like the little wiry guys. "Wanna have another go?" Art challenged Nate, letting go of the big guy's arms. "Not yet" Nate felt outgunned on rock. Besides he'd rather be behind that little body. He put an arm over Art's shoulders and angled him toward the place where he'd just fell. "Let's see how I spot now, instead. Why don't you get that little butt back on the wall, and see how I do". "No problem". Art decided to take advantage of the big guy's spot, get a good workout in, and not worry about some risky moves given the guy below could no doubt catch a fall now. Art moved into a problem that he knew would impress Nate. Might as well show off his skills as well as his ass. Nate positioned himself behind and below Art, big arms up, palm on Art's lower back, showing the little guy he was prepared. Nate watched as the rock monkey moved effortlessly across the face of the ridge, clinging to holds the big guy could barelysee. Nate noted the way Art's back muscles and those on tense forearms looked like knotted rope. He got closer. Art could feel Nate's breath on his back, definitely the closest spot he'd ever received. He didn't mind when he felt big palms giving support and a light push during a long reach. Art pulled himself up above an overhang and looked down at Nate who was now taking off his shirt. "Jesus, Nate, your huge. You a bodybuilder?" Nate flexed his sweating pecs for Art. "You like that, huh, little guy?" "Pretty impressive, that's all" Art laughed and went back to the problem. As he climbed around he felt Nate's eyes on him; felt himself get hot and start up a good sweat. Art had a few boyfriends in the past but they were more his size. His last boyfriend was a smaller asian the year above him in college. The guy had tried to take his cherry once but the condom was too big for his small cock and Art wouldn't let him fuck him raw. Trying to show off He moved through a series of moves that stretched, pulled, and bunched his arms and legs to the point, that all his muscles were screaming. Art was getting a great workout, knew that he'd be too weak to move after he'd finished giving Nate a good show of his own fine physique. He pushed himself hard in competitive exhibition. As Art moved lower, Nate moved closer, right behind Art's ass, which was now at about level with the big guy's face. Nate couldn't help but lean in for a smell of his clean sweaty tight ass. Nate was well beyond arousal by this point, watching the little stud move across the rock. Here in front of his own nose, as seen through the rip in the backside, Art's butt muscles rippled. Nate brought his left hand up to Art's sweaty back, savoring the feel, and couldn't resist a squeeze of that fine bubble butt with his right. He had to breed this boy. Art laughed "Hey, watch it it. That's no spot. I'd call that a definite feel." He kept on climbing amused by the aggressiveness of this giant. "Mmmm" Nate groaned and started giving Art some sneaky pokes, and running fingers on known ticklish areas. It had been a good thirty minutes of bicep crunching, by the time Nate started copping feels, and Art's arms were screaming. When he felt big fingers stream across his lower abs, he couldn't help laughing. Unintentionally, he let go and fell into Nate's waiting embrace. Nate pulled a laughing Art against his chest and held the little rock stud suspended as he sniffed his captive's neck. He felt Art freeze and could sense the guy was intimidated by his loss of control and the enormous size differential; exactly Nate's intent. He lowered Art slowly ensuring that the little guy's exposed crack slid down along Nate's stiff shaft. Art felt Nate's huge and very hard dick slide up his butt as Nate too slowly lowered him to the ground. Now Art was scared. He squirmed free from the giant's hands, turned around and looked up at Nate to see some hungry eyes looking down into his own. Art had never experienced (or at least recognized) a stare directed for his pleasure like this before. He felt an odd rush ot his loins, and couldn't hold the gaze. He lowered his eyes down Nates own ripped abs and followed a line of kinky black hairs that tapered downward into very stretched blue running shorts. Art had never seen a cock so big, outlined so clearly in cotton. That cock pointed straight his way. "Uhh..well I think I'll call it a workout. Sure appreciate the spot" Art stammered as he turned to go get his gear and get the fuck outa dodge. Nate knew if he didn't move fast, the moment would be lost. The little man looked quick and Nate didn't know if he could keep up with a scared rabbit in this terrain. He grabbed Art's upper arm and pulled the little man closer. "Lemme brush you off". Nate began rubbing dirt from the rock stud's backside. "This rock climbing is a muscle-driven sport. Jesus, what an ass". "Uhh huh"...Art gulped as the giant squeezed his tight round cheeks, terrified as he was lifted slightly off his feet. His mind said run but he couldn't move. This guy was huge. The black man moved his sweaty hands up, enclosed his thick fingers around Art's pumped biceps, squeezed. Male scent filled Art's senses. He looked up again into the hungriest of eyes. Never had he been so confused, so aroused. "You know, I really think I better be going". Art pulled out of Nate's grip and turned around. "I don't think so." Before Art was two feet away, Nate reached from behind and grabbed the little man's face, pulling him back against his body, his other arm reaching around the rock stud's arms and chest. Art could only grab the giant's forearm that encircled him as he was lifted off his feet. A sweaty palm the size of Art's face covered his mouth, preventing him from yelling. Art could feel the giant's heartbeat as his back gripped Nates chest. Art arched and squirmed but was plainly overpowered. Nate loved the feel of the wiggling little hard body he now controlled. He felt his dick grow and lifted the guy's exposed ass up higher till his erection stood up between his new rock toy's thighs, licking the kids neck, digging his nose into an ear orifice. "Ahhhhhh....you get used to the feel of my big black dick, rock baby, get the feel of it good. I'm gonna stick my shaft so far up your fine ass, you'll feel it in the back of your throat". Art felt a panic as someone else's huge fucking erection came up between his legs. He couldn't comprehend a cock this size entering his asshole and struggled harder. The Black giant carried him over to the base of Hoodoo Ridge where an overhang formed a semi cave. He lowered Art and forced him down on his stomach. Art could barely breath as 240 pounds of black muscle straddled his back. Art could feel Nate taking off those too-tight shorts of his with one hand as the other pushed him deep in the leaf litter below. Art flinched when a big black mushroom cock head slapped his face. His big meat exposed to the swaety air, Nate then grabbed the little mans hair pulling the head back as he rubbed those tight round buns with his other hand. He pushed his throbbing shaft up between the little man's hard legs again, smearing his toxic pre-cum along the way. He bent around planted his mouth over the little one below and forced his tongue in quivering lips. Art couldn't breathe as this boa tongue filled his mouth, moved down his throat. The giant was breathing in, sucking every last molecule of oxygen from his lungs. Art was mortified to feel his own dick grow to full attention. This was rape. How could he be full on excited? "You want my big black dick up your ass, don't you rock baby. You want to feel me impregnate you with my shaft. You ain't never gonna walk or climb the same after I finish fucking your ass, white boy. You are mine. And I'm gonna take you as my bitch now, make your man ass, my own private pussy" "Please I haven't done that before", gasped Art. While he'd had boyfriends they'd only ever made out. One of them had rimmed him and the only guy to try was the asian whose cock was too small to use a condom so Art had refused. Ignoring Art's pleaseNate spit on his hand, found Art's puckered asshole, rubbed gooey juice toloosen it up, jammed a thick finger up the little man's tight hole. Art yelled in pain. Nate didn't stop and started to aggressively finger fuck this tight ass moving his thick finger further up that tight warm love tube aiming to scrape and abrade the tight tender tissue. He aimed a second finger, squeezed it in, jammed it up, and continued the digit probe. "It's been a while since i took a cherry, and I'm going to love planting my DNA deep inside your busted hole". Art had never felt fingers up his ass. The pain, the nasty pleasure, the prostate rubbing was too much. He felt his balls throb and cummed involuntarily into forest duff beneath him. Nate felt the little man arch back and knew he'd made him spurt jizz. He rolled the little man over, grabbed those slim hips and lifted the little guy's slight bleeding ass up to his face. Art was still jerking from his cum and felt helpless as he was held up by big hands, his butt in a strange man's face. Nate licked around Art's puckered rose, blew warm breath on his new pussy, and watched it quiver in anticipation. Nate loved to look at the entrance of his dick's target. He reamed his long tongue into the hole and felt hands reach up around his 19" guns. Art, upside down, his head resting against black thighs,an engorged cock poking his shoulder blades, felt the tongue enter his ass. It felt like a snake and he reached up to grab the black man's arms. If his own biceps were baseballs, the ones holding him airborne were softballs. No, soccer balls. Art felt like he was gonna cum again and did, shooting back over his head onto Nate's thigh's and the ground below. "Please stop i don't want to be fucked" Pleaded a winded Art, struggling to breath in his bent double position. "You've already got off on my fingers now its my turn"

When I was 15, went to a high school party at some dude's house. It was a mix of girls and guys, but I was bullied and one guy jumped on top of me, thus knocking me down to the ground and started humping me. Strangely for me at the time, I got rock hard and started questioning my sexuality. When I was 17, met a guy off a chat room who I thought was a few years older than me, turns out he was 50+. He tried to fuck me, but I was way too tight and inexperienced at the time plus I was bigger than him so I was able to heave him off me and left. When I got home, I realized how turned on I was. That was when I realized I was 100% gay. Wasn't until a couple of bottoms encounters that I realized that I was 100% sissy cum dump bottom. Now I take any cock, no load refused. My cock is absolutely useless.

