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At long, long, long last … Part 4. (First: Sincere apologies for the delay). The story has not developed exactly the way I had planned out, but I think will still reach the original ending (more or less). The next part is almost done (just some proofreading) and I hope to have the final chapter up by Monday. I hope you enjoy. ————— PART 4: LEARNING TO SERVE Ryan thought about calling Jared again but, well, what was the point? It had been four days since the night at the sauna and Jared had not responded to calls, voicemails, or texts. He knew his friend was ok — a mutual acquaintance reported seeing him in class — but Jared was being an asshole and giving him the silent treatment. Fine. Fuck it He had wanted Jared to stop being so clingy for years. Now he had his wish. Who cares? So why did he feel so shit about it? The club was dead tonight, but it was a weeknight so he wasn’t sure what he had expected. Well… What he expected, of course, was getting fucked. Or… hoped for it at least. He hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it since the night in the sauna. The problem was that he was hanging out in a club that attracted people who looked like him. And who, if they were looking for sex at all, were not looking to top. He had heard some guys referring to it as a “twink” bar. And it was true. It was brightly lit, house music blaring, and, if he had to put a word on it, “safe”. And boring. The few guys here were all slim, pretty, and raging queens. Definitely not his type. Not at all. Again he thought back to the night at the sauna, to the three chavs who had taken turns on his ass. He tried, not quite successfully, to block out the memory of the fourth man. The man who had found him sleeping. Not for the first time he asked himself how he felt about it. Had he enjoyed the sex? Did it matter that the guy wasn’t really attractive? Best not to think about it. Enough. He needed to try somewhere new or end up wanking alone in the dorm. Again. He finished his drink and headed to the door. It was only a short walk to the bar he was looking for: “The Bird of Prey”. And the men here were much more his type: at least a couple years older than himself (most significantly older), less obsessed with being “pretty”, more confident, and definitely more “dangerous”. He had been here before. Well, he had been outside. Like now. Wanting to go in…but nervous as well. This bar seemed more real. Grittier. Sexier. It made the club he had just left feel like training wheels for gays. “They would eat you alive, boy.” A voice said behind him. Ryan jumped. Literally. Jumped. He was glad the street was dark so the stranger couldn’t see him blush. “Sorry… didn’t mean to scare you.” Ryan turned to face the man behind him. The man didn’t quite tower above him, but something about his presence made Ryan feel small. But he was stunning: the chocolate colour skin, the well trimmed beard, the close cropped black hair, the muscled body not even remotely hidden by the leather jacket. “You didn’t scare me.” Ryan lied. Trying to sound confident although his voice betrayed him. “And I was just about to go in.” “Well, if you’re sure… let’s go in together. Let me buy you a drink... and I’ll protect you from these vultures.” The man put his arm around Ryan’s shoulder and guided him toward to the door to the bar. “I’m Carl by the way.” “I’m Ryan. Nice to meet you.” Ryan hoped his smile wasn’t too goofy. This guy was hot and he loved the feel of that hard body against his. The bar was packed with men of all types and ages: from lean builds, to muscle, to heavyset. From Ryan’s age to pensioners. But even the guys his own age seemed older. There was nothing “twinkish” about them. Nothing remotely innocent in those eyes. Hot! Some men were in leather, others in rubber, some in street clothes, and some in gear that Ryan didn’t have a name for. Some were covered head to toe, others bare chested. The room was steamy from all the men and Carl slid his jacket off. His body was every bit as fit as Ryan had expected. And more so. His pecs pulled the shirt tight at his chest before his body tapered down to a lean and tight waist. Tattoo’s covered both arms... very toned and muscular arms. Carl led Ryan to the bar and ordered a beer for himself and, without asking, a whisky and coke for Ryan. And two shots of something… strong. Ryan could barely choke it down but he wanted to look cool so he forced himself to do it. The whisky and coke went down much easier, however, and before Ryan knew it he was already on his second. And feeling very warm and buzzed. When Carl’s hand slipped down to cup his ass, Ryan happily allowed himself to be pulled into an embrace. A kiss. And the demanding tongue into his mouth. — MEANWHILE — Jared leaned into Hal as they approached Hal’s apartment. At times Hal could be so… controlling. The arm around Jared’s shoulders sometimes seemed as much like a way to restrain him as it was a sign of affection. And yet, while he might not admit it, Jared liked the feeling. The feeling of being protected, guided, controlled. Surrendering just a bit to the dominant man. So he didn’t argue or complain. It was something else that had him feeling nervous. Their date this evening had been wonderful and the restaurant had been so romantic. But then at times Hal would turn cruel with a vicious comment or correcting something Jared said or did. He didn’t know what to expect from minute to minute. When they reached the apartment, Hal gave Jared a little pat on the butt. “Go grab me a beer out of the fridge. And make yourself a drink the way I taught you.” Jared grimaced. He still felt guilty every time he drank alcohol. It was a sin... but Hal would get upset if he didn’t. And he wanted to make Hal happy. If Hal was happy he might make love to him again. It had been painful but he had felt so... empty... since he had given his virginity. He wanted to feel his lover inside again. When he brought back the beer, Hal had his shoes off and his feet on the sofa. Jared handed over the beer and wondered where he should sit. “Here, sit down next to the sofa for now. My feet are aching and I need to put them up for a bit.” Jared sat on the floor where Hal had indicated, near Hal’s uncovered feet. He dutifully sipped at his drink. “Why don’t you rub my feet a bit. Maybe that’ll make them feel better.” “Um... ok.” Jared ran his hand along the big feet, unsure what to do. He had never been asked to rub someone’s feet before. “Not like that, damn it. Use your fucking thumbs on the arches like this.” He demonstrated what he expected in the air. “Sorry, Hal.” Jared tried to replicate the motion. “Is that better?” “Yeah. That’s nice. You keep doing that and you are going to get me hard.” Jared redoubled his efforts. “Now your getting into it. So... you like my feet?” “They are so big. Just like all of you.” Jared replied, blushing. “Why don’t you give them a kiss? Show me how much you really like them.” Jared was hesitant but shifted in his position on the floor and placed his lips on the top of Hal’s foot. The feet didn’t smell bad, he decided, perhaps just a bit sweaty. In fact, they smelled so “Hal-like” that Jared found himself enjoying it. “Good boy.” Hal purred. “Look what you are doing to me.” Jared turned and his eyes settled on Hal’s fingers caressing a growing bulge in his jeans. That almost ever-present emptiness in Jared’s butt seemed to quiver in anticipation. “Why don’t you give my foot a little lick. Show me what you want to do for my cock.” There was something sharp in Hal’s voice that Jared couldn’t understand. And something in himself that was so excited by it. He was turning a corner. He knew it. He was finding something new about himself. Something that he couldn’t understand. Or maybe just wasn’t ready or willing to understand yet. His tongue slowly flicked out and caressed the sole of Hal’s big foot. It tasted so good! He licked again. And again. “Fuck yeah. Do my other foot, boy.” Hal had his cock out now, slowly stroking. “You look so good on your knees like that.” Jared just moaned in reply. Unwilling to remove his mouth long enough to actually talk. — MEANWHILE — Ryan gagged. Snot and mucous flowed from his nose and mouth. He was barely aware of the crowd gathered around the two of them in the dark corner of The Bird of Prey’s back room. Carl’s strong hands held his head firmly in place while driving his cock into Ryan’s throat. Ryan had jacked off to “skullfuck” videos but he was finding the reality a lot more traumatic. And he wasn’t sure if all the alcohol was helping or making it worse. The grip on his head tightened. Ryan felt, rather than heard, Carl’s moans and groans. The big cock expanded and spasmed. And Carl unleashed his load deep in Ryan’s throat. After a moment, Carl pulled back, freeing Ryan to breathe but leaving the tip of his dick in Ryan’s mouth. His hands still firmly holding Ryan’s head in place. Ryan stayed on his knees, looking up at Carl. He must look a mess. Hair disheveled, eyes red, still gasping for air, face and shirt covered with the mucous the skull fuck had brought up. The crowd around them laughed and cheered, reminding Ryan they were there. He saw more than one mobile phone out recording. Oh fuck. He wanted to tell people to delete those videos! But he forgot about the crowd again when Carl’s dick flexed again at his lips. And he felt his mouth fill with liquid. Warm, salty liquid. Piss! Carl was pissing in his mouth. He wanted to spit it out but Carl’s cock in his mouth and firm grip on his head kept him from doing so. It was so disgusting, he told himself. So gross! So why was his cock rock hard? “Drink it.” Carl ordered. Ryan had no choice but to swallow as much of the piss as he could. Quite a bit leaked out around his lips and flowed to join the mucous soaking his shirt but still his stomach quickly filled with the hot liquid. Carl finally released his head. Ryan pulled back and the big black cock slipped out of his mouth. He struggled to regain his breath. Carl’s strong arms picked him up and spun him around. Hands unfastened his belt and his jeans and underwear were slid down. Carl’s lips and tongue found his hole. Teasing. Tormenting. Arousing. Invading. Ryan surrendered again to the dominant man’s will. It felt much too good to resist. NEXT: RYAN ACCEPTS, JARED DESCENDS

Part 1 Chris felt lucky to have found his new apartment. After a last minute decision to switch schools, he had missed out of guaranteed housing and had scrambled with some other kids to find a place together near campus. Chris was happy he had switched schools. It felt like a better fit here and he was also closer to home, not that he was gonna miss high school. It had been ok and he had friends and stuff, but Chris had a secret his friends and family didn’t know about: Chris was gay. Sure, he kept up appearances and his friends all thought he was straight, but Chris knew what he loved, and hoped now that he was on his own and in a new city, he could maybe explore a little. At 5 10” and 165, with an athlete’s build and still with his summer tan, he looked good. His two new roomies that he was still getting to know told him he was “gonna get tons of pussy” this year and Chris had gone along with it. No way did Chris want them to know he liked guys. He was gonna have to make sure he was careful. Not that he had much experience to begin with, just a few hurried mutual blowjobs. And really, hadn’t it been him really being the one giving more than getting? Not that he minded that, it was more the person he had sucked, a boy from his school. Chris didn’t want a boy. Chris wanted a man, a hot older guy. The apartment building was small and each unit had a courtyard that attached to it in the back. They were fenced but it wasn’t hard to see through,. Chris and his roommates had met the neighbors on the left., a group of girls in their second and third years. They had just giggled when Chris and the guys asked about their other neighbor, answering it was a guy who apparently lived alone. The girls also added the strange comment that the guy would also almost certainly like having college guys as neighbors, with whom he could hang-out. Chris was amazed at how many things a new apartment required. He made it to the store and quickly went through the list of item he had compiled as being essential. Walking through the store, his eyes focused on his list, and and not paying attention to his situation, Chris bumped right in to somebody. Flustered, Chris immediately looked up and began to apologize profusely. He immediately became tongue tied as he looked at just who he has bumped into. Kevin was 44 and proudly gay. And proudly hot. His 6 3” frame was that of a perfect swimmers build. His dark greying hair was close cropped and he had the sexiest mustache. His tank top clung to his body and his jeans cut offs were cut to show off the hottest legs and biggest looking bulge Chris had ever seen.. “I’m.... i’m so sorry. I totally wasn’t looking at all...” Chris blurted out. Kevin took the young man in, looking up and down, noticing that Chris was staring at his crotch, and smiled. “Well, you look so busy! And don’t you worry about it.” Kevin said, adding in a whisper, “a cute boy like you can bump into me anytime.” Chris went bright red. This guy was like perfect, Chris thought to himself, and he just basically said I am cute. Chris laughed nervously and again nervously blurted, “ I AM really sorry. I just moved here and getting ready to start school and my first apartment and it’s just a lot of stuff." The guy gave a chuckle remarking “Well, welcome to the neighborhood. I’m Kevin. It’s very nice to meet you. We needed a cute guy to move in to the neighborhood, so thanks!” Kevin joked. “Thanks, i’m Chris. It’s great here so far. I really like it,” Chris replied, his eyes again falling to those jean cutoffs. “Well Chris, I really hope I see you around., “ said Kevin as his eyes again swept up and down. Kevin was tempted to just ask the boy to come home with him, but his senses told him this boy wasn’t ready for an aggressive push. But Kevin also knew when a boy wanted cock and he knew that Chris was one of those boys. He made a note to do his shopping at this store more often and continued down the aisle. Chris couldn’t wait to get out of the store. He thought everybody knew and had been watching him lust after Kevin. Not to mention, he wa rock hard. He had never had a reaction like that and didn’t trust himself... it was like he was about to lose control being around Kevin. He wanted him that bad. Driving back to the apartment, all he could think about was Kevin and being Kevin’s boy, as Kevin had referred to him.