"Whats plans rick?" asked Matt. So thats his name. I really should have asked when we chatted and not be so lead by my hard on. "Its pretty dead outside, lets do him right here. We can lay him over the island and fuck him each end". Rick reach forward and lifted me up, my legs had trouble supporting me. He lead me over to the tiled island that rose up in the middle of the sauna. Matt laid his towel down before rick push me backwards. It was the right width that laying back my ass hung over the edge while my head laid back, giving Matt's cock the perfect angle to slide deep into my throat. Matt leaned down and kissed me slipping his tongue inside my mouth as Rick lifted my legs and begun to eat my hole like a starving man. "I think I've changed my mind, will you use a condom?" I asked Matt looking up past his slightly bulging belly and massive cock into his eyes. "I don't do rubbers, but then I'm going going to fuck your throat. Nothing better than a little fucking twink choking on my cum. But Rick down there I'm pretty sure you got buckleys of convincing him to use one." "Fuck no, this load is going one place, up your ass. You wanted it bare. Give him the amyl, make sure he gets plenty then plug his throat. Don;t want any of the trolls out there hearing him when i split him. He's fucking tight." Rick still held my legs up with one hand. Sweat dripped off his chest. As Matt held the amyl to my nose making me inhale its fumes. The room began to spin again. I could feel Rick wiping his towel along my crack "Don't want to it slide in too easy", I tried to move but the amyl was still the and my limbs were losing strength with every breath in he was going to fuck me dry. "That's enough gag him, its time". Matt put the amyl away, pushed my head down and slid his hard cock into my open my. "Relax your throat baby". His cock popped past my tonsils and continued to slide down. He reached down holding my neck positioning my head better as he forced the remaining inches into my throat. I thought he was trying to support and help me take it easier but realised too late that his grip on my neck and jaw stopped me from being able to close my mouth. With a strong thrust he forced the remaining inches into my throat and his low sweaty balls pressed against my face. "He's gagged, go for it". I couldn't see anything, but felt Rick press my thighs down exposing my hole. His toxic know pressed against it. With barely any sweat even to lube it he started pressing. "Time to bust the cherry" i heard him say. He pulled back and released the pressure. I had started to struggle with the lack of air. Everything was stripped from my mind as he slammed his cock against my hole. Tight as I was it tore and gave in. Sharp pain lanced through my body. But i couldn't feel his ablls against me. He wasn;t all the way in. pulling back a bit he slammed again, the grip of his unloved cock again made progress slow. Again and again he repeated the process. While att held his cock deep in my throat. Stars started to dance before my eyes. "Last two inches, should hit his second ring" I hear Rick say, "Hurry up, i think he's about to pass out and miss it" warned Matt. With one last final thrust with all the force generated by his kick boxing legs he forced the last twi inches in past my second ring. I felt a deep aching cramp like pain inside me. I don't think anyone had been this deep. Matt pulled back. I gasped, crying as i tried to get control of the pain. But my relief didn't last long as he thrust back down once again as Rick started hammering my hole. "He's bleeding, my cock is fucking red with his blood, nothing better than bleeding some pretty little neg" Rick stated, " Hows his throat?" "Fucking tight, I'm getting pretty close but i think he needs to breathe again" "Fuck him, just blow. If he passes out will make my job easier" Everything started to get blurry, the sounds, even the sweaty balls slapping my eyes started to lose focus. The pain in my ass continued, hard slapping of balls against my cheeks, and a wetness that seemed to spread from my ass and lubricate the intrusion of the monster fucking me. "Fuck yeah!" I heard Matt yell, I could feel hi pulsing in my throat and feel the motion as my body rocked on the tile plinth. Everything went black.....

5. Rod "Let's enjoy how good this can feel," I said. My balls were pressed against Jay's asshole, and my dickhead was buried deep in his guts. It was already dripping a steady stream of pre-cum into him. The boy had been hungry to get fucked, signaling it by grinding his fuzzy ass against my face, desperate for every bit of my tongue. I was happy that he had not mentioned pulling out, much less a condom. The only trick now was to get at least one load inside of him before he started to think about the implications of unsafe sex with a strange man. Or, perhaps he was one of the beautiful, naive boys that had become so wonderfully common over the past few years. Raised on a steady diet of bareback porn and little to no guidance on safer sex, they hardly even knew to ask about my status or for a condom. "Oh fuck," Jay groaned again, as my cock pushed a little deeper. Every inch of him was still virgin territory, a landscape of pleasure that I was going to get to explore, enjoy, and ultimately poison with my toxic loads. "You feel so good inside of me," he said. "Come here, boy." I wrapped my arms around his torso, and pulled him down. Up close, I could see his green eyes, framed by the black glasses he wore. He hadn't taken them off when we had gotten undressed; and it helped him seem a little older than the just-barely-eighteen that I feared he was. I didn't bother to take them off. Jay naturally sought out my mouth, and we enjoyed a deep intimate kiss. I allowed his tongue into my mouth and felt him explore it. "This feels so good," I said, in between our making out. "I'm so glad I can do this with you." It was shameless, but it didn't matter. I had paid dearly for the pleasure of his hole and there had been a premium for the privilege of pozzing him up. The last thing I wanted was for him to feel anything less than treasured by me. For the rest of the night, I would constantly remind him of the pleasure he was getting. Hopefully, he would remember this visceral, animal enjoyment of sex. Tomorrow, there would be an intellectual fear, of the risks he had taken, but by then, it would be too late. "Fuck, Rod. Your cock. Inside me," Jay said, as he pushed himself back up to ride my dick like an experienced slut. I needn't have worried about the G. He was flying on the G. It would further reduce the chances that Jay would ask about a condom. Of course, they were remote in the first place. Even I couldn't turn down the feeling of a thick raw cock in my hole, and I was mostly top. Jay on the other hand had all the makings of a true bottom. The lure of raw cock and fertile seed would be too hard for him to resist even sober, much less with the GHB further fueling his depraved needs. Any second thoughts I might have had about dosing Jay were quickly dissipating as he thrust his hole against my body, pushing my cock deeper into his body. He was riding me hard and fucking himself deep all at the same time. He was smiling, his eyes closed in the pleasure of having another man's cock deep in his hole. Of course, his dick was also betraying his base emotions. It was sticking straight up, hard with the slightest hint of pre-cum at the tip. I wanted Jay to have fun tonight. Not so much that I would pull out of him, but I wanted him to always associate tonight with pleasure. Of course, this was not entirely altruism on my part. I wanted Jay to associate pleasure with bareback sex. I wanted him to equate partying with gratification. I must have been staring at him, because when he finally opened his eyes again, he paused for a moment. "This is cool, right?" he asked. His voice quivered a bit; he was afraid the answer would be a no, and his moment of happiness would be shattered. "Hell yeah," I said, pushing my cock back inside of him. He gasped, his dick throbbed, and he clenched his muscles around my shaft. I could feel how much he needed a cock inside of him. "Feels so good to be inside you. To feel you like I really wanted to." "You wanted me?" he asked. He was at that age where every man was beautiful, but so few of them knew it. His innocence was charming and made my balls ache for the possibility to defile him. In between the waves of pleasure radiating out from my shaft, I remembered that I needed to cum inside of him. It was important