Part 2 - Shadows In The Mist Ethan's confidence was growing so he loosened the grip on his towel and lowered it slightly daring to be adventurous. Another wave of steam hit him as he began to really enjoy the heat of dampness of the steam room, the thought of sex diminished as drifted in to his own world soaking up the heat. He knew there was a couple of guys lurking in the dim denseness of the mist but so far they appeared to be keeping their distance. A blast of cold air hit Ethan signalling the door has been opened again as he watched a tall silhouette take a seat on the same bench he was on. It was the strangest feeling Ethan had ever had, he could not feel or see but sensed the presence of another body very close to him. The silence broken by the hissing of the steam vent added to the strangeness of the environment. Another cool blast of air and another body took position to the right of him on the bench, he felt a little uneasy and moved his towel over his groin area again. The reality of why he had come here was all to real with the two bodies sat either side of him, his cock twitched with an anticipated excitement but he was more than happy to just be here next to the naked bodies. The vague outlines of various men moved in and out of his limited field of vision followed by the swirling dense mist in their wake, some paused to look but soon disappeared from view. Ethan sat still he had no idea what he was suppose to do, for him it was a hidden embarrassment, he thought this was a stupid idea and maybe he should try it on with Adam first, but no, that was to close to home for comfort and he could get found out. The last thing he wanted was this being all round college and getting back to his parents. Ethan relaxed and rested his head back closing his eyes. Angelo stepped in to the steam room and stood for a moment allowing his eyes to adjust to the low light and mist, he wandered through and spied the blond hair and pretty handsomeness of the young boy as he sat down a couple of meters away from him. Close but far enough away to be shielded by the mist from his view. He had never seen him here before and knew this must be the guy Brad had spoken about when he arrived. Angelo shuffled a little closer and could make out some of his looks, he looked younger than 18 quite the reverse of some who looked older for their age. Closer he moved, noticing the young guy had his eyes closed Angelo raised his hand and touched the young body. Ethan let out a short gasp as a felt the strange hand running down his chest in a carefully low choreographed movement. He opened his eyes to see the shape of the man was now visible, he snatched a sideways glance and noticed he was of Latin descent. Ethan could see that the arm was heavily tattooed and very well defined with hard biceps covered by soft looking skin, he daren't move as the hand continued to caress his chest and abdomen, this was the first time a man had touched his body in such an erotic way. Initially he thought at best he would end up with a much older man or a guy his age, but judging by the muscled arm he thought this was aiming high. His cock was hard as rock as a whole new feeling of sensations rippled through every part of his body, he didn't know if he should return the stroking of the man's chest or kiss him. For the moment his body was in an encapsulated desire with every nerve ending tingling from the man touching his body. Angelo ran his hand up and down the chest of the guy sat next to him, he did not look at him but stared straight ahead with a slightly rigid pose, Angelo smiled to himself as he could sense the young guy was obviously very inexperienced and this would make for an easy picking. Today is turning out better than he ever hoped Angelo thought to himself continuing the caressing of the young chest, he admired how naturally defined he felt and looked, this was a guy he had not fucked before and a new experience beckoned. Angelo moved his hand upwards caressing Ethan's neck and place his hand around the back of his neck as he shuffled closer. Angelo pulled Ethan's head towards his, there was a little resistance at first. Ethan's pulled back slightly at his head being guided towards the man but the gentle coaxing was having the desired affect as he slowly allowed the stranger to pull him close until he came face to face with Angelo. Ethan gulped at the stunning face before him, the striking chiselled features and sexy Latin look was more than he ever dreamed of, he judged that he must be in his mid twenties. He exuded an air of confidence, Ethan had to blink several times to ensure he was not imaging him. Angelo's hand pulled him closer and closer, Ethan could now feel the breath of the guy on his face. Angelo admired him for a moment and realised that the young lad was looking back at him clearly captivated. Angelo leaned forward until his mouth was within touching distance of Ethan's, the soft touch of Angelo's lips landed on Ethan's in a very tender kiss. Ethan still had his mouth closed and Angelo suspecting the naivete slowly ran the tip of his tongue along the young guys lips, moistening them with his saliva. Ethan parted his lips slowly and he felt the tongue probing deeper between his lips, becoming more receptive to the advances Ethan's mouth opened allowing Angelo's tongue to slip inside and his lips to close in and lock against his own. The tongue savoured and gently explored his mouth as Ethan moaned and delighted in his first kiss. It was the most intimate 30 seconds Ethan had ever encountered, Angelo pulled away leaving a trail of saliva connecting their mouths. Ethan looked him in the eye with abandonment, Angelo smiled as he looked in to the striking blue eyes and stroked the side of his face before his mouth sought Ethan's again, this time with more purpose and intensity. A natural instinct took over Ethan who now licked at the foreign tongue in his mouth as he began to kiss Angelo back. Ethan moaned again and raised his hand stroking Angelo's arm, deliberately feeling the muscled biceps and soft smooth skin that coated them. Angelo only to aware of how responsive the young lad had become enjoyed kissing him for several minutes. Ethan's body felt strange through the new sensations he was feeling. Angelo moved closer and his left hand reached around Ethan's waist pulling and gesturing for him to sit across his lap, Ethan only to happy to oblige the direction he was being given, his body twisted and right leg moved over Angelo's powerful legs until he sat straddled across his lap. His towel had fallen away as he sat on the lap of this man both of them naked, their cocks jostling for position but Ethan could feel his own cock was smaller in girth and length and was loosing the battle. Angelo forced his tongue deeper in to Ethan's mouth and then pulled away leaving the young guy deserted. Ethan looked directly in to the eyes of Angelo, he really could not believe his luck. They did not speak a word between them, Angelo now had both his arms around the back of Ethan, his slowly and gently caressing and stroking his back. Ethan leaned back enjoying the touch of this man but also to look at those strong tattooed arms enveloping his body. Angelo pulled Ethan forward and their lips locked together again quickly followed by Angelo's tongue as he resumed exploring Ethan's mouth. Angelo pulled Ethan up and as he sat back down his felt sheer hardness of the cock being forced between his ass cheeks. Ethan's ass began rubbing up against this man's sex, he had no idea where that came from, it just seemed to him to be the right thing to do. The shuffling caught Ethan's ear as he saw bodies moving in to view getting a closer look at the action that was happening. Angelo's rock hard erection nestled between Ethan's ass cheeks, his back held firmly by Angelo's arm was now pressing his own chest hard up against Angelo's. His other hand began caressing Ethan's buttocks and moving gently across until he slipped one finger down between the cheeks seeking the young tight hole where it circled gently around the edge. Ethan nearly giggled but for the mouth full of tongue he was dealing with as well. The finger made concentric circles with more and more pressure being applied the circles got gradually smaller until it coaxed Ethan's hole open and it slipped inside. Ethan's eyes snapped open startled at the pain of the intrusion, he tried to protest but Angelo only kissed him deeper holding his finger inside until the pain started to subside and he relaxed. Ethan didn't know if he was fond of this movement, but he found that his body was literally immobilised being held tightly against this muscled chest and abdomen, he clasped his hands around Angelo's neck and responded to the kissing as his hole was being explored. A new arm began to caress Ethan's neck and shoulder, Angelo pulled his finger out quickly causing Ethan's body to tense, he abruptly grabbed the arm painfully as he heard the man wince in pain as it was pushed away only to disappear back in to the dense steam. With his free arm Angelo rubbed his hand around Ethan's back causing a pool of sweat that he guided towards his boys ass, Ethan gasped and moaned as this time he felt two fingers pushing in to his ass and manipulating the sweat in to his hole. He arched his back at the discomfort, the sweat from their bodies mingled and mixed together covering them both, in a vain attempt Ethan tried to moderate the invasion by gripping Angelo's arm. The sweat made it impossible to get a firm enough grip, he gasped as the fingers dived deeper in his hole, Ethan flung his arms around the back of Angelo's neck and he moaned in pain. At some point he began to kiss and lightly bite the neck of Angelo, Ethan moved his head upwards towards Angelo's chin until their mouth's sought each other, the passion between them building in their bodies. Ethan was seduced and sealing his own fate, he wasn't sure if it was the attractiveness of the guy or the fact he couldn't break free from the strong grip Angelo had on his body but he was loving it. Angelo had control over him and sporadically he would tighten the bicep of his arm holding Ethan's back in position, it was a controlling but comforting and sometimes slightly painful feeling, Ethan being drawn ever more in knew he was in the safe hands of a very experienced man who understood positive and negative reinforcement. Angelo would withdraw his fingers from the tight hole giving Ethan an immense sensation release, but which also left him yearning for the moment they would slip back inside him. His body slowly adjusting and beginning to enjoy the experience until Angelo pulled his fingers out sharply, breaking the kiss he spat in to his hand, resumed kissing and began to mix the saliva with the precum on his cock that was now poised for action. It was like an out of body experience as Ethan felt himself rising and looking in to the eyes of Angelo. Suddenly he gasped and let you a puppy like yelp as the searing pain shot through his arse and lower back, Angelo pushed the head of his cock hard in to his boy, Ethan wriggled to escape from the pain but the arm around his back remained firmly clamped down preventing him from forcing a withdrawal. The tears from the corner of Ethan's eyes mixed with the sweat, his body in agony from the burning pain. Ethan realised that there was only one way his body was going and that was down on this cock, he was forced to bury his head in to Angelo's neck as his moans mixed with cries and whimpering. Ethan had no concept of how much cock with now in his ass, all he did know was that his virginity and body where forever parting company. Angelo reached behind Ethan's neck with his free arm forcing Ethan's body downwards to take more of his cock, Ethan overwhelmed by pain tried to forcibly raise himself off Angelo's cock exclaiming 'No' loudly, but the look in his eyes told a different story. Angelo looked him in eye and continued pushing Ethan's body down as more of his cock tore it's way in to his young body, Ethan gasped loudly several times in pain but did not protest, there was no getting out of this predicament so easily. The cries from his pain brought the lurking bodies out of the steam as they stood and watched, many of them not realising they were seeing the virgin boy being transformed right in front of their eyes. Ethan let out one last hoarse cry as his ass came to rest on Angelo's lap, he was now holding 8 inches of pure sex inside his body. The pain remained as a reminder and Ethan raised his head and without any second thought he kissed Angelo, they shared an incredibly sensual kiss and Ethan's body began to slowly rock back and forth with small gesturing rise and fall. Every down motion still fired off sharp spasms of pain through his ass, but he was being overtaken by a more intense pleasure of joy and happiness. They kissed until Ethan felt Angelo's free arm wrap around his body, a sudden jerk of the arms as they tightened forced him to expel what air he had in his lungs in to Angelo's mouth, the biceps flexed hard and squeezed Ethan's back tight up against Angelo's chest. Angelo had fucked many a man, some to overly responsive who just wanted to push down hard on his cock whilst the others grimaced in pain through the experience. But he watched Ethan carefully as he pushed and forced him down on his cock. At Ethan's last cry his head rolled forward and Angelo was unprepared for Ethan to kiss him, it wasn't like any other kiss, this was a deep and meaningful kiss which Angelo felt. As Ethan rocked on his cock gently Angelo began to feel his orgasm building, no one had ever made him rise to orgasm within minutes. Angelo jerked and tightened his arms around the young lad's body crushing his chest tight up against his own to stop his movements, Ethan let out a small cry as the air was forced out of his lungs. Ethan's movement on Angelo's cock became tiny and not very noticeable, those arms crushing his body sent pure waves of delight around his body, something he remembered when wrestling at school. Ethan felt the cock inside him harden even more and swell and he buried his head in Angelo's neck. Angelo pushed his hips up hard as if he was trying to split Ethan in half. Ethan groaned as suddenly he felt a torrent of warmth flowing in to his ass as the first wave of Angelo's orgasm fired it's toxic load deep inside coating every surface as though it was on a mission. Ethan tried to catch his breath but the powerful arms squeezing him tight prevented him from pulling much needed air in to his lungs, he could feel the rapid succession of pulses in the cock releasing stream after stream of seed flooding his body. Ethan could only gasp as he buried his head harder in to Angelo's neck, still striving to gulp air in but he could only manage the short gasps as the arms held firm around his body. Ethan felt the twitching cock inside his body as it delivered the last few drops of seed, he was light headed from lack of air and heat in the steam room. The arms eased from around his back at last he was able to fill his lungs with much needed air, as he regained his posture Ethan looked down to find that he had also ejaculated without touching or realising that he had. His head still buzzing from the mixture of the heat and excitement of what just happened Ethan closed his eyes, he felt Angelo close in and kiss him lovingly as a reward for a job well done, his ass remained firmly impaled on Angelo's cock providing no escape route for the toxic seed forcing Ethan to hold it in his body. Ethan became aware of the several grunts and groans of the audience as they finished masturbating watching the show before them. Slowly the crowd dispersed, the cool air hitting their bodies indicating the door had been opened as they left the steam room, Angelo noticed some of the men still optimistically lurking in the dense mist, they were waiting for him to release his victim. Angelo was not done with this boy yet, he broke away from the kiss wrapping his arms tightly around the young body again forcing Ethan's head to bury in his neck again as he pushed his hips up. Ethan involuntarily winced as the pain ran through his arse, Angelo was clearly indicating he was ready to fuck him again. Ethan clasped his hands around the neck and shoulders responding to Angelo, his ass was sore, if not completely on fire with pain but he knew trying to stop it would be futile. Ethan quickly learnt to rock his hips in a mix of movements as Angelo's cock speared deeper in to his ass. Sweat ran down both of their bodies making it difficult for them to keep hold of each other, Ethan moved his face towards Angelo's waiting mouth, their lips parted as they kissed like lovers. Every downward motion Ethan made was greeted by an upward thrust from Angelo, each time he hit bottom he moaned loudly in to Angelo's mouth. He felt the arms tighten sharply around his body, he knew what was coming. Their kiss broke and Ethan found himself staring deep in to Angelo's eyes as he prepared to breed the boy again. His muscles flexed fully and the grip tightened around Ethan's body again, the air escaping from his lungs, his chest being crushed harder than before up against Angelo's own. Ethan attempted to arch his back to relieve the pressure but the arms simply constricted harder bringing him back to Angelo. Ethan found he could no longer expand his chest to draw breath as his arse was forced down harder on his cock. Angelo let out a low long moan and his cock pulsed against Ethan's anal wall, Ethan grasped around Angelo's neck as he muttered 'Fuck' before another torrent of seed began entering his body. His body collapsed against Angelo whilst he was held tightly, for a moment time seemed to slow down as he could feel every pulse from the cock in his ass, he felt his own heart beating as it pounded against Angelo's chest. The grip around his body loosened and Ethan coughed as he drew breath shaking off the grogginess from lack of oxygen, he panted heavily against Angelo's neck. Ethan regained some composure and sat confused and dazed for a moment, never in his imagination did he think his first time would be so painful and yet a powerful force took over his body to want this more than anything. His senses gradually returning to normal and Ethan knew his body had taken enough. He leant forward looking at the striking face of the young man and kissed him on the lips. Slowly he tried to stand and lift his ass of the cock, emitting a slight cry of discomfort at the now softening cock beginning it's exit. One thing they didn't show in the porn videos was how challenging it was getting off the cock as it was going in. Angelo released his hold from around Ethan's back as he stood, his legs visibly unsteady so Angelo stood with him holding him up, he escorted him out of the steam room towards the showers to cool off. Angelo stood behind Ethan propping him up as he enjoyed the cool water pouring over his head and body, feeling refreshed and sort of back to normal Angelo went under the shower head next to him and began to clean himself up. Ethan turned and looked over at him, this was the first time he had the opportunity to really see the young man. The body sculptured to within an inch of perfection and those beautifully muscled and tattooed arms really did it for Ethan. But it was the face and those eyes that dazzled a sparkling light brown in a very captivating way. Angelo stared back at the young attractive guy pondering if he was actually old enough to be there but he knew Brad would have done his job properly. It took a moment for Ethan to realise that he was staring back him and he blushed slightly, Angelo cupped his face and brushed his lips against Ethan's before kissing him deeply. Amazingly they still had not spoken a word, Angelo guided him out of the showers and retrieved their towels, Ethan wrapped his around his waist and sat down on a nearby bench to relax. Ethan opened his eyes realising he must have dozed off and looked around but the young man was no where to be seen. A few older men were walking up and down obviously assessing the situation and rubbing their cocks under their towels as they passed by Ethan smiling. He felt uneasy at the attention he was drawing and made a beeline to the stairs to get out of their way, the last thing he needed now was sex since his ass was sore beyond belief. Ethan walked through the lounge area to the bar where Brad stood smiling. "Hello pretty boy, did you have fun?" he asked with a wide smile. Ethan looked with some annoyance at Brad and somewhat sharply asked "What's so funny?" Brad patted Ethan's hand "Nothing just asking if you had fun down there." Ethan turned to look around to see if the young man was there "Not sure I should have come here" Brad almost felt sorry for him. "Need your key?" "Yes please" Ethan answered. Brad handed him his key "Take your time baby." Ethan found Brad to be a little overbearing but kind of nice "Thank you" he replied as he turned to leave. Ethan entered the locker room and saw one other guy busy in his locker, he opened his own and pulled out his underwear and pushed the door slightly closed just as the other man moved in to his field of vision revealing his back. Ethan gulped at the tattoo painted dead square in the middle, it was an Angel with it's head bowed looking down, the hands were held open in the offering position, his eyes opened wider as each hand was offering a biohazard symbol. He was not so stupid and knew what the biohazard represented, he was so fixed on the tattoo he never thought to look at who it actually was. The man turned around and he opened his mouth coming face to face with the young Latin guy who just took his virginity, Angelo looked at him and smiled. Fear froze Ethan to the spot when he realised what had just happened, a poz guy had just cum in his ass twice and it was still inside him. Ethan darted in to the toilet cubicle locking the door behind him, he banged his head against the tiled wall quietly repeating the word fuck several times. Removing the towel he sat down on the toilet and did his best to expel the cum, every time he tried his arse burned in pain but nothing was coming out, he grabbed some toilet tissue and gently wiped his ass. On inspecting he saw only patches of red, he stayed sitting on the toilet with his head in his hands for several more minutes. He was beside himself with anger at how someone could do such a thing, but maybe he was to blame for not insisting on safe sex and just allowed him to fuck without any protest. Angelo shook his head as he finished dressing, he went to bar and grabbed a piece of paper and wrote a note. The toilet door was still locked so Angelo slipped the note in the locker, he wasn't totally sure why he did it as it was a long shot but something in his heart told him to break with his own rules.

The NYC Black Party I will be with Mr. X for the Black Party weekend. It is a huge dance party with some dark areas you can go to Youtube to see some of what goes on and the music with some of the performance, but it's the dark areas where all the fun is. Mr. X calls me the week before to go over to the Leatherman on Christopher St. and get fitted for some leather he wants to have. Omar tells me this is going to either a lot of fun or harrowing experience with Mr.X. I have no idea whats Mr.X wants me to get, but the clerk behind the desk does know what I'm to get. He leads me by the hand down these winding stairs to the basement. I have never seen so many things and don't know what they are for, but in time I think I will. He fits me for a harness to go over my chest and under my arms, then some leather pants with a zipper in the back that has to be made smaller because of my small body and the same go with some chaps that feel great. While I'm being fitted, the tailor has his hands all over my body, and he sees my dick is rock hard and is smiling then says you are going to the Black Party as someone boy, I say YES. Friday I go over to Mr.X hotel, and I'm not even in the door he is taking my clothes off and expecting my body. Boy, you look so young in your pictures but legal, I'm going to have a lot of fun with you and might fun also. Mr.X is 6ft 185 with a nice muscular build in his leather. He puts a chain around my neck and locks it up. Your name is now boy, and you are my property as the contract you signed so get face down and let me inspect your hole. Boy, you have a nice hole, and it still looks like a virgins hole. I feel his finger prodding me with no lube, and I know I need it Boy, I think you are one of thous lube whores let me get you started. Boy, you are going to like this. I'm sitting on the side of the bed as Mr.X has a syringe in his mouth a rope in one hand and a sealed alcohol pad in the other. He ties off my arm real tight wipes a spot. I feel the prick of the needle. Boy, watch this as I'm going to educate you on a slam. He pulls back a little and stops as blood enters the syringe an says. Look into my eyes, and as he does he pushes the plunger in and takes off the rope off, as I am coughing he flips me over on my stomach spreads my ass cheeks with his lubed up fingers work there way in my hole. He pulls out and inserts a butt plug in and says relax boy. Mr.X so this is the first time see him naked, and I'm in big trouble now. He has a baseball bat between his legs as a dick with a large P.A. Boy, I'm not going to shove it in, but it's going to be very slow as I want you to enjoy this weekend. So put the harness on so I have something to grab onto, so you don't try to run away on me. The slam was a good one, and the lube is warming up the inside of my hole as I put the harness on and get onto the bed on my stomach. Mr.X spreads my legs as I feel his weight pressing down on my body as he is teasing my hole with his P.A. Mr.X is pushing slow and I feel the pressure but no pain. The girth of his dick is spreading me open as he goes in deeper. Boy, my dick is now in you, but we have a lot more to go you just let me know if its too much for you. Mr.X is patient with me as he goes deeper but, I love the feeling, so I want to show him how much I love the size of his dick, so I back up on his dick, and he smacks my ass cheek. Boy, you want more so here it goes as I'm now balls deep well past your second ring. He starts to slow fuck as I feel him pour more lube as its running down the crack of my ass. Mr.X allmost pulls out of my hole and then drives back in, he turns me over onto my back with my legs up in the air as I can see his face and how happy he is and how much I'm enjoying getting fuck. Boy' you ready for my load as I have been waiting a month to breed your hole. He is balls deep as I feel his dick pulsing out a massive load into me and lays on top of me with his dick impaled in my hole. When he pulls out, I turn around and clean his dick as he puts a plug in my hole so I will be ready for round two. Friday night we went three more rounds before I crashed. Saturday at the Black Party.

First time post, but many stories to share. On business to Seattle, staying at a low-end AirBnB in Pioneer square, I was horny as fuck and wanted to take some loads. Hopped on Grindr and changed my profile to indicate I'd take any load coming my way in the uber on the way to my place. Checked in, jumped in the shower, got cleaned up and checked my phone. Holy cow, 10 replies, all within a short distance. I replied to one with the place's info, quickly copied that to the other 9 and got lubed ass up, lights dim, me blindfolded. First dude to crack the door was 5 minutes later. As he's walking in, I hear zippers and fabric hitting the floor - and feel his cock against my ass crack. Fuck, he's hard already. I reach back and feel him - 7 or so, uncut, veiny, stiff already - perfect!. A brief second later, and his drool hits my ass and I feel that familiar pressure of a hard cock and smooth head pushing at my hole. One quick thrust and he's in me. He apparently has a huge foreskin, and keeps pushing, and this initial thrust has him 6 inches deep with little resistance. He pauses his thrust and I feel his cock get even harder and grow in me. He's delightfully sighing...and pushes again, to bottom out balls deep in me, and begins to spray his load. His load pumps 5 or six times, and he goes soft...and he pulls out with a plop, and flood of cum that I can't keep in. Quickly he dresses, and is out the door. Total elapsed time: one minute fifteen seconds and I'm dripping. He must have passed the next guy in the hall as the door nearly immediately opens and he's on his way in. A sniff and swipe at my ass, and a grunt of pleasure, and the guy strips so fast, and presents his cock to play with my hole. He's thick. and hairy...and doesn't smell great - but he pushes in and pumps away at me for some time when the door opens again and another dude walks in. He stops, glances in the dim light and lets go with a low whistle...and hustles over to this guy and reaches for his cock while in my ass. #2 keeps pumping away, while #3 massages his and my balls, as he one-handed pulls his pants to his knees. #2 is getting close, and #3 lines up behind #2 and rubs his now hard cock in #2's hairy crack. This sets #2 over the edge and he lets his load go with a grunt in my ass. He quickly pulls out and pushes #3 aside to get his clothes - bl saying "great ass man - get in there! I can still feel the last guy's cum". He started getting dressed, but I lost track of him, as #3 did just as #2 told him to do. Seconds after #2 left, #3's big cock pokes at my hole. Its got a big head, and he pushes, sliding easily into me...and keeps pushing. He's thick, and he spreads my legs a bit to accommodate his girth. He keeps pushing, and thats when I realize hes not just thick, but long. He finally stops pushing in my sloppy hole and has to have had 9 beefy inches deep in me. The door clicks closed and #3 and I are alone. He stays there, not moving in me, but grabs a brown bottle and uses that, and puts it up to me. I breathe in, but he doesn't move it and he holds it there for several breaths...and I turn into a bigger slut and grind back onto him. He siffens further, lets go with a chuckle and starts sliding back and forth. I can't count the time he spent in me...we kept coming back to get a breath...and finally he starts to pound hard, his lithe athletic body pumping above me, his thick cock puling against my insides so deliciously. He speeds up and soon he's a blur...and all my feelings are in my ass, feeling him hit my prostate again and again. With a final thrust, he punches deeply into me and I can feel his hardness twitch again and again...and my ass is full, and I feel his cum start to ooze out of my hole. He pulls out, and I clamp my ass tight. I'm still ass up, so its dripping down my balls, and sliding down my hard cock, which he grabs and starts milking me, using his cum as lube. He pulls on me furiously, and more cum seeps from my hole, and its getting really slippery. My cock can't take it any more and i blow a huge load on the covers. I whisper "thank you". He grunts a reply, grabs his clothes and dashes out the door. I laid there for a few, no other guys immediately on the way, so I locked the door and laid back down - and fell asleep in a puddle of mixed cum. What a night!

I don't know where to start, but here it goes. Before my 18th birthday, I had only suck one dick but once I started college things changed. My father used to tell me the best part of me ran down the crack of my mother's ass and he is right, with me being 5ft. 5 & 100 LBS I was always the runt of any class I was in, except for one thing I have a thick 8-inch dick. The best part of High school was taking showers in the locker room and looking at all the hot looking boys and seeing they might have great bodies, but I had the big dick. I left home with no real money and moved into a shady part of town. Going to school during the day and waiting on tables at night. My sex life was a big blank until I saw a post about a bathhouse around the corner. I went to the front door and knocked and the one opening the door says you have to be 18 to get in so come back in 4 years when you turn 18. Again I knock on the door and say I have I.D. so come on in and he looks at my I.D. for a long time, then says its real, so the fee is $10 for students and gives a towel a condom and lube. I go to the locker room, and the place is empty, but for Jerry who is in the late 40s. He comes over and says place raided last night, so they are staying away till it blows over. Jerry asks how new am I the truth is I'm a virgin, and he smiles then tells me to lie down on the table. Jerry says he won't do anything I don't feel comfortable doing as he pours warm oil on my body, this feels great as he works it into my body. He is near my hole and says I'm going to see how tight you are. One finger in my ass with a feeling I have never felt before as my dick is rock hard. Jerrk whispers in my ear we have to go to his place a few blocks away as he has supplies that will help enjoy it a lot more. I have seen porn, so I know he wants to stick his dick in me, but I have a feeling Jerry wants to spend more than just a slam-bang and leave. Jerry lives across the street from me, and he has a nice place here with two bedrooms, one is where he sleeps, and the other is his party room. Jerry ask me if I have ever smoked weed, and I say just a few times, so Jerry laughs and says he has weed spike with T. I never heard of T and as I smoke it I find out why as he lays me on my stomach in his playroom. Jerry shows me his special lube that also has T in it and that it will burn and for me to take some poppers first. He is instructing me how to do poppers first inhale three times on one side of my nose now do the other and back. After a few times, I feel his fingers working my hole and the slite burn he talks about as he has two fingers in me. Jerry is kissing on the back of my neck and says he is POZ, but I don't have to worry as he is on med. I have no idea what he is talking about as the fingers in my ass that is all I care about as Jerry ask me if I can take more as he puts his third finger in me. I see Jerry for the first time naked as he takes out his Prince Albert as he does not want to rip me up. He puts me on the edge of the bed hands me some poppers and says that any pain to let him know. I take a few big hits from the poppers as the head of his dick is against my hole. I'm feeling pressure, but no pain as Jerry is going very slow with his 7-inch dick and the burn from the T lube I can't help my self as I back up onto Jerry dick till I'm balls deep and he is laughing and telling me to fuck my self on his dick. I feel Jerry dick swelling up with his heaving breathing as he forces me to lay flat on the bed as he goes nuts fucking me as fast as he can. Then he stops, then puts all his weight on me as his dick is pulsing out his medicated POZ cum into my virgin hole. I spent two days with Jerry went in a virgin and left as his cum dump. Over the next few weeks, I see Jerry when I can, but I have to make money for school and between school and work its hard. Jerry asked me if I would like to make some real money as he has a friend who might have some work for me. I say sure, and he needs some pictures of me naked which I do. Jerry says they all should be with me having an erection, so he gives me some viagra.

I new family moved in last week Dad older son and two daughters and wife. They invited me over and we had just a nice time Food and drinks and good conversation The dad got talking to me and confussed he was bi. Did I know any bi guys around. Well I said I am a gay bottom and would play if he wanted. we left it at that and then yesterday morning he texted me. Girls were out and coul he come over Sure and in a few minutes the doorbell rang. there was the dad and his 19 year old son I was surprised but he said he wanted to introduce his son to man sex we all went into the bedroom and got naked I was sucking the dad went he told his son to try my ass He told him real men bareback With one swipe the son entered me and started pounding It do not take him long before he unloaded deep in me At that the dad went in me and added his load After a while of rest they both put another load I me they asked is they could come over another yimr and I said sure. The son said his cousin may want to join them

I ask Omar if I can go to a party at school that is for thous who are under 21. He is laughing and says yes you can as he has heard about these parties. Jerry is twice my age and has fucked with his dick in me for 45minutes to an hour and is exhausted when he is finished and cums in my ass. I figure these guys are young and can fuck for hours. I get to the party with a clean hole ready for a night of hot young boys to pound my hole into oblivion. Well, they were young 18-21 great looking bodies with hard dicks, and that was about it. The rules are bull shit sucking a dick with a condom on getting fuck with a condom. Ok, it gets worse when they fuck its stick it in and cum in less than a minute as these boys have no idea how to control themselves. I left these so disgusted and will never go again. I go over to Paul home for the week to get an education. It will be about drugs and the effect and what kind of sex I might want to do as Omar will have that on my profile. Paul wants to take pictures of me. I pose with my legs spread on my knees wide showing my hole and a baseball cap on backward; I never know why people love that picture? Legs over my shoulders showing my hole and many others all with me having a hardon. Drugs I will be given different drugs and see how it affects me. We start with poppers and as I have done them before its put on the list of things I do. GHB Paul explains to me what this is and gives me a taste in different drinks. In 15 minutes I'm feeling the effects as he is filming and ask me questions, but I'm feeling so relaxed and sleepy. Later he tells me that whenever out to watch my drinks as someone might slip it into your glass. Its also used if you are going to do some heavy play where you want to be out of it. Ecstasy/Molly After the GHB I try this, and I'm up for 6 hours and its good for a long session as either a Top or bottom. Coke I like to do lines and the effect. Meth/Tina Smoking I'm ok with but not interested in doing. Booty Bump YES YES YES as my hole becomes so hungry for something in it and just more. Slamming After the coughing, its something I love doing and the rush. Paul shows me videos of different sex acts, BDSM, Medical play, Fisting but I'm not ready for, Watersports, Puppy play, and others. Paul says I'm to get somebody piercings that some customers will like. Paul takes me to a body piercer who is hot looking with his tribal tattoos. The piercer first does my right ear. Then a stud for my tongue and I'm told to wash my mouth out with Listerine three times a day for two weeks. Then the Guiche but it took him a long time to find the right spot as with his finger and pushed every area between my ass hole and scrotum till I almost jump off the table as that is the area that will give me the most pleasure. Prince Albert lets say inhale a deep breath and then exhale, and the first part is done. I'm to drink a lot of water as the first time I piss there will be some pain and blood. Well, I did piss some blood, but the pain was not as terrible as I thought it would be.

After a week Jerry hears back from his friend Omar, and he does not believe I'm 18 so he wants to meet me in a public place. The first thing Omar ask if I'm Law Enforcement I say no then ask for my ID and makes a few phone calls. Comes back that I was 18 five weeks ago. Omar ask do I know what I will be doing to make some big money. I say NO. He says you will be providing a service of a sexual nature for men and do I have a problem with that? I say NO. He asks what I did with Jerry did I like doing, but there are other things I will be doing that I might not like would I have a problem? I told Omar I'm new, and I have not done anything but with Jerry, but I would like to learn. Omar asks what I'm doing at Christmas break. I say nothing. Omar says his partner Paul would give me an education on services I would be asked to provide. I have no problem with this.

I just turned 20, but having a crazy work and school schedule, I didn’t get to celebrate my birthday, but I made up for it last night. I have class Monday-Thursday, and as I had the day off I decided I'd try to set something up. Now, I commute to school and still live at home, but I recently started working at a hotel which has the fringe benefit of affording the employees a discount on rooms as long as the reservation is within the same hotel group, meaning the hotel is owned by the same parent company. I also decided to take advantage of the discount and to make the reservation in the city where I attend college, which is an hour away from my home. Telephoning ahead I made a reservation and got the discount, which was great as I was afraid they wouldn't honor the discount given I'm less than 21, a threshold at some hotels, but everything worked-out. I had the reservation. In thinking about my plans, I can't honestly say I specifically planned an anonymous session as I didn't see myself as all that much of a cumslut. I couldn't have been more wrong. Anyway I checked-in, pulled on my jockstrap, and scrolled through Grindr. While I was hit-up by a few fuck buds who bred me here and there, none were readily available. Then I received a message from a profile which was blank, conveying absolutely no information. No age, no height, weight, status. Nothing. Just a dick pic of a cock which was easily nine inches. And it was as thick as a beer can. My hole twitched and my cock swelled hard at the sight of the cock. I needed it inside my ass. I replied providing with my hotel and the room number. The guy responded letting me know he was enroute, and would arrive shortly. He also instructed me to be ready, so that when he walked through the door I was on all fours and blindfolded. My initial reaction was trepidation, but my cock was so hard that I agreed to his terms. I unlocked the door, left it slightly ajar, placed a blindfold over my eyes and, stripped and ready, knelt on all fours on my bed. Upon hearing the door creak on its hinges my heart sank a bit. A stranger was in my room, and I was vulnerable as all hell. Fortunatelty before I could dwell on what might happen, a tongue licked my hole. My worries melted away as I pushed back on his tongue. My cunt was soon dripping from his spit. I heard him spit on his rod. His cock head slid into my hole with remarkable ease. My ass was pleased with the circumference of his cock. My slutty little heart was happy. His full cock is inside my hole and my cunt lips are gripping him for dear life. He’s a quiet fucker too. I feel his pace pick up and his cock is shooting his seed in my pussy. He rests on my back for a bit with his cock growing soft. I feel his shirt and his zipper against my naked body and realize this horny fucker didn’t even bother to strip down. Just unzipped and planted his seed. I hear the door close and get a message from him. He thanks me for letting him use my “sweet boy pussy.” And I thank him for his cum. I’m totally turned on by the anon scene at this point. I throw on a hoody and pull it up over my face. Just in my jock and a hoodie and waiting for my tops to come over. I get some messages from tops with profile pictures. And don’t get me wrong i won’t ever so no to cum in my ass. But the blank profiles sparked my interest more. It’s probably stupid and dangerous. But I just sent every blank profile “need more loads in my ass” followed by my room number. I ended up getting 8 more loads within an hour. I guess people love anon cumsloppy bottoms I have a total of 9 loads in my hole. (Some leaking out of course despite my efforts.) I’m still on Grindr with my ass in the air and I hear the door being pushed open. I put my phone face down and arch my back even more than it already was. I hear a belt unbuckle and pants drop to the floor. Soon after there’s a cock inside my well used hole churning a mess of loads in my asshole he’s the most verbal of the night. Calling me a pig ? and smacking my ass. He tells me repeatedly that I’m a good whore and he loves my cunt. He’s fucking me so hard and fast you can hear the cum sloshing around in my hole. He gives me a 10th load. Zips up. Says “thanks fucking slut.” And is out the door. I start playing with my cunt and fingering all the loads in my ass. I’m on my back and I hear the door open again. I quickly cover my face with a pillow and prop my legs up so this man can use my pussy. I recognize the thickness. It’s the guy who started this. He confirms this by saying “I needed more of your pussy man. Especially now that it’s used. He’s making an absolute mess and a lot of noise. (Actually it’s the cum in my hole making the noise.) and he gives me another load. This time he tells me he seeded my pussy he’s almost out the door when he turns around says “I was only quiet when I came the first time cause I wasn’t sure you wanted to be bred. But I know what I wanted. By the smile on your face I can tell you’re happy with yourself, whore. “ boy was he right.