that I did it before he began to wonder about getting fucked raw. The GHB I did would make it harder to cum, but this was a challenge that I relished. "Yeah," I said. "Fucking hot young man." "Thanks," he said. He blushed. "It's just..." "Your first time, right?" I asked. I already knew the answer; even if he had never said it out right, he had hinted at it. "Yeah," he said. "And?" I asked. "Do you like it? Getting fucked?" I reached out and grabbed his cock. It was shorter than me, maybe only six or seven inches, but it was still thick enough to have some weight. Plus, it was filled with blood. It was stiff, hard, and masculine. "Your dick says you like it." "Yeah," he said. "I do." He pushed his body against my hips, forcing my cock deeper into him. "It feels amazing. Like..." He trailed off, his eyes closing, as he got lost in the sensation of my dick sliding in and out of his ass. He didn't know it, but he had already lost everything that would be precious to him: his innocence and virginity, his health, and his sobriety. In addition to my cock deep in his hole and my toxic pre-cum leaking into him, the drugs were also coursing through his blood. Of course, this was just the beginning for Jay. There would be plenty more of everything for him later. He'd get more dick, more infected cum, and plenty more drugs to ease his transition from good boy to dirty whore. Just thinking about Jay getting used and degraded got my dick pulsing. There was the familiar tingle at the tip as my dirty fantasies and Jay's eager fucking pushed me closer and closer to the edge of orgasm. "You're enjoying it too, I think," Jay said. I smiled. "I am. It feels good to be inside you. I'm glad you are letting me share this experience with you." I pushed my cock deeper into Jay, eliciting a groan of pleasure from him. It was a low, deep, intense groan, enough for me to feel it in the center of my dick. I tried my best, but it was too much for me. My balls had already clenched up and were ready to unload. "Ohhhhh, fuuuuuuuuuck," he groaned again. It was another deep-shaft massage for me, and I stopped holding back. "Oh fuck, yes," I grunted. A volley of sperm coursed down the length of my shaft, and erupted into Jay. "Fuuuuuuuck," he continued, at the exact same moment my toxic sperm shot into his ass. He wouldn't be able to feel my orgasm, unless I let him know. But, it wasn't time to tell him I was cumming in him. At least not yet. It would come, hopefully after I had a chance to give him a second or even third load. "You feel so fucking good," I said, through clenched teeth, trying not to reveal my body-shaking orgasm. I was happy, because the young boy's hole had been anointed with another man's cum. Jay was just extraordinarily unlucky that my cum happened to be unmedicated, high-viral-load, dirty pozjuice. I slammed my cock back into Jay, shooting another jet of warm cream into his hole. "Oh fuck," Jay finally said. It was the same word, but a different tone of voice. He was back in control of himself, no longer giving himself over to the sexual beast that we had unleashed. "That is so fucking hot. Your cock. So hard. In my hole." "So hot and wet," I said, completing his sentence. "It's hard not to want to go all the way." "I know. I want to feel you cum inside me." I smiled, and nodded. He continued. "But I want to enjoy this ride a long, long time." "Don't worry boy," I said. "I'm good for several loads." "It just..." He stammered a bit, the sex demon was re-asserting itself. "so fucking hot to feel you inside me." He leaned down. A bit of my shaft pulled out of him, and my dickhead rubbed some of my sperm into his ass. "So...right," he said. "I know." My cock was throbbing as we talked and gently working my load into the boy. He had leaned all the way down, his face now only a few inches from mine. Even in the low light of the patio, I saw the familiar glazed look on his face. He was G'ed out, and every sensation would have dark, sexual overtones for him. It was a seductive sensation; he would spend the rest of his life chasing after this feeling. It was the feeling of being a little high and a lot horny, the horniness giving him permission to chase after pure pleasure. "I just...I just....want you." He bit his lip, trying to deny himself the pleasure he was feeling. "I want you in me. Just like this." I risked going a little further. "You like my pre-cum in you?" "Oh fuck yeah," Jay said. He pushed and forced more of my shaft back into his hole. "Oh yeah," he moaned, his eyes closing in pleasure. I stopped worrying. I had gotten the all-important first load into him. It counted for bragging rights; the next load and the ones that followed would just be practice, re-enforcing Jay's very first fuck. "You inside me. Your pre-cum dripping into me." I smiled. Aiden would be pleased at how Jay was turning out. He might have been a bit shy at first and uncertain about the possibilities of two males having fun together. But he was learning quickly and getting used to how good a dick up his ass could feel. He was fucking himself hard on my cock. "Fuck me, please, Rod. Fuck me hard. Fuck me deep. Just fucking fuck me," he grunted. I slammed my cock into him. If he kept this up, between the dirty talk and the tight fuzzy hole on my dick, I was going to cum a second time. "Please man. Give it to me. Give me that hard cock," Jay murmured. He was still pressed against me, his lips right against my ear. He was just whispering, but he was close enough for me to hear every desperate syllable. "Oh fuck, Rod. Don't take it out of me. Your fucking dick, Rod, it's inside me." He reached down between his legs and found the margin between us, where my cock stretched open his hole and entered his body. I felt his finger press against my shaft. He only succeeded in making me drip even more of my pre-cum into his hole. "Oh fuck Rod," he whispered. Jay's body was pressed against mine. He was shaking, but whether from fear, excitement, pleasure or a mixture of all three, I couldn't tell. I pulled him closer to me and his warm skin pressed against mine. He was clenching his hole tight around my cock as hard as he could, not wanting a single millimeter of my cock to slide out of him. "Relax boy. This can go on as long as you need it to," I whispered into his ear. His torso relaxed a bit, but his hole was just needy as before. "Please, Rod. Give it to me. Give me all of it." It was easy to convince myself that he wasn't talking just about my cock, but about everything that my cock stood for: the drugs I indulged in, the forbidden fantasies that I enacted, the money I traded for sex, and the virus that I transmitted with every load of cum. I gave him a long kiss. "I'll give you everything you've ever dreamt of." Of course, nightmares were also dreams. It wasn't my business to know Jay's nightmares; it was my business to act out my fantasies. "But just for now. For me." "Yes?" Jay asked, anticipating a request from me. "Just enjoy yourself. Just focus on the pleasure." "I want to you focus on the pleasure too, Rod. I want to make you happy." "Don't worry," I replied. "You're doing a fine job. A damn fine job making me happy." Something clicked for me at that moment. I remembered that I was paying for this. There was no obligation for me to do anything but enjoy myself. It was my time to be a selfish, greedy fucker, and to use Jay as the partied-up fucktoy that he was. "Oh fuck," I grunted, and pushed my dick further into Jay. I felt the spooge already up there slide past my dickhead. "Oh fuck, Rod. Keep it in me." Did he not know how hard it was not to understand his sex-crazed demands as anything other than begging to be pozzed up? "Give it to me." "Of course, Jay," I said. My cock went back into the depths of his hole. My engorged dickhead and thick shaft pressed my first gift deeper into Jay. Jay deserved it. He was still young and he would have many years of spreading the virus before he would succumb to the ravages of drugs and illness. I wanted my seed to spread, and Jay was the latest in a long line of vessels by which I would infect my entire world. "Fuck, that feels amazing," Jay groaned. "Fucking amazing." "You want more of it?" I said. Jay just nodded; he was gasping for breath in perfect synchrony with my strokes. "Come on," I continued. "Sit on it." I gently pushed him back up, where his body weight and gravity conspired to force even more of my shaft into his body. It was also very clear just how turned-on Jay was. His dick was sticking straight up, just as hard as my cock was. And, just like my cock, there was a bead of pre-cum at the tip. I ran my finger across it, then licked my finger. It tasted clean and fresh; there was no hint of the virus that contaminated my semen. At least, there was no hint yet. "Oh fuck," Jay moaned, as he settled down onto my cock. "So fucking big. So deep in me." "Just relax," I said. "Just enjoy the feeling of getting fucked. Of my cock deep inside of you." Jay closed his eyes, threw his head back, and grunted in pure pleasure. I wanted to spend all night fucking the boy. I wanted to massage my load into him, make sure that my seed found fertile soil to colonize and grow. But, Aiden would be out shortly to check on us, and he would more plans for Jay. It was a much higher fee to have exclusive use of a boy's hole, and I had yet to meet the boy that wasn't improved with the seed of several men soaking into him. I reached down and played with Jay's dick. The boy had a nice dick, a good length plus a thick, meaty shaft. He was still hard and was still dripping pre-cum. It made my own cock throb to think how turned-on Jay was, and how much he deserved several more loads in him. I would have to cum soon if I wanted one of those to be a second one from me. "Oh fuck Jay," I grunted, as he started to ride my cock, practically milking me for every drop of pre-cum I could give him. "Fucking ride that goddamn cock." "Oh fuck," Jay groaned again. Out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw the patio door slide open. But I didn't care; Edward threw these parties specifically for us to bareback whoever we wanted and get to breed their holes. Nailing an innocent neg boy on the balcony was not just tolerated, it was expected. "Oh hell yes," he grunted. He had either not seen what I had, or had ignored it. I pushed my dick against his hips, forcing myself deep into him. I held it there, just long enough to feel the familiar, wonderful tingle of an impending orgasm. Jay instinctively knew what to do, and began to rock to and fro on my dick, massaging me to the very edge of orgasm. "Oh god," I moaned. "This is fucking amazing." I stopped trying to hold back any longer. He was practically begging me to cum into him. He didn't care that I was poz. Or, rather, I knew he wouldn't care. He was high on G and his ass would be hungry like never before. The GHB had activated pathways of pleasure that had never been triggered before, and Jay was reveling in the infinitely familiar yet profoundly new sensations. He moaned, "Oh fuck. Give it to me please!" "Oh hell yeah," I grunted. "Oh Hell YEAH!" I turned my head to one side for a second, and I saw Aiden standing just behind Jay, where the young man couldn't see. He smiled at me and gave me a two-thumbs-up sign. Any lingering doubt about permission was erased; Jay's pimp had just given me clearance to seed the young man's hole. Now, all that mattered was getting off and filling Jay with my toxic seed. "Come on, Rod," Jay grunted, "Come on. Give me all of it." The tingle of orgasm had grown, and I was only seconds away from exploding in his ass for the second time tonight. In the quest to infect a boy, depth of seeding was important, as was the virulence and potency of the seed. But nothing really made up for sheer quantity. The more toxic seed I pumped into the whore-boy, the better his chances of getting infected. I pushed my dick as deep as I could and let my animal instincts take over. My balls pulled up, tightened, and a spurt of semen started to barrel down the length of my shaft. "OH HELL YEAH," I grunted, almost loud enough to penetrate the windows of the rooms around me. I didn't care. I was breeding a hot young stud, filling him with my pozcum, and there was nothing between us to protect him. "OH HELL YEAH," I repeated. A second spurt of cum shot down the length of my dick, and deep into Jay's hungry hole. "Oh god," Jay mumbled. "It feels so good." He was having trouble processing all the sensations that were colliding: his first time on GHB, the first night with another man, and certainly the first time getting fucked using cum as a lube. I wasn't surprised that he wasn't able to say much. It didn't matter. My dick was still dribbling my virulent seed into the boy, which was only making the feelings more intense. "I don't want to stop. "Oh yeah," I said. The initial intensity of the orgasm had been expended in launching my seed deep into Jay's ass. The furious urgency had been dealt with, and it was time to focus on my dick. I was rubbing my shaft against every inch of Jay's ass, and working my slime into the boy. "Oh fuck, this is nice," I said. "Hell yeah," Jay said. "It's so warm. So comfortable inside me." "It feels so good. How hot your hole is. How wet you are." "It's fucking hot." Jay relaxed his legs a bit, which only pushed my dick a bit further into him. "So hard." "And so deep," I said. "Nice show men," a voice suddenly said. "A very nice show." It was a new voice, one that had not been with us before. I turned to the side, and there was Aiden, less than an arm's breadth from us. Jay also turned to the sound of Aiden's voice. He turned so fast that my dick nearly fell out of him; only me holding onto his waist avoided that fate. "Oh fuck," he said, the tone was one of fear and uncertainty. "I'm sorry, man. I'm so fucking sorry." "What are you sorry for, Jay?" Aiden asked. He was now just wearing a pair of boxers, the light blue fabric was nearly a perfect match to his eyes. "I mean. Me. Your friend. This," Jay stammered. His asshole was clenched tight around my shaft; he might have been embarrassed by being discovered mid-fuck, but he wasn't going to give up my pole. "This is exactly how I had hoped it would turn out. You men enjoying each other. Each other's bodies." He turned to me. "How's it for you?" he asked. "Fucking amazing," I said. "That's what I like to hear," Aiden said. "Seems like you boys are getting along just fine. But you may want to join the party soon. Our friend Tina just showed up, and I'm sure Jay would enjoy meeting her." "I'm sure he would," I said. "Nor would I mind hanging out with her a bit." Jay looked confused, but I didn't care. I'd explain a bit later what Tina was, and show him just how good it could make him feel. "I'll leave you boys alone. Seems like you don't need much help having fun." "See you in a bit," I said. Jay was still clenched around my dick, not yet ready to give it up. I'd have to ease him into the idea of going back to the party. The one carrot I could dangle for him was the promise that he'd be fucked some more. "You want to take a break?" I asked. "See what the party's like?" "I just," he stammered. "I just like this so much." "I know," I said. "And there's plenty more time for this. Time to do it with me, if you want." He nodded. "I guess." He rocked back and forth on my shaft. I could feel the two loads squish back and forth. "Do you need to get off? I mean, do you want to cum?" I reached down and played with his cock. He was still hard and there was more pre-cum at the tip. I licked the pre-cum off my finger, savoring the sweet, innocent flavor. It was going to be one of the last times Jay could claim "innocent" as a description. The gathered guests would be hungry for a fresh piece of ass like Jay. "I already came," I said. "Twice." "Fuck," Jay said. He was quiet, but his ass stayed wrapped around my dick. "Fuck," he repeated. "I've never even cum in a girl's mouth." "And now you've got two loads from me in your ass." "I know," he said. He was still rocking back and forth on my cock. "Two loads. Inside me." His dick was hard in my hand. He was still trying to fathom what I had just told him, and what it meant for his future. "Fuck man." "You ok?" I asked. "Yeah," he grunted, almost more an animal sound than a human voice. "I am," he said. He was still rocking back and forth on my shaft, stimulating my dick and almost daring me to cum a third time. "Really good." "Let's go inside," I said. "I think you're going to enjoy this party. I think you're going to enjoy it a lot." "This is already been amazing," he said. I gently lifted him off my shaft. It came out clean and glossy, slicked down by my cum. "It's just," "Not what you expected?" I asked. He was a stranger in a very strange land indeed now, and I had to remember that. Jay was learning the norms of how men had sex, and it would be a many more nights like this before he had the same instincts as I did. "Yeah," Jay said. He leaned in and kissed me. "But, so hot. You inside me." "My load in you." "Two of your loads in me."