Hi guys. So yesterday I finally downloaded Scruff onto my phone, after a buddy was showing me how it worked. It’s my first phone app – all my other sites are online. I really didn’t have any expectations, put up usual profile and pix. Then in the afternoon I started getting messages from two guys. At first I didn’t even know how to reply! But I’m a quick learner, so we went on. One was 25 and the other 29, which immediately aroused my suspicions. Why would they be interested in a 60+ year old someone who doesn’t really consider himself a “Daddy”. The 29 year old and messaged back and forth and either this was gonna happen, or I was just being set up as a joke. Finally we agreed to meet at my place, he ran home to shower, and then came over. I buzzed him in and told him the apartment door was open. I was lying on the bed in just open shorts, pumped tits, popper bottles around (he’d told me he’d only done poppers twice), porn on TV. When he walked in the bedroom door he was cute, t-shirt, baseball cap. He quickly stripped and got onto the bed, started sucking my tit – they’re my Achilles heel. He kept saying things like, “How am I doing Daddy? Am I doing it right?” I’m always so suspicious that I’m thinking, “Is this a joke? What is going on?” Well what was going on I found out is that he learned exactly what my tits are meant for and spent a lot of time working them. Then he asked if he could try poppers – of course you can! And from thereon the magic began. He was so horned and kept jacking his cock, but holding off. His entire focus was on pleasing me. While still working my tits he went down and started sucking my cock. Damn, his mouth was surely made in heaven and delivered by angels – or devils. I haven’t felt like this in ages, and kept wondering “Is he really here?” Being tit-worked, poppered, and sucked to the edge, the pig in me was so totally in heat, lust, need for cock. I got up on all fours and told him to stand by the side of the bed. He wanted to know how many fingers I could take, which I wasn’t sure how to answer since I prefer cocks. Well let me tell you, once he started working my hole with his fingers he took me to places that I have never been to before. It was extraordinary, unbelievable how I could be in hog heaven and hadn’t even been fucked yet. I was afraid he wasn’t going to. We’d take a couple of breaks, roll over, tightly embrace, kiss, and just hold each other tight. Then back to my hole – he was relentless pounding it with 3-4 fingers, hitting my prostate like it’s never been hit before. I swore I was gonna cum just from that, but held back. Then I felt that big velvety head on that hard thick cock of his at my hole. Oh hell yeah! He took all the time in the world mounting me, as I’m always tight at first, and then finally was in to the hilt. He fucked me so royally, so endlessly as we kept poppering that I was just in places I had never been before. It was ecstasy! We took some breaks and after sucking his cock for a while I told him that I wanted to look in his eyes when he bred me. So onto my back, legs up on his shoulders, and in again he went. We poppered again and he went back to work, pounding me mercilessly (not that I wanted any mercy), until I finally heard those telltale grunts, that unmistakable tensing, and said to him, “Breed me baby, breed me”, and he started to shoot. He seeded my hole so fucking good and deep and stayed in me. Once we separated it was like we both transformed from pigs in heat to Clark Kents. He told me he has a husband of 4 years, they’re exploring an “open relationship”, etc. I have no idea if we’ll ever meet again but damn, he sure got on the top of my 5 Star ***** list immediately! I guess I need to embrace more this daddy concept instead of fighting it. He opened my eyes to a whole new world and my hole to completely new magic. Oink!!

Yesterday night at the hotel i was staying. The cute guyvat teception desk at the end of his shift came to my room. Had the chance to dump 2 toxic loads in his neg hole.

I'm to see Omar about what my profile will say and the services I will offer at this time. The pictures Paul took are fantastic and make me look so inviting for you to want. Omar says to think of what you like to do the drugs you are willing to take and services you want to do. Sex Status: Negative on PrEP Take POZ: Yes Looking to become POZ: Maybe Do a Conversion Party: Maybe Take Loads: Yes Anal: Yes Mouth: Yes Give Loads Anal: Yes Mouth: Yes ATM: Yes Fisting: Not yet but want to Gang Bangs: Yes Drugs Poppers: Yes Meth/Tina Smoke: No Booty Bump: Yes Slam: Yes Coke: Yes GHB: Yes Molly: Yes BDSM: Yes when I know more about it. Medical Play: I have questions about this. Time Minimum is session 3 hours. Over Night: Yes Multiple Days: Yes Omar like I'm willing to be a Top and bottom but with my body and that I look like jail bate, but I'm of legal age. A lot of the session I do are as a bottom for three hours in their home or hotel room, where I suck their dick, and they fuck me only a small group like to PNP, but thous who do is a lot more fun, and they seam fuck better. When I Top, they think the pictures are photoshopped because of the size of my thick 8-inch dick. Being a Top, you have only a few minutes to decide if they want and nice slow fuck, a rough fuck where you pound them as hard and as fast as you can. Sometimes they want it kinky where they are tied up, and you rape them. Everyone is different even if you see them a few times. Omar asks for a review of that client to make sure they do not take advantage of the other boys who work here or me. The ones you see for overnight or a few days are the most fun but its the 3-hour session that is the bread and butter. Let me hear from you where you want this to go as I have some ideas from my real life.

For some reason, getting breed by a poz top has always made a explosion go off inside me. Well 6 months ago I was looking on Grindr and this hot guy kept at me to hook up. I finally gave in and we met in the woods that you can drive into with your truck and it's around the corner from my house. Well he ended up being 11 inches long and fat. He refused to wear a rubber even though I never told him he had to. It had been around 4 years since anyone had opened me up so I was extremely tight. All he used was the precum leaking from his anaconda to work just the head in. He had me laying on my back with my knees draped over his shoulder's, as soon as he covered my mouth he put all of his weight into my tight puckered hole and I must've passed out for close to a minute because when I came to he was all the way deep inside me. Can I tell you how fucking awesome it felt. He fucked me for about 10 minutes and in that time I came twice without having to touch myself. He was all the way in, up to his orange size nuts. I knew he close because his cock started getting rock hard and swelling up then he collapsed dead weight on top of me. It was jerking and I felt every drop shoot inside me like a fire hose. That made me cum once again but I was empty. Well 2 weeks later I get a message on Grindr and him telling me that I was his creation and to go out and spread the gospel.

Clean, tight and smooth ass hungry for a construction worker's dick. Looking to meet at a construction site (when workday is over) and meet inside of a non-finished home to bend over for a good fuck, cum and go. No questions asked, no talk, just a anonymous fuck, cum and go. me at gmail. tp4u52@gmail.com

Not a D and Daddy update (although I am staying the night again very soon.) but nonetheless I find myself in a very hot situation again. I’ve recently started working at a hotel and I work from midnight to about noonish. There’s only 2 of us from midnight until 8. It being so late, there’s never anything to do or guests to attend to so the two of us get pretty bored. They generally only hire guys at night. (It’s a corporate thing.) so it’s always me or 1 of 2 other guys there. I talk to them both regularly being that we get so bored. Anyway, one guy, let’s call him E, is married and in his 30s. He’s tall and bearish with a mustache and a beard. We get to talking yesterday night. And he confides that he sometimes goes to one of the storage rooms and jacks off sometimes. There’s no cameras in this room, nor is there any when you take the employee entrance to get there. I tell him that’s cool, and continue working. This got me pretty hard, thinking about him jacking off and even harder hoping that he empties inside me one of these days. About an hour after that, he gets up and goes somewhere and is gone for a while. It’s about 1:45am at this point and I’m rock hard thinking about him being in the storage room with his hand in his cock. I head straight there and find him working himself. He greets me warmly with a “hey bud.” And a smile. I smile back without saying anything and I walk over and start sucking him. (Totally took a shot in the dark cause I was sure he was straight.) he pulled his slacks to his ankles cause I was being pretty sloppy. He’s moaning like crazy and I want his cock to shoot in me. I spit on my fingers and work it into my hole and back up on to his dick. I was expecting him to pull away but instead he grabbed my hips and pulled me into him. He fits in pretty easily due to him not being very big, and me taking a big cock (with a condom ?) the night before. “I cum in buckets so I have to cum inside you or it’ll be a mess.” He says. I reply very sarcastically with a “darn.” He gives me a few more pumps, buries his head on my neck and whispers, “I’m cumming inside you.” Soon after, he shoots what felt like 9 jets of cum in my hole, and tells me to take my slacks off. So I do. And he does too. He slowly pulls his cock out and he wasn’t kidding. He drained his cock in my hole and a bucket of cum plopped on the floor before I held the rest in. He takes the cum on the floor and rubs it on his cock and gets hard again. He doesn’t say anything, just push my head down, bends me over, and starts to fuck me again. He cums another load in my ass. This time about 7 cock spasms worth. I’m sure to keep clenched this time even though he flooded me. We went back to our desks. And he says “it’ll be fun working with you all next week. “ I agree. Though that was hot, and I’m definitely looking forward to it, we didn’t work together this morning. (I wanted his cum still in me so I haven’t let it go since then.) I worked with the other guy, let’s call him A. A is closer to my age, I’d say about 24. Slim build, tan, and over all pretty cute. I don’t work with him very often cause he mainly does the afternoon shift, but he is there to give one of us a day off. We get to talking some and he reveals that he’s gay. (Which I knew. ) I’m out at work so we start talking about being gay basically, and he asks if I’m a top or bottom. I tell him I’m a bottom and he tells me he’s a top. His mind must’ve raced somewhere cause I see his cock growing through his chinos. I get up and tell him to meet me in the storage room and he does. I tell him that I have 2 loads in me. To which he responds: “E told me about last night, and I was hoping you still had them.” He pulls out a massive 7.5 thick cock and before I could suck on it his tongue is in my hole. He felches a load out of me and this is my first time experiencing that. I love getting my ass ate and it was hot but I like to keep loads in my ass as long as I can. He stands up and shoves into me, between his spit and E’s loads, my boihole is wet as hell. You can hear how wet I am. A doesn’t last long but he gives me a load. He pulls out and we hear the service bell ring. He pulls up his slacks and goes to see what’s up. I jack myself off, lick my cum off the table, pull up my pants and head back to my desk. I think I’ll like my new job.

HAHA! I CAN'T BELIEVE ANYONE ACTUALLY THINKS YOU MIGHT BE CLEAN!! you're clearly bugged up trash

you dont see the face of most of the men who fuck you but most of them see your face. you're a wellknown public cumhole. nobody wants to bring a dirty whore like you home to momma. most respectable guys don't even wanna be seen with a cumdump like you.hell, most neg guys think you're too trashy to even fuck. i dont date trash. but i do use it. cause thats what you are. an IT.

And the good news is ..... There's Plenty Of 'Em ! ?

yes i figure anyone who sees me laying blindfolded in a bathhouse sling taking load after load or bent over the darkroom fuckbench getting barebacked by a lineup of strangers should just assume im a toxic poz whore

THE FATHER The father congratulated the brethren on a successful welcoming. As the father, he explained that he would always be the first and last to give me his blessings. As such, he mounted my ass and told me I would receive his final blessing. After he gave me his blessing, he told the parishioners that the services had ended, but he wanted to spend additional time with me. Two of the three responded, “thank you father.” After the others had left, the father gave me some water to drink, saying that it was important to remain hydrated. Before doing so, he once again placed a butt plug in my ass. This one was similar to the first one, yet larger. The father then led me over to the confessional. Once he was inside, he asked me to confess my thoughts. Although the drugs were wearing off, my mind was still buzzing. I simply didn’t know how to respond, and indicated as much. An older Aids wasting guy? A beefy rough bear, with an apparent record of success? A young passionate red headed buck? The father explained that it was time for him to confess. He explained that todays experience was to help all parties involved in making a choice. He explained that the Wednesday service was just to be between him and his brethren at first, however I was to arrive after the service. He explained that tonight was a selection process, to decide who would lead me to the path of salvation, and make me the man that I desired to become. He advised me that he would ask both the brethren, and myself about our thoughts on Wednesday. He advised me to think long and hard about my experiences tonight, and decide who I would like to lead me down the path to my salvation. He told me to be ready on Sunday afternoon, and with that he said he would message me with the service time on Sunday. With that, he made the sign of the cross upon my forehead, and said, “depart in peace.”

I guess the short answer to your question would be no, not all tops have the right to bottoms' asses, simply because absolutely nobody can deny each person's individuality and free will. That's where consent takes a major role, whether consciously or unconsciously, explicit or not. Maybe we can get confused with bottoms who identify themselves as objects (garbage, either) for the mere pleasure of all men, but in this case I believe that the original free will was taken from them by a man, men, or someone else at an early developing stage, and that morphed their individuality into something else. Having said that, I've read all the replies in this thread and haven't seen one person make the distinction between alpha an beta males, and that's extremely important in this scenario. Assuming there's consent from both ways (even Dom tops make a decision at some point in their lives to be dominant fuckers), only alphas will take the initiative and claim asses for themselves. If a man doesn't hunt for holes and take them for himself, then he's half a man, he's a beta. So don't confuse them and speak as if all tops were the same. We alphas can almost smell sluts from far away, so we can identify cumdumps when we see one; and if we want them, we take them. Also, another important difference is, well, we're at a bareback website: cum. Willingly and vehemently injecting an ass (not a mouth) with our seed is how we OWN a bottom, how we acquire the right to them as holes for our needs. So basically we could say that, if there's consent, alphas (and not any regular guy claiming to be a top) will choose the cumdumps they want to own, but will only have the right to these holes once they breed them. Once an ass is bred, the alpha can claim it whenever he wants, and here there's no consent valid anymore. Now the problem comes when a bottom is bred by many alphas, because his rightful owners could claim him at the same time, and that would be inconvenient to say the least, but that's another topic.

Last night... So yesterday about mid-day, one of the tops that has bred me a couple times with his BBC hit me up and asked if I was available later, which I said I would be hopefully. As the back and forth went along, we determined that he and another guy on Grindr were talking about breeding my hole. The new group chat feature comes in handy sometimes... ? Anywho, by the time 6pm (the appointed time) rolled around, they had managed to round up two more tops for a total of 4. I got back to my hotel room, cleaned out, and got ready in my "fuck me" gear - leather harness, jock strap, and blindfold hood (with mouth hole only). For the next hour and a half, I sucked and was pounded relentlessly. At one point while they were taking turns, one of the tops commented I didn't have a hole left - they'd destroyed it. That's my kind of pussy - fucked into a loose, sloppy mess. I got a pic of my gaped, cum filled and covered pussy a little later. My pussy was sore for a few minutes right as the last top finished, but felt fantastic just a little later. That brings up an interesting point - do any other slutty bottoms out there get sore pussies? How long can you take it before needing a break? My hole was being fucked good and hard for about an hour. LOVE being a slutty bareback cumwhore!

when random strangers fuck me(which is all the time lol) i assume they are just using me for a cumhole and nothing more. i know that even most guys who use whores like me think i'm way too trashy to date.i'm just some hot slut thats willing to take their load and i'm easy to use. most men who fuck me dont even tell me their name and many dont even let me see their face. im literally just a fucktoy they use to get themselves off

MEETING THE ELDERS When I arrived at the temple, Father promptly greeted me wearing nothing but his scarf and a wide smile. The temple looked somewhat different this time. I was completely dark, with the exception of the red candles on the alter, and other similar candles around the room. Behind the alter there were three chairs with three red hooded and robed figures in them. Behind them was a St Andrews cross with a red scarf draped across it. Father instructed me to disrobe, and be inspected by the Elders. Upon disrobing, the father coverer my eyes with a blindfold and led me to the kneeling bench next to the alter to first receive his blessings. I felt his familiar cock enter my mouth for a brief period, before he removed in, and a different one was in its place. It was hard to believe, but it was longer and thicker than the fathers. As he throat fucked me, he groaned quite a bit. Judging by his very bushy crotch, and the sound of grunts, I was thinking he was an older guy. After 5-10 minutes, his cock was removed, and yet another entered my mouth. Although he was not as thick as the other two, his cock was pierced, and the longest yet. He showed no mercy in ramming his cock down my throat gagging me, and bringing tear to my eyes. Luckily he didn’t throat fuck me for very long, and slapped my face after his cock was withdrawn, and the final cock put in my mouth. This one was quite different. He was quite compassionate patting my head, and kissing what I am sure was a beet red cheek from the slap that I had received. He gently put his cock into my mouth and started thrusting bit by bit, until he reached a feverous pace. As he went balls deep, I could tell that he had a closely trimmed bush. Combined with that and his furious thrusting, I had the feeling that he was rather young. As I sucked his cock, I could feel his cock pre cumming very heavily. As he withdrew his cock, the father said it was now time to receive his blessing and celebrate the fellowship service. He once again led me closer to the alter, and grabbed the all familiar chalice, and said, “drink ye all of it.” By now I was used to the effects of it, but this time, it seemed much more powerful than ever. My mind was flying, and my engorged cock was straining in its chastity device. I had not shot a load in quite some time, and felt the need for release. The father could tell I was in pain, and just said your time will come soon enough son. He led me to the kneeling bench and instructed me to take the proper position. Once again, I felt those familiar shards entering my ass, once again they had a stronger effect on me than ever before. He removed my blindfold, but the three robed individuals must have been behind me, as I was not able to see them. After about 15 minutes, I felt his seed spurting deep in my ass. I was sweating profusely, and the father offered me another drink from the chalice. Everything became very hazy to me. I do remember him telling me it was now time to meet the Elders. He explained that I had just worshiped their cocks to prepared them for entry, however there would not be any blessing that I would receive from them. I begged him to allow their blessings inside me, but as the father explained, this was designed to choose an elder to take me down my chosen path. I pleaded with the father to let me enjoy their blessings, and he just said in time my son. The first to welcome me to the flock was Brother Jay followed by Brothers Stephen and Zack.