4. Jay "Learn how to breathe cock," Rod said. His hands were still at the back of head. He was holding me in place, making sure that every agonizing inch of his cock stayed in my throat. I struggled, trying to get used to the foreign object in my throat. Even worse, I realized I was embarrassed. It wasn't because I was on my knees, sucking another man's dick. That actually made me proud, to think that a real man like Rod wanted to feel me pleasuring his dick. No, it was because I wasn't doing a good job of sucking his dick. His cock wasn't massive nor was he pounding my throat. I should be able to handle this, but my body was rebelling, demanding such luxuries as an unobstructed airway and the oxygen it could bring. "Close your eyes," Rod said. His voice was deep and masculine, but not angry or harsh. "Relax," he continued. "Focus on dick. Feel how long it is. Feel how hard it is. You did this to me. You deserve to feel what you did. Feel my cock in your throat." As hard as it was to keep his cock in my throat, I didn't want to pull off. If I pulled off, even just the slightest bit, it would be a failure. I wanted to impress Rod with my talents, and I wasn't doing a good job of it right now. "Don't over think it," Rod continued. "Just focus on my dick." I tried as best as I could, but I couldn't keep from gagging. It was an awful feeling; the discomfort of Rod's cock lodged in my throat, plus the horrible feeling in my stomach that I had failed his man. I pulled back against Rod's grip on the back of my head. This was no longer about wants. I wanted to suck his cock. But I needed a respite from his throat fucking. I needed to breathe. Luckily, Rod understood my needs. He let me pull off his cock, and let me recover. The first thing I did was get a big lungful of oxygen. In the moment, even breathing hurt, as the air I was inhaling irritated my tender throat. I wasn't used to having a dick down there, least of all, a dick as hard as Rod's penis, and my throat was raw. The second thing I did was tell Rod I was sorry for not being able to fellate him properly. "I'm sorry," I said. "Sorry?" he asked. "Sorry for what boy?" "For not staying on your cock." "It's ok," he said. He stroked the side of my head, a gesture simultaneously comforting and controlling. I was in an uncomfortable place with him, somewhere between a human with free will and a possession, with no possibility of growth or change. "It's only what, your second cock?" I nodded in agreement. The time spent on Jack's cock in middle school seemed so long ago now. "It's perfectly natural. All you need is practice." "Yeah," I said, still embarrassed at my performance. I wondered about the other boys he had mentioned. Had they been better at pleasing him than I was. "Practice, I guess." "Just work on the head," Rod said. "Don't push yourself this time." He was looking down at me and his expression was one I had never seen before. It was a combination of a teacher, instructing a wayward student on the finer points; a father, caring for unruly child; and a lover, waiting for his partner to pleasure him. I had never realized how badly I needed someone like Rod in my life. I followed his instructions. I had no real choice, but that was a good thing. This entire night was full of new things: leaving my friends behind with someone I barely knew, taking the cocaine the stranger offered, making out with a different man, and now sucking his cock. But it all seemed inevitable and right, nor was I given much of choice in how things had worked out. But every choice felt like the correct one. Rod's cock was hard in my mouth, slowly dripping pre-cum front the slit at the tip of his dick. I was lapping up every drop. It had been years since I had last tasted it and I had not realized just how badly I wanted to taste it again. "You like that," Rod said. "Yeah," I replied. "I do." "That's good," Rod said. He put his hand back on my head. "Come with me," he said. "See if you can keep my dick in your mouth." I didn't understand what he was saying at first, but then he took a step backwards. I had to crawl on my knees to keep up with him. I glanced back at the window, where the party was continuing. The lights had been turned down a bit, so it was hard to discern any details, but I could make out the vague outlines of men milling around. I hoped that I was just as difficult to see if anyone happened to be looking out. I didn't want anyone to see my crawling after Rod, on my knees, with his dick nestled in my mouth. It was more than just embarrassing; it was humiliating. But, it was also a turn on. Any man could see what I would do for cock. At least what I would do for the right cock. Rod's cock was definitely the right cock; there was something about it that drew me to it, to want to lick it and savor every drop of his pre-cum. "Yeah," Rod said. "That's it. Just a few more steps," he said, and took another backward step. I had to put my hands down on the ground to stabilize myself and keep from scraping my knees. "Next time, I'll make sure you have some knee pads," he said. I looked up to see him smile at the thought. "You'd look good like that. A pair of boots, a pair of kneepads. Let a man know you mean business." He paused for a second, and pushed his dick a little deeper in my mouth. "Oh yeah," he said. "Just a few more steps now." The next three were easier. I knew what to expect, and I didn't lose my balance as easily. I also managed to avoid scraping my knees too badly. "And we're here," Rod said. He was backed up against a porch lounge chair. "I'm gonna sit down," he said. "You gonna keep my cock warm?" I nodded in agreement. He held my head again, making sure that I didn't lose his cock. From another man, it would have been weird, almost creepy. But from Rod, it was caring, tender act. He wanted both of us to be able to enjoy his cock. "That's it," he said, as he leaned back. "Fuck yeah, that's it." He pulled his head up, just enough to stare at me over his thick pecs and smooth stomach. "Think you can take all of it again?" I stared at his thick, long, hard cock, remembering what it felt like last time we had forced it deep into my throat. I had been helpless as Rod held the ultimate power over me. Even so, my dick throbbed at the opportunity to feel Rod inside me again. I nodded, albeit with some hesitation. "We'll go slow," Rod said, before adding "again." My stomach churned at the last word. "Again." Such a simple word, and yet, the way Rod said it, I knew for sure he was disappointed in me. "No," Rod answered, as if he was reading my mind. "It's a big cock. And you're still a young man." He grabbed his cock and shook it. Somewhat relieved, I leaned in just enough for the tip of Rod's cock to press against the back of my throat. It had not gotten any smaller; if anything, it was now thicker than the last time we had attempted to fuck my throat. "Oh yeah," Rod moaned, his dick dripping pre-cum once more. "That's what I need right now. Some great head by a hot young man." I just nodded; impaled on his dick, I couldn't do much else. I took a deep breath. It was likely my last breath for a while. Once his dick pressed into my throat, it would block my ability to inhale. But, as Rod pointed out, it was my job to learn how to breathe cock just as easily as I breathed air. Rod reached down and put his hand on the back of my head. "Come on boy," he said. "Make me happy and inhale my cock." He pulled down on my head, forcing his shaft into my throat. It was not as forceful as I feared, but there was a persistence that reminded me who was in control. Worse, my own cock twitched and dripped pre-cum as soon as Rod's manhood pushed into my throat. As impossible as it seemed, I was getting off on getting throat-fucked. "All the way, boy," Rod said. "No sense in you giving up when we are so close to our goal." It seemed like a perversion of language to talk about "we" and "our goal." I was forced to allow my throat to stretch around his dick and I had to fight back the natural instinct to gag. This was not about "us;" it was about his pleasure and his pleasure in using me. My brain knew that. My body knew that. My throat definitely knew that. But once more, it was my cock who was the traitor. It had never been harder and was throbbing in rhythm with Rod's slow strokes pushing ever deeper into my throat. "Ease Ser," I managed to gasp, losing a bit of precious air in the process. I wanted to tell him not to push so deep. But I realized how much of a betrayal that would be to him and how much I would be letting him down. It was my duty, privilege and honor to suck his manhood, and if he needed to be deep-throated, well, it was hardly my place to deny him that simple pleasure. "It's alright boy," he said, gently stroking my head, even as he held me in place skewered on his dick. "It's going to be difficult at first, but you'll learn." He smiled as he pulled me further down on his shaft. "Almost there," he said. I closed my eyes, trying to focus on his cock, even while doing my best to ignore how it was a foreign object practically choking me to death. "Just a little bit more," Rod said. "Barely an inch." I swallowed. He took the opportunity to push his shaft all the way into my throat. Once more, my chin was pressed against his balls and my nose was deep in his pubes. My dick reacted, throbbing and dripping even more pre-cum. "Looks like you're starting to enjoy this," he said. I opened my eyes again. Even though he was lying back on the lounge chair, he still managed to loom above me, reminding me exactly who was the dominant and who was the submissive. His eyes were closed, and he had a smile of utter pleasure. As much as I wanted to get him out of my throat, I couldn't deny him these simple pleasures. "Fuck boy, you're getting me close," he finally said, right as I thought