There isn't any Iowan options, so I figured to leave a post here for any horny pervs to come to ;).

I was pozzed about a year ago. I am not medicating. I'm aware that it can take ten years, or more, for untreated HIV to develop into AIDS. I'd like to know more about these statistics, though. Is there an average or a bell curve? I've found this article that suggests "five to ten years." https://www.verywellhealth.com/how-long-does-it-take-for-hiv-to-progress-to-aids-47885

Fantastic chapter, certainly worth the wait!

Damn, well that was worth the wait!

Just left after meeting a 24 year old who hir me on scruff. We met in a park and he was waiting in an oversized (must be handicap accessable) portapotty. I locked the door and reached fo take out his cock. It was about 6 inches and fairly thick. Aucked it hard and in about 2 minutes he unloaded in my mouth (that's why I'm the HEADnurse!) I kept stroking and asked if he could go again. He said he thought so. I dropped my pants and leaned against the grab barwhile he slipped in behind me and slipped his cock in my hole. He ducked for a half an hour, cumming 2 more times! My hole was a little tender but quite happy! It was 28 degrees outside but he heated me up nicely! Look forward to him becoming a regular!

It's just a name, and I'm the same age as you.

Totally feel you! I have a beefy ass you could park a fleet of trucks inside but my extra thik big cock is the first thing guys see. Fortunately, I am too thik for most to take so I mainly get oral service, which great if I am also being fuked or fisted at the same time.

Got hit on adam by a black top truck driver who was in my area picking up a load. Met him in the lot where the pick up was supposed to take place. Climbed in the cab and we slipped in the sleeper. Both of us atrippedand I started sucking his cock. His phone rang and he answered while I continued to blow him. . When he hung up he said they were ready for him to pull in for his pick up. He quickly dressed and moved to the driver seat. I asked if I should dress too. He said no, just hang out in the sleeper. He pulled around, backed in and handled the paperwork. Then he got back in the cab, came back fo the sleeper and stripped. I went back to work on his cock which grew to about 10" and thick as my wrist. He then said, "let me get into that ass". I bent over the edge of the bed and he came around me and slipped in my hole while I huffed poppers! Knowing there were guys leading stuff in the back of the trailer for me turned on and it must have him too, because it wasn't too long before he blew a massive load in my hole! Not only did he pick up a load, but he left one for me! Cant wait for him to come back for another laod!

Ultimately the question comes down to a few different concepts. Consent, blanket consent, and autonomy. Can you consent to being a no loads refused bottom? Typically yes, but assuming you have the qualifications to do so (things like age, capacity, etc.) Do you have a right to give, or can you ever have an ability to give blanket consent to someone for unspecified future actions? Typically no, not legally, at least in the US. Functionally, many people do this all the time without ever having a second thought. But as we have seen with #metoo, that doesn't necessarily mean that today's consent or blanket consent cannot be tomorrow's rape claim. Of all the screwed up concepts surrounding sex, consent has become a field of landmines of potential reframing. Does that mean every sexual partner will do that to you, no, but anyone who has ever had a relationship end knows, the past has a way of changing colors when people are angry. Calling to check on someone can become controlling. Rough sex can become rape. A high sex drive can become coercion and sexual assault. Or so it seems. We have all had a moment, most likely many, that we did something with out partners that they didn't want done, and they may have went along with it to spare our feelings, to not create a problem, because they were too tired to argue, etc. And that will be one of the first things that will surface when love turns to anger. Essentially, and effectively, we are all guilty of rape and sexual assault under conditions in which even explicit consent isn't a concrete idea and is instead an abstract subject to future revision. That's the cold hard reality. And all of that feeds into the concept of autonomy. Which is the right to choose for ourselves. And really doesn't exist in that scenario. Consent doesn't tangibly exist and is ultimately in the eye of the beholder to the experience. You can be a Dom top using a bottom, a bottom being used by a top, a consenting sexual partner, or anything you choose to be in any sexual situation. Legally, you don't have the ability to do what you say, to give blanket consent to tops to do with you as they please to get off on being used. But functionally, that's what everyone is already doing. Every top is or is not using you, and every bottom is and is not being used. It's all about how any of the participants choose to see thebsexual situation. At least in the future after the event. And, in that context, if we look at Kavanagh and Ford (Supreme Court nominee and rape accuser) both are 100% correct about what did or did not happen. TLDR, in short, fantasy is now reality, you already have whatever experience you choose to say that you have had with someone. Even if it didn't actually happen. Welcome to a world that has completely divorced itself from the concept of reality being shared experience.

I arrived to my hotel last night with little to no expectations for an hook up. I was tired from driving and I am in a smaller city that has a very small gay community. Ever the pig that I am, I jumped on to bbrt to see what the local action was all about. Only 20 guys on for the entire city/town. I started to unpack and kind of forgotten I had logged on until I noticed I had an email. Local guy the usual email with what’s up...we started chatting and after he unlocked his pics he was quite handsome. He told me he would try and find a buddy to come over and they would take turns seeding my hole. Cool, I said. We continued to message back and forth, he was having no luck finding another top. He asked which hotel i was staying at and when I told him he sent back a message that led me to believe he didnt want to travel that far. I pretty much gave up and started watching tv when I noticed an email from him. He said he was coming over alone and to meet in the lobby. I am staying a upscale resort overlooking a pool, marina and inter coastal waterway along the Gulf of Mexico. We met in the lobby and it was obvious both liked what we saw. He was my age early 50s and in very good shape. I could see the definition of his chest through his shirt. Got back to the room and we started making out and undressing. His cock was about 7” and thick. He asked me what the view from my balcony was so I showed him. We were in various states of oral, rimming and finally he told me he wanted my hole. Once he slid in, he smiled and said “my friends that didnt come over are fools”! Pretty nice compliment! He started to pick up the pace and I asked if we should take this fucking outside to the balcony. He agreed so we turned off all of the lights in my room and went out to the balcony where i bent over the railing and he began to plow my ass profusely. This hotel is a large Marriott and there are balcony on each side and above/below mine. I admit i was nervous but also very turned on! After a few minutes, he suggested we go back to the bed so he could suck my cock while he was fucking me missionary style. We fuck in many different positions and are both genuinely having a good time. I told him that I want him to breed me on the balcony when he’s ready. He grabs me and takes me out again and starts to plow my hole harder than before. I notice there is a security guard sitting in a chair across the way. Doubtful he could see us but the thought that he could turned both of us on! Soon he told me was going to shoot, I told to load me up. He let out a groan (louder than I would have preferred considering where we were) and planted his seeds deep in my ass. His body shuttered for a bit and held on to my hips as a few more blobs of cum went inside of me. He finally pulled out and i turned and we made out. We went back inside and chatted, comparing stories and giving each other our names lol. After we took a shower together to clean up, he went home to his partner. It was a really hot evening especially considering I had little to no expectations!

BROTHER JAY As it turned out, Brother Jay who was the first one that I sucked, was also the first to be introduced. All of the candles in the room had been blown out, except for several small flickering flames. Brother Jay, still clad in his red robe, slowly walked in front of me, with just a single red candle illuminating his face. His hood shrouded most of his face, but from what I could see, his cheeks and face were quite drawn and grey looking. He placed his candle in a candelabra next to the alter and slowly removed his robe and hood. His body looked much like his face, all sunken in. His ribs protruded like a dying horse, and his body was covered in lesions. My guess was correct. Brother Jay had to be at least 70 years old. His cock was already fully erect, and Id say it was a good 9 inches, perhaps because it looked so strong and firm against his wasting body. He was already leaking a yellow tinted ooze from his cock, not the usual pearly cum that I was accustomed to. He did not allow me to service his cock for long before instructing me to assume the position. He slowly entered my ass and started to pound me in a steady rhythm. His weak voice started to become very guttural, and I knew he was close to blowing. The father also realized this, and told him his time was done, however I was to receive his blessings down my throat. He obeyed the father and moved to the front of me, and quickly released his seed into my awaiting mouth. His cum tasted quite bitter and strange to me. It wasn’t the familiar taste of semen, and blood, but I thanked him for his blessing. BROTHER STEPHEN Brother Stephen was the next to welcome me to the fold. He moved around me just as Brother Jay did with the single red candle. He quickly dropped his robe to reveal a furry bear daddy with a number of tats, including a scorpion and biohazard tattoo with numerous names surrounding it. I tried to count them, but lost count after around 10. His meaty fuck stick was hanging semi hard, and once again he aggressively stuck it into my mouth, and began to aggressively face fuck me. This time I was better prepared for it though. After about 5 minutes, he removed his rock hard cock from my mouth and spit on my face. He reached over to the alter, and placed a cruel condom upon his rigid cock, and told me that he wanted to make this count. I had never been seeded with a guy wearing a cruel condom, but had always wanted to experience it. He moved around my backside, and just as he shoved his cock down my throat, he shoved it up my ass, balls to the wall. As he was fucking me, he grabbed my head, pulling it back until I thought my neck was going to snap. He turned my head, and once again spit into my face. He began to pump harder and faster, and began to moan. Father reminded him that I was not to receive his blessing in my ass. As I felt his cock pulsing in me, he simply told the father, “too late.” The father simply walked in front of me and extinguished the candle which he placed in the candelabra. It was obvious that the father was not pleased. BROTHER ZACK It was time for my final introduction. As he walked around me, his hood was off, and his robe wide open. It was my fantasy come true, as he had bright red hair, and as they say, his carpet matched the drapes. As a red head, his body was quite pasty. Once again, as I had thought, he was a young buck. His body was chiseled, and he was showing signs of a six pack. The only hair on his body was a slight treasure trail leading up from his shaved fire crotch. He was no more than 20 years old I had guessed. Once again, he treated me with compassion, rubbing his hands across my cheeks. Although I go love rough sex, there is something to be said about compassion. Apparently there was for him also, as his cock slowly began to rise as he caressed me. Before inserting his rock hard cock in my mouth, he bent down and kissed me. So much different than brother Stephen. He slowly and gently began to fuck my face, and it wasn’t long before I started tasting his salty precum. He quickly moved around me, spreading my ass cheeks wide, and began to eat the seed which Brother Stephen had deposited in me. As he removed his tongue from my ass, I was prepared to receive his cock, however he came to my front, and felched brother Stephens seed to me. My cock had finally had enough, and although caged, it shot an amazing load on the floor. He got on the floor, and greedily licked it up, once again felching it with me. Although there was not much of my seed on the floor, he scooped up what he could with his finger, and rubbed it upon my now wrecked hole. He inserted his cock into my hole, and fucked strong and steady, just like a young buck does. His pace quickened, and I knew he was about to blow after about 15 minutes. He quickly removed his cock from my ass, and came around to my face. Although my mouth was wide open, he cam all over my face, with only some getting into my mouth. Even after he came, he was rock hard, and pushed the cum on my face into my eagerly awaiting mouth.

Of course ! i Am in France and I was chasing aids for a year, and I started with a poz gifter student in Chicago... he invited me to come to him in Chicago in May during ilm and I did it for a week of pure perversion fuck... the last day he did a blood slam with me to be sure I take his med resistant strain and 2 weeks later in France I was sick like hell

Same here. I've had several good fucks from guys that had stopped on their way through for gas or food or something. Had a daddy bear type stop by on his way through a few months ago for some hot making out and oral. Tonight, he stopped by again and I got in his hungry raw ass.

YES! This! And I love not knowing their names... Honestly, so many times, I've taken a load from someone who has fucked me a bunch of times, and not realized who he once. A few times, its happen when a guy has already fucked me that night... But hey, sometimes I'm blindfolded, or taking loads in the dark room. or just bent over, busy sucking a dick. Drives me insane when guys try to force their ideals on me, and tell me if I had some more self-esteem/valued myself, maybe I'd have 'more luck' finding a partner and people wouldn't just treat me like a piece of meat.... uh... nope, it's not a self-esteem thing, buddy. It's that that's exactly the sex I want to be having. I'm actually doing quite well in the self-esteem department, because guys love breeding my ass, and keep coming back over and over. Really boosts the confidence. I don't have a partner because I have no interest in it... I'm not just slutting around until "I find the one". I always get a laugh out of guys who meet me in a really no-strings setting, maybe meet me a few more times, and then start texting me lovey-doveys and asking if i'd ever date, if I'd be open to a relationship, if I'd 'settle down'. Honestly? You really think the guy you want to get into a monogamous relationship with is the guy whose ass you were the 13th to breed in a day, who you found on craigslist? Not that I'm totally closed off to the idea of a relationship, but I know I wouldn't be happy completely changing myself... The other thing I find is that guys who have a ton of fun with me when it's anonymous, as we get to know each other, a big chunk of get this 'I respect you too much to treat you like that' mentality, and then the sex we have just... sucks. Like.... See? You fucking loved it when you were just breeding some slut, but now that you know me a little bit, the sex sucks. I mean, it doesn't have to... you could pretty much just say 'bend over faggot', and I'd instantly be game... but a lot of guys get in their heads about shit, man.

nothing wrong there.some of us dirtier faggot whores embrace our trashiness. i personally love it when a guy who fucks me tells me im trash.specially if he spits in my face before or after he breeds me

https://www.xvideos.com/video34187381/el_pozote_y_yo If this doesn’t get you off, well... =:@p

As a top, I've found many bottoms want to be dominated. I'm a rough-around-the-edges type of guy anyway, so I'm not the type to finesse a bottom. Usually guys like when you're kind of a dick about it.

Since I accepted my condition of bottom, I never have said no to a man. when a man asked for fuck , no matter how he looks or his age, I accept, is my duty. Other thing is when he gets rude or try to do things that are beyond my limits, I have the right to refuse.