I would pass out. I just nodded. If I tried to do anything else, I was going to start gagging, and I would have to pull off from Rod's beautiful cock. "Damn. We're gonna have to take a break," Rod said, and he pushed me off of his dick, until not even the head was still in my mouth. "Stand up," he said. "Turn around, bend over, and let me taste that sweet ass again." As he asked, I stood up, turned around, and bent over. I was reluctant to do it because it meant it would be that much harder for me to choke on his cock again. But, I remembered how good his tongue felt against my hole and how I had squirmed in pleasure as he explored my ass, so I reached back, and pulled my ass cheeks apart for him. "Oh yeah, boy," Rod said. He sat up; his face was now perfectly aligned with my hole. "This is going to be good." He leaned in and pressed his lips against my hole, giving me the most intimate kiss I had ever received. His tongue traced out the edges of my hole, occasionally darting deeper into me, teasing me with the potential for penetration. It took less than a minute of this before my hole was wet and slippery. It made it ever easier for him to push his tongue into me, which made even more relaxed. "Hold that ass for me," he said. "Keep it open for me." I pulled my cheeks further apart, and exposed all of my hole for him. "Oh, fuck that's beautiful," he said. He licked a finger, and starting to tease my hole with it. "Oh god," I moaned. "Fuck. That feels amazing." "You like?" Rod asked me. He pushed his finger into my hole. It was only the tip, but the spasms of pleasure spread out from my hole across my entire body. It wasn't just having my hole played with. I had done that before while jerking off, but it hadn't felt like this. There was a hunger inside of me, and I wanted more. "Oh god yes," I said. "Please?" I begged. It was ambiguous what I was asking for. If sucking cock was the start of my journey, his finger buried in my ass was the half-way point. It was now easier to go all the way, than to stop, turn around, and give up all the pleasures I had enjoyed so far. "Fuck me." I had never had a cock up there before, and had never thought one would ever find its way up there. "Fuck me." But tonight, being with this very hot, yet still so unfamiliar daddy, things were different. I was with this hot, horny daddy who so clearly needed to unload and the outcome of the complex calculations I had done so many years earlier suddenly changed. "Fuck me hard," I repeated for the third time. "You sure boy?" Rod asked. He pressed his finger into my hole, opening me up and making me even more hungry for him. "It's your first time, right?" "I'm sure. There's always a first time. And I want it to be with you." More of his finger pushed into my hole. Even though I couldn't see it, I imagined how hungry my hole must appear, almost sucking his finger into me. Rod pulled his finger out. He took his time, slowly enough that I felt his knuckles rub over my prostate. It was slow enough that a slow anxiety built up, due to an irrational fear I'd never get to feel Rod inside me again. But before it became a full-fledged panic attack, Rod leaned in and kissed my hole. His tongue probed in, lubricating my hole for what would inevitably penetrate me. "Just fuck me," I said. "Don't worry boy. It's coming," Rod said. He returned to licking my asshole, getting it wet and sloppy. Despite my innocence, I understood that if I were to take Rod's thick shaft, I would need his help. Even if it wasn't what I was craving it still felt damn good, and I forced myself to enjoy the pleasure. "We just need to get you ready." "Please, Rod. I want it." My entire body was shaking, and even in the cool evening air, I found myself sweating. "Please, Rod, I need it." The shaking was getting worse, and my anxiety began to rise again. Rod suddenly wrapped his arms around my waist, and pressed his tongue deep into my hole. "Relax boy," he said, his voice muffled by my muscular butt. "It's alright. I'm here. You're ok." He ran his tongue around my hole. "It's the G you're feeling. It's going to be good." He administered another kiss, and it only made the excitement worse. "Focus on the pleasure. Focus on your hole." He ran his tongue against my hole. "Breathe deep and just focus on the good things. Focus on my tongue in your hole." I did as I was instructed, focusing just on the feeling of Rod's tongue gently probing my asshole and opening me up. I was still shaking, but at least it helped reduce the anxiety. The rimjob felt good. It was a kind of pleasure I had never felt before, and it was so easy to get lost in it. "You want my cock in your hole?" Rod asked. He pressed his tongue back into my hole. Even though I had no idea what it was going to feel like when Rod fucked me, I still nodded enthusiastically. I had reached a point where I put my trust completely in Rod. If he thought it was best to fuck me, then I was going to get fucked. It didn't hurt that his teasing of my hole had gotten me totally aroused, and broken down the last of my inhibitions. "You've got a sweet hole," Rod said. "I can't wait to get into you." He pressed his tongue into me one last time, then pulled his face out of my crack. "Let's do this," he said. "Straddle me." He laid down on the lounger, his dick now sticking straight up. Awkwardly, I climbed on top of him with my feet on either side of his torso. It was hard to control my muscles; I wondered how long I'd be able to command my legs to do anything. Nevertheless, I bent down so my ass was right over his shaft. "Like this?" I asked. "Exactly," he said. He put his hands on my waist, supporting me. "Are you ready?" "I think I am." "Good," Rod said. My ass was hanging in air and his dick was pressing up against my hole. We were not yet fucking; it would take only the slightest movement by one of us to change that. "Let's go slow. Just lower yourself, and let my cock slide into you." I relaxed my tense quadriceps, and my ass pressed down on his hard shaft. There was a brief moment where the tensions and stresses built up, but they were quickly released when Rod's dickhead pressed into my hole. "Oh god," I moaned. It was a sensation unlike any I had felt before. I was being fucked up the ass. But it wasn't a bad feeling. It reminded me of a dream, where I discovered a new room in my house. This was a new kind of pleasure and it was a pleasure I wasn't going to be able to easily give up. "Oh god," I grunted again, as more of Rod's shaft entered my no-longer-virgin hole. "Just relax," Rod said. "You can do this. You can take all of me." He was still holding my waist, still slowly guiding me down his manhood. "And it feels so good, doesn't it?" I had to nod. Rod's dick inside my hole felt like nothing else I had experienced, not even having to deep throat his cock. Rod's shaft was filling me up and in the process, I learned that I had parts of me that I had no idea had ever been empty. "It's fucking amazing," I said. It wasn't all pleasure. Rod's dick was thick, and I felt my hole protesting at being stretched open so quickly. "You're so big," I grunted, as I tried to relax enough to allow him in me. "Just relax. Focus on what feels good. Focus on my dick." He held me in place, not letting me slide any further down his shaft. "You're about half way. You think you can take the rest of it?" I nodded. There was no other answer I could give him. Of course, I was going to take his entire cock. This was my first time getting fucked up the ass, and I was going to make it memorable pounding. Besides, I had already disappointed Rod enough already with my inability to deep-throat him properly. I didn't want to give him any more reasons to discard me. "I do," I said, still a bit unsure of what I had just committed myself to doing. "We're going to go slow," Rod said. "Let you get used to it." He smiled, but it was an evil grin. "And then finish with a proper pounding that will leave you walking funny for a week." "Right on," I said. "Relax your legs," Rod continued. "Just let your weight impale you on my cock." I did as I was told, relaxing my legs muscles even more than before. Rod was ready for me, and eased my way down his shaft. "Oh fuck," I grunted, a combination of pain and pleasure. The penetration was intense. "Being fucked" had been an abstract concept until now. I understood how violating it was, to have another man's penis in my ass. But I also understood how essential it was. I needed to be fucked like this all the time. "Just give it to me. Give me all of your dick." "If you insist," Rod said. He was smiling when he said it. I was still young and naive. I had no idea what I just asked for, but he did. "You sure?" he asked again. I was scared about what I had just asked for, but more scared of the alternative. My world revolved around Rod's cock. "Yeah," I said. "I am." "Good," he said. He grabbed my waist tightly and held me in place. "I want this too." He thrust his hips upwards, forcing his rock-hard rod deep into my body. "Oh my god," I yelped, the pain racking my body and the pleasure radiating outwards in subsequent waves of raw sensation. "Oh fuck, that's intense." "You did it," Rod said. "You took my entire dick." I felt his pubes brush against my ass. I reached behind me, and felt the boundary between my hole and his cock. It was slippery with his spit and precum. "Oh god," I repeated again. There were so many new feelings and sensations it was hard to process all of them in any coherent fashion. "Don't think," Rod said. He understood my predicament intuitively, and his guidance was spot-on. "Just enjoy it. It's your first time. It's my first time with you." He pushed his dick a little deeper into me and another cascade of pleasure enveloped my body. "Just let me fuck you," he said. "Let's enjoy how good this can feel."

Thanks for the feedback guys. Here's the next chapter. Jay ------- The next morning I woke up to the pressure of Ben fucking me from behind, and knew that his cock had probably been buried inside all night as we were still in the same position. It felt really good to start the day like this, and I was quite happy that he was taking his time. Still, all good things must come to an end, and he eventually filled me with his load. What surprised me this time though was that he nuzzled his face into my neck afterwards, letting his cock soften inside me before he eventually pulled out and got up. The guys were actually quite cool at breakfast, treating me like normal with none of the weirdness from the day before. I guess with the cat out of the bag and their cum up my arse, there didn’t need to be any pretences. We all chatted about the final day of the project and what we needed to achieve, before setting off for the client’s offices to get started. It was another heck of a day, and by the evening none of us really felt like going out drinking again. Instead we went back to the hotel and had some bar food with a drink, before heading upstairs. This time Mitch and Rob just came straight to our room, and it wasn’t long before I was filled with cock again. No-one had as much energy as the night before so I only got two loads from each of them, and then of course Ben’s cock up my hole for the night once again. In the morning he chose to breed me in the shower before we packed up our things, went down for breakfast and then checked out. We did a few more hours at the client’s offices, and then headed to the airport. Rob and Mitch were both going to Gatwick and departed an hour the Heathrow flight Ben and I were on, so the two of us had a bit of time to kill. In the past that would have meant some shopping, maybe a coffee, probably a bit of watching the planes through the window, but it may not come as a surprise that on this occasion I instead found myself kneeling on the seat of a toilet, trousers hung on the door, and Ben’s cock up inside my hole again. It was quite a turn-on to be getting fucked while other guys used the urinals and lavatories around us, even if it did mean that Ben had to keep stopping his deep thrusting and instead switch to very gentle movements in and out so that we would not be heard. On the flight home I tried to relax a bit, not moving too much so as not to dislodge the wad of tissues shoved in my hole to keep Ben’s cum inside. He had made it clear he wanted to bookend the flight by using me again in the loos at Heathrow, and it would be a lot easier to get inside me without any unwanted squeals of pain if I was already lubed with his load. Hoping that no-one could smell what was inside me I did my best to act normal on the plane, but my levels of paranoia were raised somewhat as one of the male flight attendants kept glancing at me as he passed. I think I even saw him smirk at one point. Sure enough, the toilets at the far end of the baggage hall saw what may have been their first male-on-male breeding after we landed, with Ben thrusting me up against the wall in one of the wider disabled-access cubicles and ramming me senseless. Once he’d bred me for the umpteenth time he cleaned himself up, stuffed the tissues back into my crevice, and then made for the door. “See you in the office” he said with a wink, before ducking out. I dived for the door and re-locked it, then got myself sorted out. With a combination of tissues, spit and some water from the bottle I’d bought at Barcelona Airport, I managed to get my rear end cleaned out so that I had the best chance of not accidentally revealing to Rachel what had happened to me when I got home. Satisfied that both my body and my clothes were clear of any evidence, I then made my own way out of the bathroom, through customs and onwards to the tube. ------- To say things had been awkward at home is putting it mildly. I thought I’d be fine, but in truth I could barely make eye contact with Rachel all evening and she eventually went off to bed without me in a huff. Maybe she suspected I had been up to something while away in Barcelona, but I would bet my life that she would never have guessed just what that something actually was. I knew she was awake when I finally joined her in bed later on, as no-one who is asleep can turn their back on their partner so angrily. I tried my best the next morning and I think managed to make up for the night before, coming up with some cock-and-bull story about things not going so well in Barcelona and being a bit stressed about what that may mean for me back at the firm. Not sure she bought it, but it was enough to enable her to say ‘goodbye’ as she set off for work. I then tried to gather my shit before heading out the door too. Things seemed normal in the office, and my scrutiny of everything that was said to me, how people looked at me, jokes I heard being told elsewhere etc. gave me some solace as it would appear the other three hadn’t said anything to anyone else. Ben and Mitch were both wrapped up in meetings most of the morning so I didn’t see them, whilst Rob gave up nothing when he talked to me briefly. It was almost like it had never happened, until he gave a quick wink before walking off when we had met at the coffee station. I was just starting to think of going for lunch when I saw a group of men and women come out of the biggest conference room at the other end of the office. Ben and Mitch were amongst them, and I watched as everyone chatted for a bit before dispersing. Eventually Ben was striding down the office towards me, and I looked down to avoid eye contact. However, when he stopped next to my desk I had no choice but to look up at him. “Jake, come have lunch with me” he said, smiling. “I want to catch up on where we left things with Barcelona.” I stared up at him for a moment and then nodded. I locked my computer, grabbed my bag from under the table and then stood up and followed him as he walked towards the lift lobby. As we went through the doors to the lifts I finally spoke. “Are we really going to lunch?” He smiled and turned his head. “Of course not.” With that, he walked past the lifts and opened the door into the stairwell. He then started bounding up the stairs, and I hurried after him. We went up three floors, well into the unoccupied part of the building. “This should do” he said, going through one of the doors to where the toilets were. He then opened the door to the disabled toilet, holding it open for me to go in. He then followed me in, closing the door and putting the latch down to lock it. “There” he said, smiling, “now the only people who should disturb us are the ones I’ve invited to come and join us.” “H-h-how many?” I stammered. “We’ll see” he replied. “Mitch and Rob, obviously. Plus my boss.” “Gavin’s going to fuck me?!” I squealed. “Probably” he said, smirking, “or he might just want a blowjob.” I gaped at him, then looked down at the floor suddenly realising what my life was going to become. “Let’s get started” Ben eventually said. “Get your clothes off and hang them on the door. You’ve got a meeting at three and I don’t want you covered in cum.” I complied, realising that he’d planned this out to the extent of even checking when I needed to be back at my desk. Lunch was normally only 45 minutes, but as he’d made a show of saying we were going to be discussing the Barcelona project he could basically keep me here as long as he wanted. Once I was down to my underpants, I waited for my next instruction. “Good” he said, eyeing me up and down. “Now, tell me what you want.” “I’m sorry?” “Tell me what you want.” “Oh” I said. “Oh, right. Er, well, sir, I want you to fuck me.” “Good boy” he said, now smiling. “But first I think you should get me ready.” He then held his dick and looked down at it. Knowing what was required, I dropped to my knees, shuffled forward on the cold tiles and started to lick and suck his cock. I kept this up until he was breathing deeply, and then I decided to take a bit of control of the situation. I stood up, and looked up at him. “You’re ready” I said. “Please fuck me.” He smirked, and then spun me round. I bent over the toilet, rested my hands on the closed lid, and waited. He then suddenly appeared next to me, and bent over to retrieve a bottle that was hidden down the side of the toilet. Oh my god, he had planned this out so much he’d even stashed some lube here earlier. He disappeared from view, and I heard the squirting sound as he applied some to his fingers. A second later I flinched as I felt the coldness against my arse, and he then pushed a lubed finger in. Initially I was pleased that he was going to open me up, but then the finger was suddenly removed and he took up position behind me. Oh well, this was going to be a bit of a rough entry. He firmly pushed himself inside of me, and then slid the entire length in. It hurt, there’s no denying that, but I also felt a wave of euphoria sweep over me as I was penetrated again. “There you go boy” he said rather gruffly, holding still once fully buried, “now you’re back where you should be.” He then started to fuck, thrusting in and out of my hole as I relaxed into it and loosened up. His pounding was steady and felt fucking awesome, but after a while we were interrupted by what seemed to be a coded knock on the door. He swiftly yanked his cock from me, stepped back and flipped the latch on the door, and then returned to his position and rammed back inside of me as the door was opened. With my back to the door I couldn’t see who had come in, but from the steps and shuffling it was definitely more than one person. For some reason I chose not to look around, continuing to stare in front of me as Ben’s cock sawed away inside my guts. He eventually sped up, grunted loudly and blew his load, filling me with a huge quantity of his seed. He got his breath back and then withdrew, and in a matter of seconds I felt another cock being pushed in. Once again I was fucked, but this time I didn’t know who by even though it probably had to be Mitch, Rob or our department’s head, Gavin. I tried to decide if I thought the rock hard cock barrelling away inside me was familiar or not, but wasn’t sure. In just a few minutes the guy inside me blew his load and bred me, and then another stepped up. During that fuck there was another coded knock at the door, but this time I couldn’t tell if just one person had come in or more than that. It occurred to me that Ben had left it rather open as to whether it was just going to be him and the three others he mentioned breeding me that day, so it was quite possible some other guys were there. Despite my curiosity peaking, I still didn’t look round. In all, I was fucked seven times and took all of their loads up my arse. Then, when I sensed it was over, I straightened up and breathed deeply, feeling the cum running down my legs. I then slowly turned around to see who else was in the rather crowded disabled loo with me. Ben. Mitch. Rob. Yep, Gavin was there. Fuck. But who the hell were the other three? “Thanks mate” one of the strangers said, smiling at me. Whoever he was, he was cute. Man, I was thinking a guy was cute. “He doesn’t need to be thanked” said Ben, rather sternly. “Isn’t that right boy?” I blinked at him, before nodding. “Yes sir” I said, before looking round the room. “Thank you for breeding me.” “Good boy” said Ben. With that, the others all started to file out of the toilet and make their way back downstairs. When they were gone, Ben locked the door again and turned back to me. “Get yourself cleaned up” he said, with a much gentler tone than before, “and then you can go.” “Thank you” I said, before adding “sir.” He smiled at me, and then started to grab some paper towels from the dispenser. I set about getting the loads wiped out of my arse, and also cleaned up my legs given the stream of sticky cum that had run down them. Once washed and dried I got dressed again, and then hoisted my bag off the floor. “Right” Ben said, opening up the door, “let’s eat.” I was a bit dumbfounded, until he made his way through the door on to the dark, unoccupied office floor rather than heading back down the stairs. He walked to the kitchen area, where I was surprised to see some M&S sandwiches, crisps and drinks sitting out. Man, he had really planned this well. We hurriedly ate the food he had dropped off this morning, not saying anything to each other but exchanging occasional looks and smiles. Ben started wandering around the floor as he ate, taking in the view from three storeys further up the tower, and I eventually did the same. When we were done with our food Ben carefully gathered up the packaging and put it into the plastic bag he’d brought it in, and then we made our way back downstairs to resume our work for the afternoon.