Hey guys! Another D and daddy update for y’all. I haven’t had sex since my last post when I took all of those loads. Daddy has been out of town and d and I have conflicting work schedules. However last night, I was invited to stay the night with d. I gladly accepted. D is about 6’2 White, about 150, blonde hair blue eyes. He has a huge cock as well. Anyways, he’s in the closet (daddy knows we fuck around but he doesn’t know that anyone knows he likes my hole so much.) I’m not very masc looking or acting. I’m not totally fem but not totally masc either. Anyway d has me over cause he wanted to fuck me all night. I came over and met daddy. (For the first time to d’s knowledge.) we hung out a bit until around 10:30ish. We were both “really tired.” And went to D’s room. Usually d and I have some sort of foreplay prior to fucking but boy this guy was horny. As soon as we got to the room I was pushed on my knees and my ass was propped up. He pulled my shorts down so my hole was showing and he ate my hole like it was his last meal. He spit on his cock and thrusted into me. I’m a bit of a moaner but daddy was awake so d had my mouth covered with his hand. I felt his cock shoot in my hole and he slid out of my hole. He came in me 4 times after that in various positions. He finally passed out around 1:30. I went downstairs to get a drink of water, knowing and hoping daddy was down there. And he was. “Hey boy.” Daddy said. “Hey.” I replied. We chat for a bit. Daddy is as tall as d, he’s only in his 40s but already has Anderson Cooper like hair. It drives me insane. Every time I see him I want to be his little slut. I took daddy by the belt into his bedroom. He started kissing me and feeling on my ass. I’m rubbing his hard cock through his jeans. Daddy pushes me on my back and takes my shorts off. My legs are straight in the air like the whore I am and I’m guiding an unlubed cock into my hole. “Fuck my son got you real wet. “ “I want you to make me flood daddy.” I said. This is the first time I’ve called me daddy to his face. He rips off his shirt and places his hands on the back of my neck and begins to fuck me as hard as he can. “You like daddy’s cock huh?” “Yes daddy.” Calling him daddy makes him animalistic. He wants to cum in me almost as much as I want it. “You want daddy to give you his babies boy? “ “yes please daddy.” “Please cum inside me” I beg as he groans and let’s his cock spray my guts. He pulls his cock from my hole and he’s still hard. His cock is covered in cum. I happily clean him off. “Your such a good boy for daddy. “ “I’ll be the best for you daddy.” He pulls me up to my feet and bends me over. My back is arched. And he’s got a hold of my hair and his cock is buried deep inside my pussy. He pumps me for about 10 minutes and gives me another load. He doesn’t pull out though. He waits a second and turns me around. I’m on my back. His rock hard baby maker is still stretching my hole. He’s kissing my neck and telling me how much he loves daddy’s little slut. “Pleas give me another load daddy. Please. “ I beg. “You want another one boy?” “Really bad sir. “ he starts slamming into my hole again. “Oh fuck daddy cum inside me.” “Fuck baby I’m gonna shoot. “ “yeah shoot deep inside me daddy. Fuck yeah daddy.” He empties his balls in me completely. He kisses me and I’m off to Ds room. I don’t even bother putting my clothes on. I’m just in my jock. D is still sleeping. I climb in bed with him and start rubbing my ass against his boxer covered cock. This wakes him up. He takes his cock and traces my hole. “Oh fuck man. My cum flooded your hole didn’t it? “ he says with a confident grin. “Yes.” I reply. I take his cock and insert it into my cum sloppy pussy and push back on his strokes. “I’m getting close d, cum inside me.” “Fuck yeah bro, your hole feels amazing. “ d keeps fucking until both of us end up cunning. Him adding another load to my hole, and me spraying all over his sheets. He wraps his hand around my waist and fall asleep. We wake up the next morning and daddy has cooked breakfast. I borrow a pair of shorts from d. As im leaving daddy says “hey kid, I just wanna say, I bet d and I are both happy you found your way to our family. “

PART 4 Tim’s cock wasn’t even halfway in me and I was sure I was being torn up. My first cock was huge and I was trying so hard to relax. But as he slowly worked his hips and worked that massive rod into me, my hole finally seemed to open up. And it felt so good. Instant bottom. And he just kept slowly pumping that man cock into me. “Fuck your hole is so tight. Such a hot little hole,” he grunted. Inspired by the fact that I was pleasing him, for the first time I pushed back against him. I wanted more of him inside me. I wanted to make him feel good. I wanted to make him cum. “Yeah, you like it. You like that big cock inside you don’t you?” He asked. “So good, feels so good,” was all I could get out, as he picked up speed. He wasn’t pounding me, but he was getting more aggressive and taking longer strokes. I had never even imagined it could feel so good. And knowing my hole was making his cock feel good got me so hot I knew i couldn’t even touch my cock. It was like steel and precum was pouring out. I would cum the second I started stroking. And now I was getting pounded. Each slam home knocking my breath out. “Oh god oh god oh god,” who knows how many times I said that. “So close. Fucking tight little boy ass,” he grunted through clenched teeth. “Wanna.... wanna make you cum. Cum in me. Cum in me, “ I begged. He was frantic now, his thrusts getting erratic. It seemed like he was close. “Can’t cum in you. Gotta... gotta pull out. Fuck gonna cum. Oh fuck gonna cum.” I don’t even know where it came from or why it seemed so important to me, an 18 year old virgin, but I wanted to make him cum with my ass. I didn’t want him to finish jerking off. “No! I practically shouted reaching out my hands and pulling him into me, just as he was trying to pull out. Gripping him, I felt him buck and spasm as his giant cock erupted inside of me. I ground into him as I felt his cock pulse and instinctively knew what thAt meant, each spasm meant a shot of cum spraying into me. And it spasmed a lot. I loosened my grip as he finished and I felt his orgasm subside. He slowly slid out of me and looked down. “I’m Sorry. I shouldn’t have let you, I shouldn’t have finished inside you,“ he said quietly. I looked up at him, naive as I was. “Why? It felt so good. I swear, it felt SO GOOD. And I wanted to make you cum with... with my butt. And I FELT it! Your cum. I could feel it like in me,” I said like a kid that just discovered candy. He just looked at me in the same way and said, “Chris, it’s not... it isn’t safe for... I have HIV.”

Part 3: HAL HAS HIS WAY Jared’s phone vibrated as he walked up to Hal’s door. Another call from Ryan. He ignored it. He definitely didn’t want to talk to his friend right now… he wasn’t even sure if he still wanted to be friends. How could he be around someone who had rejected him completely, betrayed him even, like Ryan had? The truth was he didn’t feel much like socialising at all right now. Even with Hal who been so sweet last night. He HAD tried to cancel, but Hal had sounded so disappointed on the phone… so here he was. He took a deep breath and knocked on the door. The door opened and the first thing he saw was the smile. Definitely the most beautiful smile he had ever seen. And… he was suddenly glad he hadn’t cancelled. “Hey. I’m so glad you made it.” Hal said, ushering him in. He was wearing blue jeans that just seemed to magically rest on his hips and a black button up shirt that fit his body like a glove. The sleeves were rolled up about halfway up the forearm and the top button had come undone allowing a glimpse, just a tantalising glimpse, at that amazing chest. Hal pulled him into a warm hug and kissed him on the forehead. “Dinner will be ready in 10 or 15 minutes. Come into the kitchen with me.” Jared followed and watched, amazed, as Hal moved expertly around the kitchen. It felt so normal, like a real date. The kind that almost everyone he knew from Church and school had been going on for years. Not him though. Ryan had been the only other gay guy he had known about.. and Ryan, of course, had no interest in dating him. No. He wouldn’t think about Ryan. Not tonight. This beautiful man was being so kind, so amazing, to him. Tonight was about Hal. No one else. “Mind setting the table?” Hal smiled again. “Plates are in that cupboard and silverware is there.” Keep smiling like that to me and I will do anything for you, Jared thought to himself. The whole time they chatted easily, almost effortlessly, and Jared let himself relax. As they sat down to dinner, however, Hal pulled out a bottle and set it on the table. Damn, Jared thought. Wine. Alcohol. “I… um… don’t drink. I’m Mormon.” “Really? That’s too bad. I picked this up especially for you.” Hal seemed to think for a split second, then smiled again. That warm and disarming smile. “I know a little about Mormons. I don’t think they like gay guys that much do they?” “No. I guess not.” “So, you told me yesterday that you want to have sex with a guy someday. If you are willing to do that then surely a little wine can’t be THAT terrible, can it?” Jared had heard the argument before. But when Hal said it — with his beautiful, kind smile — it just made sense to him. And he really didn’t want to seem too awkward to his new friend. “I guess not.” Hal poured half a glass and handed it to him. “Just try a little, if you don’t like it we’ll find something else for you.” Jared nodded. “Cool. A toast then.” Hal poured himself a glass as well and raised it. “To the cutest guy in town.” Jared blushed. Could Hal really like him? Really? His hand trembled a bit as he brought the glass to his lips. This was a line he thought he would never cross, a rule he would never break. But he allowed a little of the wine to flow into his mouth. And he wanted to gag. People actually liked this stuff? Ugh. “You ok?” Hal asked. “Um. Yeah. Just didn’t taste like I thought it would. It’s good.” Jared lied. If dinner had smelled good, it tasted even better. Jared even managed to drink his wine. Although his stomach had almost turned when Hal poured him a second glass of the horrible stuff. It was his own fault, he told himself, he was the one who had lied. God was clearly punishing him for that lie. They cleared the table and did dishes together, their bodies close together over the sink. Jared could picture them doing this together for the rest of their lives. He tried to shake himself out of it — it was too early for such thoughts — but it seemed so real to him. And he liked the thought… maybe he could pretend. Just for tonight. He was almost disappointed when the dishes were done. “Why don’t you have a seat on the sofa and I’ll get us something to drink.” Jared found his way to the living room and took a seat. He felt a little flushed and light headed. So this is what drunk felt like. Didn’t feel so bad so far. Soft music started playing and he turned around to see Hal putting a remote down. He didn’t realise, of course, that the remote had also turned on the video cameras around the room. Hal handed him what looked like orange juice. “Try this, I think you’ll like it more than the wine.” Jared took a sip and smiled. He could taste the bitter undertone of some kind of alcohol but the orange juice made the drink very palatable. This was more like it. He took a big drink, almost emptying the glass. Hal sat down close to him on the sofa and put his arm around him. Jared rested against the beautiful man’s chest. Oh! This was amazing. Between the music, the alcohol, and Hal’s warm and fit body — well, it was all just so… perfect. Fingers rested on his chin, lifting his face up. Hal’s lips met his and they kissed. Hal’s tongue slipped, teasingly, into his mouth. A little moan escaped Jared’s lips. “You are so amazing.” Hal whispered. “You are so special.” Hal’s hand rested on his back, holding their bodies close. Jared didn’t think his cock had ever been so hard. He tried not to look but Hal’s cock was obviously hard as well. Hal raised Jared’s hand and placed it on his pec. The twink couldn’t believe how excited it made him feel. He was sweating just a little. Their lips met again; Hal’s hand slowly slid down his back. So slowly it was almost unnoticeable. But Jared noticed. Should I stop it? He asked himself. I don’t want to let things get out of hand. He was saving himself for the guy he would spend the rest of his life with. But, right now, it just felt so good. Hal felt so good. Maybe, this is the man he would be with forever? “You are so beautiful, Jared. I think I may love you already.” Jared swooned. Could it be true? It must be… why would Hal say it otherwise? His doubts slipped away and he said a little silent prayer to Heavenly Father to thank him. Hal’s fingers slipped into the waist band of his jeans. Grazing his butt. Jared shivered at the gentle caress of fingers on a part of him that had never been touched this way before. He let his own hand drift down. From Hal’s chest, down his abs, to rest over the straining bulge in the virile man’s jeans. He could feel the warm throbbing flesh through the denim. He didn’t realise his fingers were moving in sync with Hal’s fingers on his butt. “Take it out.” Hal whispered. Jared’s fingers were shaking as he fumbled with the button and zipper. A still, small voice in his head said to slow down. Stop. But he didn’t slow down. He didn’t stop. He couldn’t stop. The shaft rose to freedom as the containing zipper was pulled away. Jared had gotten a bit of a look in the sauna but now… now his fingers wrapped eagerly around it. The first cock he had ever touched besides his own but his hand instinctively started stroking. Then… Gasp! Hal’s fingers slipped into his crack and touched him… down there. In that most sensitive spot. He hadn’t even noticed own belt and jeans being unfastened. A fluid, white or perhaps slightly yellow, dripped from the hard cock in his hand. He had heard of pre-cum, even if didn’t produce much himself, but it didn’t look quite like he expected. Still, what else could it be? Hal broke their kiss and put his hand on the back of Jared’s head. “Taste it.” It wasn’t a request but Jared didn’t mind. He liked when Hal was assertive, in control. He felt no need to worry or resist. Just relax and go with the flow. And so he allowed the hand on the back of his head guide him to lean over Hal’s lap. Until he faced the big cock. The strange fluid dripping down the shaft. He parted his lips and cock became the first ever to enter his mouth. New smells, tastes, sensations filled him. He needed more. His mouth began working up and down the solid pillar. “Teeth.” Hal hissed. He did his best to keep his teeth off the cock. A cock that seemed even thicker in his mouth that it had in his hand. But he was doing it! He was a cocksucker now… and he felt, strangely, proud of that. He couldn’t see Hal lean back and give a thumbs up to the camera or point to his ass… mouthing “Next!” with an evil smile. He could only feel as Hal’s fingers again caressed his butt, his crack, his sphincter. Gently circling. Feeling like it would push through only to dance away. It was driving him crazy. He wanted to beg Hal to do it… but he couldn’t talk with him mouth so full. Jared wasn’t sure how long he sucked the dick. But his lips, his tongue, his mouth were all coated with the dripping fluid he assumed was pre-cum. A fair amount had even worked it’s way down his throat even though there was no way he could go far enough on the cock for it to even approach his throat. Finally, Hal gently lifted his head off his cock. “Let’s go lay down.” This was it. Jared knew it was the moment. He was going to surrender his virginity to this man. But it was ok. They loved each other. This was the man he was going to be with forever. Hal helped him to stand. Jared’s jeans and underwear fell to the floor. His shirt followed. He was completely naked while Hal was still dressed, albeit with his cock still out of his jeans. Hal took his hand and led him to the bedroom. The music was playing in here as well. And, unbeknownst to Jared, Hal turned off the living room cameras and turned on the bedroom ones. Their lips met again while Hal gently laid Jared on the bed and laid atop him. Grinding their crotches together. It felt good. So good. But Jared was ready now. Ready for the next step. Ready to surrender his most precious gift to the man he felt he now loved. “Please, Hal. Please make love to me.” “Say it again. Say it louder.” “Please make love to me.” “It’s going to hurt. The first time. But I will be as gentle as i can.” Hal smiled one of his warm smiles. He was lying, of course, he was going to rough up this hole good. All the better to “impregnate” the bitch… but this naive slut-to-be didn’t need know that. He rolled Jared over. He kissed the twink’s body and moved slowly down. His lips kissing, teasing, his prey’s neck. His shoulders. Back. Butt. Then, ever so gently (so as not to spook the bitch), the warm hole. Like any good bottom, touched for the first time, a quake of pleasure ran through Jared’s whole body. The tongue on his hole was so unexpected… but felt sooooo good. The fingers that followed, that slowly pried his hole open, didn’t feel as good. But he understood he needed to be opened a bit for the big dick that was about to enter him. Claim him. Hal lifted Jared so he was on elbows and knees with his face flat to the bed. Hal’s fingers spread lube on his hole. Almost time. Jared watched as Hal lubed his cock… “Wait… aren’t you going to use a condom?” Jared turned to face the man he was giving himself to. “Why? You don’t have anything I should worry about, do you?” “No, no… I don’t have anything.” “Good. This is our first time. I want this to be special. The first time of many. I want to feel myself inside you. You trust me, don’t you?” Jared knew he should say no. Insist on a condom. But he was so horny, so relaxed from the alcohol. He just couldn’t bring himself to argue. “I trust you.” He returned to the pose Hal wanted him in. The cock slipped up his crack. And down. Back and forth. Teasing his hole. One of Hal’s hands on his hip, holding him tight. Pressure. This was it. It was time to… The sound that burst out of Jared was primal. Barely human. Hal’s second hand wrapped around his mouth, muffling the cry. Every muscle in his body wanted to move. Get away from the pain. But Hal held him tight. “Shhhh, baby. It’s ok. Just relax. You are going to love this. I promise. This is something that will be with you for the rest of your life.” Jared did his best, but his body kept trying to move despite his best efforts. Hal’s firm control succeeded in holding him in place, however, as the cock slid slowly deeper and deeper. He didn’t know how long it took, but he was startled when he felt Hal’s thighs resting against his butt. His lover’s cock was all the way in. Balls deep. He had surrendered himself completely. Hal’s cock pulled back. And thrust in again. And again. And again. It still hurt, more than any other pain Jared could remember, but at the same time it felt… good? Natural? Right? Like he was complete in a way he had never felt before. He didn’t notice as his body began thrusting back. Begging without words for Hal to fill his hole with cock. To make him whole. “Your hole is so tight. You feel so good.” Hal said. Strangely loudly as if for someone else to hear. “How do you feel?” “I feel… amazing!” “You like that big cock, then? You like it fucking your boy pussy?” Hal sounded less gentle, less loving now. The wording threw Jared a little. It seemed so raunchy. So coarse. But it was true. And he liked it. He liked Hal talking to him this way. “Yes, I love you fucking me.” “Good boy. I’m getting close. You ready? You want it?” “Yes… please. Cum in me.” Hal smiled in triumph. He thrust again. Hard. Driving the breath out of Jared’s lungs. Again. And again. And… His body shook as his balls drew up and fired his deadly load into the no-longer virgin hole. He shifted forward, his body pressing Jared flat into the bed, his cock still buried deep. Keeping his cum inside to do it’s job. Jared wanted to stoke his own cock but it was trapped beneath his own body. He thought Hal would pull out after a moment… but was amazed that the cock inside him stayed mostly hard. He tried to catch his breath but it was hard with Hal’s weight on him. Slowly Hal began moving again. Thrusting again. Fucking him again. Even harder than the first time. “Who’s my little bitch?” Hal hissed. “I am. I’m your bitch.” “Fuck yeah!” Hal lasted longer the second time. Thrusting hard. Merciless. All the while whispering nasty things in Jared’ ear. But eventually, he came again. When he finally rolled off and lay next to Jared, the twink’s hole was aching. But he was still so horny. Jared reached to stoke his own cock. He needed to burst. But Hal pulled him in close and began kissing him again. Jared found himself in another position where he couldn’t reach his cock. Jared thought they would fall asleep, spend the night together. After awhile however, of holding each other and kissing, Hal rolled off the bed. “That was amazing.” The taller man said. “You are amazing.” Jared smiled and blushed. “You too. I’m so glad you were my first.” He wanted to, finally, stroke his own cock.. .which was jutting up from his crotch demanding attention. But it felt awkward now that Hal was standing. “I’m glad too, I had a really good time… but I have to go out of town for work tomorrow. Best call it a night.” “Oh. Ok.” Jared stood up, confused, and followed Hal out to the living room. He found his discarded clothes and dressed. “Is everything ok? Did I do something wrong?” “No, you were great. If I didn’t have such a crazy day tomorrow I would definitely have you stay over. We will do this again when I’m back, ok?” There was something… off-putting… about the way that Hal was speaking. Distant. Less affectionate. Jared didn’t know what to say, or what to think, so he let Hal usher him out the door. Hal couldn’t help but laughing after he kicked the twink out. That had gone even better than he expected. But it had taken longer than expected as well. It was already midnight. He had promised his subscribers some footage by 11. He did some quick editing and put a short teaser video out of some of the key moments of Jared’s seduction. “As promised, there is one less virgin — Mormon no less — and one new boipussy-in-the-making tonight. Here are some key scenes. Just a preview tonight.. more coming in the morning." It didn’t take long for his subscribers to start commenting. “More!” “I hope you pozzed him up good.” “I thought he would balk when he saw your gono dick. Don’t think the bitch knew what he was looking at. lol.” “You going to breed him again? I think he’s in love with you.” Hal leaned back in his chair. He would definitely fuck the boi again. He wanted to make sure the boi got his gift…. but that gonorrhoea would show up in a week or two. And the bitch was going to freak out. Still he had time to fuck him, and fuck with his head, one more time before he dumped the stupid fucker. NEXT: RYAN GETS MORE, JARED GETS DESPERATE

Part 2: Jared and the Jock “What do you mean I need to pay to go in?” Jared complained. “I’m just looking for a friend.” “Uh huh.” The man at the sauna entrance rolled his eyes. “Everyone is just looking for a friend in there.” Jared’s face turned red. “That’s not what I meant! I’m just looking for MY friend. He came in earlier and isn’t answering my calls.” “You think that, maybe, he’s just busy having a good time?” The clerk smirked. “Maybe he doesn’t want to be bothered?” The thought had occurred to Jared... he wasn’t stupid. He, of course, preferred his own interpretation. He would go in, save Ryan, who would be so grateful that he would (of course) FINALLY agree to be boyfriends. “Please. I just want to make sure he’s ok.” “Sorry, mate. Either you pay, or you stand aside to let the guys waiting behind you to go in.” “Ease up, Dave.” A voice said behind Jared. “I’ll cover him.” Jared turned around. And up… the man behind him was tall, about 6 foot 2 and about 22 years old he guessed. Jared tried not to stare: at the man’s almost almond shaped brown eyes, dark hair, full lips… or his oh SO very tight and fit body. It was all Jared could do to not reach out and feel the red shirt which was caressed the stranger’s chest. Or glance down at what the blue jeans were hiding. “Oh. Um.” Jared stuttered. “Th-thank you so much.” “No worries, mate.” The man smiled (sending Jared's heartbeat racing) as he paid for both their admissions. “I’m Hal.” “I’m Jared.” “Let’s go inside and see if we can find your friend.” Hal put a hand on Jared’s lower back and steered him. Jared blushed. He needed to stay focused on Ryan he told himself... but the hand felt soooo good there. So natural. Firm but gentle. He didn't object. The twink did not notice the wicked grin that Hal shared with the clerk. “You have to be careful in places like this.” Hal said. “The vultures in here will be all over a beautiful guy like you. But don’t worry, I’ll protect you.” Jared just nodded. He felt so lucky to have stumbled on such a nice guy. And he had to admit, he loved the jealous looks other guys were throwing his way. Hal insisted they change into the towels the clerk had given them. “It will be easier if we just blend in.” He assured Jared. If Hal had been sexy fully dressed, Jared almost passed out seeing him get naked and wrap the towel around him. He even caught a glimpse of Hal’s cock. Hal’s very big cock. Jared's own cock, decent size if nothing special he knew, started to swell in response. He tried to cover it. If Hal had noticed, however, he was polite enough not to say anything. A man who looked like Hal was probably used to that reaction Jared told himself. "The club is kind of a big circle." Hal said as he they walked. He whispered in Jared's ear as they walked, pointing out the different areas. Jared could barely focus on the words. There was no sign of Ryan. “Maybe he’s, you know, in one of the booths right now?” Hal suggested. “Let’s sit down and wait a few minutes then we can go around again.” Jared just nodded. He wanted to find Ryan, of course he did, but he definitely didn’t mind all this attention he was getting from Hal. The tall man led him to a little room with a series of benches. Porn was playing on a TV screen. Jared blushed and tried not to look. But his eyes kept betraying him. He had watched porn before, alone in his room, always praying for forgiveness after. It was different seeing it here with other people around. Both more embarrassing and more exciting. “Tell me about your friend.” Hal asked. “How do you know each other.” “We’ve known each other for years. From both school and church. We're both Mormons -- the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. Well. I am. Ryan doesn't think of himself as a member anymore." “You sound like you really care for him.” “I do. I always have.” Jared said with a sigh. “I mean, I know he doesn’t see me that way. As anything more than a friend. But I keep hoping.” Hal put his arm around Jared’s shoulder and pulled him close. Jared allowed himself to rest against the muscular chest. He was sad when thinking about Ryan but his cock was straining even harder from feeling Hal’s hard body against his. He felt like a feather laying on a rock. It was so comfortable. So perfect. “It’s ok.” Hal assured him, pulling them closer. “There is someone out there for you. Either your friend or someone else.” “I hope so. Sometimes I want to just give up. I’ve been saving myself for him. I want to lose my virginity with him. But I think I’m going to die alone.” He didn’t see the hungry look in Hal’s eyes when he mentioned his virginity. “Shhh. Don’t talk like that. Let’s take another walk around and see if we can find him. Ok?” Jared didn’t want to stand up or stop resting against Hal but he did as he was told. He was very pleased, however, when Hal’s hand rested again on his lower back. Slightly lower this time. In that area where it was hard to say if the hand was on his lower back or his butt. Either way, Jared couldn't deny he liked the touch. But still no Ryan. After a couple of circuits of the club they found themselves again in the video room. Jared leaned against Hal without thinking. Just feeling the heat and sexiness of the man. Hal leaned over and kissed his cheek. Jared turned and allowed their lips to meet. Hal’s breath smelled like a breath mint, he thought absently. A very very sexy breath mint. Out of the corner of his eye, Jared noticed two guys walk into the video room. “I’m telling you, he was the hottest piece of ass I’ve had in years.” One of the men said. “A college boy I’m guessing. He had the look.” Jared glanced over without unlocking his lips from Hal. The two men were older, probably in their sixties, and the one talking was flabby and saggy both front and back. His friend was taller and gaunt. He looked ill. “Yeah, yeah.” The gaunt man teased. “You always get lucky when there are no witnesses.” “Well, you should have gotten here earlier. He’d clearly been fucked a couple times tonight — raw based on the cum dripping from his ass — but he was still tight.” Jared’s stomach felt like a lead balloon. Sinking. “Sure, sure.” The gaunt man said. “Well, I suppose I should at least be grateful you aren’t claiming he gave you his virginity.” “Believe me or not. The slut laid there and let me breed his ass. His fit little body writhing and working out my load. He moaned like a bitch too. Didn’t say much but but sounded like he was from London or somewhere close. Posh little cum slut. It was heaven.” Jared couldn’t breathe. He broke the kiss with Hal and turned to face the two men. They didn't even notice him. The gaunt man paused. “You're serious, aren’t you? Some college boy really let you fuck him?” “Told you man, you should have gotten here earlier.” Tears welling up his eyes, Jared jumped up and ran from the room. The old men's eyes followed him curiously. And hungrily. Hal caught up with him in the locker room and put his arm around him again. Holding him as Jared’s body shook with sobs. “I’m guessing that was your friend they were talking about?” “Ryan was willing to get fucked by THAT?” Jared choked out between sobs. “That old fat guy? But doesn’t want to be anything other than friends with me? What the hell is wrong with me? Am I ugly or something?” Hal put his fingers on Jared’s jaw, turning him to face him. “That’s enough of that. I don’t want to hear you say that again.” Jared couldn’t believe how lucky he was. How he had found someone who was so kind when he needed it most. Hal kissed him again. “Let’s get you out of here. OK?” Jared nodded. The two got dressed again and then he let Hal lead him back out of the sauna. Yet again, he didn’t see the smiles and winks between the clerk and Hal. Or the thumbs up that the clerk gave Hal behind his back. “Let’s get you a cab, ok?” Hal said. “I don’t have money for a cab.” “Well, I’ll give you money. I don’t want you walking home alone.” “You don’t have to…” “I want to. And I want to see you tomorrow.” Hal glanced at his watch. “Or today rather. Tonight. A date if you are up for it. Is that ok?” Jared smiled in spite of his torment. And nodded. He was so lucky. Maybe heavenly father could forgive him for being gay. Could allow him to meet someone so wonderful and kind. Hal put his phone number and address in Jared’s phone while they waited for the cab. “So, I’ll see you at 8. Right?” “Yes, that sounds good.” Jared wanted Hal to invite him over now, just to hold him. He didn’t want to be alone, but was afraid to say anything. Hal pulled him close as the cab pulled up, gave him a long and lingering kiss, and held his cell phone up and snapped a picture. “Just something to remind myself how gorgeous you are.” Jared was blushing as he climbed in the cab. The cab driver was watching him in the rear view mirror but didn’t make any comments. Hal watched the cab pull away then pulled his phone back out and uploaded the picture he had just taken. He laughed to himself as he typed out the message to his followers: See this hot little twink? This fine piece of virgin meat doesn’t know it yet, but I’m going to take his cherry in less than 24 hours. Raw. On camera. And he is going to beg me for it. All my subscribers will, of course, get full access to the video. Pre-order now to hear this little cunt scream for mercy.” Hal hummed to himself as he put the phone in his pocket and went back into sauna. The thought of breaking in, and hopefully pozzing, a virgin hole had him rock hard. And there were always guys in the sauna who would happily take his load no questions asked. Life was good.

If the bottom is going to take raw cock, I will decide where I am going to put the load. If he asks me to pull out, he will definitely get it deep in his pussy.

PART 4 “Wait a second,” Jason said, growing suddenly serious. “Before we get this kid slammed up and pozzed deep, there are a few things we need to address.” “Yeah, bud? What’s that?” He looked down at my gym shorts. “First of all, dude, I really need you to unleash that cock. You’re about to tear through the fabric. And let’s see that hairy chest, too—get fuckin’ naked for me.” I looked down to see the outline of my dick hanging down my left thigh, straining against the shorts and leaving a visible wet spot as it drooled toxic precum. I gave Jason a cocky little smirk, then peeled off my tank top, running my hand down my stomach to pull the elastic of my shorts down past my cock and onto the floor. “Now what?” Jason wasn’t looking at my face anymore. He was transfixed by the sight of my dick, still slick with infected seed. “Well, second of all,” he said—and here I caught a demonic glint in his pitch-black pupils—“before we go to the sling room, I need to take a giant leak. Could you direct me to the nearest urinal?” Without another word, I took Conrad by the arm and laid the kid on his back. “Spread your hole, faggot,” I said, taking a moment to look into his eyes with deep affection and brotherly pride. Conrad gave me a blissed-out, boyish grin. Then he reached down to his little jockbutt, pulling it back to reveal the hole I’d seduced with Tina, penetrated raw, and pounded full of poz cum. “That’s good, bro. Fuckin’ beautiful. A little wider, please.” He dug his fingers in deeper and pulled his little cumhole wide enough that a small cascade of my poz offspring dripped onto the bedsheet. “So listen now,” I continued, “Jason and I are gonna show you something new, OK?” Conrad nodded, so incredibly eager to please—no questions asked. A true chemwhore. His eyes locked on mine again, and I gave him an almost imperceptible nod, as if to say: You’re doing great, kid. Jason rested the head of his raw cock against Conrad’s smooth, dripping boyhole. “OK, buddy,” he said to Conrad. “You ready? Here we fuckin' go.” My lil’ bro grunted approval. And then with a slow, single thrust, Jason sank his bare cockhead and veiny shaft into my boy, not stopping until his balls came to rest against the cum-trail dripping steadily from Conrad’s cunt. Jason leaned forward, pressing his dick even deeper as my lil’ bro breathed out a single word: “Yes.” Then Jason closed his eyes and concentrated on the task at hand. “Just stay perfectly still,” he said to Conrad. “Relax your hole for me, boy. There you go. Just like that. Keep it relaxed. Stay right where you are. I’m just about to—“ Before he could even finish his sentence, it happened: he let out a long, guttural moan as his mouth opened wide and his head kicked back. Then he slowly thrust his raw cock even deeper, emptying a bladder full of partypiss into my beautiful fucked-up boy. I don’t know how long it took for him to release everything he’d stored up, but one thing was clear: my lil’ bro’s guts were getting flooded. “How does that feel, Conrad?” I asked him. He shook his head slowly as if to say: No words. My dick bounced in appreciation as I watched my boy’s pupils dilate a little more with every wave of piss invading his hole. “Warm,” he finally whispered, his voice lower now, his face less boyish, like he was transforming into a man while I watched. “So fuckin’ warm.” Finally, Jason’s steady moan drifted into silence. He opened his eyes and glanced over at me. We both laughed. “I’ve been saving up that slampiss for awhile,” he said. Then his eyes closed again and he let out another primal moan. “Fuuuuuuuck—there’s a little more. A little more piss for you, kid. Jesus. Goddamn—I’m so fuckin’ glad my chems found a home. A perfect home. Right here, deep inside this eager fuckin' faggot.” Conrad just kept smiling. “I was born to be a faggot for men like you," he said with a little nod. My cock swelling with pride, I leaned over to give my boy a kiss. Then Jason let out a giant sigh. “OK, boy,” he said. “I’m gonna start pulling out, OK? Now, here’s what I want you to do: I want you to start squeezing that sweet little fuckhole for me. There you go. Squeeze it—just like that. Nice! Such a good boy. Now listen: after I pull out, I want you to keep it nice and tight, OK? We’re gonna give you a few minutes to soak up my Tina-piss.” As Jason’s cock slipped out of Conrad’s hole, I saw a single dark-gold droplet of piss escape—but that was all. Obedient as ever, my boy turned all his attention to keeping those recycled chems deep in his fuckhole, right where they belonged. “Thank you, fucker,” I said to Jason, grabbing him by the back of the head as we matched breaths in a hungry kiss. I pressed my cock against his tight stomach, then reached around to his furry hole. My fingers slipped easily inside him, enveloped in a familiar warmth and wetness. “Goddamn,” I whispered in his ear. “How many loads have you taken tonight?” “Just five,” he said with a cocky grin. “My poz Daddy has a rule: I can take as much cum as I want, but only if I share my unmedicated load with at least one boy. Preferably a negboy.” I growled. "OK, I gotta meet this poz Daddy of yours. So here's what we're gonna do: I’m gonna help this boy release the piss from his hole. Then we’re gonna meet up with you guys in the sling room. Got it?” “Got it, dude,” Jason said as he opened the door, his towel slung over his shoulder. “And hurry. I tell ya, my Daddy’s gonna fuckin’ love this kid.” “We won’t be long,” I assured him. With that, I grabbed Conrad by the arm and led him down the hall, showing him to the group shower directly across from the giant hot tub. I turned on the water, spun him around, and wrapped my arms around his torso. As we stood there under the water, I thought to myself: You think you’re high now, kid? Releasing this piss will take you to whole new level. And that’s nothing compared with what’s still to come. “OK, lil’ bro,” I said with my mouth resting against his ear, my hands brushing up and down the length of his tight little six-pack. “I’m gonna rest my cock against your hole, alright? As I start to press into you, just relax. Got it?” He nodded, and I reached down to position the head of my dick against that hungry little cunt. As I started to apply pressure, I felt his ass relax—and suddenly my cock was surrounded by a rush of warm slampiss rushing out of his hole. I thrust a little deeper, feeling a gutful of chems splashing down my legs. And then I couldn’t hold back. I began to fuck him, but only for a minute or so—just to feel his hungry hole pulse and twitch hungrily around my raw dick. As I kept fucking, the stream of slampiss slowed to a trickle. He moaned. And for the first time, with every thrust of my poz dick into my 18-year-old boy’s eager fuckhole, he began actively milking my cock. “Very good, boy,” I whispered. “You’re fuckin’ made for this. Aren’t you, lil’ bro?” “Fuck yeah, big bro,” he mumbled. This kid was totally in heat—the slampiss rushing out of his hole had taken him into the goddamn stratosphere. “I’m made for this. And I need it so bad. Your raw cock. Your amazing fat dick, deep inside my boyhole. Bareback me. Please bareback me. Please. You. Fucking. Stud.” “Listen, lil’ bro,” I said, easing off on my thrusts before resting my cock deep inside him. I looked up to see that a sizable crowd had formed around us, so I leaned in a little closer and lowered my voice. “As much as I want to breed you right now, we shouldn’t make that poz Daddy wait any longer. So get your towel, boy. It’s time for you to get slammed up.” We walked back to the room, my arm draped over his shoulder, my hand occasionally mussing his hair like an affectionate big bro. I stopped by our room for just a moment to grab my playkit—and then proceeded to the sling room. When we reached the door, I turned to Conrad, placing my hands on his cute little butt as I drew his body close to mine. “You sure you’re ready for this, lil’ bro?” “I’m ready for anything, big bro.” “Good boy. Then knock.” He looked at the door, hesitating for just a moment, then glanced back at me. I gave him a proud little nod. He grinned that boyish grin, then gave the door a solid knock. Footsteps approached. The door opened. Standing before us, naked and hard, was a man like almost no man I’d seen. He was a silver Daddy type, mid-40s maybe, with a lean and muscled chest covered with salt-and-pepper hair, a tight stomach, and a truly massive pierced cock. Best of all: right above his navel, in jet-black ink, he had a biohazard tattoo that expanded and contracted with every breath, as if pulsing with hunger. “Welcome, you fuckin’ pigs,” he said with a lopsided grin. “I’m Grant. And you better get in here, ‘cuz we’ve got some fuckin’ work to do.” MORE SOON…