I don't think it's right to stealth HIV on anyone. Yes, if you're barebacking, and I do, then you should know that one of these times you will get stealthed, it comes with the territory. But I'd like to be told someone is poz and then let me decide if I want his cum inside me. My b/f is poz, UD and has been fucking me raw for two years. If he wasn't UD, I"d still take his raw loads and that would be my choosing, not someone stealthing me for kicks.

I can't speak for anyone else here, but I don't think it's morally okay, especially when it comes to the health of another person. The real question though is whether Breeding Zone is the most appropriate place to contemplate about society's or one's own moral standards.

Part XIV There I was, on the floor, too drunk to hardly move, someone pulling on my arm trying to drag me into that room, a guy trying to close the door and pushing me to go in, and two buddies trying to drag me back away from that room. I kind of glanced up to see who had ahold of my arm and think it looked like my bud from the parade. My two buddies each had a leg and trying to pull me away from there. Kind of a turmoil there for bit and with them pulling my legs my pants were starting to slip down and I could feel the cool floor on my bare ass. Then, one of my buddies yelled at the door guy to let me go as I was just there to support them and was straight. He yelped and let go and my buddies were able to drag me away from the door finally. My arm came free and the door closed and my buddies both went over backwards and we ended in a pile with my pants clear to my knees and me on my face and one buddy on top of me. They were both laughing hard now and trying to get untangled and then laughing more as they realized my pants were down and the one buddy was laying on top of me with his hard cock pushing the material of his pants against my crack. We finally got untangled and they had to help me up and help pull my pants up. They both were smirking at me and I asked what was up. They both laughed some more and told me it looked like me as I had a hell of a hard on then. They finally got me back to our table. We sat down and I was basically just sitting there in a stupor. They were talking about their experiences in that room. Then one of them remembered that when they had come out our parade bud had his hand down the back of my pants. He started questioning me about how the hell that had happened? Being so far gone I was at a loss as to what to say mostly. Then finally admitted that, I had been drunk as hell at that parade and somehow how been fucked by him there. I didn't say anything about all of the others though. They both started laughing then again and next thing I knew I was drinking another mixed drink without realizing it. My buddies were pretty much blown away finding out I had been fucked at the parade. They really started kidding me about that and then were wondering how I had not been pozzed from it. I told them the real reason for the trip to the hospital then had been to get PEP. When they had got tested, I had also and came back neg when they came back poz. That started more laughing and joking. Pretty soon I said I had to pee bad. I found I was still way too drunk to get up though and both buddies helped me up and walked me to the toilet. We soon found out I was too drunk to get my damn dick out too starting more drunken laughter. They then steered me from the urinal to the handicapped stall to help me get it out. This let them drop my pants and they went clear to my ankles. My dick was out though but I had to lean over and put both hands on the wall to hold myself up as I started to pee. I was vaguely aware that my buds were talking about my ass. They both agreed that it sure looked good for a little bit older guy than they were. As I finally got the pee started, one of my buds reached out and surprised me by squeezing my ass and telling me it was no wonder that I got fucked at the parade as it felt great as well as looked great. Before I realized it he had ahold of my hips and I felt what appeared to be is hard bare cock against my ass crack. He told the other bud, that yep, it sure did feel good too. I was just aware that his cock was hard as a rock too and felt something wet as he slid it up and down my crack. Later, found out it was his precum and he produce a lot of that and had my crack really lubed from that. Then, just as I was finishing peeing, I felt the head of his cock at my hole and he was pushing. Pop, and his cock head went into my ass and then he shoved the whole thing in with one last shove. I almost went down and probably would have if he hadn't had a good grip on my hips. I mumbled something about what the hell are you doing? Was pretty incoherent really. He told me to hang on he couldn't resist and started to plow the hell out of my hole then. Good thing he had a good grip on me as I could not have stood up without it. He rammed the hell out of me with long deep hard strokes. He must have really been turned on as it couldn't have been more than 5 minutes and he jammed his cock home as deep as he could and leaned over me and told me he was cumming and filling me up good with his poz cum. I could only moan. My bud wiggled his cock around in my hole a bit and then pulled out as his cock was going down. Before I could move, the other buddy stepped behind me and holding me upright also, rammed his hard cock in me all the way in one thrust. He immediately went into overdrive and pounded my ass relentlessly hard. He again, did not last more than 5 minutes and as he rammed his cock home and started to pulse as his cum flooded my ass. He leaned over me and told me he hoped I enjoye their two loads of poz cum in my hole. As he did this I felt my own cock explode as I was cumming too.

Part 2 My Son layed there on the dirty couch, breathing deep, in shock from his daddy raping his little cunt, piss and cum leaking out and down his balls. "Get in the bathroom and drain yourself!" I commanded, kicking him off the couch. He scrambled off the couch and down the tall to the toilet, wiping off his tear stained cheeks. "AND NO CRYING! Jesus Christ, I'm not going to tolerate your sissy emo shit!" I hollard after him. "And hurry your ass back in here! Daddy's not through busting your pussy yet!" He moved quickly from the bathroom back to the couch and sat down, cowering a bit. It was good he was afraid of me. It would be easier to control him. I handed him a fresh pipe and lit it, watching him inhale the thick white smoke. This time I hit it as well, passing it back and forth between us. When it was gone, I took the baggie and put some crytals on the back of my hand and snorted them, enjoying the burn in the back of my throat. Standing up to turn on the camera, I pushed him back on the couch. "Show me your pussy boy!" I instructed my new whore. He obediently grabbed his ankles, showing me the still red and oozing hole. I enjoyed seeing my son spreading for daddy. Taking the baggie I licked my fingers and stuck it in, coating it with powder, and rammed my fingers in his red gash. He moaned as his hole started to burn, the need to be fucked taking over his being. I finger fucked him, making sure to rub his anal ring, grinding the crystals into his tissue. His hole started sucking my finger as he started to spin more. I moved between his thighs, throwing his ankles over my shoulders. Looking down, I stared into eyes that looked just like mine and said, "Tell daddy what you want. Tell daddy you want his cock in your pussy. Beg me to fuck you." "Please daddy," he panted, breathing shallow, "please fuck me. Please give me your cock." I rammed my cock into his cunt while I slapped his face hard, eliciting a loud wail from him. "Take it bitch! Take Daddy's fuck!" I yelled while I slapped him over and over. Fresh tears streamed down his face as I beat him. His pain only turned me on more. I grabbed his ankles and pushed all my weight down on him, burying my cock as deep as I could. Fresh redness covered my cock as I plunged it in and out of his gripping hole. That too just spurred me on more, and I rode him as hard as I could while I spit on his face. " Tell me son!" I demanded, "Tell me what you want! Tell me what you are! Tell me who owns your cunt!" "You do Daddy!" He blurted out. "I do what?" "You own my cunt Daddy! Oh God! Fuck me Daddy! FUCK ME!" "What are you son?" "I'm your whore, Daddy." "Louder!" "I'm Your Whore Daddy!" "LOUDER!" I demanded, slapping him and spitting in his face. "I'M YOUR WHORE DADDY! I'M YOUR WHORE! Oh God, FUCK ME!!!" Fuck him I did! Mercilessly for at least 30 minutes, never letting up, pounding his boycunt as hard as I could. Finally I blew a second load in his cunt bellowing "Take it whore! Take your Daddy's cum again! This is what you were made for! To take real mens seed deep in you!" I collapsed on him, our sweating bodies breathing deep and hard. I lay there on top of him, my mind spinning, knowing I had claimed him as my property. I pulled out my son and stood up, spitting on him one last time. "Go get in the shower slut. We have to go see my dealer and your going to earn me some more T." I watched him stumble down the hallway, cum and blood running down his thighs. I just laughed knowing what he was in for shortly.

i have never partied before, but I sure wish I could find a guy like this to introduce me...