PART 2 As we walked through my front door, Conrad reached into his backpack and took out a box of rubbers. “Can’t forget condoms,” he said with an awkward laugh. I took them from his hand, managed a vague sort of nod, and threw them on the dining room table. My boys usually insist on condoms—at first. But after a little bit of chemical intervention, they always transform into eager raw cumholes. Only once did I end up with an especially stubborn kid who kept trying to wrap my dick, so I resorted to a backup plan—a stash of broken rubbers with little holes poked in the reservoirs. Didn’t matter in the end. By the time the condom tore apart while I was pounding his negboy hole, he was so high he tore the shreds of rubber away from my cock and ran his finger along the raw shaft as it plunged in and out of his chemmed-up cunt, his eyes glazing over with the deep-buried desire to be a bareback whore. I always get what I want. I told Conrad to take a seat on the couch and help himself to the pot. Meanwhile, I walked to the kitchen. I took a few sodas out of the fridge and poured them into glasses I’d already dosed with a cap of G. I love G because it transforms uptight boys into ragdoll sluts in a matter of 20 minutes. The taste can be tough to hide, but I recently found a dealer who consistently delivers high-potency GHB that doesn’t taste awful. In fact, after diluting the stuff in 12 ounces of Pepsi, it only leaves a subtle aftertaste—perfect for serving to unsuspecting negboys. As I finished my little cocktail, I heard Conrad’s voice from the couch: “Hey, what’s this?” That made me grin, because I knew exactly what he was talking about. On a tray in the middle of the coffee table, I’d left a bong full of pot. And right next to it, I’d left a little glass pipe full of Tina. Every single time, my negboy visitors are deeply fascinated by the glass pipe, so all I need to do is pretend like it’s nothing too special. “What’s what?” I asked. “I’m just wondering what’s in this little glass pipe thing full of white stuff.” “Oh, that,” I replied, walking into the living room with the G-laced Pepsi. “Not sure you’re ready for that. It’s called T. It can be really, really fun. It makes me horny as fuck, and I bet you’d have a blast on it. But maybe we should just take it easy—just stick with the pot, you know? Here’s some soda, by the way. Drink up, little bro.” He took a few gulps of Pepsi while holding the glass pipe, looking at it intently. My dick stiffened. “Actually, I’m curious,” he said. “Would it be cool if I just tried it?” I shrugged nonchalantly. “Sure, bud—be my guest. But let me show you how to work it, OK?” I sat down next to him, my hands visibly shaking with excitement. “Alright, now hold that pipe up to your mouth. Yeah, just like that. I’m gonna light this little torch and heat up the stuff in the bowl. Just wait a moment. See that? See the little wisps of smoke forming? Now when I say go, just start inhaling very lightly and steadily. Lightly and steadily. Got it? OK, bud—go ahead. Start inhaling. There you go. Good boy. Just take that swirling smoke into your lungs and hold it until I tell you otherwise. Got it?” He nodded as he continued to inhale. “OK, little bro,” I said to him, taking the pipe away from his mouth. “Hold it, just for a sec. Then exhale it through your nose. There you go. Fuck yeah—good boy! Now again.” That first hit was a nice fat one—the cloud emerging from his mouth and nostrils was thick and white, and my cock dripped at the smell of the Tina emanating from his lungs. From that point on, with each cloud of meth that escaped his lips and his nostrils, he was losing a little bit of his innocence. For the second hit, I gave him the torch to operate, and I talked him through it. The result was another giant hit of solid white clouds pouring out of his mouth and nose. “OK, boy—do one more. You’re on your own. I think you got it.” He immediately hit the pipe again, and I turned away to hide my giant, triumphant grin as Conrad smoked away all his defenses. “I’m just gonna put a little entertainment on the TV here, OK? Oh, and don’t forget your soda.” When I turned on the TV, it automatically started playing one of my favorite movies. It’s an amateur video shot by a filthy pig I know from the Midwest—a wrestling coach who likes to chem and poz some of the hot little jockboys on his team. He’d sent me a few videos, but this was my favorite: a sexy, ripped, piggy 18-year-old named Lance was all slammed up and taking loads from a roomful of coaches and former teammates. Behind me, I heard the click of the torch again. Fuck yeah, I thought, this boy is already fuckin’ hooked. As I turned back to face him, I took off my wife-beater. Conrad froze in place, the pipe halfway to his lips, smoke billowing out of his mouth. He just stared at my hairy chest, his eyes dilated pitch-black. “You feelin’ good, little bro?” He gave me a dazed nod, his mouth agape. “Why don’t you take off your shirt, huh? Show off your sweet little body. Do that for your big bro?” He peeled his tank top upward, revealing his flat stomach with its ridges of ab muscles, then his compact little muscular chest. He was just starting to develop a treasure trail down the center of his stomach, leading past the waistband of his shorts to the bulge of his cock that strained against his zipper. His soda was gone; the G would be hitting him soon. I walked over to the couch and took the pipe from his hands. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ, you’re just about the sexiest boy I’ve ever seen." I ran my hand down his torso, and he sighed a deep, hungry sigh. "Listen, buddy: I have a few more things to show you. You wanna learn from your big bro?” He half-grunted, half-moaned in response. “OK: I’m gonna do a hit. Then I’m gonna blow it into your mouth, and you’re gonna blow it back in mine, then back and forth we go until we can’t go anymore. It’s called a shotgun, and it’s one of my favorite things to do with a sexy little bro like you.” I put the pipe to my lips and took a deep, thick hit of white smoke. Then I put the pipe down, turned to Conrad, sealed my open mouth against his, and exhaled my cloud into his lungs. A moment later, he breathed the Tina smoke back into me. We repeated that three or four times until the mouth-lock became a deep kiss, and we kept making out while the shotgun escaped our mouths and dissolved around us. As I kissed him, I loosened his shorts, pulling them down the length of his lightly hairy legs. His underwear followed. Then I slipped off my gym shorts; my cock bounced free with a gentle “thwack” against my stomach. I maneuvered Conrad so that he was stretched out before me on the couch, and I laid down on top of him, my cock rubbing against his. We continued to kiss. I grabbed the pipe, took another hit, and shared another series of breaths with my boy. Then he spoke, hesitantly. “Hey, big bro? Just in case you’re wondering, I’m all cleaned out and ready to go. My ass, I mean. The last dude who fucked me showed me how to do all that stuff. So…anyway. In case you’re wondering.” I smiled at him and mussed his hair. “What are you trying to tell me, little bro? You want my cock sliding in that sweet little butt?” He blushed and shrugged. I leaned into his ear and whispered: “Don’t you worry, buddy. It won’t be long before I bury my fat cock deep in your hole.” He shivered beneath me, then kissed me again. The G was kicking in. He was almost entirely in my hands. A few more minutes of teasing and prodding, and he’d do anything to get impaled on my raw cock. “Get on the floor, little bro,” I said. “Face the other direction, on all fours. Ass in the air. Back arched. No—back arched, like a fuckin’ fag. Much better. Good boy. Now reach back and spread that hole for your big bro.” His hands grabbed each side of his perfectly round butt, spreading it to reveal a smooth, pink, tight hole that pulsed with every breath he took. I knelt down, placed my hands over his, and wrapped my mouth around that aching little boycunt, pushing my tongue into his body, every one of his nerves quivering as I dove greedily into his wide-open throbbing cock-hungry 18-year-old partied-up fuckhole. He gasped as I kissed that sweet little fag-pussy with the same intensity that I kissed his mouth a few minutes earlier. I spit a few huge gobs of saliva on his cunt and worked them in with my tongue. His hole loosened up, welcomed my mouth and my spit, became noticeably warmer. He really was a fuckin’ hottie: such a tight little body, great definition from his calves to his chest, with the roundest, most perfect little boybutt I’ve ever seen. And the cock! He had the kind of thick, veiny dick that would make any top’s hole twitch. Enough butt-eating, I thought. It's time to fuck. “OK, little bro—one more thing to show you," I said, standing up so that my dick hovered over him. "I want you to take a fat hit off that pipe, then blow it onto your big bro’s cock. Can you do that for me?” He nodded, grabbed the pipe, and got the smoke swirling like a regular chemwhore. “Good boy. You like that smoke, huh?” He nodded as he continued to inhale. “Just feed on that smoke, pig. Feed on that smoke. Your big bro wants to see you get fuckin' tweaked." He put down the pipe, knelt directly in front of me, wrapped his mouth around my cock, and exhaled a thick cloud of white smoke that enveloped my dick. The smoke traveled up my stomach and chest as he began hungrily slurping on my poz shaft. He wasn’t a bad little cocksucker, but I couldn’t wait any longer. I pulled his head away from my dick and guided him onto his back. “Pull your legs back, little bro.” He did, revealing that sweet little hungry cunt, still dripping with my spit. I began rubbing the length of my cock across his hole, watching his eyes flutter and his mouth drop open as he pulled his legs back a little further and looked at me with a kind of desperate pleading. “You ready for some dick?” He could only manage a whimper in response. “I can’t wait to give it to you, bro. But one thing you gotta know first. If it turns out to be a problem, then we can do something else. We don’t need to fuck, you know.” He nodded again, half-listening, every bit of his energy focused on the cock rubbing against his chemmed-up faggot fuckhole. “So here’s the deal, little bro. I only fuck raw. Natural. Bareback. And if a boy won’t let me fuck him the way I want to fuck him, then he’s not getting fucked. Got it?” Conrad glanced over at the TV, where the bottomboy was spreading his little jockbutt for yet another raw cock. Then he looked back at me. He reached down to spread his boyhole, just like the guy in the video. “Give me your dick, skin-on-skin,” he said, his eyes a solid-black void. “Bareback my fuckin’ hole. Please, bro.” “Fuck yeah, boy. You been fantasizing about raw dick, huh? Watching bareback porn?” “It’s the only kind of porn I watch. It’s the only kind of fucking I really want to do. Please give me your dick, bro. Your raw dick. I need your fucking raw dick. Please.” “You gonna make me pull out?” “No, dude. Please cum in me. Breed me.” “And when we go to the bathhouse after this—you want other dudes to breed you, too? Breed your chemmed-up cunt?” He paused for a moment, looking me straight in the eye, giving himself some time to overcome the shame of his boyhood secrets. “Yes,” he finally said. “I want my hole dripping with cum.” I nudged the head of my raw dick up against his hungry little butt, and his whole body shook. His breath went shallow. Then my cockhead slipped through that first outer barrier, enveloped by the warmth and tightness and innocence of his negboy hole, and I leaned down to kiss him, a sloppy kiss. “I’m dripping precum in my little bro’s hole,” I whispered in his ear. “I’m lubing you up with my seed, faggot.” By this point, Conrad was alternating between “fuck yeah” and “fuck me,” and he wrapped his arms around my back, murmuring “do it” three times. That’s when I began pushing the rest of my raw cock into the radiant warmth of that chemmed-up fuckhole, and he gasped as he surrendered everything to me. “This is how we were meant to fuck,” I whispered in his ear as my dick continued to disappear inside him. “You aren’t a true bottom boy until you’ve let a man split you in half bareback, until you’ve given up your hole for him to eat and pound and breed. I’m so proud of you, little bro.” With that, I directed his attention toward the TV. “But there’s one thing you should look out for,” I said, taking on a serious tone. “Some guys in the bathhouse will have a tattoo like that.” I pointed up at the screen. A young topdude was pounding the bottomboy bareback. Every time he pulled his cock away from that hungry little fuckhole, you could see a biohazard tattoo right next to his dick. “Do you know what that tattoo means, little bro?” He shook his hand. “Danger, I guess?” “Well, sort of. It means he’s poz. Just something to be aware of, because you probably don’t want that.” I glanced back at him, and the look in his eye was pure hunger. “Unless…,” I said, pretending to be confused, “Unless you’re turned on by that?” He shot a devilish glance at me, and I answered with a giant grin. Then he grinned, too. “You want some poz dick at the bathhouse, bro?” “Fuck yeah.” “Yeah? You wanna get knocked up?” He just kept grinning, and his body started shaking again—a kind of shiver, all fear and anticipation and excitement. “Such a good boy. Such a fuckin’ dirty boy. I love it. I’m so proud of my little bro.” And then, with no warning, I pulled my dick out of his hole. Conrad gasped. He suddenly looked lost and empty; the pleading returned to his eyes, and he pulled his legs back and spread his ass and whimpered. Meanwhile, I stared him down. “Sorry, little bro, but something just occurred to me. You didn’t ask about my status. Don’t you want to know my status?” “I don’t fucking care. Please, bro. Please give me your dick.” That made my dick drip: I don’t fucking care. “Good answer, buddy. But I think you deserve to know.” I nudged my dick up against his hole, and he tried desperately to maneuver his ass to get more of my meat lodged up in his guts. “Here’s the deal, bud: I’m fuckin’ poz. This is a poz cock teasing your hole. You like how this poz cock feels inside you?” “Yes, fucker. Please give me more, fucker. I need more. Please, bro.” “What’s that, buddy? I’m not sure I heard you.” “Pound my ass raw with your fat poz cock. Fucking PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE, BRO.” “You wanna get knocked up? Knocked up with your big bro’s virus?” “FUCK YES.” “Say it.” “KNOCK ME UP, YOU SEXY MOTHERFUCKER.” “Fuck yeah, you hot little chemmed-up faggotboy.” I shoved my poz dick back inside that boy’s hole, and started pounding. I didn’t last long. I felt the toxic seed gathering up in my balls, brewing, getting ready to shoot. Conrad was staring me down with those giant black pupils, his legs spread wide, his hole peeled back and exposed to allow my dick maximum penetration. He just kept nodding. Nodding. Smiling. Telling me with his eyes that he wanted my gift. As I got closer to shooting my toxic load, he wrapped his arms around me and alternated between little whimpered chants of “poz poz poz” and “fuck fuck fuck.” “Goddammit, you hot little fag,” I whispered. “Goddammit. You’re gonna get my load. My fuckin’ sweet infected load, just for you, fuckin’ sexy little negboy bro.” And then, with pulse after pulse of my raw cock in his wide-open wet fuckhole, I bred him. Pozzed him. Charged that little faggot ass up. Gave him my virus. Then, as my dick stopped shooting volleys of poz sperm, I kept pushing my cock deep inside him, pushing my toxic cum into his guts before collapsing on him, my poz cock still buried deep. Conrad sighed, a long contented sigh. “That was amazing,” he said. “Oh, little bro,” I whispered in his ear. “I have so many fuckin’ plans for you—you have no idea.” I pulled my cock out of him, then guided his mouth to taste the poz seed coating my shaft. He slurped on it greedily, my dick still warm from the hunger of his hole. “Such a good boy,” I said. “Such a hot little pig. So proud of you, little bro. Now, whaddaya say we get your sweet little knocked-up hole to the bathhouse?” MORE SOON…